Tags: half-a-ron

Leviathan meets the Incredible Hulk

Anything Marc can do, I can do... er... Later. And not really as well...

Well, sheeplike fellow that I am, I saw that alloy_ was posting audio versions of his stories, read by himself, and I thought, Say, Leviathan, because I call myself by my on-line nickname, because I really, really am that lame, you've been told, by no less than SF legend Hal Clement, that you're an excellent reader of your stories. Maybe you should try that!

And so did I sit before my PC with a microphone, and proceed to thoroughly embarrass everyone who knows me.

So, if you have Twenty Minutes and Forty-Eight Seconds to kill, you too might want to see a man crash and burn in the non-airworthy vessel that is his own bloated ego.

For you, then, I present:

Right-Click and Save

...then play, and weep for the children.
Harry Potter Fan Fiction


This is a sequel to "Surrogate".

Albus Potter-Weasley-Granger, aged 10, looked up from his Muggle-school "Social Studies" textbook at his parents.

"Mum, Dads, Jamie, listen to this!"

Harry and Hermione looked over from the Kitchen, where they were collaborating on a particularly complex spaghetti sauce.

Ron glanced over from the couch, where he had pulled his truncated torso, which ended in a smooth dome of freckled skin, just below the navel, from his silk-lined levitation cup, and was scratching his stump happily.

Nine-year-old Jamie looked over from his Chudley Cannons Pro Quidditch game, causing his tiny seeker to power-dive into the carpet, where she grumbled angrily, pulling her miniature broom out of the pile.

"It says here," said Albus, "That the average muggle family consists of two parents, and two-point-five children!"

"Muggles!" chuckled Ron, pulling himself back into the levitation cup. "They do everything backwards!"