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Got this idea from garlandgraves, and it strike me as too cool to let it pass.

So this piece of this fic was translated to two languages before translating it back to english. The result? Madness. Under the cut is the original, and the three crazy things that came from it.



Right before pulling out his wand to go to the Potters (kitchen full of sweet smelling pies and honest smiles) with a new scar courtesy of his mother and a such a deep identity crisis that he wasn’t sure which way was up and down anymore, he sat again on the rusty swing, shaking and wishing the summer would be over already, welcoming autumn with open arms and heart and longing for the first pristine frost; wishing for the nightmare to be over. He swung once again and reached in the dark for his namesake, a security line that would never fail him.

(And not so much to his surprise, he found he missed the leaves that matched Remus’ hair.)

That was the original. See the way it makes sense?

Derecho antes de sacar su varita para ir a los potters (cocina por completo de empanadas que huelen dulces y de sonrisas honestas) con una nueva cortesía de la cicatriz de su madre y de una crisis tan profunda de la identidad que él no era seguro que la manera era hacia arriba y hacia abajo más, él se sentó otra vez en el oscilación oxidado, sacudariendo y desear el verano encima ya, dando la bienvenida a otoño con los brazos y el corazón abiertos y deseando la primera helada prístina; el desear para la pesadilla haber terminado. Él hizo pivotar de nuevo y alcanzó en la obscuridad para su namesake, una línea de la seguridad que nunca lo fallaría.

(y no tanto a su sorpresa, él lo encontró faltó las hojas que emparejaron el pelo de Remus.)

That's the spanish version, and it made me laugh too much. Everything's written backwards, an empanada isn't nearly the same as a pie and a swing is called columpio (oscilacion means wavering). The tense is horrible, and I've no idea what 'pivotar' means. Oh well, it does sounds funny XD

Then cames the french version, but I understand shit of it, so it's as good as it was okay to me. *rubs hands together* and now from the grand finale, the english version 2.0!

Right before leaving its varita to go to the potters (pie kitchen completely which feels honest sugar refineries and smiles) with a new courtesy of the scar of his mother and a so major crisis of the identity that it it was not sure that the manner was to the top and to the bottom more, it was consigned other time in the oscillation oxidized, in sacudariendo and to already wish the summer in top, by giving it welcome to autumn with the open arms and the heart and by wishing the first original freezing; to wish for the nightmare to have finished. It made swivel again and reached in the darkness for its namesake, a line of the safety which never would not pronounce it. (and not so much with its surprise, it found missed the sheets which matched the hair of Remus.)

Ohhh... The summer's on top... *Must. Shake. Naugthy. Thoughts.* And just how in the seven hells 'leaves' becomes 'sheets'?