Quick note for readers! I am not Joan no matter what you may think!
Although part of my name is "Joan", I am not the girl in this story
[although I would love to be]. Enjoy!
Chapter 2- The Revelation
Harry sat up in his bed, confused. He looked at his clock, which read seven in the morning. He looked up at the ceiling and began to think. What could that dream mean? he thought to himself. He quickly stood up and went to his window. It was a sunny morning and it was going to be a clear day. He began to think of whom he could ask to decipher the dream. He was very curious as to what it meant. He finally decided to write to Sirius and ask him what the dream meant. Just as he was going to write the letter, an owl can in and dropped a letter on his desk. Harry grabbed the letter, opened it, and read it.
Dear Harry- Happy Birthday. I hope you are safe and well. Things are very dangerous so I asked Professor Dumbledore to ask him if he would let you use magic if you needed it. Hopefully he will comply. Anyway please be safe, and don't do anything stupid looking running away from you aunt and uncle's house like you did two years ago. I am returning to Hogwarts so, I will see you when I get there. Happy Birthday and be safe. -Sirius.
Harry felt a bit relived because Sirius would be safe at Hogwarts and he could ask advice from him when he needed to. Dear Sirius- don't worry, I'm safe. Things have been pretty quiet around here. But I did have a weird dream last night. I saw this girl I know, she's my new neighbor, and she was crying. Then my parents appeared and put their hands on her shoulders. My mum turned and looked right at me, said to help her. What does it mean? It was so weird. Please try and figure it out. See ya at school- Harry. Looking at what he wrote, Harry felt stupid. But he sent the letter anyway. And he started to write to Hermione, Ron, and Hagrid, thanking them for their letters and birthday wishes.
He wrote to Ron and told him that he would get a ride to Diagon Alley from a new friend and that he would see them on the train to Hogwarts if he wanted, though they could meet there if he wanted. As Harry sealed and sent the letters off. He felt worried as he watched the owls flew off. What if the letters were intercepted and his friends got in trouble, but he decided that he would hope everything went all right. He decided to clean his room and unlock his door because the Durselys would be up soon.
Later that morning, as Harry was in the kitchen eating breakfast, his aunt spoke to him. " You will stay with Mrs. Figg, today. We need to go shopping for Dudley's school things. So hurry up and finish your food so we can leave" she snapped. Harry finished his food and ran upstairs. He was going to need his wand and he opened his window and left Hedwig's cage open incase she returned while he was away. He carefully put his wand in his pocket and went back down stairs. Aunt Petunia was ready and walked him over to Mrs. Figg's house. But much to Harry's surprise, Mrs. Figg wasn't home.
" Now what am I going to do with you. You're not coming with us and you are not staying in the house," said Petunia, walking back to her house. Suddenly, an idea struck her. Harry, looking at the look on his aunt's face, didn't feel all that relieved. Petunia started walking fast. She walked straight past the house and went to the next house, the Redwood's house. Petunia rung the doorbell and waited until Mrs. Redwood answered it while Harry stood behind his aunt.
" Good morning Mrs.Dursley. What brings you, here?" asked Mrs. Redwood. " Well, you see, Mrs. Redwood, Veron, Dudley and myself must go up to London and have a meeting for Dudley's school. I know Harry will be bored, but we simply must go. So I was wondering if Harry, could stay with you for the day" said Petunia.
" Oh sure. Around what time will you be coming home?" asked Mrs. Redwood. " About, ten o'clock. Is that an inconvenience?" asked Petunia. " No, that is fine. So I will see you when you return, then" said Mrs. Redwood. Petunia turned to Harry.
" Now boy, you listen. If anything, abnormal happens, you will never go back to your school and that godfather of yours will have nothing to say about it" said Petunia, harshly, as Harry went inside. He closed the door behind him and he walked through the hall where Mrs. Redwood had gone through to the kitchen. Joan was sitting at the counter eating a bowl of cereal in her bathrobe and her hair up in a clip.
" Good morning, Joan" said Harry. Joan looked up from her bowl with a smile on her face. " Hi, Harry. Not to sound rude, but what are you doing in my house at this early hour?" said Joan.
" That didn't sound rude. But to answer your question, my aunt, uncle and my cousin went to London and I am going to stay here today" said Harry, sitting next to her. " No, you're not," said Joan, suddenly. " What do you mean?" asked Harry. " You are not staying," said Joan.
" Why?" asked Harry. " Because I am going out today," said Joan. " So, what does that have to do with me?" continued Harry. " And you are coming with me" said Joan, smiling at him. She started giggling when she saw the look on Harry's face.
" So what are we going to do?" asked Harry. Joan stood up and poured Harry some orange juice. " Well, I wanted to see if there were any good movies out, and we could just walk around," said Joan, as she handed the cup of orange juice. " Thanks. I don't know any good movies or any movies that are out, though" said Harry, drinking the juice. " It's alright, we could get walk around" said Joan, standing up and putting her bowl in the sink.
" I can agree with that," said Harry, putting his cup in the sink, also. " You could come up to my room, if you want" said Joan. " Sure" said Harry. Harry followed Joan up to her room. When he walked in, he liked what he saw. Butterflies hung ion every corner, and above her desk was a huge bulletin board with a calendar and a bunch of decorations and charms. Over the bulletin board, there were hand drawn pictures in a style that Harry had never seen before.
" Joan, did you draw these yourself?" asked Harry pointing to the hand drawn pictures. Joan had stayed behind him and watched him. " No. My friends drew them for me. Those three right there"-she said pointing the pictures with the same boy in it-" were birthday cards that my friends gave me." said Joan.
" It's a very nice room. One question though, what does that mean?" asked Harry, pointing to the fancying writing on the wall that he didn't understand. " Oh that. You see that is a runic language. It is used in the Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien. I love the books," said Joan.
" What does it mean?" asked Harry. " It means 'One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.' Pretty cool, huh?" said Joan. " Sounds interesting. But to tell the truth I never read the book" said Harry.
" I can tell. The Lord of the Rings is very famous though; I should think that you would have read it. I mean it is a good way to learn about good and evil. I'll lend it to you if you want" said Joan. " Sure" said Harry. " Well, excuse me, I need to change. You can stay in here. I'll change in the bathroom," said Joan grabbing some clothes from her closet and drawers. She came back in a few minutes, dressed in a skirt and a matching tank top.
" So did you decide what books you wanted to borrow?" asked Joan as she sat down at her desk where she began to brush her hair and put it into a braid. " No. Where are they?" asked Harry. " Over there" said Joan pointing to the large bookcase practically filled with books. The sight made Harry wondered at how many books Hermione had in her room. Harry walked over and looked at the titles. He didn't recognize any of them.
" What you don't know which one to chose?" asked Joan walking over. " No. Can you, er, point out a few good ones?" asked Harry. " Sure. What kind of books do you like to read? Better question, what do you like to read in books?" asked Joan running her fingers down the spine of the books looking at each cover. Harry didn't know what to say. He had only read his schoolbooks, never anything for fun. The Dursleys had never let him read books and at school he only read books that dealt with magic and his world. Joan looked at him thoughtfully. " Have you ever read for fun?" asked Joan still looking thoughtful.
" Yeah I have but it was a book about a sport that I like. But everything that I have read is a school book" said Harry. " Sure I understand that. Give me minute," said Joan. She went to grab a little stepping stool and she stood on it so she could reach the book. She came back down, smiling. " Here, this is a really good book" said Joan handing Harry a paperback book that looked like it was read many times before. The title read Star Wars Jedi Apprentice
" What's it about?" asked Harry. Joan looked at him bewildered. " You have never heard of 'Star Wars'? You must have, I mean that the last two had really good British actors" said Joan. " No. Believe it or not, but I have never heard of this book" said Harry.
" When now you'll learn. Harry, my friend this is going to be an educational day. Come on, you have lots to learn, and little time to learn it. Leave the book we will be back," said Joan walking out her bedroom door grabbing her sunglasses. Harry followed her with a weird grin on his face.
When they got to the shopping center, Joan looked at Harry.
" Where is the nearest book store?" asked Joan. " I don't know. It has been a while since I came here," said Harry. Joan sighed. She walked into the mall and looked at the map that they have showing where the different stores are. She apparently found what she was looking for, because she started walking off in that direction. They stopped in front of a store named Barnes Noble.
" Perfect" said Joan as she walked in. Harry followed her as she walked up and down the aisles looking for something. She found what she was looking for; the box set for the Lord of the Rings series including the Hobbit. She grabbed one set and she started walking to the cashier set picking up a bookmark.
" Harry stand over there and don't look" Joan instructed Harry. Harry was still mystified when they walked out. They found a little bench and they sat down. Joan was doing something to the books and bookmark. She finally turned around and she had a smile on her face. " Happy Birthday Harry" she said handing the books and bookmark to him.
" Thanks" he replied. He picked up the bookmark and he looked at it. It was a little sword and had a metal start at the other end. It was held to together with red string. " Do you like it, Harry?" asked Joan trying to hide the eagerness. But Harry could lie.
" I love it," said Harry. And he really did. Now he had something to read that wasn't school related. They stood up and went to the food court where they bought some food and took it to a park to eat. Luckily for them, the park was near by. They sat down are a picnic table and started to eat.
" So last night, I told you about my life. Tell me of your life in California," said Harry. " Well, it barely rained, it was almost always sunny, and it was hot. But I loved it. The city I grew up in, part in Los Angeles. It is right in the center of things. So everything is close by.
It is a beautiful city, dangerous, but beautiful" said Joan smiling at the pleasant memories. She talked about her old life and her classes. When they had finished eating, they threw their trash away, and started walking around the park. Joan began to tell him of the movies and the music she had listened to. To Harry, t seemed to him that the Muggle world wasn't that bad if you had friends like Joan.
Around three o'clock, Harry and Joan decided to walk back to Joan's house. On they way there, Harry told Joan about Ron and Hermione. Joan seemed interested and she said that she hoped to meet them one day. Although Harry said that he hoped so, but he had his doubts. He knew that if Ron meets Joan, that it would be really hard to kept what he is a secret. At Joan's house, they watched the Star Wars movies and the Lord of the Rings cartoon. After they had dinner, Mrs. Redwood took them to go get ice cream and told Joan and Harry to walk back to the house.
One their way back, Harry couldn't shake the feeling that they were being followed. When they were two blocks from the house, someone jumped out of the shadows and pushed Joan to the ground. The man pulled out a wand and aimed it at Joan.
Joan stood up and kicked the man hard enough that it sent him backwards. He stood up quickly and performed the full-body bind on Joan. Harry recognizing him as a Death Eater, he pulled his wand out and called the wand to him and he cursed him with the Leg locker curse. Harry called his broom to him and his invisibility clock to him. He covered himself and Joan and he got on the broom and held Joan close to him.
He flew to Joan's house and went around back to her bedroom window. He opened the window and he flew and he gently put Joan on the bed. He summoned his spell book to him and he looked for the countercurse for the full body bind. When he found it he turned to Joan with his wand raised. Joan looked at him with look of fear and awe. He undid the curse and put the book and his wand down. Joan slowly sat down on her bed.
" What are you?" asked Joan in a hushed whisper. " I am -well- a wizard," said Harry. " You aren't kidding are you, Harry?" asked Joan seriously. " No, I'm sorry I never told you. Actually I meant to tell you but not like this. I am sorry that you got caught in the crossfire," said Harry sitting down on the bed. Joan, he was amazed, was smiling at him and she didn't look afraid, she looked interested.
" So, the Dursleys, they are wizards, too?" asked Joan. " No, they are Muggles, non-magic people. You see my aunt is my mother's sister and my mother was a muggle-born witch while my father was a pure blood. It's a long story," said Harry. " And I have all the time in the world" said Joan, warmly. He told her everything; about Hogwarts, Voldemort, Diagon Alley, his world. Joan understood and she smiled at him.
" What are you smiling about? You could be in danger if you are seen with me. Voldemort has spies and-" Harry was interrupted because Joan kissed him. Joan pulled back and looked him in the eyes.
" Harry, I don't care if my being with you is dangerous. I will be there for you, mortal danger or no danger at all," said Joan. She reached out and held his hand. They talked until the Dursleys came to get Harry.
When Harry got into his own room and laid in his bed, he laid down his head on the pillow, he began to think about what had happened that night. She knows what I am and she still likes me, he thought. Harry bolted up in his bed. He had left his broom, invisibility cloak, his schoolbook, and the wands in Joan's room. He decided to summon them but he couldn't without his wand.
So he decided to write a note and send it with Hedwig. He saw Hedwig go into Joan's room. Hedwig soon returned with the two wands and a note. Harry- you have really got to be more careful with your things- Joan.
He smiled. She has a point, he thought. He summoned his belongings quickly. He put everything away. But he couldn't go to sleep.
He decided to write to Dumbledore about his situation. He quickly went over to his desk, turned on his lamp and wrote a hastily letter to Dumbledore hoping that the reply will hold some good advice.
Note: Did you like it? If you loved it or hated it, please submit you reviews. One question, who should Hermione like, Draco or Vicktor? I won't ask about Harry or Ron because I have something special planned for them. Thanks for reading- Joan-Lita
Chapter 2- The Revelation
Harry sat up in his bed, confused. He looked at his clock, which read seven in the morning. He looked up at the ceiling and began to think. What could that dream mean? he thought to himself. He quickly stood up and went to his window. It was a sunny morning and it was going to be a clear day. He began to think of whom he could ask to decipher the dream. He was very curious as to what it meant. He finally decided to write to Sirius and ask him what the dream meant. Just as he was going to write the letter, an owl can in and dropped a letter on his desk. Harry grabbed the letter, opened it, and read it.
Dear Harry- Happy Birthday. I hope you are safe and well. Things are very dangerous so I asked Professor Dumbledore to ask him if he would let you use magic if you needed it. Hopefully he will comply. Anyway please be safe, and don't do anything stupid looking running away from you aunt and uncle's house like you did two years ago. I am returning to Hogwarts so, I will see you when I get there. Happy Birthday and be safe. -Sirius.
Harry felt a bit relived because Sirius would be safe at Hogwarts and he could ask advice from him when he needed to. Dear Sirius- don't worry, I'm safe. Things have been pretty quiet around here. But I did have a weird dream last night. I saw this girl I know, she's my new neighbor, and she was crying. Then my parents appeared and put their hands on her shoulders. My mum turned and looked right at me, said to help her. What does it mean? It was so weird. Please try and figure it out. See ya at school- Harry. Looking at what he wrote, Harry felt stupid. But he sent the letter anyway. And he started to write to Hermione, Ron, and Hagrid, thanking them for their letters and birthday wishes.
He wrote to Ron and told him that he would get a ride to Diagon Alley from a new friend and that he would see them on the train to Hogwarts if he wanted, though they could meet there if he wanted. As Harry sealed and sent the letters off. He felt worried as he watched the owls flew off. What if the letters were intercepted and his friends got in trouble, but he decided that he would hope everything went all right. He decided to clean his room and unlock his door because the Durselys would be up soon.
Later that morning, as Harry was in the kitchen eating breakfast, his aunt spoke to him. " You will stay with Mrs. Figg, today. We need to go shopping for Dudley's school things. So hurry up and finish your food so we can leave" she snapped. Harry finished his food and ran upstairs. He was going to need his wand and he opened his window and left Hedwig's cage open incase she returned while he was away. He carefully put his wand in his pocket and went back down stairs. Aunt Petunia was ready and walked him over to Mrs. Figg's house. But much to Harry's surprise, Mrs. Figg wasn't home.
" Now what am I going to do with you. You're not coming with us and you are not staying in the house," said Petunia, walking back to her house. Suddenly, an idea struck her. Harry, looking at the look on his aunt's face, didn't feel all that relieved. Petunia started walking fast. She walked straight past the house and went to the next house, the Redwood's house. Petunia rung the doorbell and waited until Mrs. Redwood answered it while Harry stood behind his aunt.
" Good morning Mrs.Dursley. What brings you, here?" asked Mrs. Redwood. " Well, you see, Mrs. Redwood, Veron, Dudley and myself must go up to London and have a meeting for Dudley's school. I know Harry will be bored, but we simply must go. So I was wondering if Harry, could stay with you for the day" said Petunia.
" Oh sure. Around what time will you be coming home?" asked Mrs. Redwood. " About, ten o'clock. Is that an inconvenience?" asked Petunia. " No, that is fine. So I will see you when you return, then" said Mrs. Redwood. Petunia turned to Harry.
" Now boy, you listen. If anything, abnormal happens, you will never go back to your school and that godfather of yours will have nothing to say about it" said Petunia, harshly, as Harry went inside. He closed the door behind him and he walked through the hall where Mrs. Redwood had gone through to the kitchen. Joan was sitting at the counter eating a bowl of cereal in her bathrobe and her hair up in a clip.
" Good morning, Joan" said Harry. Joan looked up from her bowl with a smile on her face. " Hi, Harry. Not to sound rude, but what are you doing in my house at this early hour?" said Joan.
" That didn't sound rude. But to answer your question, my aunt, uncle and my cousin went to London and I am going to stay here today" said Harry, sitting next to her. " No, you're not," said Joan, suddenly. " What do you mean?" asked Harry. " You are not staying," said Joan.
" Why?" asked Harry. " Because I am going out today," said Joan. " So, what does that have to do with me?" continued Harry. " And you are coming with me" said Joan, smiling at him. She started giggling when she saw the look on Harry's face.
" So what are we going to do?" asked Harry. Joan stood up and poured Harry some orange juice. " Well, I wanted to see if there were any good movies out, and we could just walk around," said Joan, as she handed the cup of orange juice. " Thanks. I don't know any good movies or any movies that are out, though" said Harry, drinking the juice. " It's alright, we could get walk around" said Joan, standing up and putting her bowl in the sink.
" I can agree with that," said Harry, putting his cup in the sink, also. " You could come up to my room, if you want" said Joan. " Sure" said Harry. Harry followed Joan up to her room. When he walked in, he liked what he saw. Butterflies hung ion every corner, and above her desk was a huge bulletin board with a calendar and a bunch of decorations and charms. Over the bulletin board, there were hand drawn pictures in a style that Harry had never seen before.
" Joan, did you draw these yourself?" asked Harry pointing to the hand drawn pictures. Joan had stayed behind him and watched him. " No. My friends drew them for me. Those three right there"-she said pointing the pictures with the same boy in it-" were birthday cards that my friends gave me." said Joan.
" It's a very nice room. One question though, what does that mean?" asked Harry, pointing to the fancying writing on the wall that he didn't understand. " Oh that. You see that is a runic language. It is used in the Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien. I love the books," said Joan.
" What does it mean?" asked Harry. " It means 'One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.' Pretty cool, huh?" said Joan. " Sounds interesting. But to tell the truth I never read the book" said Harry.
" I can tell. The Lord of the Rings is very famous though; I should think that you would have read it. I mean it is a good way to learn about good and evil. I'll lend it to you if you want" said Joan. " Sure" said Harry. " Well, excuse me, I need to change. You can stay in here. I'll change in the bathroom," said Joan grabbing some clothes from her closet and drawers. She came back in a few minutes, dressed in a skirt and a matching tank top.
" So did you decide what books you wanted to borrow?" asked Joan as she sat down at her desk where she began to brush her hair and put it into a braid. " No. Where are they?" asked Harry. " Over there" said Joan pointing to the large bookcase practically filled with books. The sight made Harry wondered at how many books Hermione had in her room. Harry walked over and looked at the titles. He didn't recognize any of them.
" What you don't know which one to chose?" asked Joan walking over. " No. Can you, er, point out a few good ones?" asked Harry. " Sure. What kind of books do you like to read? Better question, what do you like to read in books?" asked Joan running her fingers down the spine of the books looking at each cover. Harry didn't know what to say. He had only read his schoolbooks, never anything for fun. The Dursleys had never let him read books and at school he only read books that dealt with magic and his world. Joan looked at him thoughtfully. " Have you ever read for fun?" asked Joan still looking thoughtful.
" Yeah I have but it was a book about a sport that I like. But everything that I have read is a school book" said Harry. " Sure I understand that. Give me minute," said Joan. She went to grab a little stepping stool and she stood on it so she could reach the book. She came back down, smiling. " Here, this is a really good book" said Joan handing Harry a paperback book that looked like it was read many times before. The title read Star Wars Jedi Apprentice
" What's it about?" asked Harry. Joan looked at him bewildered. " You have never heard of 'Star Wars'? You must have, I mean that the last two had really good British actors" said Joan. " No. Believe it or not, but I have never heard of this book" said Harry.
" When now you'll learn. Harry, my friend this is going to be an educational day. Come on, you have lots to learn, and little time to learn it. Leave the book we will be back," said Joan walking out her bedroom door grabbing her sunglasses. Harry followed her with a weird grin on his face.
When they got to the shopping center, Joan looked at Harry.
" Where is the nearest book store?" asked Joan. " I don't know. It has been a while since I came here," said Harry. Joan sighed. She walked into the mall and looked at the map that they have showing where the different stores are. She apparently found what she was looking for, because she started walking off in that direction. They stopped in front of a store named Barnes Noble.
" Perfect" said Joan as she walked in. Harry followed her as she walked up and down the aisles looking for something. She found what she was looking for; the box set for the Lord of the Rings series including the Hobbit. She grabbed one set and she started walking to the cashier set picking up a bookmark.
" Harry stand over there and don't look" Joan instructed Harry. Harry was still mystified when they walked out. They found a little bench and they sat down. Joan was doing something to the books and bookmark. She finally turned around and she had a smile on her face. " Happy Birthday Harry" she said handing the books and bookmark to him.
" Thanks" he replied. He picked up the bookmark and he looked at it. It was a little sword and had a metal start at the other end. It was held to together with red string. " Do you like it, Harry?" asked Joan trying to hide the eagerness. But Harry could lie.
" I love it," said Harry. And he really did. Now he had something to read that wasn't school related. They stood up and went to the food court where they bought some food and took it to a park to eat. Luckily for them, the park was near by. They sat down are a picnic table and started to eat.
" So last night, I told you about my life. Tell me of your life in California," said Harry. " Well, it barely rained, it was almost always sunny, and it was hot. But I loved it. The city I grew up in, part in Los Angeles. It is right in the center of things. So everything is close by.
It is a beautiful city, dangerous, but beautiful" said Joan smiling at the pleasant memories. She talked about her old life and her classes. When they had finished eating, they threw their trash away, and started walking around the park. Joan began to tell him of the movies and the music she had listened to. To Harry, t seemed to him that the Muggle world wasn't that bad if you had friends like Joan.
Around three o'clock, Harry and Joan decided to walk back to Joan's house. On they way there, Harry told Joan about Ron and Hermione. Joan seemed interested and she said that she hoped to meet them one day. Although Harry said that he hoped so, but he had his doubts. He knew that if Ron meets Joan, that it would be really hard to kept what he is a secret. At Joan's house, they watched the Star Wars movies and the Lord of the Rings cartoon. After they had dinner, Mrs. Redwood took them to go get ice cream and told Joan and Harry to walk back to the house.
One their way back, Harry couldn't shake the feeling that they were being followed. When they were two blocks from the house, someone jumped out of the shadows and pushed Joan to the ground. The man pulled out a wand and aimed it at Joan.
Joan stood up and kicked the man hard enough that it sent him backwards. He stood up quickly and performed the full-body bind on Joan. Harry recognizing him as a Death Eater, he pulled his wand out and called the wand to him and he cursed him with the Leg locker curse. Harry called his broom to him and his invisibility clock to him. He covered himself and Joan and he got on the broom and held Joan close to him.
He flew to Joan's house and went around back to her bedroom window. He opened the window and he flew and he gently put Joan on the bed. He summoned his spell book to him and he looked for the countercurse for the full body bind. When he found it he turned to Joan with his wand raised. Joan looked at him with look of fear and awe. He undid the curse and put the book and his wand down. Joan slowly sat down on her bed.
" What are you?" asked Joan in a hushed whisper. " I am -well- a wizard," said Harry. " You aren't kidding are you, Harry?" asked Joan seriously. " No, I'm sorry I never told you. Actually I meant to tell you but not like this. I am sorry that you got caught in the crossfire," said Harry sitting down on the bed. Joan, he was amazed, was smiling at him and she didn't look afraid, she looked interested.
" So, the Dursleys, they are wizards, too?" asked Joan. " No, they are Muggles, non-magic people. You see my aunt is my mother's sister and my mother was a muggle-born witch while my father was a pure blood. It's a long story," said Harry. " And I have all the time in the world" said Joan, warmly. He told her everything; about Hogwarts, Voldemort, Diagon Alley, his world. Joan understood and she smiled at him.
" What are you smiling about? You could be in danger if you are seen with me. Voldemort has spies and-" Harry was interrupted because Joan kissed him. Joan pulled back and looked him in the eyes.
" Harry, I don't care if my being with you is dangerous. I will be there for you, mortal danger or no danger at all," said Joan. She reached out and held his hand. They talked until the Dursleys came to get Harry.
When Harry got into his own room and laid in his bed, he laid down his head on the pillow, he began to think about what had happened that night. She knows what I am and she still likes me, he thought. Harry bolted up in his bed. He had left his broom, invisibility cloak, his schoolbook, and the wands in Joan's room. He decided to summon them but he couldn't without his wand.
So he decided to write a note and send it with Hedwig. He saw Hedwig go into Joan's room. Hedwig soon returned with the two wands and a note. Harry- you have really got to be more careful with your things- Joan.
He smiled. She has a point, he thought. He summoned his belongings quickly. He put everything away. But he couldn't go to sleep.
He decided to write to Dumbledore about his situation. He quickly went over to his desk, turned on his lamp and wrote a hastily letter to Dumbledore hoping that the reply will hold some good advice.
Note: Did you like it? If you loved it or hated it, please submit you reviews. One question, who should Hermione like, Draco or Vicktor? I won't ask about Harry or Ron because I have something special planned for them. Thanks for reading- Joan-Lita