Disclaimer: I don't own any of this except for the plot, Kacey and the new DADD teacher. Everything else is JK Rowlings. Sadly, I'm not getting paid for this, but oh well.
Notes: This is my first fic, so any comments would be welcome! I'm putting up three chapters I believe and if you guys like it, review it and let me know so I can put more up! Thanks! ^_^
The whistle for Hogwarts Express could be heard through the chatter of the students and the hooting of the owls. It pulled Harry Potter out of his trance. Thoughts kept running through his mind. Unanswered questions like: What will this year be like with Voldemort on the loose and powerful again? Last year had been far from calm what with the Triwizard Tournament and Cedric Diggory's death and all.
"Come on, Harry! What's the matter with you? We got to get on the train!" yelled Ron in a desperate attempt to pull his friend back down to earth. "I hope Hermione saved us a compartment. You all right, Harry?"
"Uh? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. I was just thinking." Replied Harry. After all the nightmares he had had over the summer made him feel uneasy about going back to school. He kept waking up in the nights, screaming, with his scar burning. He kept reliving that day when Voldemort had finally risen again. This was going to be his fifth year.
Just then, Harry spotted someone he hadn't seen in awhile: Oliver Wood, whom had just graduated a little over a year ago. "Hang on, Ron. I'll be right back." And with that, he rushed off to greet his old friend. As he got closer, he noticed that Wood was not alone. In fact, he was with a girl. Harry stopped abruptly as if into an invisible wall. He thought about how stupid it would look if he were to walk up there while there were doing their business saying, Hey, Oliver, fancy meeting you here! What are you up to these days? Yes, it sounded quite stupid and rude. He decided it would just be best to leave them be, so he turned around and started to head back to Ron before he was spotted.
"Hey, Harry!" shouted Wood. Too late, Harry thought. "How come you didn't say 'hi'? Did you not see me?"
"Hey, Oliver. Sorry, I didn't see you." Harry lied. He really did want to talk to Wood, he just wasn't so keen on meeting this new girl. It was just unusual to see Oliver, Winning-Quidditch-Obsessed-Oliver, with something else on his mind.
"I want you to meet my girlfriend of two years, Kacey Harper." Said Wood, beaming at the black-haired, green-eyed girl standing next to him. "And Kacey, I'd like you to meet -"
"-Harry Potter" she finished his sentence for him. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I hear quite a bit about you from Oliver." She smiled as she stretched a tanned hand at Harry, which he took. Right as he grabbed her hand, his scar did something it never had done before. It began to tingle. He noticed Kacey's smile quickly vanished from her face as if she could feel it too. They hastily let go.
"Well," said Harry briskly, "I really must be getting back to Ron and Hermione." He turned and darted to where he had last seen Ron. He went as fast as he could without breaking into a run. This was something he had to tell his two buddies.
"Send me an owl sometime." Wood called after Harry.
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After Harry had finished telling Ron and Hermione about what had happened back at the train station, he expected them to explode with suggestions then squabble over who was right, but he found himself very wrong.
"Write to Sirus" they said at the same time, then turned to grin at one another. So Harry whipped out a quill and a piece of parchment.
Dear Sirus,
How have you been lately? Hopefully, you and Buckbeak are getting along nicely. Something happened this afternoon that I think you ought to know. Back about an hour ago at the station, I ran into Oliver Wood and his girlfriend, Kacey Harper. When I shook her hand, my scar started to tingle. It's never happened before. Do you know what it could be? It hasn't bothered me in a while (he lied.) Well, write back to me as soon as you find the time.
~Harry
P.S. Sorry this is so sloppy, we're on the train now. Ron and Hermione say hello.
"Looks good to me," said Ron after Harry let him review it. "Here, use Pig. I think Hedwig's sleeping." After Ron managed to catch the loony owl, he tied the note to his leg and chucked him out the window. He looked over at Hermione to see if she had anything to see one how he just flung his pet out a moving train, but she had her nose stuck in a book. Surprise, surprise.
After a while, the old witch with the cart came wheeling by. "Anything off the cart, my dears?" She asked with a wide, toothy grin.
"Three chocolate frogs, please," answered Harry, "on me." He look over at Ron and noticed his ears go pink, but he grinned all the same.
"So Oliver has a girlfriend, eh?" Ron asked after the old witch had wheeled on. Harry just nodded as his mouth was full of chocolate. "But for two years? Wouldn't we have seen them together?" Harry shrugged as he worked on swallowing the hunk of sugar. "Did he ever mention her?" Harry shook his head. "I wonder why..."
"Dunno," Harry said finally after he choked down his chocolate. "Maybe he tried to hide it." They both glanced up at Hermione for an opinion from her, but she was still reading.
"What? Was she that ugly?" joked Ron, still trying to get Hermione's attention but irritating her.
"No, actually, she wasn't bad at all. I don't know why Wood would want to hide something as pretty as her." Said Harry.
"What was her name, again? Katie?" said Ron taking a sip of pumpkin juice he had brought from home.
"Kacey Harper. I've never seen her before." Ron's eyes had just bugged out of his head and looked as though he was going to lose his juice.
"Kacey Harper?!" Ron choked. Harry started to feel another one of his ignorant-to-the wizarding-world feelings coming on again. Was Kacey like Malfoy or Snape? What was the big deal?
"Erm, yeah...why? You know her?" asked Harry, bewildered.
"She's only the best looking girl in Gryffindore, if not the whole school!" Ron answered excitedly.
"Well, I wouldn't go that far," muttered Harry, thinking of Cho. "What else do you know about her?"
"Well, I know she's Muggle-born....and she must be really smart because she's from the States. She's also Head Girl this year. But that's about her. I've never talked to her before...too scared." Ron said more quietly. "Besides, I bet every guy in school is after her...I mean, she IS really pretty." Ron blushed slightly.
"Honestly, is that all you care about?" Hermione chimed in. Harry and Ron were so startled by the sound of her voice, they jumped. "If either of you had any sense at all, you'd realize that BRAINS are everything. Not looks. I thought I taught you better." She snapped her book closed as a way of showing the conversation was over.
"Oh, what are you griping about?" Ron said coldly. "You've got your little Vicky." Hermione glared and slammed her book shut again. She then turned to Harry.
"So how was your summer, Harry?" She asked smoothly, ignoring how red Ron was getting.
"Well, I think both of you would like to know that Dudley's diet backfired...," Harry replied, with a devilish grin creeping across his face. "...and crashed." His grin was now from ear to ear. "Dudley has reached the unreachable at hitting the approximate weight of a Volkswagon at the tender age of fifteen."
Harry then went into the Dursley's reaction when they heard Harry was nearly killed last spring and that Voldemort was after him. Apparently, Dumbledore had written them a "normal letter" telling them what had happened and advising them to be extra cautious. To Harry's surprise, the Dursley's were quite concerned. But he then figured it was because the letter mentioned that Voldemort wouldn't hesitate to kill any Muggles that got in his way. Harry had also told Ron that Uncle Vernon had had the fireplace completely removed after what Mr. Weasley had done to it. The entire afternoon went really well. There wasn't even a visit from Malfoy. However, they did get a visit from someone else.
"Um,...pardon me, hello. Could I barrow Harry for a moment?" asked Kacey Harper whom had just poked her head through the compartment door. Ron's eyes bulged again while Hermione looked at Harry curiously.
"Uh, yeah, ...sure" all three of them answered. Harry followed Kacey silently down about three compartments until they came into an empty on of the right. They sat down and looked at each other quickly before Kacey broke the silence.
"So, ...uh, I guess you discovered Oliver's little secret." She said in a what-would-be perky voice if her hands weren't shaking. Harry, who know what was really on her mind, just nodded. After about another thirty seconds of silence, she spoke again. "Ok, enough pointless stuff. What the hell happened back at the station?" Harry knew it was coming, but it still caught him off guard. "Don't tell me you didn't feel it either." She added.
"I felt it, but I haven't the faintest idea what it was." Harry said with a slight chill in his voice. He hated how she just walked up and cornered him. "My scar tingled. I know what it means when it burns, but tingling is something completely -" He cut off when he looked at her face. Kacey looked torn between terror and amusement.
"What?" he asked. Her face cracked into a grin.
"You felt something physical?" she tried to muffle a giggle. "I was talking emotional!" Harry began to feel severely stupid and embarrassed. He must have looked it too, because Kacey stopped laughing and smiling, "It just felt like I had met you before, that's all. Sorry I didn't make that more clear to you." She said quietly. "But about your scar? You said it's never done that before?"
"Nope." He said flatly. If Kacey was anything like Hermione, he knew what was coming - a panicked voice telling him to look in every kind of book imaginable.
"Ask Dumbledore." She said simply. Harry was relieved, he wouldn't have to miss the Sorting to be in the library with a load of books. They both smiled. "Well, you can go back to your friends now, if you want, Harry."
"Erm, okay." Said Harry. He had totally forgotten about Ron and Hermione. "Bye" he added as he stepped out the door.
"Bye, Harry! I'll see you at the Sorting." Kacey called after him. Harry didn't know what to think of Kacey. He felt comfortable around her, but when she jumped on him about what had happened, it irritated him. Why was she so uptight about what happened?
Notes: This is my first fic, so any comments would be welcome! I'm putting up three chapters I believe and if you guys like it, review it and let me know so I can put more up! Thanks! ^_^
The whistle for Hogwarts Express could be heard through the chatter of the students and the hooting of the owls. It pulled Harry Potter out of his trance. Thoughts kept running through his mind. Unanswered questions like: What will this year be like with Voldemort on the loose and powerful again? Last year had been far from calm what with the Triwizard Tournament and Cedric Diggory's death and all.
"Come on, Harry! What's the matter with you? We got to get on the train!" yelled Ron in a desperate attempt to pull his friend back down to earth. "I hope Hermione saved us a compartment. You all right, Harry?"
"Uh? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. I was just thinking." Replied Harry. After all the nightmares he had had over the summer made him feel uneasy about going back to school. He kept waking up in the nights, screaming, with his scar burning. He kept reliving that day when Voldemort had finally risen again. This was going to be his fifth year.
Just then, Harry spotted someone he hadn't seen in awhile: Oliver Wood, whom had just graduated a little over a year ago. "Hang on, Ron. I'll be right back." And with that, he rushed off to greet his old friend. As he got closer, he noticed that Wood was not alone. In fact, he was with a girl. Harry stopped abruptly as if into an invisible wall. He thought about how stupid it would look if he were to walk up there while there were doing their business saying, Hey, Oliver, fancy meeting you here! What are you up to these days? Yes, it sounded quite stupid and rude. He decided it would just be best to leave them be, so he turned around and started to head back to Ron before he was spotted.
"Hey, Harry!" shouted Wood. Too late, Harry thought. "How come you didn't say 'hi'? Did you not see me?"
"Hey, Oliver. Sorry, I didn't see you." Harry lied. He really did want to talk to Wood, he just wasn't so keen on meeting this new girl. It was just unusual to see Oliver, Winning-Quidditch-Obsessed-Oliver, with something else on his mind.
"I want you to meet my girlfriend of two years, Kacey Harper." Said Wood, beaming at the black-haired, green-eyed girl standing next to him. "And Kacey, I'd like you to meet -"
"-Harry Potter" she finished his sentence for him. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I hear quite a bit about you from Oliver." She smiled as she stretched a tanned hand at Harry, which he took. Right as he grabbed her hand, his scar did something it never had done before. It began to tingle. He noticed Kacey's smile quickly vanished from her face as if she could feel it too. They hastily let go.
"Well," said Harry briskly, "I really must be getting back to Ron and Hermione." He turned and darted to where he had last seen Ron. He went as fast as he could without breaking into a run. This was something he had to tell his two buddies.
"Send me an owl sometime." Wood called after Harry.
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After Harry had finished telling Ron and Hermione about what had happened back at the train station, he expected them to explode with suggestions then squabble over who was right, but he found himself very wrong.
"Write to Sirus" they said at the same time, then turned to grin at one another. So Harry whipped out a quill and a piece of parchment.
Dear Sirus,
How have you been lately? Hopefully, you and Buckbeak are getting along nicely. Something happened this afternoon that I think you ought to know. Back about an hour ago at the station, I ran into Oliver Wood and his girlfriend, Kacey Harper. When I shook her hand, my scar started to tingle. It's never happened before. Do you know what it could be? It hasn't bothered me in a while (he lied.) Well, write back to me as soon as you find the time.
~Harry
P.S. Sorry this is so sloppy, we're on the train now. Ron and Hermione say hello.
"Looks good to me," said Ron after Harry let him review it. "Here, use Pig. I think Hedwig's sleeping." After Ron managed to catch the loony owl, he tied the note to his leg and chucked him out the window. He looked over at Hermione to see if she had anything to see one how he just flung his pet out a moving train, but she had her nose stuck in a book. Surprise, surprise.
After a while, the old witch with the cart came wheeling by. "Anything off the cart, my dears?" She asked with a wide, toothy grin.
"Three chocolate frogs, please," answered Harry, "on me." He look over at Ron and noticed his ears go pink, but he grinned all the same.
"So Oliver has a girlfriend, eh?" Ron asked after the old witch had wheeled on. Harry just nodded as his mouth was full of chocolate. "But for two years? Wouldn't we have seen them together?" Harry shrugged as he worked on swallowing the hunk of sugar. "Did he ever mention her?" Harry shook his head. "I wonder why..."
"Dunno," Harry said finally after he choked down his chocolate. "Maybe he tried to hide it." They both glanced up at Hermione for an opinion from her, but she was still reading.
"What? Was she that ugly?" joked Ron, still trying to get Hermione's attention but irritating her.
"No, actually, she wasn't bad at all. I don't know why Wood would want to hide something as pretty as her." Said Harry.
"What was her name, again? Katie?" said Ron taking a sip of pumpkin juice he had brought from home.
"Kacey Harper. I've never seen her before." Ron's eyes had just bugged out of his head and looked as though he was going to lose his juice.
"Kacey Harper?!" Ron choked. Harry started to feel another one of his ignorant-to-the wizarding-world feelings coming on again. Was Kacey like Malfoy or Snape? What was the big deal?
"Erm, yeah...why? You know her?" asked Harry, bewildered.
"She's only the best looking girl in Gryffindore, if not the whole school!" Ron answered excitedly.
"Well, I wouldn't go that far," muttered Harry, thinking of Cho. "What else do you know about her?"
"Well, I know she's Muggle-born....and she must be really smart because she's from the States. She's also Head Girl this year. But that's about her. I've never talked to her before...too scared." Ron said more quietly. "Besides, I bet every guy in school is after her...I mean, she IS really pretty." Ron blushed slightly.
"Honestly, is that all you care about?" Hermione chimed in. Harry and Ron were so startled by the sound of her voice, they jumped. "If either of you had any sense at all, you'd realize that BRAINS are everything. Not looks. I thought I taught you better." She snapped her book closed as a way of showing the conversation was over.
"Oh, what are you griping about?" Ron said coldly. "You've got your little Vicky." Hermione glared and slammed her book shut again. She then turned to Harry.
"So how was your summer, Harry?" She asked smoothly, ignoring how red Ron was getting.
"Well, I think both of you would like to know that Dudley's diet backfired...," Harry replied, with a devilish grin creeping across his face. "...and crashed." His grin was now from ear to ear. "Dudley has reached the unreachable at hitting the approximate weight of a Volkswagon at the tender age of fifteen."
Harry then went into the Dursley's reaction when they heard Harry was nearly killed last spring and that Voldemort was after him. Apparently, Dumbledore had written them a "normal letter" telling them what had happened and advising them to be extra cautious. To Harry's surprise, the Dursley's were quite concerned. But he then figured it was because the letter mentioned that Voldemort wouldn't hesitate to kill any Muggles that got in his way. Harry had also told Ron that Uncle Vernon had had the fireplace completely removed after what Mr. Weasley had done to it. The entire afternoon went really well. There wasn't even a visit from Malfoy. However, they did get a visit from someone else.
"Um,...pardon me, hello. Could I barrow Harry for a moment?" asked Kacey Harper whom had just poked her head through the compartment door. Ron's eyes bulged again while Hermione looked at Harry curiously.
"Uh, yeah, ...sure" all three of them answered. Harry followed Kacey silently down about three compartments until they came into an empty on of the right. They sat down and looked at each other quickly before Kacey broke the silence.
"So, ...uh, I guess you discovered Oliver's little secret." She said in a what-would-be perky voice if her hands weren't shaking. Harry, who know what was really on her mind, just nodded. After about another thirty seconds of silence, she spoke again. "Ok, enough pointless stuff. What the hell happened back at the station?" Harry knew it was coming, but it still caught him off guard. "Don't tell me you didn't feel it either." She added.
"I felt it, but I haven't the faintest idea what it was." Harry said with a slight chill in his voice. He hated how she just walked up and cornered him. "My scar tingled. I know what it means when it burns, but tingling is something completely -" He cut off when he looked at her face. Kacey looked torn between terror and amusement.
"What?" he asked. Her face cracked into a grin.
"You felt something physical?" she tried to muffle a giggle. "I was talking emotional!" Harry began to feel severely stupid and embarrassed. He must have looked it too, because Kacey stopped laughing and smiling, "It just felt like I had met you before, that's all. Sorry I didn't make that more clear to you." She said quietly. "But about your scar? You said it's never done that before?"
"Nope." He said flatly. If Kacey was anything like Hermione, he knew what was coming - a panicked voice telling him to look in every kind of book imaginable.
"Ask Dumbledore." She said simply. Harry was relieved, he wouldn't have to miss the Sorting to be in the library with a load of books. They both smiled. "Well, you can go back to your friends now, if you want, Harry."
"Erm, okay." Said Harry. He had totally forgotten about Ron and Hermione. "Bye" he added as he stepped out the door.
"Bye, Harry! I'll see you at the Sorting." Kacey called after him. Harry didn't know what to think of Kacey. He felt comfortable around her, but when she jumped on him about what had happened, it irritated him. Why was she so uptight about what happened?