Harry Potter and the New Marauders
New Friends
It was August 29, and Harry Potter was in Diagon Alley, shopping for his school supplies, as usual. School terms for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry started September 1st, and he needed his school things, like his quills, parchments, and his new books. His summer holidays were as horrible as they always were. Anytime spent with the Dursleys was horrible. As he was getting out of the Leaky Cauldron, he spotted his best friends, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. They didn't see him, as a mass of people came toward him in a hurry out. As he tried to get his way through the crowd, he bumped into a girl.
"So sorry, can I help you up?"
"It's okay, I'm fine."
As Harry finally saw her face, he gasped. She was a very pretty girl, but he didn't seem to remember her.
"I'm sorry for bumping into you, Miss.?"
"McDonald. Heather McDonald. I know who you are of course, Harry."
He blushed slightly, he hated that everyone knew him. 15 years ago he survived a curse from the most powerful dark sorcerer of the time, Lord Voldemort. He became a spirit until two years ago, where he had risen to power yet again, along with his death eaters.
"Heather! C'mon, we have to go!"
"Coming, Kelly!"
Harry saw a girl about Heather's age with glasses and darker hair walk up to them. She didn't seem familiar to him, too.
"Do I know you? Don't you go to Hogwarts?"
"Yes," Kelly said. "She's in Gryffindor, I'm in Slytherin, and this is our sixth year here."
"Funny, I have never seen you in the common room."
"We aren't really social people."
"C'mon Heath! We have to go! Nice meeting you, Harry!"
"Bye!"
Harry watched them as Heather started talking to Kelly, and saw her say something, causing Kelly to yell at her and make Heather laugh. He smiled, finding them very funny girls. But he still was very curious about why they only hung around with each other, and not really with other people. As strange as it was, Harry finally caught up with his own friends.
"Harry! It's good to see you again!" Hermione gave him a hug that nearly made him fall over.
"Hey Hermione. Hey Ron, how was your summer?"
"It was okay, sort of boring you know? Compared to last summer, I mean.Oh, I'm sorry Harry."
Last summer, Harry was brought by members of a secret organization called the Order of the Phoenix, his headmaster at school, Professor Dumbledore, was the leader and creator of it. He had been attacked by dementors at Privet Drive, and needed to be kept at Sirius' old house. Sirius. His godfather, now dead. Dead because of Voldemort, and his followers, the death eaters. One of them, Bellatrix Lestrange, had killed Sirius, who protected Harry and the others until the very end. There was an awkward silence until they heard a familiar yet unappealing voice.
"Potter, I see you're still hanging out with Mudbloods and disgraces."
"Nice to see you too, Malfoy."
Harry turned around to face his rival, Draco Malfoy. The boy who was no more than a few inches taller than Harry had his white blonde hair slicked back, with an expression of pure disgust on his face.
"I'll see you at school; I have to go get my new broom, the Firebolt 1000. Newest model, just came out recently. See you later, Mudblood."
After Draco left, Ron breathed a heavy sigh.
"At least he's gone. What a pain in my bloody ass."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione hung out for the rest of the day, until it was nearly dark. Harry was staying at the Leaky Cauldron until September 1, when he would se them at the Hogwarts Express, the train that would take them to school, on the Platform 9 ¾. As his friends left, he heaved a heavy sigh. He would miss them, but he also wondered if he would ever see Heather, or her friend Kelly, again. Somehow, he felt as if he was going to. Very soon. It was the next day, and Harry was bored out of his mind. He hadn't seen any of his other friends and he had already used up his amount of money for the school stuff he needed. The rest for payment was for staying in the Leaky Cauldron. He decided that he would go into the Quidditch shop, and see just how impressive the new Firebolt 1000 was, everyone was talking about it.
"Eh, it's not that great."
As he turned around to go back to the Leaky Cauldron, he bumped into someone again.
"We meet again, Mr. Potter."
"Heather! I'm really sorry! Please don't be mad!"
Heather started laughing.
"It's okay, Harry, I'm fine."
She smiled, and Harry relaxed. It was strange that he had run into her again, almost as if he had predicted it. Yeah, rite.
"Hey, Heath.oh hi Harry!"
Kelly had finally caught up to her friend. They decided to go to the Leaky Cauldron to get some lunch. They had a great time talking about who their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher would be, and how mean and ignorant their Potions teacher, Professor Snape, was. They were just like Hermione and Ron, Kelly was constantly getting joked about by Heather, who acted a lot like Hermione, but she was very curious, and was willing to break rules. However, Kelly acted like Ron's usual funny self, and yet she really was strict when it came to the rules. Funny, how they were his best friends' opposites while at the same time they were exactly alike.
This feeling.It's weird how I get along with these two. However, it feels as if they are keeping something from me.Why do I feel this way?
When it was dark, Harry said good-bye to his newfound friends, and they promised they'd see each other the next day. It was then he realized that Heather had left her best quill on the table they had been sitting at, and he decided to give it back to her. As he ran, he saw Kelly pulling Heather over to a hidden alley, and he silently followed them unaware of why he was doing this. Perhaps he was just curious, or was he worried about them? Either way, he kept as quiet as he could. Then he saw Kelly starting to yell at Heather.
"I told you not to talk to him! You know our code! If he finds us, then he'll want answers!"
"But, but he was so kind, and lonely. I wanted to give him comfort! He doesn't deserve this! He has a right to know!" Heather countered.
Kelly became quiet, and then bowed her head.
"You're right, we should tell him. I just. I just wish it was just us again, no one has ever noticed us before. It feels so strange being with other people, who seem like they actually care for you as a friend. Although, he probably thinks we are the biggest bunch of freaks he's ever met!"
"But there are only two of us."
Kelly sighed, and placed her hand on Heather's head. She cocked her head, confused.
"Still, he should know. If only he weren't late."
Harry had an incredible urge to should "WHO?!" but he stopped himself long enough to hear them more. Kelly took her hand off Heather's head, and she had a serious look on her face.
"He's still not completely healed yet, it may take him awhile to get here. I still can't believe he convinced us to let him go out in public, with his wounds not fully restored to normal."
"He's very convincing, and his determination also is very hard to break, if it even is unbreakable in the first place."
Heather let out a small laugh, but then stopped when she saw her friend not laughing along with her.
"When I heard what had happened to him, I couldn't believe he was still alive. After what Voldemort did."
"What did Voldemort do to him?!" Harry exclaimed. The girls spun around, obviously shocked to see Harry standing behind them. "Ha-Harry."
"What did Voldemort do to your friend? And just who is he? And why can't you tell me who it is?!"
"It's difficult, Harry, just please listen, he told us not to tell you even if we ran into you. Please, we are sorry!"
"JUST WHAT ARE YOU HIDING FROM ME?!"
The girls were stammering, and then Harry heard a voice from behind him.
"Harry, please do not be angry with them." Harry spun around, and his eyes widened.
"It's not possible!"
New Friends
It was August 29, and Harry Potter was in Diagon Alley, shopping for his school supplies, as usual. School terms for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry started September 1st, and he needed his school things, like his quills, parchments, and his new books. His summer holidays were as horrible as they always were. Anytime spent with the Dursleys was horrible. As he was getting out of the Leaky Cauldron, he spotted his best friends, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. They didn't see him, as a mass of people came toward him in a hurry out. As he tried to get his way through the crowd, he bumped into a girl.
"So sorry, can I help you up?"
"It's okay, I'm fine."
As Harry finally saw her face, he gasped. She was a very pretty girl, but he didn't seem to remember her.
"I'm sorry for bumping into you, Miss.?"
"McDonald. Heather McDonald. I know who you are of course, Harry."
He blushed slightly, he hated that everyone knew him. 15 years ago he survived a curse from the most powerful dark sorcerer of the time, Lord Voldemort. He became a spirit until two years ago, where he had risen to power yet again, along with his death eaters.
"Heather! C'mon, we have to go!"
"Coming, Kelly!"
Harry saw a girl about Heather's age with glasses and darker hair walk up to them. She didn't seem familiar to him, too.
"Do I know you? Don't you go to Hogwarts?"
"Yes," Kelly said. "She's in Gryffindor, I'm in Slytherin, and this is our sixth year here."
"Funny, I have never seen you in the common room."
"We aren't really social people."
"C'mon Heath! We have to go! Nice meeting you, Harry!"
"Bye!"
Harry watched them as Heather started talking to Kelly, and saw her say something, causing Kelly to yell at her and make Heather laugh. He smiled, finding them very funny girls. But he still was very curious about why they only hung around with each other, and not really with other people. As strange as it was, Harry finally caught up with his own friends.
"Harry! It's good to see you again!" Hermione gave him a hug that nearly made him fall over.
"Hey Hermione. Hey Ron, how was your summer?"
"It was okay, sort of boring you know? Compared to last summer, I mean.Oh, I'm sorry Harry."
Last summer, Harry was brought by members of a secret organization called the Order of the Phoenix, his headmaster at school, Professor Dumbledore, was the leader and creator of it. He had been attacked by dementors at Privet Drive, and needed to be kept at Sirius' old house. Sirius. His godfather, now dead. Dead because of Voldemort, and his followers, the death eaters. One of them, Bellatrix Lestrange, had killed Sirius, who protected Harry and the others until the very end. There was an awkward silence until they heard a familiar yet unappealing voice.
"Potter, I see you're still hanging out with Mudbloods and disgraces."
"Nice to see you too, Malfoy."
Harry turned around to face his rival, Draco Malfoy. The boy who was no more than a few inches taller than Harry had his white blonde hair slicked back, with an expression of pure disgust on his face.
"I'll see you at school; I have to go get my new broom, the Firebolt 1000. Newest model, just came out recently. See you later, Mudblood."
After Draco left, Ron breathed a heavy sigh.
"At least he's gone. What a pain in my bloody ass."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione hung out for the rest of the day, until it was nearly dark. Harry was staying at the Leaky Cauldron until September 1, when he would se them at the Hogwarts Express, the train that would take them to school, on the Platform 9 ¾. As his friends left, he heaved a heavy sigh. He would miss them, but he also wondered if he would ever see Heather, or her friend Kelly, again. Somehow, he felt as if he was going to. Very soon. It was the next day, and Harry was bored out of his mind. He hadn't seen any of his other friends and he had already used up his amount of money for the school stuff he needed. The rest for payment was for staying in the Leaky Cauldron. He decided that he would go into the Quidditch shop, and see just how impressive the new Firebolt 1000 was, everyone was talking about it.
"Eh, it's not that great."
As he turned around to go back to the Leaky Cauldron, he bumped into someone again.
"We meet again, Mr. Potter."
"Heather! I'm really sorry! Please don't be mad!"
Heather started laughing.
"It's okay, Harry, I'm fine."
She smiled, and Harry relaxed. It was strange that he had run into her again, almost as if he had predicted it. Yeah, rite.
"Hey, Heath.oh hi Harry!"
Kelly had finally caught up to her friend. They decided to go to the Leaky Cauldron to get some lunch. They had a great time talking about who their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher would be, and how mean and ignorant their Potions teacher, Professor Snape, was. They were just like Hermione and Ron, Kelly was constantly getting joked about by Heather, who acted a lot like Hermione, but she was very curious, and was willing to break rules. However, Kelly acted like Ron's usual funny self, and yet she really was strict when it came to the rules. Funny, how they were his best friends' opposites while at the same time they were exactly alike.
This feeling.It's weird how I get along with these two. However, it feels as if they are keeping something from me.Why do I feel this way?
When it was dark, Harry said good-bye to his newfound friends, and they promised they'd see each other the next day. It was then he realized that Heather had left her best quill on the table they had been sitting at, and he decided to give it back to her. As he ran, he saw Kelly pulling Heather over to a hidden alley, and he silently followed them unaware of why he was doing this. Perhaps he was just curious, or was he worried about them? Either way, he kept as quiet as he could. Then he saw Kelly starting to yell at Heather.
"I told you not to talk to him! You know our code! If he finds us, then he'll want answers!"
"But, but he was so kind, and lonely. I wanted to give him comfort! He doesn't deserve this! He has a right to know!" Heather countered.
Kelly became quiet, and then bowed her head.
"You're right, we should tell him. I just. I just wish it was just us again, no one has ever noticed us before. It feels so strange being with other people, who seem like they actually care for you as a friend. Although, he probably thinks we are the biggest bunch of freaks he's ever met!"
"But there are only two of us."
Kelly sighed, and placed her hand on Heather's head. She cocked her head, confused.
"Still, he should know. If only he weren't late."
Harry had an incredible urge to should "WHO?!" but he stopped himself long enough to hear them more. Kelly took her hand off Heather's head, and she had a serious look on her face.
"He's still not completely healed yet, it may take him awhile to get here. I still can't believe he convinced us to let him go out in public, with his wounds not fully restored to normal."
"He's very convincing, and his determination also is very hard to break, if it even is unbreakable in the first place."
Heather let out a small laugh, but then stopped when she saw her friend not laughing along with her.
"When I heard what had happened to him, I couldn't believe he was still alive. After what Voldemort did."
"What did Voldemort do to him?!" Harry exclaimed. The girls spun around, obviously shocked to see Harry standing behind them. "Ha-Harry."
"What did Voldemort do to your friend? And just who is he? And why can't you tell me who it is?!"
"It's difficult, Harry, just please listen, he told us not to tell you even if we ran into you. Please, we are sorry!"
"JUST WHAT ARE YOU HIDING FROM ME?!"
The girls were stammering, and then Harry heard a voice from behind him.
"Harry, please do not be angry with them." Harry spun around, and his eyes widened.
"It's not possible!"
