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Sorry if this chapter is slow, it's more to introduce some of the new characters. You'll hear about the Diamond in the next chapter.
All original characters © their respectful owners. (I'll name them off as they appear)
Kimmi Ripley © Molly Mouse
Harry Potter, and all Harry Potter characters © J. K. Rowling
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Harry Potter and the Diamond of Isis.
Chapter 2. The Girl Next Door.
Harry Potter awoke to the sound of drawers slamming and footsteps running about the halls. He groaned and turned onto his side, reaching for his glasses. 'Now what . . .?'
He sat up and turned to look at his clock. 9:15 a.m. With a bit of a grunt, he rolled himself out of bed and stretched. What could they possibly be doing, running around like this so early? He looked around his room and sighed again. His eyes were soon fixed upon a small pyramid shaped object sitting on one of his stands. His mind went back to his dream. That made the fifth night in a row that he had a dream about the temple. The last four were only bits and pieces of the one he just had though.
Just then Dudley's voice boomed from outside his room. He was shouting something to Aunt Petunia, who answered him with the same booming voice. Something or rather about the location of his good shirt. Harry grimaced a bit and sauntered to his door. He opened it to find Dudley hurrying back down the stairs with his good red shirt.
"Hurry up darling, the Callingwoods are already over there. We want to make a good impression on our new neighbors." Aunt Petunia said as she straightened her hair.
New neighbors . . . ? Harry turned and headed back inside his room. He peeked outside his window and found a moving van sitting in front of the house across from them. Some of the furniture was being carried in, and some was sitting outside on the lawn. Everything looked rather expensive. So that's it. They're going to go over and try to be friends with the new rich neighbors. Harry thought. And they'll have me stay in my . . .
Suddenly Harry's bedroom door slammed shut and the lock clicked. "Mum says to stay inside your room until we come back. We don't want any funny business." Dudley's muffled voice called from behind his door. There was a clatter of footsteps, and finally the downstairs door slamming shut. Harry sighed and plopped back down on his bed. Oh, he couldn't wait to go back to Hoggwarts. He was so tired of this place.
Faint chattering soon echoed outside his window, and he slowly peeked out. The Collingwoods, a genuinely friendly family that lived a few houses away from the Dursleys, came walking out of the new neighbors house. A woman and girl came walking out behind them, still talking with them. They waved as the Collingwoods left, and as the Dursleys came strutting up the walk. As they began to talk, carry took a closer look at the new neighbors.
The woman had dark red hair that was pulled into a large bun at the base of her neck. Her bangs were small red strands that were crinkled and wild looking. Her chocolate brown eyes darted all around, catching anything that moved. Her hands were also very active as she talked. Nervous habit probably. Her dark purple dress draped stiffly around her slender figure, then flared out around her ankles and wrists.
The girl with her appeared to be about Harry's age. She had long blonde hair that flowed out from under a magenta colored cap. She wore a matching jacket with a large flower sewn onto the front of it. Her arms were crossed and her black and white sneakers dug into the ground. She didn't seem to be paying any attention at all to the conversation. Her brown eyes searched the yards and windows of every other house. She occasionally glanced at Dudley, studied him for a moment, then went back on to the houses.
"Oh, but where are our manners? I'm Petunia Dursley . . ." his aunt began. "This is my husband Vernon, and this is our darling son Dudley."
"I'm Hildagard Ripley, and this is my daughter, Kimi." the woman replied with a smile.
Kimi continued to look around. "This . . . is Privet Drive . . . correct." she asked with a bit of a yawn.
"Yes it is." Aunt Petunia replied with a large smile. "One of the best places to live in all of . . ."
"Then, by any chance, is there a young boy here by the name of Harry Potter?" Kimi asked.
The Dursleys large smiles quickly sank into deep frowns. Kimi caught Aunt Petunia quickly glance back at the house. Her bored expression quickly turned into a wild smile. "Does he live with you?"
Uncle Vernon began to stutter back a reply when there was a loud crash. Kimi swung around and glared at the movers. "Be careful with those, will you!" she snapped as they picked up the small gold cauldron they had dropped. "Those are expensive." she said in a bit of a calmer voice as she turned back to the Dursleys. "My magic tricks won't be near as effective if my stuff is broken."
The Dursley's expressions grew. "Magic . . .?" one of them whispered.
Kimi's smile grew. "Oh, yes. I absolutely love magic!" She bent down and picked up a long stick. "When I'm older, I'll have the best tricks anyone has ever seen." she said as she began to wave the stick around.
The Dursleys took a step back and stared at the stick. "When you're older?" Uncle Vernon asked.
"I'll be allowed to then." Kimi simply replied. She smirked and quickly twirled. "Abra Kadabra!" she shouted as she jabbed the stick towards the Dursleys.
They jumped back and began to walk back to the house. "Well, it was very nice to meet you. Unfortunately we have to go now. Breakfast is on the oven. Can't let it burn." Aunt Petunia called back to them.
Kimi closed her eyes, grinned, and placed her hands behind her back. "It's been a pleasure meeting you Mr. and Mrs. Durpless!" she called back.
Harry watched his aunt and uncle disappear into their house, then glanced back at the Ripleys. Kimi was starring straight at Harry, a strange smirk was pasted on her face. Her mother shook her head and motioned her back into the house. Kimi nodded back and tossed the stick away. She glanced back up at Harry and waved before disappearing inside the house.
This . . . was going to be interesting . . .
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The Dursleys had a rather unfavorable mood the rest of the day. They stayed inside and scowled at Harry and the Ripley's house. They complained, ranted, and raved about Kimi. They were quite suspicious that she was a witch. To be honest, Harry wasn't so sure she wasn't either. Who else would be interested to know where Harry lived, or that he existed for that matter. He sat in bed that night and thought about the new neighbor girl, and how he was going to sneak out to get to Hoggwarts. His aunt and uncle were going to be keeping an extra close watch on him now.
Just then a small squeak rang out from his window. He turned to find a small mouse sitting outside staring in at him. It stared at him for a moment, then began to tap on the window with it's tail. After a moment, the mouse got tired of tapping and took a step back. It then took a deep breath, and began to blow an icy breath that covered the entire bottom half of his window. As quickly as it came, the frost disappeared, leaving icy letters sticking to the window for a brief moment.
"Let me in Harry Potter . . ."
Harry didn't know what to make of it and hesitated before standing up. The mouse blinked at him for a moment, then released it's ice breath again.
"Don't worry . . . I'm Kimi Ripley."
Harry glanced back at his door, then turned back to his window. Everyone should be in bed by now. He grabbed his, just in case. As he opened the window, the mouse hopped from the window, to the desk, to the bed, and onto the floor. She glanced around the room, and rubbed her paws behind her ears. Within seconds she was standing 5' 4" and adjusting her magenta cap, sliding a few strands of golden hair from her face.
Harry stared at her for a moment. "I thought you couldn't use magic yet."
She smiled as she adjusted the long sleeves of her jacket. "The rules don't apply if you don't get caught." She then began to walk around the room and started to nib a bit.
"So, what do you want?" Harry asked.
"To meet you." she replied as she picked up one of his books. "I've heard a lot about you, and was rather excited when I found out that I was going to go to school with you. Imagine my surprise when I then found out I was going to be living by you as well." She put the book down and began to pick at other things. "I was hoping to get a chance to talk to you earlier, but your relatives seem to be very . . . shy."
"Afraid." Harry corrected as he sat down on his bed. "They hate magic."
Kimi smiled and picked up a picture. "I got the impression they did." She stared at the picture in her hands for a moment. "Are these your parents?" she asked.
Harry looked at the picture for a moment. "Yeah."
Kimi got very quiet for a moment and continued to stare at the picture. "They look nice." she said quietly. "I never really got to be with my real parents either."
Harry frowned and stared at her for a moment. Suddenly she shook her head and smiled. "I'd better be getting back. It's late, mom will seek the cat after me if she finds me out of bed." she said with a bit of a laugh. She set the picture down and headed for the window. She opened it a crack and suddenly turned back to Harry. "Oh, before I forget . . . take this." she said as she sat a small ring down on his desk. "Get your stuff together, and when your ready to leave tomorrow, just put on the ring. It'll take you straight to Diagon Alley, short of like a Portkey." she said with a smile. "See you on the train tomorrow."
With a wink, she scurried out the window in a small gray blur. Harry closed the window and sat back down on his bed, staring at the ring. This was definitely going to be an interesting year.
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It may take a while to get the other chapters up, I get pretty busy sometimes. (Oh, and to those who've read my Spidey Daredevil story, sorry bout the wait, ran into a problem, update asap.) Please review, even if you only say 'ok', still something. The more reviews, the more motivated I'll be.
