Okay, so for those of you who don't know, my time skips and that sort of thing are represented as -/OK- The – is just a – and doesn't stand for anything. But turn your head to the side and /OK looks like a stickman wizard! YAY!
"Just promise me that we can still be friends even if I do get stuck in Slytherin? I mean, I know most muggle-borns don't get into Slytherin, but I'm just saying…,"said a teary eyed Salazara. "Just because Slytherins are snotty, full of crap, and idiots, doesn't mean all of them are! Well, yes it does. But if you get in there it won't!" said Ron.
"Yeah, he's right 'Zara…you could be the first-ever decent Slytherin in Hogwarts history!" added Harry. "Don't encourage her boys! We want her in Gryffindor, just like us. She may be starting in her 4th year, but that doesn't mean she's a snotty teen-ager yet. We're fourth years too, so we can help her! I'll be her tutor, Harry can show her around, and Ron can….well Ron can be Ron," said Hermione. "Thanks for making me feel like a slimy git Hermione" "Your welcome Ron" The bickering went on like this while Salazara and Harry talked about how they met.
********************************FLASHBACK****************************** Salazara looked at her list of item requirements. She had everything except for a wand. Behind her a girl said,"Occulus Reparo! Honestly Harry, can't you be more careful with your glasses? I constantly have to fix them left and right!" Salazara, momentarily distracted by the goings-on behind her, was knocked into with a large cauldron. She fell down and slid back 6 feet on her rear-end. She looked up to see a very bushy-haired brunette and a rather messy-haired boy with a lighting shaped scar on his forehead. "Well, are you going to help me up, or are you going to let me sit her like a pair of Slytherin gits?" The boy laughed and reached out a hand to pull her up, and he said,"Im Harry Potter, and this is Hermione Granger. And you are...?""Oh, Im Salazara Ray. Nice to meet you!
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"You flipped out when I told you my name was Salazara! You thought I was some sort of demon sent by Lord Moldy-Butt to kill you!" "Lord Voldemort, Salazara…and I did NOT flip out!" said Harry. "Oh yes you did!" she said, poking him in the ribs. Suddenly, the train jolted, sending Salazara crashing into Harry, leaving them lying on the floor. Salazara was straddled across him, her knees by his upper legs, her stomach pressed against his and their faces only 3 inches apart. There was an awkward silence before Harry said, "You will be a Slytherin git Zara…." "WHY!" "Because," he replied," You aren't helping me up." His eyes glinted mischievously as he said this, and she said back,"Well maybe I don't want to." Then Hermione said exasperatedly," Honestly, just get up!" Salazara giggled, pushed her self up, and helped pull Harry up. Then they sat back down. And Harry didn't let go of Salazara's hand.