Story Title: Mac, Part #3
Rating: PG
Warning: Horrible spelling mistakes... done in purpose. But they're just in the very first part.
URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1986668/1/
Word count: 201 (Total: 201)
*looks somewhat doubtful*
Ahem. Here's a cookie of Chapter Three of the first fic I actually got to writing. Weee... There's actually no spoilers... mostly because there's nothing to spoil... because nothing has really happened. Er. Yeah.
On to the cookie.
Im in train. train is of bluish purple colour. Im standin even wen theres a white chair. giant Mint pastry gets big- closer ad closer. Train stops. I wear grey clok. Harry enters train, pulls down hood of cloak. Hugs me... I turn so back is on him and try run to mint, Harry keeps hold me by waist, I stop moving.
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September 8, 1996
Strange dream, huh? (Not that dreams ever make sense)
I think it means something because:
a- Harry's in it - hugging me!
and
b- ...
Have to get downstairs for breakfast. Then I have McGonagall, Sprout, Lunch, Snape, McGonagall again (to make up for last time. She fell ill (sure - I bet she was doing something for the Order. Ha.). Good, too, because I had to do an essay for Muggle Studies and practice the Vanishing spell)... then supper, and Astronomy at midnight.
Right. Breakfast.
PS. I don't know exactly when I had the dream, so I'll just leave it dateless. Alright?
September 12, 1996
(Over)Heard Hermione singing...
And I caught the phrase "Spice up your... (ice?)". I asked her about it, and her face went Quaffle-colour.
You should've seen it. It was grand.