Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Harry Potter. Lynell and her mother
are my own creation.
Description: Lynell is an American who's moving to England for her 6th year
of schooling; Harry is a boy trying to deal with his life after his
godfather's death. What will happen? My first fic, be kind.
Chapter 1-The Meeting
The airplane was flying over the Atlantic Ocean on its way to London, England. Lynell and her mother were flying there because of a job transfer her mom had received. Lynell wasn't really surprised about the move. They always seemed to move once a year during the summer, since otherwise she was off at school. Lynell didn't go to a normal school, though.
Lynell was in fact a witch. She would go off to the closest school of witchcraft and wizardry every autumn and come home every summer to find out that her and her mother were moving to a new state, and for the first time, a new country. Lynell never really made any close friends. She had about 100 different phone numbers and addresses in her address book from all of her past friends from school, but she never stayed in contact with them. By the time she got time even to think about her old friends, she was already going off to her new school, where she would be making new friends.
"Hello, this is your captain speaking. We will be in London in about 15 minutes. Thank you."
Lynell looked over at her mother. Her mother was a slender woman with long brown, curly hair that went down to her mid-back and was complemented with chocolate brown eyes. She was about 5' 5'' and in her mid 30's, but looked young for her age. Lynell had her mom's hair color, but bright, blue eyes in place of the brown ones. She looked a lot like her mother, but had something of a wild spirit in her, though she was very smart and diligent in her studies.
Finally the plane landed and Lynell and her mother left to find they're luggage that they brought with them. Everything else had been shipped over a month ago, while Lynell was still in school. They found a cab and got dropped off at 3 Privet Drive. Lynell got out of the cab and looked up at the house front. Not like she should get use to it, she would be calling a new house home in a year, so she shouldn't get attached.
Harry Potter was sitting on his bed with his schoolbooks, parchment, and quills out doing some of his summer vacation homework. By doing work, it allowed him less time to think about his life, and what had happened down in the Department of Mysteries. Harry hadn't gotten much sleep in the last week since he came back to 4 Privet Drive. Every night he would have the same dream, he would relive the night at the Department of Mysteries, and every morning he would wake up, drenched in sweat and starting to cry. But, right now he wasn't thinking about that, instead he was writing a paper for Transfiguration on Animagus. He could do his work during the day since the Dursley's had gone off to Uncle Vernon's company picnic. Harry didn't mind them being gone. In fact, he enjoyed it very much.
Suddenly, he heard a taxi pull up next door along with a big truck. He went downstairs to see who his new neighbors were, even though he really didn't care, but at least it was an excuse to take a break from the homework that he had been doing for 4 hours now. He first saw a middle aged woman who looked very nice for her age. Then came out a mini version of the woman who was clearly her daughter. She looked around 15-16 years old in a light blue tank top and worn out blue jeans. Harry thought she looked nice but figured he would never talk to her, since the Dursley's kept him busy all the time. Then, just for Harry's luck, he saw the Dursley's car pulling down Privet Drive. He ran up the stairs, packed all of his school supplies up, and stuffed them into the loose floorboard.
"Petunia why did you have to invite them over for dinner tonight," Harry heard Uncle Vernon say.
"Because it's the right thing to do. We want to give them a good impression and welcome to the neighborhood since they don't know much about the area, let alone the country. Didn't you hear her say that they were from the United States?"
"Yes as a matter of fact I did and I don't mind them coming over for dinner but we just got home and its already 4. Dinner is at 7 and I still have plenty of work to do. Boy come down here."
Harry ran down the stairs and came into the family room where Uncle Vernon was sitting. "Now listen boy. Your Aunt Petunia has invited our new neighbors to dinner tonight and since they probably will see you around the area during the summer you'll have to eat with us so they don't get suspicious, but you are to say nothing about magic or anything about your world. Understood?"
"Yes Uncle Vernon."
"Now go and help your Aunt in the kitchen."
Harry found Aunt Petunia already fixing up a roast while finding a recipe for a cake.
"Fix the buns and try not to burn them," said Aunt Petunia
"Yes Aunt Petunia."
Harry helped with fixing the rest of the dinner, since that's how the Dursley's figured he earned his way living at their house. He then had to clean up the kitchen and find some clothes that looked respectable and that could actually some what fit him, which was a challenge since all he owned that were muggle clothes were Dudley's old clothes, that were 3-4 times to big.
Finally it was 7 and the doorbell rang just on time. Harry was walking by the door, so he answered it. He saw the same woman that he had seen earlier that day, but with her hair up in a French twist. She was wearing a red tank top with a black cardigan and black pants.
"Hello. I'm Ms. Star and this is my daughter, Lynell, may we come in. I believe Mrs. Dursley invited us for dinner," the woman said to Harry while smiling and holding out her hand. Harry shook her hand and smiled back. "Hi I'm Harry Potter. Sure you can come in."
Lynell didn't want to be going to dinner at her new neighbor's house. They looked like the worst type of muggles. Her mom had told her that she shouldn't do anything that will add suspicion since they wanted the neighborhood not to know that she was a witch. Lynell already planned on that. Since she had to go to the dinner, though, she figured she should find her nice clothes she had packed in her suitcase since it would take her a while to find the rest of her stuff in the house.
FLASHBACK
Lynell stared up at the house and took a deep breath. "Well this is it," she said to herself. She walked up to the house and opened the door. In the foyer were towers of boxes. She turned to the left and saw the family room, already full of more boxes and some furniture. She followed the hallway on the right to the study, coat closet under the stairs, and a bathroom. She went back and found the family room was connected to the dining room and kitchen. Each room she looked in had boxes and furniture. Lynell went back to the front of the house and up the stairs. There were two bedrooms; one being the master bedroom with a bathroom attached, to the left and to the right was a bathroom and a bedroom. She went to the right and threw her suitcase on the bed that was already in the room. It had a window that looked to the house next to them, and it had a window that looked to the front of the house. That's when she saw her mom talking to the lady that had just gotten out of the car that pulled into the house next door.
END OF FLASHBACK
That's how she ended up being here. She found a short black skirt and wore that with her baby blue tank top that she was wearing earlier. Her hair was flowing down her back with a few ringlets. Her mom ringed the doorbell and a boy of about 16 answered it. He had jet-black hair that went off at random angles, which made him look cute, and he had piercing green eyes, surrounded by black-framed glasses. Her mom introduced them and he let them in. That's when he said his name, Harry Potter. Lynell suddenly thought, could my new neighbor be the Harry Potter, the boy who lived?
Chapter 1-The Meeting
The airplane was flying over the Atlantic Ocean on its way to London, England. Lynell and her mother were flying there because of a job transfer her mom had received. Lynell wasn't really surprised about the move. They always seemed to move once a year during the summer, since otherwise she was off at school. Lynell didn't go to a normal school, though.
Lynell was in fact a witch. She would go off to the closest school of witchcraft and wizardry every autumn and come home every summer to find out that her and her mother were moving to a new state, and for the first time, a new country. Lynell never really made any close friends. She had about 100 different phone numbers and addresses in her address book from all of her past friends from school, but she never stayed in contact with them. By the time she got time even to think about her old friends, she was already going off to her new school, where she would be making new friends.
"Hello, this is your captain speaking. We will be in London in about 15 minutes. Thank you."
Lynell looked over at her mother. Her mother was a slender woman with long brown, curly hair that went down to her mid-back and was complemented with chocolate brown eyes. She was about 5' 5'' and in her mid 30's, but looked young for her age. Lynell had her mom's hair color, but bright, blue eyes in place of the brown ones. She looked a lot like her mother, but had something of a wild spirit in her, though she was very smart and diligent in her studies.
Finally the plane landed and Lynell and her mother left to find they're luggage that they brought with them. Everything else had been shipped over a month ago, while Lynell was still in school. They found a cab and got dropped off at 3 Privet Drive. Lynell got out of the cab and looked up at the house front. Not like she should get use to it, she would be calling a new house home in a year, so she shouldn't get attached.
Harry Potter was sitting on his bed with his schoolbooks, parchment, and quills out doing some of his summer vacation homework. By doing work, it allowed him less time to think about his life, and what had happened down in the Department of Mysteries. Harry hadn't gotten much sleep in the last week since he came back to 4 Privet Drive. Every night he would have the same dream, he would relive the night at the Department of Mysteries, and every morning he would wake up, drenched in sweat and starting to cry. But, right now he wasn't thinking about that, instead he was writing a paper for Transfiguration on Animagus. He could do his work during the day since the Dursley's had gone off to Uncle Vernon's company picnic. Harry didn't mind them being gone. In fact, he enjoyed it very much.
Suddenly, he heard a taxi pull up next door along with a big truck. He went downstairs to see who his new neighbors were, even though he really didn't care, but at least it was an excuse to take a break from the homework that he had been doing for 4 hours now. He first saw a middle aged woman who looked very nice for her age. Then came out a mini version of the woman who was clearly her daughter. She looked around 15-16 years old in a light blue tank top and worn out blue jeans. Harry thought she looked nice but figured he would never talk to her, since the Dursley's kept him busy all the time. Then, just for Harry's luck, he saw the Dursley's car pulling down Privet Drive. He ran up the stairs, packed all of his school supplies up, and stuffed them into the loose floorboard.
"Petunia why did you have to invite them over for dinner tonight," Harry heard Uncle Vernon say.
"Because it's the right thing to do. We want to give them a good impression and welcome to the neighborhood since they don't know much about the area, let alone the country. Didn't you hear her say that they were from the United States?"
"Yes as a matter of fact I did and I don't mind them coming over for dinner but we just got home and its already 4. Dinner is at 7 and I still have plenty of work to do. Boy come down here."
Harry ran down the stairs and came into the family room where Uncle Vernon was sitting. "Now listen boy. Your Aunt Petunia has invited our new neighbors to dinner tonight and since they probably will see you around the area during the summer you'll have to eat with us so they don't get suspicious, but you are to say nothing about magic or anything about your world. Understood?"
"Yes Uncle Vernon."
"Now go and help your Aunt in the kitchen."
Harry found Aunt Petunia already fixing up a roast while finding a recipe for a cake.
"Fix the buns and try not to burn them," said Aunt Petunia
"Yes Aunt Petunia."
Harry helped with fixing the rest of the dinner, since that's how the Dursley's figured he earned his way living at their house. He then had to clean up the kitchen and find some clothes that looked respectable and that could actually some what fit him, which was a challenge since all he owned that were muggle clothes were Dudley's old clothes, that were 3-4 times to big.
Finally it was 7 and the doorbell rang just on time. Harry was walking by the door, so he answered it. He saw the same woman that he had seen earlier that day, but with her hair up in a French twist. She was wearing a red tank top with a black cardigan and black pants.
"Hello. I'm Ms. Star and this is my daughter, Lynell, may we come in. I believe Mrs. Dursley invited us for dinner," the woman said to Harry while smiling and holding out her hand. Harry shook her hand and smiled back. "Hi I'm Harry Potter. Sure you can come in."
Lynell didn't want to be going to dinner at her new neighbor's house. They looked like the worst type of muggles. Her mom had told her that she shouldn't do anything that will add suspicion since they wanted the neighborhood not to know that she was a witch. Lynell already planned on that. Since she had to go to the dinner, though, she figured she should find her nice clothes she had packed in her suitcase since it would take her a while to find the rest of her stuff in the house.
FLASHBACK
Lynell stared up at the house and took a deep breath. "Well this is it," she said to herself. She walked up to the house and opened the door. In the foyer were towers of boxes. She turned to the left and saw the family room, already full of more boxes and some furniture. She followed the hallway on the right to the study, coat closet under the stairs, and a bathroom. She went back and found the family room was connected to the dining room and kitchen. Each room she looked in had boxes and furniture. Lynell went back to the front of the house and up the stairs. There were two bedrooms; one being the master bedroom with a bathroom attached, to the left and to the right was a bathroom and a bedroom. She went to the right and threw her suitcase on the bed that was already in the room. It had a window that looked to the house next to them, and it had a window that looked to the front of the house. That's when she saw her mom talking to the lady that had just gotten out of the car that pulled into the house next door.
END OF FLASHBACK
That's how she ended up being here. She found a short black skirt and wore that with her baby blue tank top that she was wearing earlier. Her hair was flowing down her back with a few ringlets. Her mom ringed the doorbell and a boy of about 16 answered it. He had jet-black hair that went off at random angles, which made him look cute, and he had piercing green eyes, surrounded by black-framed glasses. Her mom introduced them and he let them in. That's when he said his name, Harry Potter. Lynell suddenly thought, could my new neighbor be the Harry Potter, the boy who lived?