I return bearing quotes!
“What the…?” Harry turned the key and revved up the engine. The car whined and wouldn’t budge, “Come on baby… don’t give up on me now. You can do it, baby, you can do it- MOVE, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF CRAP!”
“You’ll hurt the car’s feelings,” Draco said.
“Shut up and get out,” Harry said furiously.
Draco looked horrified, “You’re kicking me out of a gas-less car? And then what are you gonna do? Pick it up and run away with it?”
from A Beautiful Disaster by Reshima Skynight
Yes, I'm back. Sorry I've been gone so long but I managed to get ensnared by MySpace and all my old school buddies on there. It's a sad and pathetic tale all on its own so let's skip that. The following is from a fic that may or may not be HP/GW (a pairing I hate) but it's also a Harry goes back in time to teach his parents and I just couldn't resist. Plus, this one was funny:
“It really freaks me out when you do that. Can you teach me Parseltongue?”
“Of course I can’t! I don’t even know how I speak it, how the hell would I know how to tell someone else how to speak it. When I speak Parseltongue, I can’t tell the difference between it and English.”
Ginny pouted, but then brightened.
“Can you teach me Swahili, then?”
Harry looked nonplussed.
“Ginny, I can’t speak Swahili.”
“Maybe you can,” Ginny pressed, “Only it sounds like English, because…”
Meet Professor son, I mean Potter! by missy mee
“You’ll hurt the car’s feelings,” Draco said.
“Shut up and get out,” Harry said furiously.
Draco looked horrified, “You’re kicking me out of a gas-less car? And then what are you gonna do? Pick it up and run away with it?”
from A Beautiful Disaster by Reshima Skynight
Yes, I'm back. Sorry I've been gone so long but I managed to get ensnared by MySpace and all my old school buddies on there. It's a sad and pathetic tale all on its own so let's skip that. The following is from a fic that may or may not be HP/GW (a pairing I hate) but it's also a Harry goes back in time to teach his parents and I just couldn't resist. Plus, this one was funny:
“It really freaks me out when you do that. Can you teach me Parseltongue?”
“Of course I can’t! I don’t even know how I speak it, how the hell would I know how to tell someone else how to speak it. When I speak Parseltongue, I can’t tell the difference between it and English.”
Ginny pouted, but then brightened.
“Can you teach me Swahili, then?”
Harry looked nonplussed.
“Ginny, I can’t speak Swahili.”
“Maybe you can,” Ginny pressed, “Only it sounds like English, because…”
Meet Professor son, I mean Potter! by missy mee