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"Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold!" Arnold's alarm clock buzzed. Arnold yawned as he grabbed his little blue hat from the shelf and stopped his clock. He was very excited and today was going to be a great day. Arnold was going to show Harry around the neighborhood and to meet all of the Hillwood kids. He was sure that Harry would find the kids very friendly and fun. He couldn't wait; he ran downstairs and knocked on Harry's door.
"Hey, Harry!" Arnold said, quietly. "You up?"
Harry was indeed up, he always was up at early times, and he never was tired or slept till the afternoon. Harry was playing with Hedwig when Arnold knocked. Harry opened the door to an optimistic Arnold.
"Good morning, Arnold." Harry said, happy to see him. Arnold was a really nice kid, Harry enjoyed his company. "What brings you to my room?"
"Well, I was wondering if you would like to explore the neighborhood with me, and I could give you a tour."
"Well, I would love that." Harry said. "Let me get myself ready and I will meet you at the front door at around twenty minutes from now, does that sound well enough?"
"Of course, well I have to get ready too!" Arnold said. He spun around and almost collided with his Grandpa.
"Hey, Shortman," Grandpa said, as he ruffled Arnold's blonde hair. "What are you up to today?"
"Showing Harry around the city!" called Arnold, as he raced up the steps to get ready.
Grandpa laughed. "Well, you two whippersnappers have fun. Hey, Harry, have you seen, Pookie?"
Harry squinted at him, who was Pookie?
Grandpa laughed again. "I meant Grandma. That is her nickname."
"Oh, I haven't seen her sir-"
Before Harry could finish his sentence, Grandma entered Harry's room. Her theme today was a DJ. She had the golden, puffy jacket on with gold rings on her finger and the headphones on her head. She also had a red hat that was backwards and some cool, black shades.
"Let's get this party started." She said, as she pretended to spin a invisible record only she could see. "We're bringing down the house, Jazzy Jeff style."
She then walked towards Harry and said. "What's happenin', Sly Daddy?"
"Um-"
"Oooh! Pookie!" Grandpa barked. "How many times have I told you before? Stop it!"
"Let's party like it is 1996!" Grandma cried, as she danced.
Grandpa sighed. "I give up." Then, he left.
"Um, Grandma?" Harry said, as Grandma continued to bounce her head to the beat that she could only hear in her headphones.
"What's up, Sly Daddy?" Grandma asked, curiously.
"Um…if you don't mind me saying that if you could give me some to get dressed? Arnold is showing me around the neighborhood later."
Grandma got out of her DJ phase and said in a regular tone. "Arnold? Oh, have fun you two!" She then headed to exit the door. "I'll be covering for your friend there while you are gone." She added, now in her DJ phase. "Peace out, girl scout."
"Bye." Harry murmured. Wow, what a eccentric Grandma. Harry thought, as he closed the door. He then got dressed, he already taken a shower before Arnold ever came downstairs to knock on his door. After he was done, he headed out of his room and went downstairs to the front door. A dark-skinned kid with tall hair with a red jersey that said 33 on it was waiting at the door. Tall hair kid examined Harry and scratched his head in confusion. He never seen this kid before and he knew all of the kid in the neighborhood, who could this be?
"Hi, uh, I do not think we met." Tall hair kid said to Harry. "My name is Gerald, I'm Arnold's best friend, you must be the kid who moved here."
"Yes, I am." Harry put out his right hand. "Nice to meet you, my name is Harry Potter."
Gerald accepted the polite gesture and shook hands with Harry. "Great to see another brother out here on the streets. And man, what is taking Arnold so long?"
"Gerald, I heard that and I am coming!" Arnold called. He then appeared at the stairs, in the same attire of the previous day. Now it was Harry's turn to scratch his head, didn't he already wear that same outfit yesterday?
"I've seen you met Gerald," Arnold said to Harry. He then turned to Gerald. "Let's go."
Once they opened the door, Harry saw a bunch of people outside. Right in front of Arnold's place was an ice cream truck that said "Jolly Olly Ice Cream." on the side. A pinkish fat kid with a tooth sticking out of his mouth was at the truck, looking as if he was about to cry. Harry was confused, why was the ice cream man out already? It's the morning!
"PLEASE!" Harry heard the fat, pudgy kid said. "I'm really, really, really, hungry!" The kid reminded Harry of his own cousin, Dudley.
"No, tubby!" The ice cream man yelled. He looked as if he was about to murder the fat kid if he wouldn't get away from his truck. "Unless you have 50 cents, then yes. Now GET AWAY FROM MY TRUCK!"
The fat kid ran away, muttering to what Harry heard sounded like "Madam Fortress Mommy."
The fat kid then approached Arnold. "Arnold!" He then went down to his knees. "Please lend me 50 cents!"
Arnold sighed. "I do not have 50 cents, Harold. And isn't it too early for ice cream?"
"Yeah, man." Gerald chimed in. "Can't you wait later?"
"I can't wait." Harold cried. "I am so hungry!!!" Then, Harold's eyes averted to Harry.
"Hey," He eyes narrowed. "I never seen you before, say what's your name?"
"Harry."
"Do you have 50 cents?"
"No, I'm sorry."
Harold then started to cry. "I'm so HUNGRY!!!"
While Harry was crying, two kids walked down the street. One was tall with a green shirt and the other one was short with a pair of white beetle boots. They stopped at Arnold's stoop and saw Harold crying.
"Look, Sid." The tall one said. He had what seemed to be a southern accent to Harry. "Harold's crying like a baby!"
"Aw, Hawold!" Sid said in a baby voice mocking Harold. "Do you need you diawpers?"
The tall one and the one called Sid burst into laughter.
"Hey, Stinky." Sid said to the tall one. "Watch this." Then he called to Harold. "Hey, Harold! I have 50 cents! Come and get it!"
"Huh?" Harold instantly stopped crying. He narrowed his eyes at Sid and Stinky, who couldn't help but stifle some laughs. "Hey, 50 cents!"
"Come and catch us, Harold!" Stinky said, as he and Sid made a run for it.
"Hey!" Harold yelled, as he had gotten off the ground. "Come back! Come back or else I'll pound you!" He shook his fist at the two, who were running. Harold then jumped off of Arnold's stoop and chased them.
"Well, I guess you just met Stinky, Sid, and Harold." Gerald said.
"Do they always tease him?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, but he does the same to them." Arnold said.
"Oh."
After that random fiasco, the three of them walked down the street and Harry had met some people. He met Harvey, who was the local mailman. Mr. Green, who had meat shop his own. Peapod Kid, the boy who had a deep voice. And Stoop Kid, who was hanging around his stoop as usual. He met a bunch of others too. Harry was beginning to like the neighborhood; it was brilliant in its different ways. Once Harry seemed to meet everyone, a kid with red hair in a bicycle rode by.
"Hi Arnold, Gerald!" The kid said happily.
"Hey Eugene!" Arnold and Gerald said at the same time.
"Hey Eugene, meet Harry!" Arnold added.
Eugene glanced at Harry. "Hiya, Harry! Nice to meet-AHHH!" Before Eugene could get a chance to finish his sentence, he fell into a sewer hole.
Harry gasped. He ran to the hole. "Are you okay, Eugene?" He felt so bad, Eugene was distracted because of him, it was his entire fault. He turned to Arnold and Gerald.
"This is completely my fault!" Harry cried. "Poor Eugene!"
"Relax, brotha." Gerald said, calmly. "Eugene's always falling into holes, he's a jinx. Besides, he will be okay."
"I'm okay!" Eugene said, painfully. "Arnold?"
"Yes, Eugene?" Arnold said, who was also concerned about him like Harry was. Usually, Arnold was always concerned when Eugene got hurt.
"Call an ambulance."
"Sure thing, Eugene!" Arnold said, as he headed to the nearest telephone pole.
Harry was amazed; Eugene fell into that hole and lived? And apparently, this happened several times? No muggle could survive that. Instead of Harry thinking that Eugene was a jinx, he thought of him as a lucky person who could survive all of that.
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