Chapter 1
It was 3 p.m. as an extremely good looking young wizard around the age 15 walked along the streets of Diagon Alley. He was about 6'4, wore an unbuttoned black shirt that revealed his tan, muscular body, and blue jeans that sagged to show the top of his boxers. He wore contacts that over his stunning green eyes and drew stares from girls as he stepped slowly towards Gringotts Wizards Bank with his head down, one foot after the other. He stopped and raised his face to look at a large white building. As he ran his fingers through his hair a scar shaped like a lightning bolt was visible on his forehead and a silver stud was on his ear. He walked up the stairs and sat on one of two benches to the sides of the doors.
"Ron! Hurry up!" a pretty teenage girl with soft and wavy brown hair yelled to a freckle faced red head boy. "Harry should arrive at any moment!"
"Calm down Hermione." He replied, "We're early!"
They sat down opposite to the handsome black haired boy and looked around.
"Excuse me," Hermione asked him. "But have you seen Harry Potter around here lately? We're looking for him."
"Harry Potter, huh." The boy replied. "Now why would anyone want to talk to him?" The boy chuckled, "How's it going you guys?" He smiled, he had a dazzling, pearly white smile.
"Harry! Is that you?" they exclaimed. "You've changed!"
"I've noticed." he responded and laughed again. "Let's go get our supplies."
He got up and started walking into Gringotts as the two other followed with their mouths hanging open. After going to their vaults and collecting their money they started down the street talking about their summers. They were together again, best friends since their first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where they got their magical education. For these weren't ordinary teens. They were two wizards and a witch, friends forever. Talking just like before the summer started (except Ron and Hermione were now a couple). But none seemed to want to mention last year's events.
Suddenly, a blonde haired boy their age stepped in front of them.
"Well, if it isn't Potter and his little friends.
It was 3 p.m. as an extremely good looking young wizard around the age 15 walked along the streets of Diagon Alley. He was about 6'4, wore an unbuttoned black shirt that revealed his tan, muscular body, and blue jeans that sagged to show the top of his boxers. He wore contacts that over his stunning green eyes and drew stares from girls as he stepped slowly towards Gringotts Wizards Bank with his head down, one foot after the other. He stopped and raised his face to look at a large white building. As he ran his fingers through his hair a scar shaped like a lightning bolt was visible on his forehead and a silver stud was on his ear. He walked up the stairs and sat on one of two benches to the sides of the doors.
"Ron! Hurry up!" a pretty teenage girl with soft and wavy brown hair yelled to a freckle faced red head boy. "Harry should arrive at any moment!"
"Calm down Hermione." He replied, "We're early!"
They sat down opposite to the handsome black haired boy and looked around.
"Excuse me," Hermione asked him. "But have you seen Harry Potter around here lately? We're looking for him."
"Harry Potter, huh." The boy replied. "Now why would anyone want to talk to him?" The boy chuckled, "How's it going you guys?" He smiled, he had a dazzling, pearly white smile.
"Harry! Is that you?" they exclaimed. "You've changed!"
"I've noticed." he responded and laughed again. "Let's go get our supplies."
He got up and started walking into Gringotts as the two other followed with their mouths hanging open. After going to their vaults and collecting their money they started down the street talking about their summers. They were together again, best friends since their first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where they got their magical education. For these weren't ordinary teens. They were two wizards and a witch, friends forever. Talking just like before the summer started (except Ron and Hermione were now a couple). But none seemed to want to mention last year's events.
Suddenly, a blonde haired boy their age stepped in front of them.
"Well, if it isn't Potter and his little friends.