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A.N. : Okay, guys, this is my first fanfic ever.and I know it might seem a little flawed or predictable in places [i.e. where Juliet goes to school] but I'm trying really hard to make it just like another Harry Potter book, so those flaws might be hints to the eventual outcome, you never know ;) Anyhow, I don't want any kind of special reviews or anything just cus this is my first, just tell me if I should quit before I make a total fool out of myself with my idealistic fantasy book that's not even really mine. I really do intend to finish this, and I'm hoping it will be great. Okay.here goes.
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Outside of the gleaming, cool bowels of number four, Privet Drive, a dark figure leaned against a large tree. There was life inside the house, both voices and light were emitted from the crystal clear front windows. Its owners sounded, however, not quite as cheerful and functional as their house suggested.
The dark figure outside said nothing. He merely waited.
He did not know how soon she would come. But when she did, they would sit and talk. He would stop feeling for just a second.
Harry Potter met Juliet one night right after he returned from Hogwarts for summer holidays. She always walked her dog, Zero, late at night. On the first fateful night, Zero sensed the presence of someone, and ran straight for him. Harry had been sitting under this very tree, trying to wipe his face of both all emotion and all of the tears on it. He had missed Sirius terribly that night.trying to forget everything that had happened- trying to forget that his life might end in murder, trying to forget that the fate of the world rested in his hands and his alone. However, he was brought back to Earth from these thoughts sharply when Zero attacked him, having broken free of Juliet's hold. He was knocked backwards by the force of this demonic dog, and through this he met her.
Juliet was tall with dark brown hair that looked red in the moonlight, which was the only time he had really seen her. She was beautiful, he supposed, but what he really liked best about her was that they could talk. He could forget everything that had transpired over the course of his fifth year at Hogwarts by merely talking to this Muggle. He found it interesting to finally have his first real Muggle friend, because in school, Dudley and his gang had prevented him from forming friendships. Juliet had been born in England, but went to boarding school in France. She had never attended an English school in her life. She loved her school, but because it was so far away, it was hard for her to come home often. She had no friends in Britain, and therefore she actually would rather stay in France. But, she said, a family crisis had brought her here for the summer, and she added, regretfully, that she would no longer attend the school in France that she adored so much. Harry told Juliet as much as he could about his school, and how much he wished he were there instead of here with his ignorant aunt and uncle. Most interestingly, Juliet's parents seemed to feel the same way as Harry did towards the Dursleys. They did not want their daughter associating with "those boorish Dursleys, or that boy who lives there", and Harry agreed with the former part of the statement. He wished it were not imperative that he stay and be good with the foulest Muggles on the planet. They kept him away from his only solace during the summer, because Juliet's parents' rule kept her from seeing him during the day, so they resorted to meeting every night around eleven outside number four while Juliet walked Zero.
The pair would talk for hours each night, sometimes about nothing and sometimes about everything. Harry hated that he had to lie to her to conceal his wizarding experiences, but he knew that it was important that he did so. If he didn't, and the Ministry got wind of it, they would have his head for sure. They already hated everything about him and had been trying to kick him out of school for a very long time. But now they have something a little more pressing to deal with, Harry always thought whenever he wanted to tell her the truth and put himself in danger of Ministry inquiry. But most importantly of their relationship, whether entirely honest or not, was that Juliet kept him from thinking of Sirius or of the Prophecy or of the murder in his future. However, sometimes her company was not the best to have sometimes, because sometimes she would sound just like Sirius- her thoughts, her opinions, even her laugh was barklike. During times like these, Harry tried hard to concentrate on their conversation or, when it was particularly piercing, he would concentrate on smaller, easier things, such as the way her perfect hands brushed her hair out of her eyes.
Harry didn't notice her walking up the street until he heard Zero vocalizing his joy at the thought of seeing Harry again. And just behind the dog stood The Girl. She smiled when she saw him and shoved her hair out of her eyes with one hand, then ran the remaining two front yards of sidewalks to reach that of number four.
Juliet pulled a flower from her hair that she had obviously picked from her front yard and held it up to her mouth. Using her very best sports announcer voice, she said, "Harry Potter, you have exactly-" she checked her watch quickly- "forty-seven minutes before you turn seventeen. Do you have any last words?"
Harry grinned. It was true. Just forty-seven minutes. He wished Sirius could see him, all grown up, how he wished Sirius were here.
"Harry?" Juliet was still half joking, but he could see she was concerned by the wrinkles on her forehead and between her eyebrows. "Are you okay? You seem kind of preoccupied tonight."
"No, no, I'm okay," Harry looked into Juliet's expectant eyes. He remembered all the times he lied to her to cover up his wizarding experience. Juliet cared about him, and if he told her the truth about what was going on, what he was, she would doubtlessly keep the secret. That is, if she believed the story. Which he was not sure would happen. So Harry decided to give her as much truth as he could without endangering himself or anyone else in the Order. "Well, I miss someone. I miss them a lot."
Juliet sat down next to him. "Who do you miss?"
Harry felt cornered and was tempted to give a complete and utter lie again. However, he looked at Juliet and knew that he had made a promise to himself, and to her, so he couldn't lie. "I.well, someone.someone I loved very much died about a month ago."
Juliet didn't say anything at all. Didn't offer condolences, didn't touch his arm, didn't move, didn't do anything that members of the wizarding world had done to him. Harry was decidedly glad she didn't. They sat still and quiet for what seemed like a long time. When Juliet spoke again, it was not about loss.
"Harry, you know that French school that I love?" asked Juliet rhetorically. "Well.I hate to tell you this, because it seems so dumb and predictable- but my school is Beauxbatons."
Harry took a second to compute this confession, whereas Zero, who had previously been happily sitting next to Harry, jumped onto Juliet's lap and put her paws on her master's shoulders, as if she understood the magnitude of the statement. Harry just couldn't speak.
"Harry, I'm really sorry that I didn't tell you before its just that when Zero found you and you told me your name I wanted to see what you are like beyond the whole 'boy who lived' thing and I wanted to know you impartial to all of the wizarding world and I know it must be hard to talk to anyone about Sirius-" Harry winced- "but Harry I always believed Dumbledore and the things he said I always knew he would come back and I always felt bad for you and I'm sorry I am doing this to you now but I can't take back the past so please please say something because I've now run out of things to say and have made a complete mess of our friendship and a fool of myself."
Harry gaped at Juliet, breathing fast from her quickly spoken monologue. She, who had been his only consolation all this summer, had lied. How was he to trust her now? How could he know she was really on the side of good? Harry put his head in his hands, realizing he had lied to her too.
"Oh, no, Harry, don't! Don't do that, listen, I know how you must be feeling about me, but I'm trustworthy, I swear. I'm living with Mrs. Figg, I never knew my father, and my mother was killed by Death Eaters. traveling to Beauxbatons to see me. Listen to me, we are in the same position. Orphans. On the side of good. Harry, I like you so much, please don't hate me." Her voice began to tremble.
Harry's mind reeled. Mother killed by Voldemort? Living with member of the Order? LIKED HIM??
He looked up at Juliet and said, "Its okay, don't -don't- cry. I believe you, and I'm glad you told me.I'm really glad we met, I'm glad you're a witch, and I'm really sorry about your mom. I hope this doesn't seem rude, but what happened?"
Just then, though, the alarm on Juliet's watch went off. She looked at it and grinned, then said, "Happy Birthday, Harry. Would you like your present?"
What he really wanted was to know about how her mother died, but instead he said "Sure," because he knew how well Death liked to be left alone.
Juliet smiled again and said, "All right, then, close your eyes."
And just like that, Harry's mind was driven from Voldemort, from Juliet's confession, from the Prophecy, from the goings on inside the Dursley household, and even momentarily from Sirius. He thought then that he had never received a better birthday present than the kiss that Juliet gave him.
A.N. : Okay, guys, this is my first fanfic ever.and I know it might seem a little flawed or predictable in places [i.e. where Juliet goes to school] but I'm trying really hard to make it just like another Harry Potter book, so those flaws might be hints to the eventual outcome, you never know ;) Anyhow, I don't want any kind of special reviews or anything just cus this is my first, just tell me if I should quit before I make a total fool out of myself with my idealistic fantasy book that's not even really mine. I really do intend to finish this, and I'm hoping it will be great. Okay.here goes.
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Outside of the gleaming, cool bowels of number four, Privet Drive, a dark figure leaned against a large tree. There was life inside the house, both voices and light were emitted from the crystal clear front windows. Its owners sounded, however, not quite as cheerful and functional as their house suggested.
The dark figure outside said nothing. He merely waited.
He did not know how soon she would come. But when she did, they would sit and talk. He would stop feeling for just a second.
Harry Potter met Juliet one night right after he returned from Hogwarts for summer holidays. She always walked her dog, Zero, late at night. On the first fateful night, Zero sensed the presence of someone, and ran straight for him. Harry had been sitting under this very tree, trying to wipe his face of both all emotion and all of the tears on it. He had missed Sirius terribly that night.trying to forget everything that had happened- trying to forget that his life might end in murder, trying to forget that the fate of the world rested in his hands and his alone. However, he was brought back to Earth from these thoughts sharply when Zero attacked him, having broken free of Juliet's hold. He was knocked backwards by the force of this demonic dog, and through this he met her.
Juliet was tall with dark brown hair that looked red in the moonlight, which was the only time he had really seen her. She was beautiful, he supposed, but what he really liked best about her was that they could talk. He could forget everything that had transpired over the course of his fifth year at Hogwarts by merely talking to this Muggle. He found it interesting to finally have his first real Muggle friend, because in school, Dudley and his gang had prevented him from forming friendships. Juliet had been born in England, but went to boarding school in France. She had never attended an English school in her life. She loved her school, but because it was so far away, it was hard for her to come home often. She had no friends in Britain, and therefore she actually would rather stay in France. But, she said, a family crisis had brought her here for the summer, and she added, regretfully, that she would no longer attend the school in France that she adored so much. Harry told Juliet as much as he could about his school, and how much he wished he were there instead of here with his ignorant aunt and uncle. Most interestingly, Juliet's parents seemed to feel the same way as Harry did towards the Dursleys. They did not want their daughter associating with "those boorish Dursleys, or that boy who lives there", and Harry agreed with the former part of the statement. He wished it were not imperative that he stay and be good with the foulest Muggles on the planet. They kept him away from his only solace during the summer, because Juliet's parents' rule kept her from seeing him during the day, so they resorted to meeting every night around eleven outside number four while Juliet walked Zero.
The pair would talk for hours each night, sometimes about nothing and sometimes about everything. Harry hated that he had to lie to her to conceal his wizarding experiences, but he knew that it was important that he did so. If he didn't, and the Ministry got wind of it, they would have his head for sure. They already hated everything about him and had been trying to kick him out of school for a very long time. But now they have something a little more pressing to deal with, Harry always thought whenever he wanted to tell her the truth and put himself in danger of Ministry inquiry. But most importantly of their relationship, whether entirely honest or not, was that Juliet kept him from thinking of Sirius or of the Prophecy or of the murder in his future. However, sometimes her company was not the best to have sometimes, because sometimes she would sound just like Sirius- her thoughts, her opinions, even her laugh was barklike. During times like these, Harry tried hard to concentrate on their conversation or, when it was particularly piercing, he would concentrate on smaller, easier things, such as the way her perfect hands brushed her hair out of her eyes.
Harry didn't notice her walking up the street until he heard Zero vocalizing his joy at the thought of seeing Harry again. And just behind the dog stood The Girl. She smiled when she saw him and shoved her hair out of her eyes with one hand, then ran the remaining two front yards of sidewalks to reach that of number four.
Juliet pulled a flower from her hair that she had obviously picked from her front yard and held it up to her mouth. Using her very best sports announcer voice, she said, "Harry Potter, you have exactly-" she checked her watch quickly- "forty-seven minutes before you turn seventeen. Do you have any last words?"
Harry grinned. It was true. Just forty-seven minutes. He wished Sirius could see him, all grown up, how he wished Sirius were here.
"Harry?" Juliet was still half joking, but he could see she was concerned by the wrinkles on her forehead and between her eyebrows. "Are you okay? You seem kind of preoccupied tonight."
"No, no, I'm okay," Harry looked into Juliet's expectant eyes. He remembered all the times he lied to her to cover up his wizarding experience. Juliet cared about him, and if he told her the truth about what was going on, what he was, she would doubtlessly keep the secret. That is, if she believed the story. Which he was not sure would happen. So Harry decided to give her as much truth as he could without endangering himself or anyone else in the Order. "Well, I miss someone. I miss them a lot."
Juliet sat down next to him. "Who do you miss?"
Harry felt cornered and was tempted to give a complete and utter lie again. However, he looked at Juliet and knew that he had made a promise to himself, and to her, so he couldn't lie. "I.well, someone.someone I loved very much died about a month ago."
Juliet didn't say anything at all. Didn't offer condolences, didn't touch his arm, didn't move, didn't do anything that members of the wizarding world had done to him. Harry was decidedly glad she didn't. They sat still and quiet for what seemed like a long time. When Juliet spoke again, it was not about loss.
"Harry, you know that French school that I love?" asked Juliet rhetorically. "Well.I hate to tell you this, because it seems so dumb and predictable- but my school is Beauxbatons."
Harry took a second to compute this confession, whereas Zero, who had previously been happily sitting next to Harry, jumped onto Juliet's lap and put her paws on her master's shoulders, as if she understood the magnitude of the statement. Harry just couldn't speak.
"Harry, I'm really sorry that I didn't tell you before its just that when Zero found you and you told me your name I wanted to see what you are like beyond the whole 'boy who lived' thing and I wanted to know you impartial to all of the wizarding world and I know it must be hard to talk to anyone about Sirius-" Harry winced- "but Harry I always believed Dumbledore and the things he said I always knew he would come back and I always felt bad for you and I'm sorry I am doing this to you now but I can't take back the past so please please say something because I've now run out of things to say and have made a complete mess of our friendship and a fool of myself."
Harry gaped at Juliet, breathing fast from her quickly spoken monologue. She, who had been his only consolation all this summer, had lied. How was he to trust her now? How could he know she was really on the side of good? Harry put his head in his hands, realizing he had lied to her too.
"Oh, no, Harry, don't! Don't do that, listen, I know how you must be feeling about me, but I'm trustworthy, I swear. I'm living with Mrs. Figg, I never knew my father, and my mother was killed by Death Eaters. traveling to Beauxbatons to see me. Listen to me, we are in the same position. Orphans. On the side of good. Harry, I like you so much, please don't hate me." Her voice began to tremble.
Harry's mind reeled. Mother killed by Voldemort? Living with member of the Order? LIKED HIM??
He looked up at Juliet and said, "Its okay, don't -don't- cry. I believe you, and I'm glad you told me.I'm really glad we met, I'm glad you're a witch, and I'm really sorry about your mom. I hope this doesn't seem rude, but what happened?"
Just then, though, the alarm on Juliet's watch went off. She looked at it and grinned, then said, "Happy Birthday, Harry. Would you like your present?"
What he really wanted was to know about how her mother died, but instead he said "Sure," because he knew how well Death liked to be left alone.
Juliet smiled again and said, "All right, then, close your eyes."
And just like that, Harry's mind was driven from Voldemort, from Juliet's confession, from the Prophecy, from the goings on inside the Dursley household, and even momentarily from Sirius. He thought then that he had never received a better birthday present than the kiss that Juliet gave him.