My websight of stuff

Wow. Me very own web page! In that great? Well, you see, stuff will be here very soon. I just don't wanna mess wit this right now. K? K. See you soon! Keep checking back for updates! Okee! Some stuffs! Thats v. special! I have some stuffs to put on it! The book will, of course get bigger. DUH. So yah......... Underneath the book though will go other things that I feel like writing. Maybe how my day went or something. I could try to keep a diary...yah thats it! I know what to do! Ahaha! I'm a geneous! But I'll do it tomorrow...or maybe tonight...its like midnight or two or something right now so....yah. Here goes!leira_star Lookie at the pwetty nutin ness....purty in it? Hehe....I'm going to put lots of fan fics and RP descriptions an stuffs on here. It'll be purty. hehe...purty...
*Ok. I'm going to put my fave RP charactor's desc. and a fan fic. She's for HP. Erin Potter: Harry's twin sissy. Black hair, green eyes,pale skin, star shapped scar on her forhead, boyfriend is Ron. K. I've been adding her into the 3d Harry Potter book. I'm going to type some of it in here.

Disclamer thingy: I do not own any of this writting except for anything about Erin. But I don't own Harry or the situations in the book or most of the book. I have only altered it a bit, but I don't own it. Yada yada.

Harry and Erin Potter were highly unusual siblings in many ways. For one thing they hated the summer holidays more than anyother time of year. For another, they really wanted to do their homework but were forced to do it in the dead of night. And they also happend to be a witch and a wizard.

It was nearly midnight and they were lying on their stomachs in their beds, the blankets drawn right over their heads like tents a flashlight in one hand and a large leather bound book (A History of Magick by Bathilda Bagshot) propped open against their pillows. Harry moved the tip of his eagle-feather quill down the page, frowning as he looked for something that would help him write his essay, "Witch Burning in the Fourteenth Century Was Completely Pointless -- discuss."

Erin, who had read the whole book already was writting things down on her parchment very fast, very sloppy, and with many mistakes,

Harry's quil paused at the top of a likely-looking paragraph. He pushed his round glasses up the bridge of his nose, moved his flash-light closer to the book and read:

Non-magic people (more commonly known as Muggles)Were particularly afraid of magic in medecal times,but not very good at recognizing it. On the rare occasion that they did catch a real witch or wizard, burning had no effect whatsoever. The witch or wizard would perform a basic Flam Freezing Charm and then pretend to shreik with paion while enjoying a gentle, tickling sensation. Indeed,Wendilin the Weird enjoyed being burned so much thet she allowed herself to be cought no less than fourty-seven times in various disguises.

Harry put his quill between his teeth and rached underneath his pillow for his ink bottle and a roll of parchment. Slowly and very carefully he unscrewed the ink bottle dipped his quill into it, and began to write pausing every now and then to listen, because if any of the Dursleys heard the scratching of his quill on the way to the bathroom, he and Erin would probably find themselves locked in the cuppoard under the stairs for the rest of the summer.

The Dursley family of number four, Privet Drive, was teh reason that Harry and Erin never enjoyed their summer holidays. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and their son, Dudley, were Harry adn Erin's only living relatives. They were Muggles and they had a very medival attitude toward magic. Harry and Erin's dead parents, who had been a witch and wizard themselves, were never mentioned under the Dursleys' roof. For years, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had hoped that if they kept Harry and Erin as downtrodden as possible, they would be able to squash the magic out of them. To their fury, they had been unsuccessful. These days they lived ikn terror of anyone finding out that Harry and Erin had spent most of the last two years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The most they could do however, was to lock away their spellbooks, wands, cauldrons,a dn broomsticks at the start of the summer break adn forbid them to talk to the neighbors. Which Erin had been quite happy to do, for she hated the little brat of a girl that lived there.

This separation from their spellbooks had been a real problem for the twins because their teachers at Hogwarts had given them a lot of homework over the holiday. One fo the essays, a particuarly nasty one about shrinking potions was for Harry's least favorite teacher, Professor Snape, who would be delighted to have an excuse to give Harry detention for a month. Erin didn't mind Snape. She thought he was just misunderstood and had a bad upbringing. She had told him this in first year, when he was supposedly trying to kill Harry. He, therefore, did not mind her much either. (Back to the point.) Harry and Erin had therefore seized their chances in the first week of the holidays. While Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley had gone out into the front garden to admire Uncle Vernon's new company car (in very loud voices so the rest of the street would notice it too), Erin had crept downstairs, picked the lock on the cupboard under the stairs with a hairpin, grabbed some of their books, and hidden them in their bedroom. As long as they didn't leave spots of ink on the sheets, the Dursleys need never know that they were studying magic by night.

Hary and Erin were particuarly keen to avoid trouble with their aunt and uncle at the moment, as they were already in an especially bad mood with them, all because the'd received a telephone call from a fellow wizard one week into the school vacation.

Ron Weasley, who was one of Harry's best friends, and Erin's CLOSER friend, at Hogwarts came from a whole family of wizards. This meant that he knew a lot of things Harry and Erin didn't, but had never used a telephone before. Most unluckily, it had been Uncle Vernon who had answered the call.

The Harry who had been in the room at the time froze as he heard Ron's voice answer.

"HELLO? HELLO? CAN YOU HEAR ME? I--WANT--TO--TALK--TO--HARRY--AND--ERIN--POTTER!!"

Ron was yelling so loudly that it brought Erin into the room looking bewildered and Uncle Vernon jumped and held the receiver a foot away from his ear, staring at it with an expression of mingled fury and alarm.

"RON--WEASLY!!" Ron bellowed back, as though he and Uncle Vernon were speaking from opposite ends of a football feild. "I'M--A--FRIEND--OF--HARRY--AND--ERIN'S--FROM--SCHOOL--"

Uncle Vernon's small eyes swiveled around to Harry then Erin. Both were rooted on the spot.

"THERE IS NO HARRY OR ERIN POTTER HERE!!" he roared, now holding the receiver at arm's length, as though frighteved it might explode. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT SCHOOL YOURE TALKING ABOUT! NEVER CONTACT ME AGAIN! DON"T YOU COME NEAR MY FAMILY!!"

And he threw the receiver back onto the telephone as if dropping a poisonous spider.

"HOW DARE YOU GIVE THIS NUMBER TO PEOPEL LIKE--PEOPLE LIKE YOU!!" Uncle Vernon had roared spraying Harry with spit.

Ron obviously realized that he'd gotten Harry and Erin into trouble, because he hadnt' called again. Harry adn Erin's other best friend from Hogwarts, Hermionie Granger, hadnt' been in touch either Harry and Erin suspected that Ron had warned Hermionie not to call, which was a pity, because Hermionie, the cleverest witch in their year, had Muggle parents, knew perfectly well how to use a telephone, and woudl probably have had enough sense not to say that she went to Hogwarts.

So Harry and Erin had had no word from any of their wizarding friends for five long weeks, and this summer was turning out to be almost as bad as the last one. There was just one very small improvement -- after swearing that they wouldn't use therm to send letters to any of their friends, Harry had been allowed to let his owl, Hedwig, out of her cage at night, and Erin her winged cat, Beam. Uncle Vernon had given in because of the racket Hedwig and Beam made if they were locked in their cages all the time.

Harry and Eirn finished writing about Wendelin the Wierd and paused to listen again. The silence in the dark house was broken only by the distant, grunting snores of their enormous cousin, Dudley. IT MUST BE VERY LATE. They thought Their eyes were itching with tiredness. Perhaps they'd finish thier essays tomorrow night...

"Harry? You goin to sleep?" the scerine silence was broken by Erin's voice, scratchy from tiredness. "Uhu." Harry grunted sleepily. Erin yawned "ok." Eirn said. "G'night!"


	8/7/03 (I think) This is where I'm going to put my diary! In that special? THis is where you can check up on me and I can share w/ you all the weird things I do and believe in and yada yada. There is some super secret stuff that I've sworn not to tell, so you can't know everything you know....:D 8/9/03 Yo. Wuzzup? Sry I havn't been writing. Guess what the highlight of my day was? I GOT TO BUST UP A CHAIR!!! WOOOHOOOO!! IT WAS SOOOO FUN! Yay! It was awasome! Woohoo! oh yah bayba! does happy dance woo!!! Ok. My friends Anna and Becca came over. They helped me with the cleaning of my room.Then, we desided to go for a walk right? So we went to their house, cuz you know they got locked out of their house.They were going to get in SO much trouble cuz they were supposed to have done thier chores before they went over to my house. So they really needed to get in, but the doors were locked. But Becca had a stroke of genious! She tried to kick open a window to their basement. She needed some help though, but Anna couldn't get over the fence. So I had a stroke of genious now. I saw some chairs that they didnt' notice! So I told Anna to use em to get over the fence. Together they got into their basement, and unlocked the door. But when they got in, they didn't even do many of their chores! That made me mad cuz they could have and then, I could have maybe spent the night, but oh well. I understand the not wanting to. My day was pretty good though. 12/7/03 Wow. It sure has been a long time! I'm actually in 8th grade right now! We're getting a Christmas tree today and the rents rented pirates of the Carribean. Best movie ever you know. Anna went home this morning before i woke up :( but is ok. I had to clean my messy messy room today and do mountains of homework but thats ok. My parents are out eating dinner with my uncle and my Grandpa and without me, because I had to clean and do homework. I hate me right now. Yesum. I do. The homework was sorta fun. I had to write a story about some wars for social studies. I had to be a hero dude, which sorta sucked cuz I'm a dudett..but whateva..byee!