Emerald

Chapter Two: This child of Mine

This was there savior?

There boy who lived?

Could they get a refund?

Harry Potter... at least got int the right house.

But everything he wore seemed to become multicolored monstrosities.

The Teachers within a month gave up trying to change them back to the standard colors, and instead stocked up on headache potions.

OoOoO

Harry Potter was a good boy.

He never got in trouble.

His papa would be sad if he was bad.

And Fresh liked his kid.

Harry knew that the only reason Papa had emotions, was because Harry was in control of there body. Papa unlike in monsters... whatever those were? Was wrapped magically around his spine as his usual spot would have killed him.

There were side effects of a parasite such as Papa stuck in his body, everything he wore became radical and awesome and he had a censor aura like his papa.

There was something enjoyable, when forcing people to loose there ability to swear.

Uncouth uncool words man.

These wizards or mages as Papa called them were wack, there so called common sense left even Fresh confused.

And... here came Granger and Weasley, leeches who were trying to become his friend.

Blah... they were tools.

He slid around a corner.

POOF