Harry's New Neighbor
Harry awoke to Sirius knocking on the door. He slowly opened his eyes and lay in his new room in his new house staring at the ceiling. He was glad to now live with his godfather but in some ways missed his small room at the Privett Drive. He didn't miss the Dursley's, however, though he didn't wish them dead. He believed that Voldemort would stop at nothing to relinquish his life. He ddn't think he would destroy the Dursleys. Though he despised them greatly he still didn't want anybody to die on the count of him, though he still couldn't help but feel slightly happy that he no longer had to go back to Privett Drive. What would have happened had Voldemort come to Ron's house while Harry was there or if he came here. He couldn't worry about that now though. He raised up and stretched. He reached over to the side table and put on his glasses. He slowly got to his feet and looked out the window. There was a girl sitting under a tree in the yard across the street that he had never seen before. He knew the man who lived in the house but he never seen a girl there before. Richard, the neighbor, was a good friend of Sirius's and was not married and had no children. At least that's what Harry thought. He stood and admired the girl for a while and was finally able to pull himself from the window. Sirius knocked on the door again.
"Harry, you up," he called from outside.
"Yeah," he replied.
"Hurry up and come eat breakfast. I want you to meet someone."
Harry wondered who Sirius was talking about. He pulled on his Cannonball t- shirt and a pair of his favorite jeans, patted Hedwig on the head, and sprinted out the door only to run into Sirius.
"It's about time. Here these came for you." He handed Harry a large number of packages. "This one is from me," he handed Harry a small package. "Hurry up and go eat."
"Who do you want me to meet?" Harry inquired while gulping down eggs.
"Richard's niece. She just moved here from America. She will be attending Hogwarts this year."
"What year is she."
" Seventh, same as you."
"But she's never attended wizard school…"
"She attended an American school called Merices. I'm sure she wouldn't mind meeting a new classmate before going. She will probably feel lost at first so she will probably not only need a friend but also someone to help her get around."
"Okay, I'll go over there now. What's her name?"
"Thora."
"That's an unusual name. Where did it come from."
"Her grandmother gave it to her. It's a Takkye warrior's name. I don't know if she's one."
"What's a Takkye warrior?"
"They are warriors that are born with a mark on them somewhere that indicates what they are. They can either end up being evil or good. Most people don't bother with them because of this. It's sad really."
"What chooses if they are good or evil?"
"How strong they are against the evil bellowing up inside them. The weirdest thing about them is they can control dragons. That's what they use to ride into battle. They also use a special kind of flute."
"What for?"
"Ask her. You need something to talk about."
"What if she doesn't know what I'm talking about."
"Then I'll tell you later."
Harry stepped outside, squinting in the sun. He made his way slowly across the road to where the beautiful girl was sitting. He walked up to her and she looked up at him with her piercing blue eyes.
"Hi I'm…"
"Harry Potter, I know," she slid a bookmark in the book she had been reading, closed it, and stood up. She brushed of the back of her pants and offered to shake Harry's hand. "I'm Thora. I like your shirt. Do you like quiditch?"
"Yeah, I'm seeker for Gryffindor at Hogwarts." He looked down at her wrist and caught sight of a dragon shaped mark. "What's that?" He pointed to the mark.
"Oh it's nothing." She quickly pulled down the sleeve of her shirt. She looked around, hoping for something to use to change the subject. She looked at the window of Harry's house and caught sight of a white owl. "You have an owl."
"Yes her name's Hedwig."
"I have one, too."
"Really?"
"Yeah, his name's Mercury. I have another pet he makes my uncle feel a little uncomfortable, but he wouldn't hurt anybody. Well, unless they were hurting me or if I tell him to."
"What is he?"
"You want to see?"
"Sure."
"Follow me then."
They walked off behind the house together.
Harry awoke to Sirius knocking on the door. He slowly opened his eyes and lay in his new room in his new house staring at the ceiling. He was glad to now live with his godfather but in some ways missed his small room at the Privett Drive. He didn't miss the Dursley's, however, though he didn't wish them dead. He believed that Voldemort would stop at nothing to relinquish his life. He ddn't think he would destroy the Dursleys. Though he despised them greatly he still didn't want anybody to die on the count of him, though he still couldn't help but feel slightly happy that he no longer had to go back to Privett Drive. What would have happened had Voldemort come to Ron's house while Harry was there or if he came here. He couldn't worry about that now though. He raised up and stretched. He reached over to the side table and put on his glasses. He slowly got to his feet and looked out the window. There was a girl sitting under a tree in the yard across the street that he had never seen before. He knew the man who lived in the house but he never seen a girl there before. Richard, the neighbor, was a good friend of Sirius's and was not married and had no children. At least that's what Harry thought. He stood and admired the girl for a while and was finally able to pull himself from the window. Sirius knocked on the door again.
"Harry, you up," he called from outside.
"Yeah," he replied.
"Hurry up and come eat breakfast. I want you to meet someone."
Harry wondered who Sirius was talking about. He pulled on his Cannonball t- shirt and a pair of his favorite jeans, patted Hedwig on the head, and sprinted out the door only to run into Sirius.
"It's about time. Here these came for you." He handed Harry a large number of packages. "This one is from me," he handed Harry a small package. "Hurry up and go eat."
"Who do you want me to meet?" Harry inquired while gulping down eggs.
"Richard's niece. She just moved here from America. She will be attending Hogwarts this year."
"What year is she."
" Seventh, same as you."
"But she's never attended wizard school…"
"She attended an American school called Merices. I'm sure she wouldn't mind meeting a new classmate before going. She will probably feel lost at first so she will probably not only need a friend but also someone to help her get around."
"Okay, I'll go over there now. What's her name?"
"Thora."
"That's an unusual name. Where did it come from."
"Her grandmother gave it to her. It's a Takkye warrior's name. I don't know if she's one."
"What's a Takkye warrior?"
"They are warriors that are born with a mark on them somewhere that indicates what they are. They can either end up being evil or good. Most people don't bother with them because of this. It's sad really."
"What chooses if they are good or evil?"
"How strong they are against the evil bellowing up inside them. The weirdest thing about them is they can control dragons. That's what they use to ride into battle. They also use a special kind of flute."
"What for?"
"Ask her. You need something to talk about."
"What if she doesn't know what I'm talking about."
"Then I'll tell you later."
Harry stepped outside, squinting in the sun. He made his way slowly across the road to where the beautiful girl was sitting. He walked up to her and she looked up at him with her piercing blue eyes.
"Hi I'm…"
"Harry Potter, I know," she slid a bookmark in the book she had been reading, closed it, and stood up. She brushed of the back of her pants and offered to shake Harry's hand. "I'm Thora. I like your shirt. Do you like quiditch?"
"Yeah, I'm seeker for Gryffindor at Hogwarts." He looked down at her wrist and caught sight of a dragon shaped mark. "What's that?" He pointed to the mark.
"Oh it's nothing." She quickly pulled down the sleeve of her shirt. She looked around, hoping for something to use to change the subject. She looked at the window of Harry's house and caught sight of a white owl. "You have an owl."
"Yes her name's Hedwig."
"I have one, too."
"Really?"
"Yeah, his name's Mercury. I have another pet he makes my uncle feel a little uncomfortable, but he wouldn't hurt anybody. Well, unless they were hurting me or if I tell him to."
"What is he?"
"You want to see?"
"Sure."
"Follow me then."
They walked off behind the house together.