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A/N - Wow! Finally remembered to post this.. hee hee hee... anyways, this is co-written by a
friend of mine who I like to refer to as Little Miss Co-Author... I KNOW she doesn't like that,
so that's why I do... E.A.B., Liz Shultz, Liz B, blah blah blah.. WHATEVER... this 'little' fic
will focus on Draco (the Bouncing Ferret!), so if you don't like Draco, then... keep reading, it
gets pretty interesting. This is, in fact, the only non-humor fic that I've co-written with Liz that
I've actually had the patience to finish. She also kept my mind on track, if I would have written
this by myself, it would have had dragons and gryphons (griffons, griffens) and all sorts of good
stuff.. and a basilisk is a type of dragon, not a snake... I do my research, I'm currently
obsessed with dragons and my demonic side has been showing all too much... I'm currently
wearing ALL black... (black shirt, pants, socks, shoes, necklace, earrings... I have a problem)
SO NYAHAHAHAHAHA!
A/D - I own Rhea (and any other new characters... I think Justin might own Justin, but I'm not
sure... Justin, do you own yourself or do I own you? Hee hee hee...), J.K.R. owns Draco
(*pouts*) and Harry and any other character that I don't own.. I've come to the conclusion that
I own Justin (sorry Justin, I have the right to say that.. actually.. yeah, but Liz does, too)
Rhea Karasa looked out the window and sighed. She looked out over the ocean; she could see
some land in the distance.
She was going to England again, but it was against her will. She would rather stay in America,
with her friends. Her father was making her come back to him.
"Ugh. Hogwarts, is it? Well, it shouldn't be all THAT bad," she said to herself.
"Yeah, at least you have someone to talk to, although you don't have much to say, do you?"
Justin asked her. He smoothed back his black hair, his hazel eyes looking at the seat in front of
him.
"Eh? Sorry, I forgot you were here!" Rhea said, embarrassed. She had been thinking about why
she was going to Hogwarts in the first place.
She sat back against the seat and closed her eyes. She was so tired; her back was aching from
sitting forward in the plane that long. Stupid Muggle inventions. Unfortunately, she couldn't
aparate under age, so she was stuck here with one of her friends. Bastet, her other friend, was
coming later in the year. Around December, probably.
She smiled, at least she had someone with her. He might not be reliable, but he was nice
enough. He would probably be stuck in Ravenclaw. She considered herself a Gryffindor, braver
than most of her friends, but not very dedicated to her school work.
"What are you thinking about?" he pried.
"Huh?" she snapped awake.
"Go back to sleep, never mind."
She went back to looking out her window. It was getting darker, but they would be in England
any minute now. They would be 5th years, but would be sorted with the little 1st years. A few
weeks of summer left. They didn't have much time to get supplies, but they would be staying at
the Leaky Cauldron, which led to Diagon Alley.
"Where is King's Cross?" she asked suddenly.
"What? Oh, King's Cross... it should be close to where we're staying."
"Ok, I guess we can ask when we get there," said Rhea, drifting off to sleep.
Justin shook Rhea awake around 1 in the morning. She woke up and looked out her window
instinctively. They had landed, and it was pouring down rain. She could've smacked herself; she
didn't have an umbrella, or a coat.
"Don't worry, I have an umbrella," he told her. Justin had a knack for reading what people were
thinking.
"Ok," she said, not quite listening to what he was saying. They got off the plane and trudged into
the airport to get their bags. A ministry member would be waiting for them there, to get them
where they needed to go.
They picked up their bags and looked around for whoever would be picking them up. Justin
spotted him.
"Over there, the one in the black robes," he pointed out.
Rhea looked him over, sensing something familiar about him. It hit her then. It had to be Lucius
Malfoy. She didn't really hate him, more just plain scared of him. It had to be those eyes, they
were steel gray, and that was enough to give anyone the creeps.
"We have to travel with HIM? Of all people..." she trailed off.
"What's wrong with him, he's just a creepy rich guy," he grinned at her.
"Don't look at me like that," she complained before slinking over to Mr. Malfoy, Justin following
close behind.
Mr. Malfoy didn't say anything; it didn't even look like he acknowledged their presence when
they went up to him. He just walked off and signaled for them to follow him.
"He shouldn't go so fast, we have to carry all of this junk," Justin complained.
Rhea smirked at him, she wasn't having any trouble at all, but Justin had been the one bragging
about how much stronger he was than her.
They got in the back seat of the Ministry car, and they drove off through the rain.
Rhea trudged tiredly up the stairs of the Leaky Cauldron, too tired to notice anything. Justin's
room was down the hall from hers, but she really could care less at the moment.
She entered her room and took her wand out of her bags. She magicked everything out of its
place and put it in her room. She moved a few things around to make it feel like home.
"Just missing one thing, now," she said, satisfied. She opened up a cage containing a large cream
& gray cat with sparkling blue eyes.
"C'mere, Apollo," said Rhea, who was lying on her bed. Apollo was a Siamese, purebred, and
very intelligent. He undid the lock on her owl's cage, letting him fly free, and then sprang onto
the bed.
Justin knocked on the door then, and let himself in.
"Wait for my answer before you open the door," she scolded him.
"Sorry, it's habit. I see you've turned your room into a miniature forest already," he said, not
surprised. She had vines creeping on the walls and pots of exotic flowers and trees placed
around. A collection of carved, wooden animals dotted the furniture, a very majestic wolf statue
stood on the floor near the bedstand, its green eyes seemingly looking at a flower with a blue
morpho butterfly on it.
"Yes, nice isn't it? I don't know how I'll survive at Hogwarts," she answered dryly.
"That's a real butterfly?"
"Of course it is, if it were a statue it wouldn't be moving, would it?"
"You never had them in your room at home"
"You didn't notice them, did you?"
"I guess not..."
"Well, I'm going to go to sleep, I'm exhausted."
"Yea, well, goodnight, then." He smiled and closed the door behind him.
"Brizo, do you wanna go out and fly, now?" she turned her attention to her eagle owl, who was
perched on a branch of a larger tree.
Brizo hooted in response and flew over to the window. She followed, attaching a note to Harry
Potter on his leg. Rhea opened the window, and Brizo flew away.
"Bring me back something, would you?" she called out, then turned to her wardrobe to change
into her nightclothes. "I might as well send him something, I have nothing better to do!" She
explained to Apollo, who had tried to rip the letter to shreds. It was true, too. Her mother had
known the Potter family when she was young, and she had seen pictures of Harry once or twice
in her life, but she didn't really remember him.
After that was taken care of, she fell onto her bed. Apollo was in a playful mood, and was
playing with her long, light brown hair.
"Stop that, you're going to end up tangling it up more than it needs to be!"
Rhea turned off the light and pulled up the covers, her cat sleeping beside her.
Meanwhile, Harry Potter was in his bed, doing his homework and waiting for Hedwig to come
back with a letter. Not only did she come back with a few letters, but a few owls and some
packages.
He looked at his clock. He had been 15 for 9 minutes. He yawned and looked at the owls
around him. He noticed a new one, a large eagle owl with a letter who was standing next to
Hedwig.
"And who is this?" he asked his owl, then walked over to it. Brizo screeched at him, and
jumped away.
"You have a letter for me, you should let me have it, you know." He studied the owl, watching
its green eyes dart about the room. Brizo considered the fact for a moment, and held out his leg,
not wanting to fail his owner.
Harry took the letter off its leg gently. Brizo hooted in response, and stayed for a reply. Harry
looked at the owl curiously and opened the letter up.
Dear Harry,
You don't know me yet, so my owl, Brizo, might be a bit difficult with you. He's not a
big fan of strangers. Anyways, I'm a transfer student from the U.S. I'm the same year as you,
and will be sorted with the 1st years when school starts, along with my friend, Justin. I just
wanted to say Happy Birthday. You might meet me when you get your school supplies; I'm
staying at the Leaky Cauldron. So, Happy Birthday! Oh, and Bwa ha ha ha! Just felt like acting
evil there for a moment, I'll probably be wearing all black and hanging around Diagon Alley
most of the time, so you'll be able to spot me easily.
- Rhea
- Black Velvet
"That's odd, no one has come from another school before," he said, puzzled. He decided to
write back to her, since her owl was waiting ever so patiently. "I wonder what she means by Black Velvet..."
Rhea,
Thank you for writing to me. No one ever does except for my close friends. I'll meet
you in Diagon Alley around 2:00 PM next Saturday, if that's OK with your schedule. Ron and
Hermione, my friends, will be with me. How about near Flourish and Blotts?
Looking forward to meeting you,
Harry Potter
He read the letter over and attached it to Brizo's leg, which was outstretched, waiting for the
letter. After it was attached, he abruptly took flight and flew out the window.
Brizo was quick on duty; he was a fast owl, probably with racing blood in him. So, naturally, he
arrived back within 10 minutes. Rhea was waiting for him, sitting in the dark. Her blue eyes
looked gray without light.
She turned her bedstand light on, and read the letter she got in response. She smiled, the time
was perfect, she would be there. Rhea had been raised mainly in the U.S., so she didn't have an
English accent. She did remember Diagon Alley, though.
"So," she thought, "the famous Harry Potter wants to meet me? Great, Justin can tag along with
me. I'm sure they won't mind."
Rhea smirked at the thought of what Justin would say when she told him that Harry Potter
wanted to meet her. She pulled up the covers and went to sleep.
***
A/N - So, how'd you like it so far? You'll find out more about Rhea's family (her good for
nothing father, her mother) in the parts to come later... I have them written, but not posted
because I want some feedback first and decided that was a good place to leave off... also, I
have this thing about now beta reading my own fics, so if anyone would like to be a beta
reader? R/R, tell me about any real noticeable grammer/spelling errors, and I know my
sentences are sometimes really short or really long, that how they're supposed to be... and I
was meant to be a humor writer, there is much comic relief in this fic...
A/D - I did this already... but I own Nightshade the Raven, he's sitting on my desk and looking
like a raven should... hee hee hee.. I think I'm insane! BTW... this is irrelevant, but I was
discussing opening sentences with my Power of the Pen team (a writing group, 6 people are
chosen to be in a writing team and go around and compete against different schools in district,
regional, and state competitions), and the prompt was "It was an addiction" and someone
started it out badly and I had a comment (the sentence was about drugs), and it was "Well, if
you could make it into something interesting, like maybe if the character did drugs and turned
into a giant alien monster thing, it would get good points!" and I had just told her that my parents
thought I needed a psychiatrist because we were talking about a different prompt, and she said
"I think your parents were right..." and she laughed, then later I said for a different prompt,
"But wouldn't it be cool if the main character could turn into an owl?" and everyone asked
where that came from and there was a picture of an owl on the wall and... ok, I'll just shut up
now because you really don't care, do you?
A/N - Wow! Finally remembered to post this.. hee hee hee... anyways, this is co-written by a
friend of mine who I like to refer to as Little Miss Co-Author... I KNOW she doesn't like that,
so that's why I do... E.A.B., Liz Shultz, Liz B, blah blah blah.. WHATEVER... this 'little' fic
will focus on Draco (the Bouncing Ferret!), so if you don't like Draco, then... keep reading, it
gets pretty interesting. This is, in fact, the only non-humor fic that I've co-written with Liz that
I've actually had the patience to finish. She also kept my mind on track, if I would have written
this by myself, it would have had dragons and gryphons (griffons, griffens) and all sorts of good
stuff.. and a basilisk is a type of dragon, not a snake... I do my research, I'm currently
obsessed with dragons and my demonic side has been showing all too much... I'm currently
wearing ALL black... (black shirt, pants, socks, shoes, necklace, earrings... I have a problem)
SO NYAHAHAHAHAHA!
A/D - I own Rhea (and any other new characters... I think Justin might own Justin, but I'm not
sure... Justin, do you own yourself or do I own you? Hee hee hee...), J.K.R. owns Draco
(*pouts*) and Harry and any other character that I don't own.. I've come to the conclusion that
I own Justin (sorry Justin, I have the right to say that.. actually.. yeah, but Liz does, too)
Rhea Karasa looked out the window and sighed. She looked out over the ocean; she could see
some land in the distance.
She was going to England again, but it was against her will. She would rather stay in America,
with her friends. Her father was making her come back to him.
"Ugh. Hogwarts, is it? Well, it shouldn't be all THAT bad," she said to herself.
"Yeah, at least you have someone to talk to, although you don't have much to say, do you?"
Justin asked her. He smoothed back his black hair, his hazel eyes looking at the seat in front of
him.
"Eh? Sorry, I forgot you were here!" Rhea said, embarrassed. She had been thinking about why
she was going to Hogwarts in the first place.
She sat back against the seat and closed her eyes. She was so tired; her back was aching from
sitting forward in the plane that long. Stupid Muggle inventions. Unfortunately, she couldn't
aparate under age, so she was stuck here with one of her friends. Bastet, her other friend, was
coming later in the year. Around December, probably.
She smiled, at least she had someone with her. He might not be reliable, but he was nice
enough. He would probably be stuck in Ravenclaw. She considered herself a Gryffindor, braver
than most of her friends, but not very dedicated to her school work.
"What are you thinking about?" he pried.
"Huh?" she snapped awake.
"Go back to sleep, never mind."
She went back to looking out her window. It was getting darker, but they would be in England
any minute now. They would be 5th years, but would be sorted with the little 1st years. A few
weeks of summer left. They didn't have much time to get supplies, but they would be staying at
the Leaky Cauldron, which led to Diagon Alley.
"Where is King's Cross?" she asked suddenly.
"What? Oh, King's Cross... it should be close to where we're staying."
"Ok, I guess we can ask when we get there," said Rhea, drifting off to sleep.
Justin shook Rhea awake around 1 in the morning. She woke up and looked out her window
instinctively. They had landed, and it was pouring down rain. She could've smacked herself; she
didn't have an umbrella, or a coat.
"Don't worry, I have an umbrella," he told her. Justin had a knack for reading what people were
thinking.
"Ok," she said, not quite listening to what he was saying. They got off the plane and trudged into
the airport to get their bags. A ministry member would be waiting for them there, to get them
where they needed to go.
They picked up their bags and looked around for whoever would be picking them up. Justin
spotted him.
"Over there, the one in the black robes," he pointed out.
Rhea looked him over, sensing something familiar about him. It hit her then. It had to be Lucius
Malfoy. She didn't really hate him, more just plain scared of him. It had to be those eyes, they
were steel gray, and that was enough to give anyone the creeps.
"We have to travel with HIM? Of all people..." she trailed off.
"What's wrong with him, he's just a creepy rich guy," he grinned at her.
"Don't look at me like that," she complained before slinking over to Mr. Malfoy, Justin following
close behind.
Mr. Malfoy didn't say anything; it didn't even look like he acknowledged their presence when
they went up to him. He just walked off and signaled for them to follow him.
"He shouldn't go so fast, we have to carry all of this junk," Justin complained.
Rhea smirked at him, she wasn't having any trouble at all, but Justin had been the one bragging
about how much stronger he was than her.
They got in the back seat of the Ministry car, and they drove off through the rain.
Rhea trudged tiredly up the stairs of the Leaky Cauldron, too tired to notice anything. Justin's
room was down the hall from hers, but she really could care less at the moment.
She entered her room and took her wand out of her bags. She magicked everything out of its
place and put it in her room. She moved a few things around to make it feel like home.
"Just missing one thing, now," she said, satisfied. She opened up a cage containing a large cream
& gray cat with sparkling blue eyes.
"C'mere, Apollo," said Rhea, who was lying on her bed. Apollo was a Siamese, purebred, and
very intelligent. He undid the lock on her owl's cage, letting him fly free, and then sprang onto
the bed.
Justin knocked on the door then, and let himself in.
"Wait for my answer before you open the door," she scolded him.
"Sorry, it's habit. I see you've turned your room into a miniature forest already," he said, not
surprised. She had vines creeping on the walls and pots of exotic flowers and trees placed
around. A collection of carved, wooden animals dotted the furniture, a very majestic wolf statue
stood on the floor near the bedstand, its green eyes seemingly looking at a flower with a blue
morpho butterfly on it.
"Yes, nice isn't it? I don't know how I'll survive at Hogwarts," she answered dryly.
"That's a real butterfly?"
"Of course it is, if it were a statue it wouldn't be moving, would it?"
"You never had them in your room at home"
"You didn't notice them, did you?"
"I guess not..."
"Well, I'm going to go to sleep, I'm exhausted."
"Yea, well, goodnight, then." He smiled and closed the door behind him.
"Brizo, do you wanna go out and fly, now?" she turned her attention to her eagle owl, who was
perched on a branch of a larger tree.
Brizo hooted in response and flew over to the window. She followed, attaching a note to Harry
Potter on his leg. Rhea opened the window, and Brizo flew away.
"Bring me back something, would you?" she called out, then turned to her wardrobe to change
into her nightclothes. "I might as well send him something, I have nothing better to do!" She
explained to Apollo, who had tried to rip the letter to shreds. It was true, too. Her mother had
known the Potter family when she was young, and she had seen pictures of Harry once or twice
in her life, but she didn't really remember him.
After that was taken care of, she fell onto her bed. Apollo was in a playful mood, and was
playing with her long, light brown hair.
"Stop that, you're going to end up tangling it up more than it needs to be!"
Rhea turned off the light and pulled up the covers, her cat sleeping beside her.
Meanwhile, Harry Potter was in his bed, doing his homework and waiting for Hedwig to come
back with a letter. Not only did she come back with a few letters, but a few owls and some
packages.
He looked at his clock. He had been 15 for 9 minutes. He yawned and looked at the owls
around him. He noticed a new one, a large eagle owl with a letter who was standing next to
Hedwig.
"And who is this?" he asked his owl, then walked over to it. Brizo screeched at him, and
jumped away.
"You have a letter for me, you should let me have it, you know." He studied the owl, watching
its green eyes dart about the room. Brizo considered the fact for a moment, and held out his leg,
not wanting to fail his owner.
Harry took the letter off its leg gently. Brizo hooted in response, and stayed for a reply. Harry
looked at the owl curiously and opened the letter up.
Dear Harry,
You don't know me yet, so my owl, Brizo, might be a bit difficult with you. He's not a
big fan of strangers. Anyways, I'm a transfer student from the U.S. I'm the same year as you,
and will be sorted with the 1st years when school starts, along with my friend, Justin. I just
wanted to say Happy Birthday. You might meet me when you get your school supplies; I'm
staying at the Leaky Cauldron. So, Happy Birthday! Oh, and Bwa ha ha ha! Just felt like acting
evil there for a moment, I'll probably be wearing all black and hanging around Diagon Alley
most of the time, so you'll be able to spot me easily.
- Rhea
- Black Velvet
"That's odd, no one has come from another school before," he said, puzzled. He decided to
write back to her, since her owl was waiting ever so patiently. "I wonder what she means by Black Velvet..."
Rhea,
Thank you for writing to me. No one ever does except for my close friends. I'll meet
you in Diagon Alley around 2:00 PM next Saturday, if that's OK with your schedule. Ron and
Hermione, my friends, will be with me. How about near Flourish and Blotts?
Looking forward to meeting you,
Harry Potter
He read the letter over and attached it to Brizo's leg, which was outstretched, waiting for the
letter. After it was attached, he abruptly took flight and flew out the window.
Brizo was quick on duty; he was a fast owl, probably with racing blood in him. So, naturally, he
arrived back within 10 minutes. Rhea was waiting for him, sitting in the dark. Her blue eyes
looked gray without light.
She turned her bedstand light on, and read the letter she got in response. She smiled, the time
was perfect, she would be there. Rhea had been raised mainly in the U.S., so she didn't have an
English accent. She did remember Diagon Alley, though.
"So," she thought, "the famous Harry Potter wants to meet me? Great, Justin can tag along with
me. I'm sure they won't mind."
Rhea smirked at the thought of what Justin would say when she told him that Harry Potter
wanted to meet her. She pulled up the covers and went to sleep.
***
A/N - So, how'd you like it so far? You'll find out more about Rhea's family (her good for
nothing father, her mother) in the parts to come later... I have them written, but not posted
because I want some feedback first and decided that was a good place to leave off... also, I
have this thing about now beta reading my own fics, so if anyone would like to be a beta
reader? R/R, tell me about any real noticeable grammer/spelling errors, and I know my
sentences are sometimes really short or really long, that how they're supposed to be... and I
was meant to be a humor writer, there is much comic relief in this fic...
A/D - I did this already... but I own Nightshade the Raven, he's sitting on my desk and looking
like a raven should... hee hee hee.. I think I'm insane! BTW... this is irrelevant, but I was
discussing opening sentences with my Power of the Pen team (a writing group, 6 people are
chosen to be in a writing team and go around and compete against different schools in district,
regional, and state competitions), and the prompt was "It was an addiction" and someone
started it out badly and I had a comment (the sentence was about drugs), and it was "Well, if
you could make it into something interesting, like maybe if the character did drugs and turned
into a giant alien monster thing, it would get good points!" and I had just told her that my parents
thought I needed a psychiatrist because we were talking about a different prompt, and she said
"I think your parents were right..." and she laughed, then later I said for a different prompt,
"But wouldn't it be cool if the main character could turn into an owl?" and everyone asked
where that came from and there was a picture of an owl on the wall and... ok, I'll just shut up
now because you really don't care, do you?