Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of the Harry Potter series. I do own later characters and terms.
……Daydreaming land……
Flamed-heart:La La La, Oh look here. Ownership papers to the Harry Potter Books. What happened to J. K. Rowling?
looks up to see J. R. dangling by a literal thread
Flamed-heart:Woo. Goodie. I own Harry Potter.
Zap!
Flamed-heart:What? Noooo, the papers are gone! J.R. has them again NNNOOOOO!
Well I think that makes up for a full days stupidity.
On with the story!
Chapter one The Girl Next Door
"You'll pay for that you bitch!" screamed the man clad in death eater's robes.
"You don't like playing with fire? Funny, I find it exhilarating." Replied the girl that had just moments ago thrown a fireball at the death eater.
The death eater glanced down at his wand and balanced out the possibilities of getting it in one piece. The girl moved forward and towards the path he would have made to get to the wand.
"You should know by now Calvin, that strategizing is useless against me when I'm close by. Anyway, are you done fighting and ready to go to Azkaban?" asked the girl
"I think not, dearest Amanda." Said Calvin.
Calvin ran forward in an attempt to hit the girl known as Amanda. She side stepped the death eater's attack and threw a fireball over her shoulder at him, catching his garments ablaze. With a swift turn of her hand the fire was gone and Calvin stood there…well, falling to his knees, burned and in pain.
Amanda grabbed his shoulder and, with a loud crack, was gone.
Miles away in Little Whinging, Harry Potter sat at his desk, brooding over a medium sized portion of parchment.
He looked up, very frustrated, from his unwritten essay. Without his best friend, Hermione Granger, you might as well have asked a stick to finish the essay. Hermione was the brains behind the Golden Trio.
"Argh!"
Hedwig shuffled frantically around her cage as Harry had just threw his hands about in frustration and hit her cage, causing it to wave to and fro on the cage hanger.
Harry stood up and moved over to his trunk and extracted a book titled Best Defense. It was the book required for Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Harry originally planned to never return to Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry, but his mind changed when he left for Godric's Hollow. He saw paintings of his parents, which spoke to him and knew who he was. They had begged that he go back to School before he hunted the Horcruxes.
And so here he was preparing his homework for the next year. Harry turned back to his desk and looked out the window adjacent to it. Mrs. Figg was escorting a beautiful girl through her front door. Down at the end of the walkway was a pile of luggage, amongst which was a Hogwarts trunk
Then came Uncle Vernon's voice. "Harry! Get down here and help the new neighbor with her luggage." Harry's heart did a summersault.
"Fine." Harry yelled back and shot down the stairs to the door.
Uncle Vernon stopped him before he could walk out.
"You better not embarrass us, boy, or you will have to stay locked up for a week."
Then Harry said "You can't stop me from doing anything anymore. I'm of age anyway, and Besides She has a Hogwarts trunk, which means she's a witch."
Uncle Vernon's face turned bright purple as it did on many occasion.
"Fine, I don't care, but if you show the neighbors anything about where you or she comes from I will make sure you are punished, understood?" whispered uncle Vernon angrily.
"Fine." said Harry.
Harry shot out the door as he tried two minutes ago and to Mrs. Figg's house.
"Hi" said Harry, "do you need any help?"
"Kinda, could you get that trunk for me?" said the girl.
He realized how much more beautiful she was up close. She had honey brown eyes in an almond shape as his own, skin as smooth as cream, a gorgeous figure, which she was sure to show off, and the most elegant smile he had ever seen in his life. At the moment she was wearing a pair of too-short-for-her shorts and a t- shirt with a picture of the American Alternative group, Linkin Park on. Harry noted that the shirt was too short and too tight. He would have to keep an eye on this one. After dazing off for a few seconds to think of the almost endless ideas, Harry got the trunk and followed her into the house. They went upstairs to a brightly light room that was bare except for a rug and a bed. "Just put it against the wall. My name's Amanda Borders. What's yours?' she said. Harry took in every word as if it were honey.
"I'm Harry, Harry Potter." Said Harry. And Amanda turned around to face him with a face of astonishment.
"Your Harry Potter, the kid that survived Voldemort?" Harry was stunned that she was brave enough to say his name.
"Er—Yeah." Harry began " Are you going to Hogwarts this year?"
"Yep, and I hope I'm working in Gryffindor. I don't want to be in the same house as the rest of my family." Said Amanda
"What house is that?" Harry asked stupidly
"Slytherin, I hate that pureblood is royalty attitude. I prefer to be friends with muggle-borns anyhow," she answered.
Harry was stunned that a girl like her could be from a family of purebloods. She seemed to warm-blooded to be one of them.
The next morning, Harry was rudely awakened by someone pounding on his bedroom door.
"Harry open up you have a … Visitor." Said uncle Vernon.
He jumped up just as the door swung open to reveal Amanda dressed in a black tank top and a pair of baggy black jeans.
'She would make a very sexy Goth chick.' Thought Harry
Amanda gave him a look that said 'I don't like what your saying'. Harry thought that he had said it out loud or looked her up and down, but she shrugged the look from her angelic features.
"Hi, I'm about to go to Diagon Alley I was wondering if you would like to come with me?" She said
"Yeah I would love to…" Harry noticed that uncle Vernon had gone dark purple and was trying to say no, but even so, didn't.
"Okay let's go. Oh, get your stuff for Hogwarts. I'm going to be taking you to your place after we're done." Said Amanda.
Harry gathered his stuff as fast as he thought possible and gathered Hedwig. They rushed out onto the curb and waited for a few moments.
A/N: Well, Chapter one out of the way. Tell me what you think!
Please and Carrots, I want reviews so I can continue to write.
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