The Flight of the Robyn

Chapter 4: What are you saying?

Author's Note: Here is the next chapter! I hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: I would say I owned Harry, but I'd rather not be locked up in the loony house!

Robyn snapped her book shut. She glared at the boy, her breath getting quicker. Why did she have to leave her wand in her room? The library was too tempting. "What's it to you, Potter?" Robyn sneered.

Harry's eyes widened as he read the title of the book she was reading. "Why are you reading a potions book?"

"Again, what's it to you, Potter?" Robyn spat.

"Look. I'm sorry about your earlier. I had a really tough summer and I'm just glad it's almost over," Harry apologized. Robyn was shocked. What was this boy playing at? Life was like a chess game to Robyn, everyone had an ulterior motive or an underlying strategy.

"You shouldn't have taken it out on me!" declared Robyn snootily. She went back to reading.

"No, I shouldn't have and I said I was sorry!" Harry practically whined. Robyn realized something was up with the boy. For one thing, he didn't have Ron or Hermione on his sides, like Draco had told her he always did. Draco was her only friend, but she left him behind when she was banished from her Father's home. For another thing, he looked desperate. It was several weeks since their last encounter and it looked like he had little to no human interaction. He obviously still was holding a grudge at everyone for not contacting him.

"What are you saying?" Robyn asked slowly.

"Can we be friends?" Harry begged.

"Why?" Robyn shot back.

"You are the only one in this house that I can trust," Harry announced, "Everyone else left me with my abusive relatives. You didn't know."

"Wait, did I hear you correctly? You think you can trust me? I was raised by Voldemort for crying out loud!" Robyn stated.

"I saw the look in your eyes during the third task. You looked horrified. I trust you. If you still worked for Voldemort, he would have busted you out by now," Harry explained. Robyn was ashamed to admit he was right. She did not like torture.

"You are correct, Potter. Nice job," Robyn congratulated.

"Call me Harry. So, what do you say?" Harry asked.

"Sure," Robyn said, "Why not?"

Harry packed his stuff slowly, in silence. He glanced at Ron, who was staring at him, waiting for him to talk. The last couple weeks of vacation, he only talked to Robyn. He confided in Robyn and she confided in him. She told him about her life with Voldemort and how she got thrown out because she destroyed one of his horcruxes. Harry had to admit, she was brave. In return, he told her about the Dursleys, things he never told anyone. He trusted her despite her not so humble beginnings.

"Mate, how long are you going to be mad?" Ron asked pleadingly.

"I don't know. Until I forgive you," Harry replied. It would be no use ignoring him. He would continue to press him until he answered.

"When will you forgive us?" Ron asked.

"I don't know," Harry replied again.

"You will only talk to Robyn! It's driving us all insane, except her!" Ron shouted.

"She's my best friend," Harry explained. Ron flinched back, as if he had been slapped.

"I thought I was your best friend," Ron whispered.

"Not anymore," Harry retorted.

"What's going on, Harry?" Robyn asked in a forced sweet voice.

"I was just leaving," Harry answered quickly, "Come on Robbie!" Harry led Robyn into the library. "Eugh! Ron is so annoying! I can't believe he and the others don't realize I want nothing to do with them! Thanks for rescuing me. How long were you out there?"

"I was coming in to see if you were done so we could play a round of chess. I heard the whole thing," Robyn whispered.

"The whole thing?" Harry asked.

"Do you really consider me your best friend?" Robyn asked.

"Yea, I do," Harry smirked.

Sirius couldn't have been worse. His godson hated him. His daughter was mad at him because his godson hated him. His godson was socially withdrawn. His best friend was dead. (But that didn't really count as his best friend had been dead for 15 years.) So was his wife. (Again 15 years ago) His other friend betrayed him. (Also 15 years ago) His daughter and godson were now going off to Hogwarts leaving him alone in his godforsaken prison.

The car ride to King's Cross was dreadfully quiet and Sirius yearend to make it more interesting, but he was in dog form. It's hard to crack jokes in dog form, trust him, he tried. Finally, they walked through the barrier into platform 9 ¾. He couldn't help but notice Harry and Robyn whispering excitedly to one another. They left without saying goodbye.

"Who are we going to sit with?" Harry asked, "Do you know anyone besides Malfoy?"

"No, Harry. We will sit with Draco. OH MY GOSH I'M GETTING SORTED!" Robyn shrieked.

"Gosh Robbie, calm down. Why the sudden worry?" Harry asked, shocked.

"What if I get into Hufflepuff?" She whined. Harry laughed out loud. He was a little worried about sharing a compartment with a bunch of Slytherins, because, let's face it, Robyn had Slytherin written all over her. She wouldn't be bad, but the others he wasn't sure about.

"I was worried about getting into Slytherin. Remember the story?" Harry asked.

"Yea! You pleaded with the hat. You would have been great in Slytherin," She joked.

"Funny, that's what the hat said," Harry drawled. Finally, they reached the compartment Robyn was looking for.

"We are here!" She chirped. She threw open the door. Harry looked around. It wasn't as bad as he thought. There was Daphne Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Crabbe and Goyle. "Guys, this is my bestest friend Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived! Tremble in fear! Us Slytherins are gonna have an awesome year. Oh yea, I'm Robyn Black. Dray knows me!" I groaned. This was going to be a long year.

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