A.N. This is my First Fic here so, with all due respect, go easy on me.
Thanx go out to my friend Lucy who lead me here,
on with the show, Story even
Intervening
The wind swept down the lonely streets and alleys of London. To most this only meant a storm, or rain. To others, however, this signaled the arrival of an entity of great power.
These people were the abnormal, or in other opinions, the more normal. They were normal to the other witches and wizards of England. They were abnormal to the muggles, non-magic folk. This arrival however was not welcomed by all. It was mainly feared, but once they had the signs, the thing they feared didn't come.
All they saw was a small bird flying with the wind, or, closer to Diagon Alley, a figure wrapped in white robes, struggling into the door way of The Leaky Cauldron. A young woman of sixteen stepped into the warmth of The Leaky Cauldron, and lowered her hood. She pulled the clasp free and swung the cloak away from her shoulders, and shook her head, sending a ripple down her dark brown hair. Her hair hung to her waist and she had bangs, which fell in light waves.
Her skin was tanned and she wore conventional clothing, tight trousers and a v-necked shirt. She slung her cloak over her arm and strode to the bar.
"I'm looking for the landlord?" Her voice was melodic and lilting, many of the men had stopped to stare at her.
"I'm the Landlord, who's asking?" said a gruff voice. A short man stood up, looking over the bar.
"Hi, I'm Artemis Konderas; I need a room until September the first."
The bar man gaped wordlessly at her, before blurting out, "That'll be…um…twenty Galleons please? Do you have any luggage?"
"No, I can do without, I am a witch, after all," she stated, like it was obvious. She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head slightly, and almost started to tap her foot, before the barman got the gist and hurried out to show Artemis to her room.
"Room 18, on the left. Have a nice stay." As the Landlord sidled off Artemis watched his retreating back before entering her room.
It was an average room, but not worth twenty galleons for three days. She sighed and sat on the bed. She needed someone to talk to, so she raised what would have been her wand hand and traced a circle in the air.
A circle of water appeared before her and the liquid multiplied until it was a flat sheet of shimmering water hanging in the air.
A face appeared in it and called out in Greek to Artemis.
"Artemis, its Hera, how are you?" asked the face.
"Hera, I'm in England, and the weather, typically, is awful. How's life in Greece?" asked Artemis, also in Greek
"Greece is warm, but up here is nice and cool. Guess what, Narcissus has not looked at his reflection for an hour because Athena stole his mirror, but Zeus got her in the ass with a thunderbolt so she gave it back." Hera sounded like an over-excited school girl, and then she began to giggle.
A crash resonated into the room, echoing from outside in the corridor.
"Hera, I have to go, but I'll speak to you tomorrow, okay?" Hera nodded and Artemis dug her finger into the centre of the screen, it 'melted' away.
She hurried to the door and pulled it open, only to have three people collapse into her room.
"Hey!" she cried, and then realized she was speaking Greek, and tried again. "Excuse me! What the hell are you doing standing out side of my door?"
The three people stood up and brushed themselves off. There were two boys, one with jet-black hair, and another with flaming red hair. The girl had large amounts of bushy brown hair and nutmeg eyes. The girl stepped forwards, and Artemis stepped back.
"I'm sorry, we thought you were being a bit loud, and then we realized you were speaking a foreign language and then…" The red headed boy trailed off, after receiving an icy glare from the girl.
"Hi, I'm Hermione Granger, this is Ron Weasley and Harry Potter," said the girl. She smiled at Artemis.
"I'm Artemis Konderas, Greek. I was talking to a friend. Do you go to Hogwarts?" she asked, in a rush.
"Yes, we're going into the sixth year, are you joining?" asked the black haired boy, Harry she thought.
"Yes, I'm coming into the sixth year. I need some supplies; I don't suppose you could help me out?"
"We're going into Diagon Alley tomorrow, we'll take you, okay?" said Hermione. They all smiled.
"Thanks, now, Get OUT of my room!" she screeched.
