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Chapter Six: Oh That English Accent

Harry sat against a tree, watching the sunlight from the distance. He had a glass and a bottle of firewhisky. Enough said.

"Bloody weddings," Harry said aloud while swishing the fiery liquid down his throat. There she was, dancing with the boys and making merry; while here he was. Drinking a bottle of firewhisky and bumping his head against a tree.

Lupin walked over to where Harry was currently sitting and looked at Harry's half empty bottle.

"Your dad was much the same way," he said.

"Yeah? He liked sitting out of parties and enjoying himself with a half empty – no, make that half full bottle of firewhisky?" Harry asked back, slurring his words slightly.

Lupin sat down next to him and flicked a wand, conjuring another shot glass. He poured some firewhisky into the glass and gulped it down immediately.

He sighed, "Ah, does the trick. This is a good bottle Harry, where did you get this?"

Harry silently pointed over the bar and poured himself another shot. "I really shouldn't, you know? My body is a temple and all that rubbish. Well, one more won't hurt. Will it Lupin? I think I'm drunk."

"Nonsense, we both need to drink copious more amounts of alcohol before we are legitimately drunk," Lupin said in between shots. Harry started cracking up and Lupin soon followed. Cackling like madmen, Harry began to sing a song he had heard being played on Ginny's radio one day while they were relaxing together.

"I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink, I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink, I wonder should I get, up and fix myself a drink. No,no,no..." He began to sing loudly and out of tune. Lupin, recognizing the song and together they began to sing as many songs as they could, until the bottle was empty.

Harry tried to pour himself another shot, but nothing came out except for a few drops and he put his head against the tree and began hitting the back of his head on it.

"Lupin, is it always going to be like this? I mean, seriously!" Harry held up an arm to exaggerate his point, "Look at us! We're degener – degeneratees? No that can't be right..."

"Degenerates," Lupin said cutting of Harry's musing. "That's exactly what we are, lonely, old degenerates."

"I don't know about you Lupin, but I'm not old!" Harry said in reply, waving the bottle in front of Lupin's face. Lupin closed his eyes.

"Well, I'm old," he said.

"Not that old," Harry replied.

"Pretty old,"

"Shut up, let's go to Grimmauld Place, I can't be here anymore," Harry said, annoyed.

"Lupin cracked open one eye, "What about Snape?"

"I'll kill the bastard if he comes near me!" Harry shouted. He mimicked a curse with the firewhisky bottle and suddenly his eyes rolled behind is sockets and he passes out.

Lupin just stared at Harry and cracked a smile, "Just like your dad, Harry." And Lupin too passed out.

"Ron, stop doing that!" Hermione exclaimed loudly.

"Doing what?" Ron asked.

"Poking him! He's must have a monstrous headache right now," she answered him peevishly.

Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes with his hands. Firewhisky and I seem to have a stronger attraction than with most people, Harry mused in hes head, feeling a pounding headache rise up from the base of his skull.

"Harry, your up! How are you feeling?" Hermione inquired.

"Like Hagrid just used me as a beaters bat. Do you have any medicine that could make my headache go away?" Harry asked and then groaned, covering his forehead with his hand.

"Drinking that much alcohol is terrible for you Harry, I hope you've learned your lesson," Hermione chided.

"For bloody Merlin's sake I have just please, give me a damn potion and make it go away," Harry moaned out underneath his blankets.

Ron looked at Hermione, "He's not going to die is he?"

Harry gave another moan, this time for a more theatrical effect, and it worked like a charm.

"George and Fred gave this to us, supposed to cure any hangover," Hermione finally said while retrieving a green, disgusting looking potion.

"Fred and George? You trust them Hermione? Are you trying to kill me?" Harry asked while taking the potion.

"Fine, don't take the potions, see if I care Harry," Hermione huffed indignantly

Harry took the potion and glared at her. He downed it in one gulp and it tasted awful. He almost retched right there. Whatever it was did the trick however, and Harry jumped out of bed feeling fantastic.

"Whatever that stuff is, that was great!" Harry exclaimed.

Ron and Hermione collectively sighed and both walked out of the room, not letting Harry know that the potion would wear off in an hour or two.

"Should we-?" Ron started and Hermione shook her head.

"Drinking is bad, Harry's going to learn that the hard way," she said resolutely.

As the sun passed overhead, the days to Harry's departure narrowed to one, and Harry found himself enjoying his last supper at the Weasleys. The food was delicious, as always, and Harry had generous servings of everything, stocking up on what was sure to be his last good meal for a long time.

Dinner was relatively quiet, with only small talk being made the entire time. Finally, Ginny volunteered to do the dishes with Mrs. Weasley, and the rest of them made their way to the living room.

Harry finally spoke, "I'm going to miss you guys a lot, you know?"

Hermione immediately responded,"You have to write to us often. Oh! And tell me all of the spells you learn. And all of the famous people you meet, and all-"

"I'll tell you everything Hermione," Harry said quietly, cutting her off.

They finally went to bed, with everyone wishing Harry a good trip. Ron and Harry took long looks at each other, and then Ron embraced him in a brotherly hug.

"Don't get killed you stupid bugger," he said.

"I'll try not to," Harry said laughing slightly.

They both went to bed, and Harry couldn't fight off the nervous pit in his stomach as a question sifted through his mind. What were the States like?

Mr. Weasley woke Harry up early, and they both apparated to the main lobby of the Ministry. They both walked to man in the, "Magical Transportation Sector" and Mr. Weasley grasped Harry's shoulder.

"This is where I leave you, Harry," Mr. Weasley said sadly.

"I'll miss all of you, send my love to everybody," Harry said, trying to conceal his excitement.

Mr. Weasley nodded and then winked at Harry, "Don't let your mind get wrapped around all of the pretty American girls there."

Harry snorted and said more to himself than to Mr. Weasley, "I'll try not to."

They waved to each other and Harry stepped through the gate.

"Destination and belongings??" the man asked tiredly. He looked like he 'd been doing this all night.

"I'm going to the magical section of Washington D.C. under Principal Dean Rowlande, and uh here's my stuff."

The man's eyes blinked and he explained in a bored tone, "Your belongings will be magically transported to the room that your staying at the school, have a nice trip."

"Thanks, can I have my ticket to the portkey?" Harry asked anxiously.

The man shuffled through the stack and gave Harry the ticket that would let him go through the door to the portkey. The man waved Harry through and then asked, "Wait? Are you Harry Pott-?" Harry ran off before he could hear anything else the man said and ran through the door. The ticket disappeared and Harry put his finger on butterbeer bottle on the middle of table. The woman in the room who was obviously over watching the process looked for anyone else that might show up, and the proceeded with the countdown.

"Five," Harry was so nervous, he was going to be in the States, completely alo-

"Enjoy your stay," she smiled, interrupting his thoughts. Harry suddenly felt an uncomfortable tug on his navel that jerked him through space.

Harry landed sprawled on the cold marble floor of a building and a man came and helped him up.

"Welcome to Hearthrows Center for Magical Transportation, can I help you?" the man asked.

"Um, yes, I'm a transfer student, Harry Potter." The took no notice of his name and sent him to an office door directly adjacent from the room he had just been in a minute ago.

Harry stepped through the open ancient marble hallways to find an old-looking oak door. He knocked twice and a voice called out, "Come in!"

Harry stepped in and saw a very lean looking man in his 40s or 50s and give him a firm handshake.

"You must be Harry Potter. I'm Dean Rowland, Principal of Hearthrows School of Magical Grymmarie. Welcome, I'm afraid I don't have the time to get you settled in myself but we'll talk in due time. You're to report to the Lincoln Building, where you'll be staying for the duration of your stay. Your roommate will be Kent Roberts. He'll tell you of campus life and such like."

"Um, sir, how do I get to the Lincoln building?" Harry found himself asking nervously.

The principal replied, "Just go straight down and to your left, you can't miss it, there's a big sign that says 'Lincoln Building' on it. All of your belongings are already there. I hope you enjoy your time here."

And with that Harry was shooed away. Harry followed the directions and then gasped. Lincoln Building was gigantic, an actual behemoth of a residence.

All of a sudden a young man came running out of the building, dodging colors of light. He went running straight for a moment, and then would straighten his knees, dive to the left and then go running again, amazingly keeping his balance and dodging all of the spells. Harry craned his neck to see the spell caster and when he finally spied her, he gasped.

The spell caster was an absolutely beautiful woman, who looked pissed as Hell.

"Kent Roberts! I am going to murder you!" she yelled in frustration.

Harry's eyes whipped left to the boy who was still dodging spells.

Oh boy...

"I didn't mean it Rachel, I swear!" Kent exclaimed

Kent stood tall at maybe six feet, with dark brown hair and deep hazel eyes. He was thin, but pulled taut like a wire, indicating that he was stronger than he looked.

Rachel on the other hand was a completely different story. To Harry, it looked like God had come down and created the most perfect woman to ever exist. She also had dark brown curly hair, reaching down just past her shoulders. She had round chocolate eyes, that made Harry want to full into them. She was also quite well developed, in... other aspects. Her shirt showed a decent amount of cleavage, and her short skin accentuated her long sensual legs. Harry found himself gaping at her, and suddenly stopped as soon as she saw the expression on her beautiful face.

"You done checking me out yet? I have a person to murder and you're in the way," she said venomously to Harry. Harry stepped away to the side and Kent snorted.

"Way to be nice Rach, he's obviously new here, give him a break. He doesn't know that you're a man-eater yet," Kent said smiling.

"A man-eater? You rated me on a kissing scale, you asshole!" Rachel exclaimed putting her hands on her hips. Hips that looked so beautiful to Harry.

"That's a harsh way of calling it," Kent said weakly.

Rachel looked furious, "What would you call it?"

"Uh... past judgment?"

Rachel's temper flew into a rage again and she flourished her wand. Kent jumped to the side and spell flattened the ground where he had been previously standing,

"Christ Rach, trying to kill me here?" Kent asked.

"Stop being a smart-ass, if I were trying to kill you, you'd be dead by now," Rachel retorted with a mean smile.

Harry was watching the two argue and while it was fun, he was a little bit nervous with what had happened to his belongings.

"Hey uh, Kent?" Harry said weakly.

Kent looked at Harry, "Yeah dude? What's up?"

"I'm supposed to be your roommate, and I kind of want to see my stuff so..." Harry trailed off.

Kent gave a reassuring smile, "No worries then, let's go to the dorms. The MALE-ONLY dorms Rachel."

Rachel looked furious, "No. You are not going to leave me, we are going to finish this argument!"

"Go on a date with me sometime?" Kent asked.

"Go to Hell Kent."

"What, you already kissed me!"

"It was a big mistake, now back off," she retorted viscously.

"As my lady commands, Harry, let's get out of here."

Kent led Harry into the building leaving a furious Rachel outside.

"Sorry, she's a little bit angry at me right now. Things will cool down soon. Anyways what's your name?" Kent asked

"I'm Harry Potter," Harry answered.

Kent cocked an eyebrow. "Shit, really?"

Harry snorted, "Yeah mate."

"Nice accent dude," Kent said while he chuckled a bit.

"Same to you." They both laughed. Kent led Harry up a flight of stairs and then walked down a hallway. Harry was trying to memorize the way there for future reference and then Kent pulled a key off of a lanyard that was in his pocket. Twisting the key, he led Harry into the dorm. It was tiny. There was barely enough room for two twin beds and two desks.

"It's a cupboard," Harry said.

"It's homey enough, you get used to it. Don't spend too much time in the room anyways. That's your shit," Kent flourished at the bed and desk to the left of the room.

Harry gave a sarcastic smile, "Wonderful."

Kent laughed, "Don't be a smart-ass."

All of Harry's belongings were there like the man at the portkey gate had promised. Harry saw Hedwig trying to claw through her cage and Harry opened it up for her. She zoomed up and out the open window in the room.

"Hi to you too, girl," Harry said.

Kent stood awkwardly on his side of the room, and looked at Harry and started to speak, "Just some ground rules: Keep your shit on your side of the room, nobody else crashes at our place, and uh... don't stay up too late. I need my beauty sleep. That cool?"

Harry nodded, "Sounds good."

Kent smiled again, "Great, now let me show you how cool D.C. is."

Harry looked at his battered watch, "I'm not sure mate..."

"Trust me, you want to see how cool D.C. is."

Why not?

"Sure."

Hope you all liked this chapter, Harry's finally in America! Now whether or not Kent and Rachel have a thing, you'll just have to read to find out.

Preview:

"Hey what happened between you and Rachel?" Harry asked in between bites of food.

"It's a long story," Kent replied, wiping off his mouth.

"So?" Harry asked.

"Well, it was a few months ago..." Kent started.

I think this is my longest chapter yet, please read and review.

I've received a lot of good constructive crit, I would love my great reviewers to keep it up.