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Floo Powder
Legacy Name: Floo Powder
The
Nightmare BlobOwner:
AisynnaAge: 6 years, 9 months, 2 weeks
Born: July 7th, 2017
Adopted: 6 years, 9 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: July 7th, 2017
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
'You must speak clearly, dear,’ Mrs Weasley told Harry, as George dipped his hand into the flowerpot. ‘And mind you get out at the right grate.’
‘The right what?’ said Harry nervously, as the fire roared and whipped George out of sight too.
‘Well, there are an awful lot of wizard fires to choose from, you know, but as long as you’ve spoken clearly’
‘He’ll be fine, Molly, don’t fuss,’ said Mr Weasley, helping himself to Floo powder too.
‘But dear, if he got lost, how would we ever explain to his aunt and uncle?’
‘They wouldn’t mind,’ Harry reassured her. ‘Dudley would think it was a brilliant joke if I got lost up a chimney, don’t worry about that.’
‘Well, all right, you go after Arthur,’ said Mrs Weasley. ‘Now, when you get into the fire, say where you’re going’
‘And keep your elbows tucked in,’ Ron advised.
‘And your eyes shut,’ said Mrs Weasley. ‘The soot’
‘Don’t fidget,’ said Ron. ‘Or you might well fall out of the wrong fireplace’
‘But don’t panic and get out too early, wait until you see Fred and George.’
Trying hard to bear all this in mind, Harry took a pinch of Floo powder and walked to the edge of the fire. He took a deep breath, scattered the powder into the flames and stepped forward; the fire felt like a warm breeze; he opened his mouth and immediately swallowed a lot of hot ash.
‘D-Dia-gon Alley,’ he coughed.
It felt as though he was being sucked down a giant plug hole. He seemed to be spinning very fast, the roaring in his ears was deafening, he tried to keep his eyes open but the whirl of green flames made him feel sick, something hard knocked his elbow and he tucked it in tightly, still spinning and spinning, now it felt as though cold hands were slapping his face, squinting through his glasses he saw a blurred stream of fireplaces and snatched glimpses of the rooms beyond, his bacon sandwiches were churning inside him. He closed his eyes again wishing it would stop, and then he fell, face forward, onto cold stone and felt his glasses shatter.
Dizzy and bruised, covered in soot, he got gingerly to his feet, holding his broken glasses up to his eyes. He was quite alone, but where he was, he had no idea. All he could tell was that he was standing in the stone fireplace of what looked like a large, dimly lit wizard’s shop – but nothing in here was ever likely to be on a Hogwarts school list.
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All ownership of writing and characters belongs to J.K Rowling. Knockturn Alley
Goals:
-New Overlay
-Finish story
‘The right what?’ said Harry nervously, as the fire roared and whipped George out of sight too.
‘Well, there are an awful lot of wizard fires to choose from, you know, but as long as you’ve spoken clearly’
‘He’ll be fine, Molly, don’t fuss,’ said Mr Weasley, helping himself to Floo powder too.
‘But dear, if he got lost, how would we ever explain to his aunt and uncle?’
‘They wouldn’t mind,’ Harry reassured her. ‘Dudley would think it was a brilliant joke if I got lost up a chimney, don’t worry about that.’
‘Well, all right, you go after Arthur,’ said Mrs Weasley. ‘Now, when you get into the fire, say where you’re going’
‘And keep your elbows tucked in,’ Ron advised.
‘And your eyes shut,’ said Mrs Weasley. ‘The soot’
‘Don’t fidget,’ said Ron. ‘Or you might well fall out of the wrong fireplace’
‘But don’t panic and get out too early, wait until you see Fred and George.’
Trying hard to bear all this in mind, Harry took a pinch of Floo powder and walked to the edge of the fire. He took a deep breath, scattered the powder into the flames and stepped forward; the fire felt like a warm breeze; he opened his mouth and immediately swallowed a lot of hot ash.
‘D-Dia-gon Alley,’ he coughed.
It felt as though he was being sucked down a giant plug hole. He seemed to be spinning very fast, the roaring in his ears was deafening, he tried to keep his eyes open but the whirl of green flames made him feel sick, something hard knocked his elbow and he tucked it in tightly, still spinning and spinning, now it felt as though cold hands were slapping his face, squinting through his glasses he saw a blurred stream of fireplaces and snatched glimpses of the rooms beyond, his bacon sandwiches were churning inside him. He closed his eyes again wishing it would stop, and then he fell, face forward, onto cold stone and felt his glasses shatter.
Dizzy and bruised, covered in soot, he got gingerly to his feet, holding his broken glasses up to his eyes. He was quite alone, but where he was, he had no idea. All he could tell was that he was standing in the stone fireplace of what looked like a large, dimly lit wizard’s shop – but nothing in here was ever likely to be on a Hogwarts school list.
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All ownership of writing and characters belongs to J.K Rowling. Knockturn Alley
Goals:
-New Overlay
-Finish story