Disclaimer: No, I'm not making millions on an awesome series. Sadly. :( I own nothing.
Harry was at Grimmauld Place, with Hermione and Ron. It was a celebration, one for Harry because he got his job, finally. It was a surprise party, really.
"Bloody hell!" Ron swore, as he tripped over a loose floorboard and sent tons of glass plates flying.
"Ronald Weasley! Watch your language!" His mom yelled at him through the kitchen, where she was preparing food.
"Honestly Ron, you've got to stop tripping everywhere." Hermione helped him up, giggling as they went to go find Harry. He was playing with Teddy Lupin, his godson. Teddy screamed with delight. Looking up, Harry set Teddy down. The trio went into the room, to greet the many people that showed up. Harry groaned.
"Easy mate. You knew my mum was going to do this."
"But Ron- This is- This is almost the whole bloody wizarding community."
"Not quite Harry. Remember, a good part of them are having parties of their own." Not only did Harry get his job, but since Christmas was the next day, there were parties everywhere. Harry groaned inwardly.
"Come on Harry, it can't be that bad."
"Hermione, look at the room!" It was indeed filled with many people, possibly more than Bill and Fleur's wedding.
"Yes but Harry-"
"Hermione, there are people here thatI don't even know!" Harry put his hand to his head. It briefly landed on his scar, the one that hadn't bothered him in so long. A knock was heard at the door.
"Hermione, could you help out and answer the door please?" Mrs. Weasley popped up from out of nowhere, with a tray of blondies in her hand, and some butterbeer in the other.
"Sure thing Mrs. Weasley." Hermione weaved her way through the crowd, to the hallway.
"Now who could be knocking at this hour," she wondered aloud.
"I dunno, but its probably best if you open the door 'Mione." Ginny appeared at her side, holding two trays of cookies. "Want one?" She asked the older witch.
"I'm good, thanks." Hermione opened the door tentatively, the last wizard that was welcomed in almost blew her head off in excitement. But there was no 'bang' or 'hello' or any greeting. Instead, lying on the porch was a little girl. A girl about seven, was huddled on the steps, looking terribly thin. Hermione gently shook the girl awake.
"AHH!" Calla shot up as soon as she felt someone touch her.
"Oh my god." Ginny had dropped the cookies on the floor.
"What's your name?" Hermione had bent down to Calla's level, her brown eyes kind, band bright. The little girl just stood there, trying to get over her shock. She definitely wasn't expecting this familiar face.
"Hermione you're scaring her." Ginny leaned over and whispered into the other witch's ear. She straightened up, as Calla mentally shook herself awake.
"M-my n-name's C-C-Calla."
"Would you like a cookie?" Ginny offered her the one she had caught after she dropped the tray. Calla took it eagerly, and followed the older girls inside.
"'Mione, its freezing out there. Shut the door." Rolling her eyes Hermione shut it gently, as Ron came up behind her. Harry wasn't far behind, looking irritated, muttering something about hexing the next wizard who touched his scar.
"Who's that?" Calla hid behind Ginny, the closest person at the moment, from the two strangers.
"Ron. Honestly." Ginny rolled her eyes, noticing the little girl's fear. "Its okay. He's just a prat." Harry laughed as Ron was going to rebut the comment.
"Her name's Calla." Hermione answered Ron's question, giving him a reproachful look that shut him up. Calla looked around the room, seeing everything. She looked at the others, with wide eyes.
"Well who's is she?" Ron asked bluntly.
"What are we, the information desk at the mall?" Ginny retorted to him. He mumbled something about food as he picked up a cookie that dropped on the floor and bit it.
"Ron! That's completely unsanitary!"
"Hey! I was the one who cleaned the hall! Are you suggesting something?"
"Yes! I'm suggesting that Ron shouldn't take stuff off the floor and eat it!"
"Bloody hell 'Mione, it was just a cookie."
"You're completely missing the point Ron, like always." As Ginny jumped in before Hermione could retort. Ginny turned to Calla, smiling broadly.
"Would you like to see my mum?" Calla nodded nervously. Better meeting an adult than trying to figure out the familiar face. As far as Calla could tell, she hadn't noticed who she was. All she knew, was that her life had gotten a bit more complicated.
Chapter 2, of my first Harry Potter fanfic, YAY! The plot may start to/may seem to become a bit rough, because this was really just an idea I've been toying around with. Its hard to write new chapters, so possibly it may take me longer to update for this story. Thanks to Lisachan87 , Rhiannon da crazygirl , and jessirose85 for reviewing. Thanks, it meant a lot!
