Encounter
Harry and all his luggage appeared right on top of the bar in the Leaky Cauldron, sending Ron's half drunk glass of butter beer clattering to the floor.
Oops. Guess dad was a little off. Hi, Harry. Ron laughed, jumping out of the pool of butter beer. Harry smiled at his friend and climbed down from his perch.
Ron, I was just looking at that summer study schedule I had you write up and realized you had yourself studying the Chudly Cannons all week and- Harry! You made it! Hermione had just appeared at the foot of the stairs and was grinning at him over the pile of books in her arms.
We were worried your aunt and uncle wouldn't let you come, said Ron, grabbing a towel from the bar and beginning to mop up.
I didn't ask them, said Harry.
You didn't?! Hermione dropped her books onto a table, mouth open wide in shock. Harry shrugged.
Why ask a question when you know the answer? Besides, the Dersleys will be glad I'm gone. They'll just be disappointed when I come back. Harry took the towel from Ron and tried to soak up the butter beer, being his mess. Where the cloth touched the puddle, it slurped it up with a sucking sound. Of course. A magic dish towel.
Well, I'm glad you did come. Mum and Dad dropped us off yesterday. They and Percy aren't here, thank God. Ginny didn't come either, Mum reckons she's too young to stay here with just us and Fred and George to watch her. Word got around about Fred and George, I guess. No one's been in here all morning, Ron gestured at the empty bar around them, grinning, Tom's a bit... miffed, to say the lea...
He was cut off, mid sentence, by a loud crack and a thump. All three whirled around to see a girl, sprawled next to an overturned table, as if she had just fallen off of it. She quickly got up and dusted herself off, not noticing them.
The girl was of medium/tall height, about an inch shorter than Harry and about the same age, slim and rather lanky. Her hair was best described as amber colored, a mixture of red and gold with dyed purple streaks through it, that was down, wavy and loose across her back, to just below her shoulder blades. She wore a black sleeveless shirt with spelled across the chest in rein stones, a pair of baggy jeans and large hiking boots. Large brown eyes, flecked with green and gold peered at them from an elvin, lightly freckled face, and widened in surprise.
The girl gave a small squeak and fell over again.
What happened? Are you alight? Harry went to help her up, the other two seemed frozen to the spot. The girl brushed him away as she tried to stand up again.
No, no. I'm fine, she said. Her knees gave and she fell into him. He caught her before she fell. Those brown eyes looked up at him and seemed to finally register what they were seeing.
Oh my God, I've gone widdershins, she said softly. Her accent was American. Harry blinked.
he questioned. She ignored the question.
I know who you are.
You and everyone else in the wizarding world. Harry rolled her eyes. He suddenly realized he was still embracing her, and let go, embarrassed. She blushed.
No, you don't understand. I'm from... She was cut off as the door to the Leaky Cauldron opened. The girl gasped as someone stepped from the glare outside into the shade of the bar.
Who just walked in?Ha ha! You'll have to wait till the next chapter to find out! Enthralled? Please tell me. Think it sucks? Tell me anyway, even though your reply will be paid the same attention as a load of dingo's kidneys. Tye is mine, as always,and everything else is J.K.s.