Chapter 1 Diagon Alley
OUR LAST DAYS OF SUMMER, 1979-
"Race woke up to her radio blaring the lyrics of "summer of '79." 'Ironic,' thought Race as she covered her head with her pillow, 'that the song about these guys last days of summer in the town they grew up, would be what woke me up on the day we are moving to England.'
The music suddenly stopped and was replaced by an annoyed voice belonging to Race's identical twin sister's voice saying, "Honestly Race, why couldn't you have shut it off, for the three seconds it would have taken you."
"Whoa, can you do that again? You sounded exactly like mom there for a minute Liz."
"Maybe but it's true, you lazy bum."
"Har Har," said Race attempting to throw her pillow at Liz. But the pillow just dropped as if it had hit an invisible wall. "Hey!" exclaimed race, noticing Liz holding a thin piece of wood in her left hand, "you know we aren't allowed to use magic outside of school! What were you thinking??? Do you really want to get us expelled???"
Liz just sat there grinning, "first off we are transferring to Hogwarts remember? They won't count it against us, as we have to move. And second, I hear mom and dad talking before saying that we were allowed to use magic since we need to pack and move all of the heavy objects, they said the ministry doesn't expect us to move stuff the muggle way."
It was Race's turn to grin, "So, err, I guess we should start moving these big, heavy, pillows right?" With that, Race reached for her own wand, and so began their pillow fight.
"Girls are you ready?" called a voice from downstairs.
"Yeah mom!" answered the two girls in unison. Race and Liz levitated their trunks and extra bags downstairs with a simple swish and flick. When they got downstairs their parents were ready by the fire. They shrunk their baggage and each grabbed a pinch of Floo Powder. One by one they threw it into the fire and shouted "92 Rington Way!" and disappeared into the emerald green flames.
The house was very spacious, but even so, Liz and Race choose to share a room.
"Hey Liz, guess what?"
"What?"
"We've got house elves here! Haha! That just got rid of our chores!"
"Booya!"
"Girls, come down here!"
Race led the way downstairs wondering if they were already in trouble in their new house.
"Come on, we need to go to Diagon Alley to get your school stuff. Liz you go first and then me then you Race."
"Alright, see you in a minute." said Liz before shouting, "Diagon Alley!"
"Oh dear! Race, I forgot the list! Be a dear and go run up and get it for me?"
"Yeah mom." Said Race, turning around and starting for the stairs. She had just reached the first step when she heard her mother say "Diagon Alley!" Taking the stores two at a time Race reached her room and grabbed the list. She hurried back downstairs hoping her mother hadn't gone on with out her, as she had a knack for forgetting about her when it came to shopping.
She got to the fire, grabbed a pinch of Floo Powder and repeated what her mother and sister had done before her. Instantly she started swirling, emerald green flames licking her body. She tucked in her arms and screwed up her eyes as she spun, trying to suppress the impending nausea.
She was suddenly thrown from the fire and landed gracefully on her face. She heard laughing and looked up hoping to see her sister, but it seemed that the call of shopping was too strong for her mother to resist for two whole minutes. A very attractive boy offered her his hand as Race was starting to get up. The boy had blonde hair and gray eyes; he also had very strong looking arms and was a good four inches taller than her. She grabbed his warm strong hand and stood up brushing the dirt and soot off of her new clothes. She looked at him and saw that he was the source of the laughter, and grinned at him.
"Thanks!" said Race still grinning. "My name is Race Landorn-um you haven't seen anyone that looks exactly like me have you?"
"My name is Draco Malfoy, and no I haven't seen anyone that looks like you."
"Crap. Well than." said Race trailing off. 'Great, just great!' thought Race, 'Now what am I supposed to do??? I have NO idea of how to get into Diagon Alley!' "Um, you don't know how to get into Diagon Alley do you?" she asked hopefully.
"Diagon Alley? Yeah I know how to get there, come on." Said Draco as he led her into a small alley outside the grubby pub. He took out his wand and tapped some random bricks and an archway appeared. "So what's your story?" He asked as they entered into the amazing looking shopping area.
"What do you mean?" Asked Race not understanding.
"Well, you look about 16 or so, just like me, but I've never seen you before. Are you a transfer?"
"Oh yeah, yeah I am. I came from Salem Institute in America. My rents just decided to move here. Go figure."
"Your rents?" Asked Draco with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Parents, sorry."
"So are you 16? Are you going into your sixth year?"
"Yea I'm going into my sixth year, as is my sister. She's my twin-identical except our eyes. Mine are misty gray obviously, but hers are green. Bright green." Said Race. And then in a lower voice more to herself than to Draco, "And I'd really like to find little Miss green-eyed Liz right now." And she started searching around for her lost sister and mother.
"Well, I'll walk around with you. I need to pick up my school supplies too, and we can join your family if we find them."
So the two walked around for about an hour without seeing anyone. They were, however, getting dirty looks from some of the customers. Race just shrugged it off as disgruntled shoppers. Once they had bought all of their school supplies Draco treated Race to an ice cream. They wandered around for another quarter hour licking their ice creams silently and looking into the windows of various shops.
They started making their way back to the grubby pub (that Race learned was the Leaky Cauldron) with their stuff. Once inside and buy the fire Race turned to Draco and said, "thanks a bunch for showing me around Diagon Alley, the shopping place in America is much smaller, "the bare necessities," as my mother tends to quote from the Jungle Book."
"Err, The Jungle Book?"
"Err, yeah, it's just a muggle child movie. Before I went to Salem, my rents had me babysitting, so I'd know what muggles are like-didn't want me to be one of those "pure blood is best" freaks I guess."
Race noticed that he went a bit rigid for a minute, as if he was offended, but she just waved it off. They had reached the pub and gone inside.
"Thanks for taking the time to show me around. I would have been wandering around like a stray for a few hours had you not been there. So, yeah, thanks."
"No problem," said Draco, "well, I guess I'll see you, and your twin, on the train tomorrow."
"Yeah, I'll keep an eye out for you."
"Sounds like a plan."
They were now in front of the fireplace, as Race was about to throw the pinch of Floo Powder into the flames, Draco stopped her arm and said with a smirk, "try to aim for a better landing when you get out, alright?"
"Har Har," said Race sarcastically but with a genuine smile on her lips. "I'll keep that in mind." And with that she threw the blue powder in and was whisked away into the emerald green flames, landing gracefully on her two feet.
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Draco had just finished his lunch at the grubby little pub. 'Not really my kind of place,' he mused, 'but convenient non the less.' He was sitting waiting for the bill to arrive. He paid the man 12 sickles for his meal and was just heading for the door to do his school shopping when someone came out of the fireplace and fell to the ground with a "whoop!"
This being a normal occurrence Draco normally wouldn't have thought much of it, but the sound she made was just funny to him for some reason and he started grinning and laughing; which was not something he normally did. But just something about her-whoever her was-made him happy.
Still laughing he went over and bent down a hand to help her to her feet, she smiled at him and took his hand. Once she was up she started dusting herself off. Draco watched her do so. She wasn't your classic beauty, but she could definitely turn heads. She had about 5'5" on her, and had filled out in all the right places. Her hair wasn't quite curly but bounced in locks as she moved her head inspecting her clothes. Seeming satisfied with her appearance she looked up and gave Draco a warm smile. This was also another strange occurrence-having a girl smile at him. Not that he didn't have the looks- It was just his reputation, along with his family's reputation tended to scare people away. Draco noticed how the smile rose to and filled her eyes. Eyes that were gray like his, but light without the shadows that rolled across the back of his own.
She was talking to him but, he didn't seem to hear her clearly, as if he didn't understand English at the moment. 'Gods!' Draco thought angrily to himself, 'all she did was smile at me and touch my hand. And now I must look like an incompetent slug to her!'
They walked through Diagon Alley together, buying school supplies and getting to know each other. They past the ice cream shop and he bought them both a cone and they started walking back. He had already decided that he liked this girl, so he wanted to please her.
Then she started talking about "pure blood freaks," and that stopped him. She wasn't berating him; but the truth was his family was a big bunch of "pure blood freaks," and worse he knew that he was one to some extent too. It had been drilled into him since before he could walk. It was something he was molded to be, and he had always excepted it, and now because of this girl he had only known for a little over and hour, he was having his doubts.
He had only fully come back to his senses when she was reaching out to throw the Floo Powder into the flames. "Try to aim for a better landing when you get out, alright?" He said, trying to make her laugh.
"Har Har, I'll keep that in mind." She smiled one last smile and was gone.
After she was whisked away and the flames returned to their normal color, Draco muttered, "until tomorrow than." And he turned on his heal and left the shop.
OUR LAST DAYS OF SUMMER, 1979-
"Race woke up to her radio blaring the lyrics of "summer of '79." 'Ironic,' thought Race as she covered her head with her pillow, 'that the song about these guys last days of summer in the town they grew up, would be what woke me up on the day we are moving to England.'
The music suddenly stopped and was replaced by an annoyed voice belonging to Race's identical twin sister's voice saying, "Honestly Race, why couldn't you have shut it off, for the three seconds it would have taken you."
"Whoa, can you do that again? You sounded exactly like mom there for a minute Liz."
"Maybe but it's true, you lazy bum."
"Har Har," said Race attempting to throw her pillow at Liz. But the pillow just dropped as if it had hit an invisible wall. "Hey!" exclaimed race, noticing Liz holding a thin piece of wood in her left hand, "you know we aren't allowed to use magic outside of school! What were you thinking??? Do you really want to get us expelled???"
Liz just sat there grinning, "first off we are transferring to Hogwarts remember? They won't count it against us, as we have to move. And second, I hear mom and dad talking before saying that we were allowed to use magic since we need to pack and move all of the heavy objects, they said the ministry doesn't expect us to move stuff the muggle way."
It was Race's turn to grin, "So, err, I guess we should start moving these big, heavy, pillows right?" With that, Race reached for her own wand, and so began their pillow fight.
"Girls are you ready?" called a voice from downstairs.
"Yeah mom!" answered the two girls in unison. Race and Liz levitated their trunks and extra bags downstairs with a simple swish and flick. When they got downstairs their parents were ready by the fire. They shrunk their baggage and each grabbed a pinch of Floo Powder. One by one they threw it into the fire and shouted "92 Rington Way!" and disappeared into the emerald green flames.
The house was very spacious, but even so, Liz and Race choose to share a room.
"Hey Liz, guess what?"
"What?"
"We've got house elves here! Haha! That just got rid of our chores!"
"Booya!"
"Girls, come down here!"
Race led the way downstairs wondering if they were already in trouble in their new house.
"Come on, we need to go to Diagon Alley to get your school stuff. Liz you go first and then me then you Race."
"Alright, see you in a minute." said Liz before shouting, "Diagon Alley!"
"Oh dear! Race, I forgot the list! Be a dear and go run up and get it for me?"
"Yeah mom." Said Race, turning around and starting for the stairs. She had just reached the first step when she heard her mother say "Diagon Alley!" Taking the stores two at a time Race reached her room and grabbed the list. She hurried back downstairs hoping her mother hadn't gone on with out her, as she had a knack for forgetting about her when it came to shopping.
She got to the fire, grabbed a pinch of Floo Powder and repeated what her mother and sister had done before her. Instantly she started swirling, emerald green flames licking her body. She tucked in her arms and screwed up her eyes as she spun, trying to suppress the impending nausea.
She was suddenly thrown from the fire and landed gracefully on her face. She heard laughing and looked up hoping to see her sister, but it seemed that the call of shopping was too strong for her mother to resist for two whole minutes. A very attractive boy offered her his hand as Race was starting to get up. The boy had blonde hair and gray eyes; he also had very strong looking arms and was a good four inches taller than her. She grabbed his warm strong hand and stood up brushing the dirt and soot off of her new clothes. She looked at him and saw that he was the source of the laughter, and grinned at him.
"Thanks!" said Race still grinning. "My name is Race Landorn-um you haven't seen anyone that looks exactly like me have you?"
"My name is Draco Malfoy, and no I haven't seen anyone that looks like you."
"Crap. Well than." said Race trailing off. 'Great, just great!' thought Race, 'Now what am I supposed to do??? I have NO idea of how to get into Diagon Alley!' "Um, you don't know how to get into Diagon Alley do you?" she asked hopefully.
"Diagon Alley? Yeah I know how to get there, come on." Said Draco as he led her into a small alley outside the grubby pub. He took out his wand and tapped some random bricks and an archway appeared. "So what's your story?" He asked as they entered into the amazing looking shopping area.
"What do you mean?" Asked Race not understanding.
"Well, you look about 16 or so, just like me, but I've never seen you before. Are you a transfer?"
"Oh yeah, yeah I am. I came from Salem Institute in America. My rents just decided to move here. Go figure."
"Your rents?" Asked Draco with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Parents, sorry."
"So are you 16? Are you going into your sixth year?"
"Yea I'm going into my sixth year, as is my sister. She's my twin-identical except our eyes. Mine are misty gray obviously, but hers are green. Bright green." Said Race. And then in a lower voice more to herself than to Draco, "And I'd really like to find little Miss green-eyed Liz right now." And she started searching around for her lost sister and mother.
"Well, I'll walk around with you. I need to pick up my school supplies too, and we can join your family if we find them."
So the two walked around for about an hour without seeing anyone. They were, however, getting dirty looks from some of the customers. Race just shrugged it off as disgruntled shoppers. Once they had bought all of their school supplies Draco treated Race to an ice cream. They wandered around for another quarter hour licking their ice creams silently and looking into the windows of various shops.
They started making their way back to the grubby pub (that Race learned was the Leaky Cauldron) with their stuff. Once inside and buy the fire Race turned to Draco and said, "thanks a bunch for showing me around Diagon Alley, the shopping place in America is much smaller, "the bare necessities," as my mother tends to quote from the Jungle Book."
"Err, The Jungle Book?"
"Err, yeah, it's just a muggle child movie. Before I went to Salem, my rents had me babysitting, so I'd know what muggles are like-didn't want me to be one of those "pure blood is best" freaks I guess."
Race noticed that he went a bit rigid for a minute, as if he was offended, but she just waved it off. They had reached the pub and gone inside.
"Thanks for taking the time to show me around. I would have been wandering around like a stray for a few hours had you not been there. So, yeah, thanks."
"No problem," said Draco, "well, I guess I'll see you, and your twin, on the train tomorrow."
"Yeah, I'll keep an eye out for you."
"Sounds like a plan."
They were now in front of the fireplace, as Race was about to throw the pinch of Floo Powder into the flames, Draco stopped her arm and said with a smirk, "try to aim for a better landing when you get out, alright?"
"Har Har," said Race sarcastically but with a genuine smile on her lips. "I'll keep that in mind." And with that she threw the blue powder in and was whisked away into the emerald green flames, landing gracefully on her two feet.
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Draco had just finished his lunch at the grubby little pub. 'Not really my kind of place,' he mused, 'but convenient non the less.' He was sitting waiting for the bill to arrive. He paid the man 12 sickles for his meal and was just heading for the door to do his school shopping when someone came out of the fireplace and fell to the ground with a "whoop!"
This being a normal occurrence Draco normally wouldn't have thought much of it, but the sound she made was just funny to him for some reason and he started grinning and laughing; which was not something he normally did. But just something about her-whoever her was-made him happy.
Still laughing he went over and bent down a hand to help her to her feet, she smiled at him and took his hand. Once she was up she started dusting herself off. Draco watched her do so. She wasn't your classic beauty, but she could definitely turn heads. She had about 5'5" on her, and had filled out in all the right places. Her hair wasn't quite curly but bounced in locks as she moved her head inspecting her clothes. Seeming satisfied with her appearance she looked up and gave Draco a warm smile. This was also another strange occurrence-having a girl smile at him. Not that he didn't have the looks- It was just his reputation, along with his family's reputation tended to scare people away. Draco noticed how the smile rose to and filled her eyes. Eyes that were gray like his, but light without the shadows that rolled across the back of his own.
She was talking to him but, he didn't seem to hear her clearly, as if he didn't understand English at the moment. 'Gods!' Draco thought angrily to himself, 'all she did was smile at me and touch my hand. And now I must look like an incompetent slug to her!'
They walked through Diagon Alley together, buying school supplies and getting to know each other. They past the ice cream shop and he bought them both a cone and they started walking back. He had already decided that he liked this girl, so he wanted to please her.
Then she started talking about "pure blood freaks," and that stopped him. She wasn't berating him; but the truth was his family was a big bunch of "pure blood freaks," and worse he knew that he was one to some extent too. It had been drilled into him since before he could walk. It was something he was molded to be, and he had always excepted it, and now because of this girl he had only known for a little over and hour, he was having his doubts.
He had only fully come back to his senses when she was reaching out to throw the Floo Powder into the flames. "Try to aim for a better landing when you get out, alright?" He said, trying to make her laugh.
"Har Har, I'll keep that in mind." She smiled one last smile and was gone.
After she was whisked away and the flames returned to their normal color, Draco muttered, "until tomorrow than." And he turned on his heal and left the shop.