Black Crystal Wisher
Disclaimer & Author's Note: I do not own Harry Potter, the world of Harry Potter, or any and all official characters from the Harry Potter series itself. J.K Rowling, the woman behind the series, owns this genre, along with other companies and whatnot that help make this series enjoyable in the world. This story is inspired by this one-shot H/Hr fic I read called Teen Scene. Yes, I lurked the site... of course, I tend to like writing some Harry stories where he's different than anybody else known him as. This story will last through the summer before their sixth year, and in the story, I had Arthur killed to let Sirius live. :/
And as for as anybody (other than Hermione as this story goes on) who knows of Harry's true self, it's Sirius. Dumbledore is slightly manipulative in the story. Not evil, but more along the lines of having lost the true sight of his goal of protecting the Wizarding World of evil that he doesn't realize it until it's too late. So... here's to the start of another HP idea of mine.
Chapter One: A Summer Discovery
It's 1996. Thankfully, Hermione would no longer have to tolerate that horrid bitch Umbridge. It may seem a bit dark, but she's glad she's now "lost in the Forbidden Forest". It'll teach her for torturing Harry... She gave a bit of a sigh. It's only been a week since the summer break began, and already she's been thinking about the boy with vivid green eyes, and how since their fourth year he was growing his hair out. But this year was bad. First off were Ron and his family. She met Ron's dad before their fourth year, for the Quiddich World Cup. He was a nice man, a bit eccentric when it comes to muggle things... but his death really affected the Weasley family. Death by a snake bite... however the man didn't fall quietly; he killed the snake that poisoned him, and it turned out to be Voldemort's serpent familiar. While things were tense between Harry and Ron (since the boy's rampant jealousy over Harry being the wizarding world's named "Boy-Who-Lived"), there was no doubt Harry still saw Arthur as something close to a father figure. She then wondered how Harry was doing... being stuck with that horrid Dursley family...
"Hermione, your friends are here," she heard her mother call up the stairs. Hermione quickly put her homework away, and locked them away into the trunk and placed the lock back on, just as she heard a knock on the door. She could worry about such things later...
"Hermione, you're back!"
The girl smiled a bit. Growing up, she was a bit of a loner, always interested in reading the books that intrigued her. Due to it, she never had any real friends before her discovery of being a muggleborn witch. However, the three girls who walked into her room befriended her the year before she and her parents finally found out the causes for the "unexplainable situations" that occurred. They were also muggles who understood that she went to an exceptional private school for extremely gifted children.
"Amy, Jennifer, Mimi, it's great to be back home," she greeted the three girls, as they group hug.
"You should have gave us a call a week ago. We could have done some things like go to the mall!"
"Or have a girl's only sleep-over," Mimi said with a grin.
"Sorry, but school was a bit rough this year, what with the mid-school exams and such. I'm a bit nervous that I may not get all high marks on the tests," Hermione half-admitted, not wanting to talk about her worries over the looming danger of the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters lurking in the shadows of the Wizarding World.
"Typical Hermione," Jennifer said with a shrug, "You need to get laid, girl."
"Jennifer," she yelled, scandalized, cheeks turning red.
The other girls giggled.
"Just because you and Amy enjoy sex so much doesn't mean I would. I'm just waiting for the right guy to date. Sex is far from my mind."
Mimi grins. "What about that guy you keep talking about. Harry Potter?"
Hermione's blush returned. "Well..."
"Girl, you should just ask him out before you lose that guy to another girl that may be a scarlet witch."
Hermione immediately thought to that slutty Ravenclaw girl, Cho Chang.
Chinese bitch, she thought bitterly. She knew of the kiss Cho shared with Harry, before Harry wised up, realizing Cho was seeking someone she could be with since her ex-boyfriend Cedric was murdered last year in the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
"You know what, since we're together, we should go to that store that's gotten really popular," Amy said, "I got money from mum so let's go."
"Wait? What store is that?" Hermione questioned her friend.
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"I don't know why I'm here," Hermione said, a bit embarrassed. She doubts she would ever look good wearing such clothes.
"Oh c'mon," Amy Charlotte chided. She was a light tanned girl with dark hair pulled into a mid-length high ponytail, and blue eyes, "just because your school has a dress code, doesn't mean you can go wild during the summer."
It was twenty minutes since the girls got together, that the three decided they should take their friend to a teen-oriented store that has gotten very popular with the teenagers of England since its Grand Opening in 1994.
BLACK CRYSTAL WISHER
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That was the name of the store. Hermione found the ASCII Art of a person tossing a diamond (with glitter trail) underneath the Gothic-styled name of the store cute. Or was it Shift JIS text art? Some of the characters look Japanese...
"Hermione, come on," Jennifer Watson sighed, dragging their shy friend into the store. The girl had long honey brown hair, and hazel green eyes.
Inside the store, it was large and presented a comfortable atmosphere that teenagers felt right at home. And it was a bit busy with various other teenagers wondering about, checking out music albums, or looking through the store's clothing selections. It ranged from today's music local, overseas, and foreign. It also had some music albums of other songs for those who have unique tastes. The clothes ranged from the casual, to slight formal, to street wear. Hermione blanched a bit at some of the shirts she saw that were made entirely of fishnet. Several sections were named off: Gothic, Punk, Rocker, and Lolita.
"I don't see anybody at the cash register," Mimi Zobell said. She was the eccentric one. She was more a Punk Rock girl, as she had her hair dyed strawberry pink. Her father wasn't particularly happy about it, but her mother shrugged it off last year.
"Hey Hermione, how about wearing this?" Amy showed off a pair of pants. It was a BCW original-made. The jeans were Capri pants; however they were low hip figures, with a ruffled short fuku sewn on it, and for the pant legs from the hips down, were an extra fabric of baggy fishnet.
"I don't know," Hermione said uneasily.
"They got a pair without the skirt attachment," Amy said, rushing back to grab the other set.
From the back of the shop, a grunt is heard as a set of boxes were taken down from a high shelf.
"Man... this is the third time Kev never showed up. Bastard is probably with that slutty girlfriend of his. Bugger..."
Harry Potter gave a sigh, as he unboxed the stuff inside.
"He is so fired."
His cell phone starts to ring. He drags it off a nearby table and responds to the call.
"Yeah? Oh, it's you... sorry boss, just working alone AGAIN. Do me a favor and don't send Kev his paycheck; he's fired. Yeah huh... sure, bye."
He snaps the phone shut and pockets it. He takes the merchandise of music and clothes and starts to head out. These clothes just came in yesterday and he's going to have them set up on display on the front windows.
The doors to the back of the shop swings as the trap with the clothes are wheeled out. Thankfully there is always a wide alley down the center of the store so he wouldn't have to bump over things. He heard a couple of giggles, and saw a group of girls older than him by two years looking at him and giving him flirting looks. He merely smiles which caused the girls by the music racks to giggle more.
"He's a cutie," one of them whispered, which he heard.
"Nice pecs, I'll say," the other girls say with a girlish giddiness.
Harry had his hair grown out long, enough that he was able to style his hair. No longer was it unruly and "just as messy as his father's", now they were spiked up, in an anime-like fashion. The long lengths of his hair, much of it was pulled into a back ponytail and held secure by a black band. The fringes of the locks were just long enough that his forehead is covered well enough, and able to hide that damnable scar of his. The hidden teen wizard wore rainbow purple fingernail gloss, wore a light shade of lavender eye shadow, and has his right ear pierced, the earring made of a tiny curled feather and three small charcoal black beads. He's dressed entirely in black: leather pants, belt, sandals, fishnet stocking on his forearms, two leather straps on his upper arms, a fishnet t-shirt with overlapping tank. The only color to his outfit was the graphic art of flames and a Chinese dragon displayed on the back of the tank top; the colors mainly were greens, reds, and purples.
"Excuse me, can we get some service, please?" called a group of teens from the register.
"Alright, please wait a moment," Harry replied. Since he was not in school, he was able to put away his fake glasses, revealing his brilliant emerald eyes.
Hermione was by the pants of the Punk section, when she heard that familiar voice. "Harry?" She poked her head up, and looked around, but she didn't see the Boy-Who-Lived anywhere.
Harry however moved the display merchandise to the front, shoved them near a display window before rushing over to the register table. Plugging the key in and turning the device back on, he grabbed the scanner gun and started ringing up the things the group of teens purchased for today.
As he was ringing up the albums, he heard the door open with its bell jingle.
"Kevin!" Harry barked, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Hey dude, sorry," Kevin said with a slight slur to his tone.
"Is this what you're doing again? Drinking with friends?"
He crosses his arms, sending a glare at the now-unemployed co-worker. He then walks around the two-man register, telling the others he'll return shortly, before he roughly shoves the drunken guy out of the shop. Most were eavesdropping on the yelling, before the guy in a drunken rage lashed out at Harry, who quickly disarms (the bottle he attempted to use as a weapon), and subdues the young man (right into the ground, arm twisted around his back).
"And don't come back, you're fired!"
Releasing the guy with a broken arm, he gets up, walks back into the store and gives frustrated sigh.
"I apologize about it. Bloody idiot never comes into work... I'm mostly the only one here."
The small group just shrugs it off, some of them understanding Harry's dilemma, before the total was brought up, paid for, and the gang of teens leave the store.
With another sigh, he takes a seat in his personal small high couch custom-made single-person furniture from some small-time company in Berlin), lounges back, and begins to read some romance novel that was an overseas order from Tokyo. It was a novel called "The Eyes of a Teenager" (the title was in Japanese, but that was the name of it if translated into English).
"Harry?"
Harry looks up from the novel, and blinks twice.
"Hermione?"
"Oh my god, it is you! W-what are you doing here?" she asked.
She started to blush when she noticed just how radically different Harry was compared to the Harry Potter from Hogwarts. He wasn't even wearing any glasses, and she could see the radiant shine from those emerald eyes of his.
"So... I never would have pegged you for wanting to come to a shop like this," he teased with a faint of a cat-like smile crossing his lips. He then, with a playful touch, draws along her chin, causing her to back up into her friends.
"So... Hermione, you here alone?"
"No, she's with us," said Mimi, helping a thoroughly embarrassed Hermione off the ground, "I'm Mimi."
"Ah, hello Mimi," he greets with a warm smile, "I'm Harry Potter."
"So, you're the famous Harry Potter Hermione speaks of," said the second girl, "I'm Amy. And this is my girlfriend Jennifer."
"Lesbians? Hm... Nice," he says with a grin.
"So... you have an open mind," Amy says with a flirty tone, causing Jennifer to roll her eyes.
"I don't mind. Love is love no matter what. So tell me, what has Hermione told you about me?"
Mimi nodded. "Well, for one thing, you were supposed to be a cutie who wears glasses."
"Yeah, well... if she told you that we go to this private boarding school in Scotland, they have such a strict dress code... I'm not able to fully express myself. And my glasses are fake. I gone to an eye doctor two years ago and had my eyes fixed enough that I wouldn't require glasses. Still, I still wear them just because. So how's my favorite book worm able to come here? Persuaded her?"
"It was my idea, mainly," Amy spoke up, "she needs to loosen up during the summer."
Harry chuckled, before gazing at the still-blushing girl.
"How about I help you find you the right pairs of outfits, Hermione?"
He stepped around the counter, and took Hermione's hand and led her into the store. Her three friends were all grinning and looking at one another.
"He's more mysterious than what Hermione pegged him for," Mimi said.
"I can certainly see her having that guy as a boyfriend."
From what Hermione had mention of the guy, Harry, they all knew that if Hermione was to have the perfect boyfriend, someone who would understand her, and care for her, it would be the mysterious school boy who's even more mysterious out of school.
"Well, I guess we'll have to help Hermione with this situation," Jennifer spoke up. The other two agreed, as Harry helped pick out what he found was the right clothes for the girl.
"I think you'd look cute wearing jean skirts, Hermione," Harry said, finding the few that he knew would look good on her, and give a couple inches for her to grow into them. He also grabbed some light-colored belts mostly scarlet, cotton candy pink, and periwinkle.
"Harry," she murmured, blushing again.
"Now c'mon... I'm only doing this because I often wonder how the greatest girl I know would look when she goes all out... when she's not hidden by a giant book, that is."
He gave her a nudge.
"You prat," she jibs, but takes several graphic tees that Harry believed would look good for her.
"Now... I'm sure you're wondering... what am I doing here? Well, for one, I have a job here. Been working here since my 14th birthday."
"But don't you have to be eighteen to get a job?" Hermione questioned.
"Well... on my 14th birthday... before the Weasleys showed up to take me to their home."
He looked around. He saw Hermione's friends were at the music rack, and the other couple was glancing through fishnet items.
"When they showed up, I found papers tacked to my tiny bedroom door. They were emancipation papers. They emancipated me, disowned me, and fled the country. The Dursleys as far as I know are on the run from the British government, the American government, and Interpol for Vernon embezzling hundreds of thousands of pounds from that drilling company he worked at."
"Then you're living all by yourself?"
"Not really. This building may be two stories, but the third floor of this building is where I live, rented out by my boss who owns the store, Jennifer Sheppard. Officially, the Dursley home is empty, and condemned since the house inside violates several ethic house codes."
"So, a week ago when we left the train station?" she started to realize.
"When the Order couldn't find the Dursleys a week ago, they took me to the house, where they found the note I infringed Vernon's writing making them believe they had won a world-wide cruise trip and won't be back until next summer..."
"How come you didn't tell Dumbledore the truth?" Hermione asked, keeping her voice quiet so no other muggle or her friends overhear.
"He'll want to limit my freedom, thinking I can't defend myself. I'm a black belt in Tae-kwon-do, and I also know a bit of Taijitsu. Since I am emancipated, I was able to go to Gringotts yesterday, and able to get emancipated in the Wizarding World, as well. I'm basically an adult in both our worlds. And Griphook was really helpful in helping me with my emancipation. The only other person who knows I'm emancipated is Sirius since he approved of it."
He picked up a couple of panties and gave them to Hermione, whose cheeks turned scarlet, when she saw they were almost see-through. Harry however wasn't blushing whatsoever handing a girl's knickers, thongs, and undergarments in particular.
"You know what... the store closes at six, and right now it's five twenty-seven... I'm going to ring up everything and give you and your friends 20% discount."
"Wha?"
"Now, don't argue," he said, with another smile that made her heart beat with emotion.
"Alright, the store's closing soon, so find what you need and let me ring you up," Harry called out, still holding Hermione by the arm like a boyfriend would. The three girls smile seeing Hermione with Harry.
Once everything was ringed up, and paid for, Harry wrote down a number and handed the paper over to Hermione.
"Give me a call after six, okay? This is for the phone in my apartment."
"Okay," she said.
Now she was going to find out more about the boy she thought she really knew. She was pulled away by her giggling friends, who gave farewells and flirty waves.
"Hey Harry... is that the girl you liked?" asked the boy who came up with his girlfriend, dropping several fishnet items on the counter.
Beep.
"Yeah... I'm hoping she'll call me... I'm thinking of asking her out... but I... I don't know if she holds the same feelings for me. As far as she knew, at the private boarding school I attend, I'm somewhat of a glasses-wearing guy who enjoys academic sports and whatnot," he admitted.
"She never knew this was the real you?"
"Well, at the school the professors are strict about student appearances..." He frowned at that thought.
"That sucks, dude," the girl said.
He chuckles, telling them the total price.
"Well, listen dude, just tell hr truthfully. If you wait and wait, it'll be too late."
"Sure David," he said, bidding farewell to the couple as they leave the store.
Since there was no one else, he decided to close the store early, and return to his task of displaying the new merchandise and today's hot topic outfits and clothes. After he finished with his tasks, he pulled down the security shutters over the windows, locked the front doors, flipped the sign, and then went to count the money from today in the register and lock up in the safe. Finally, up the stairs he goes, before heading to the door he unlocked, and heads up the stairs and into his apartment. He heard the cry of his pet cat run to him, mewling for attention. On her gold perch was Hedwig, watching her master with her bright intelligent eyes, as he picks up his cat and scratches behind her ears and pets her in places that she enjoyed.
"Now, now, Kirara... don't be that way. You know I won't forget you," he coos to his cat.
Hedwig ruffles for a moment, and he chuckles as he heads over. Setting his cat on the couch, he opens the window, and Hedwig gives a barking hoot, and flies out to hunt.
"Mew," was Kirara's cry.
Just then, the phone decides to ring on the wall in the connected kitchen.
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I'll explain more on the Dursley situation in the next chapter.