Harry potter and the Dyslexic Pirate Llamas Chat box love affair as told by Emo child

Harry potter and the Dyslexic Pirate Llamas Chat box love troubles as told by Emo child

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I like the idea of reading books, but I can't read yet, being 12 months old is quite a setback when it comes to doing pretty much anything. Being this young is depressing, I can't get ANY independence, all I want to do is go to bed when I want, but do they let me? no. I have to sleep when they tell me to, and when to eat. Its torture! I listen to My Chemical Romance (My mum's favorite band) and I smile, it really connects to me on an ethereal level. I can't wait to be bigger so I can emerse myself into the music 24/7. Other then that though, my mum is a real harry potter buff, and she was going on about this new fan fiction she was writing, she even got Harry potter on the internet and everything, real wish fulfillment. It went something along the lines of:

Harry came down from his room, and started making some toast, he had came back from School only a week ago, and after all that had happened, it seemed absurd that he would be sitting in the kitchen of his aunt petunia again, eating toast with marmalade on it. He coughed loudly and heard Dudley recoil from behind the door. 'You can come in Duddykins, I'm not going to curse you, I'm in a good mood' he smiled slyly, since he was coming of age soon, he would be aloud to do magic outside of school, he had told Dudley this, and had it had terrified him. The threat of magic became a lot more real when the user could get away with it. He watched as the round teenager edged around the door keeping a keen eye on him like a small dog, unsure if it was aloud to eat yet. Harry stood up quickly, and Dudley squealed as he ducked, but when Harry calmly strode past him into the living room, he just cowered. Harry chuckled as he sat down on the couch, he had lived the first half of his life in fear of his cousin, but now the tables had turned, he intended to relish his revenge, at least, until he moved out. He picked up the laptop next to him, and logged onto the neighbours wifi, he had been learning to use the internet, Hermione had recommended it before he came back, she gave him an email address and things, they were using it to keep in contact without the phone, she was sending him masses of emails with lots of useful research, apparently there was networks of wizards online, most were Muggle born, who had grown up with the technology, he felt lacking because he was new to it. He opened the first of sixteen new emails since last night. 'Doesn't she even sleep?' he thought to himself as the auto dates on the emails showed an almost hourly update.

After wading through several thousands of her own words, he found a few links, one was to a creative writing website, she had recommended, apparently she had time to read and write short story's despite her neigh-on 24/7 studying.

He skimmed over a couple of her poems, mostly confusing, but still quite nice to read, when a little box caught his attention, it was blinking and different things kept popping up at the bottom, only to be pushed up and replaced. He was entranced by the idle conversation, it was like eavesdropping, but at the same time, this was a public thing, so it didn't feel wrong. Suddenly it stopped and told him he had been disconnected due to inactivity.

He clicked refresh and then went to type in the box.

HarryP: Hi

Larryismyname: Hi there, welcome to the madness!

Avastyeseadogs: we're talking about writing stuff

Larryismyname: lol like we'd be talking about anything else

Harry grinned as they all welcomed him into the conversation without faultering. They were talking about how they were each working on a serial story, they seemed to do this all the time.

Larryismyname: So Harry, if you're still there, you new here? I didn't see any writing on your page.

HarryP: I have a page?

Avastyeseadogs: lol

Larryismyname: I'll take that as a yes.

Avastyeseadogs: we all have pages, you can see what we have written there, click my name.

MyDirtyLittleSecret: Hey guys, and Llama's.

Larryismyname: Hey Auggie

Avastyeseadogs: Ahoy Wench!

Sodabread: Hi

HarryP: Hi, Llama's?

MyDirtyLittleSecret: Yeah, Larry is a Llama. He's a pirate *points to avast* and Soda is both.

HarryP: oh right...

He looked up from the bright LCD screen and pulled a face, the internet was full of strange people, and he thought it was bad enough with the first years.

Larryismyname: So anyways, I used to have all sorts of problems with r's when I was talking, which kinda made me.. not talk much, didn't affect my terrible writing though hehe.

Sodabread: My hoofs made writing difficult, I often just HAD to talk, dictate, you know?

HarryP: Hoofs?

Sodabread: yeah, I am a Llama, we have hoofs.

Avastyeseadogs: Arrrr... how do you type then?

Sodabread: I have voice recognition on my computer, durr.

MyDirtyLittleSecret: oh yes, that makes more sense.

HarryP: So you guys talk often then?

Larryismyname: Yeah

Avastyeseadogs: Aye! Todays topic is disleckseaya

MyDirtyLittleSecret: rofl

Larryismyname: Don't joke about Dyslexia, its a real problem for us Llama's.

Sodabread: Who came up with that spelling anyway? Its like lisp, like if you have it, you can't tell people. Its really bad tact.

Harry watched them debate but decided to stay out of it, he didn't have dyslexia, although he heard of someone who did, they had extra room on their scrolls and spend much longer doing less, the look of effort stifled his argument about it though, Hermione was really sensitive about it, he had seen her helping them several times. He watched them bounce from one topic to the next, every now and again a new person would talk, and he could see them greet each other, then join in the topic.

MyDirtyLittleSecret: Don't get me started when it comes to complex relationships.

Larryismyname: Yeah, we all know about you and Kibord, so hush, this is about Avast.

Avastyeseadogs: Arrr-auggie you know how hard this is for me! I don't think I can survive these long hard voyages without her!

Sodabread: Avast, you need to make sacrifices in every relationship, either you get a different more legitimate job where you can spend more time with her, or face loosing her. You can't be a pirate with a seasick girlfriend and expect to be happy.

HarryP: What are you talking about?

Larryismyname: exactly, I mean you might be happy, but it would be like Davey Jones, only happy, once in a while. You need a pirate girl to sail with or give up the waves, Harry Avast has a big choice to make..

HarryP: oh right, I get it now.

Harry sat back and realised how serious the conversation had become, and in such short time, he was amazed these people were so open online, it seemed like they shared everything with each other, then again, Hermione told him about things like this before, how you could pretend to be anyone, but no one could find you in real life if you didn't want them too.

He watched them talk some more, only adding a little bit of advice every so often, he seemed to be addicted to this chat box, people were coming and going continuously, and the topic would change every minute.

“Anyways, My mum was going on about this guy, for like, an hour, I mean, she read me the books, and the were great and all, but fan-fiction is kinda lame.” I sat on her knee as she typed on the website. “It's not like anyone can come up with the same stuff as the author, they can only try. They should just sit back, and let the masters work, like with music, if you're not Gerard Way, you shouldn't sing, thats what I always say.” She was faithfully reciting the lyrics of 'I don't love you' as I winced. “Damn, I need to get a hold of some of my mum's Prozac or something, this tunes really getting to me...”