JK Rowling wrote for charity (it was auctioned for 25,000 pounds) a story of 800 words, prequel to the Harry Potter ... starring James and Sirius eighteen. And I would say: P
staff BadTaste , more rapid and precise, he readily translated for zest for all of us fanz. Click on the lj-cut to read the Italian version, go here instead if you want to see the scan of the original script ... (Sin is so breveee!)
The motorcycle turned the bend fast: so fast in the darkness that both policemen in the car that chased shouted: "Wow." Sergeant Fisher braked sharply with his spinster, convinced that the guy sitting behind would end under the wheels of the car. Instead, the bike turned the corner without unseat the two centaurs, and disappeared into the narrow lane with a spark of red taillight.
"We have taken, "the agent yelled Anderson." It 's a dead end! "
Chino on the wheel, quickly climbing gears to put the car in the alley Fisher scraped half the paint off the flank.
There, illuminated the headlights, sat their quarry, finally building after a quarter of an hour's chase. The two bikers were trapped: on one hand a high brick wall, the other police car, which pounced on them snarling like a predator with shining eyes.
The space between the doors and walls of the alley was so narrow that Fisher and Anderson had difficulty leaving the cockpit. It was a blow to their dignity, having to crawl like crabs to the two thugs. Fisher dragged his big belly along the wall, tearing buttons off his shirt one by one, and eventually broke off the rearview mirror with the bottom.
"Get off the bike!" ordered the boys, who smiled under the blue light flashing, as if it was funny. Obeyed. Fisher broke free from the broken mirror and looked at them with a grim eye. Showed about eighteen. What drove the bike blacks had long hair, his insolent beauty Fisher reminded onlookers that guitarist, the boyfriend of his daughter. The second boy had his hair blacks, but shorter and fired in all directions. He had glasses and a grin. Both the boys wore shirts with a large golden bird on his chest, no doubt the logo of some deafening rock band and out of tune.
"No helmet!" Fisher yelled, pointing to the two successive heads uncovered. "Speeding considerable ..." (In fact, Fisher was not willing to admit that a motion could reach the speed he had seen on his speedometer.) "And you have not stopped at the checkpoint!"
"We would have loved to stop for a chat," said the boy with glasses, "only we were trying to ..."
"Do not try to be funny. You two are up to their necks in trouble!" snarled Anderson. "Names!"
"Names?" repeated the long-haired biker. 'Well, then, let's see ... Elvendork Wilberforce ... Bathsheba ... ... "
"And the great thing is that Elvendork good for males and females," said the boy with glasses.
"Ah, but she wants to know our names?" asked the first guy, while Anderson drooling with rage. 'Well, he could tell right away! This here is James Potter, and I'm Sirius Black! "
"Black, eh? Black .. Yes, I see you people just black, cheeky little ..."
But neither James nor Sirius paying attention. Suddenly they were on the alert as bloodhounds, and looked over Fisher and Anderson, over the roof of the wheel, towards the dark mouth of the alley. Then, with a fluid motion simultaneously, got a hand in his back pocket.
For a moment both policemen imagined guns aimed at them, but a moment later saw that the centaur had extracted some simple ...
"sticks to the drums?" he scoffed Anderson. "You two jokers, no doubt about it. Well, you are under arrest on charges of ..."
But Anderson failed to make the accusation. James and Sirius had shouted a word, incomprehensible, and the headlights had moved.
The police swung around, then stepped back and stumbled. From the entrance of the alley came three men in flight - yes, IN FLIGHT on broomsticks - and at the same time, the police car rears on the rear wheels.
Fisher's knees buckled, and the man fell to the ground sitting. Anderson tripped over Fisher's legs and fell over him, while - FLUMP - BANG - CRUNCH - they felt the men on brooms slam against the car overturned and fell to the ground, apparently unconscious; chips on broomstick fell to the ground around them.
The motorcycle was returned to life with a roar. A mouth wide open, Fisher mustered the strength to turn in the direction of the two teenagers.
"Thanks so much!" Sirius shouted above the roar of the engine. "We owe you one!"
"Yeah, nice meeting you!" said James. "And remember: Elvendork! E 'unisex!"
There was a deafening crash, and Fisher and Anderson threw her arms around terrified, and their car had just fallen to the ground. Now it's up to the motorcycle rear. Faced with the incredulous eyes of two policemen, the bike took off into the air. James and Sirius roared off into the night behind them, the rear light fades shone like a ruby.
"We have taken, "the agent yelled Anderson." It 's a dead end! "
Chino on the wheel, quickly climbing gears to put the car in the alley Fisher scraped half the paint off the flank.
There, illuminated the headlights, sat their quarry, finally building after a quarter of an hour's chase. The two bikers were trapped: on one hand a high brick wall, the other police car, which pounced on them snarling like a predator with shining eyes.
The space between the doors and walls of the alley was so narrow that Fisher and Anderson had difficulty leaving the cockpit. It was a blow to their dignity, having to crawl like crabs to the two thugs. Fisher dragged his big belly along the wall, tearing buttons off his shirt one by one, and eventually broke off the rearview mirror with the bottom.
"Get off the bike!" ordered the boys, who smiled under the blue light flashing, as if it was funny. Obeyed. Fisher broke free from the broken mirror and looked at them with a grim eye. Showed about eighteen. What drove the bike blacks had long hair, his insolent beauty Fisher reminded onlookers that guitarist, the boyfriend of his daughter. The second boy had his hair blacks, but shorter and fired in all directions. He had glasses and a grin. Both the boys wore shirts with a large golden bird on his chest, no doubt the logo of some deafening rock band and out of tune.
"No helmet!" Fisher yelled, pointing to the two successive heads uncovered. "Speeding considerable ..." (In fact, Fisher was not willing to admit that a motion could reach the speed he had seen on his speedometer.) "And you have not stopped at the checkpoint!"
"We would have loved to stop for a chat," said the boy with glasses, "only we were trying to ..."
"Do not try to be funny. You two are up to their necks in trouble!" snarled Anderson. "Names!"
"Names?" repeated the long-haired biker. 'Well, then, let's see ... Elvendork Wilberforce ... Bathsheba ... ... "
"And the great thing is that Elvendork good for males and females," said the boy with glasses.
"Ah, but she wants to know our names?" asked the first guy, while Anderson drooling with rage. 'Well, he could tell right away! This here is James Potter, and I'm Sirius Black! "
"Black, eh? Black .. Yes, I see you people just black, cheeky little ..."
But neither James nor Sirius paying attention. Suddenly they were on the alert as bloodhounds, and looked over Fisher and Anderson, over the roof of the wheel, towards the dark mouth of the alley. Then, with a fluid motion simultaneously, got a hand in his back pocket.
For a moment both policemen imagined guns aimed at them, but a moment later saw that the centaur had extracted some simple ...
"sticks to the drums?" he scoffed Anderson. "You two jokers, no doubt about it. Well, you are under arrest on charges of ..."
But Anderson failed to make the accusation. James and Sirius had shouted a word, incomprehensible, and the headlights had moved.
The police swung around, then stepped back and stumbled. From the entrance of the alley came three men in flight - yes, IN FLIGHT on broomsticks - and at the same time, the police car rears on the rear wheels.
Fisher's knees buckled, and the man fell to the ground sitting. Anderson tripped over Fisher's legs and fell over him, while - FLUMP - BANG - CRUNCH - they felt the men on brooms slam against the car overturned and fell to the ground, apparently unconscious; chips on broomstick fell to the ground around them.
The motorcycle was returned to life with a roar. A mouth wide open, Fisher mustered the strength to turn in the direction of the two teenagers.
"Thanks so much!" Sirius shouted above the roar of the engine. "We owe you one!"
"Yeah, nice meeting you!" said James. "And remember: Elvendork! E 'unisex!"
There was a deafening crash, and Fisher and Anderson threw her arms around terrified, and their car had just fallen to the ground. Now it's up to the motorcycle rear. Faced with the incredulous eyes of two policemen, the bike took off into the air. James and Sirius roared off into the night behind them, the rear light fades shone like a ruby.
Ahaha adorable: D
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