A/N: I updated again! I'm so proud of myself! I wrote this all at school :) Thats what happens when your classes have no new material to teach for the rest of the week, in at least two classes :) Could someone please tell me the difference between hits and visitors? I can't figure it out, i have more hits than visitors, is that good or bad?
Here you go, Chapter 7!
Chapter 7
When they walked into Madame Malkins shop she found that Madame Malkin was a squat smiling witch dressed in all mauve.
"Hogwarts dears?" she asked as they walked in.
Laurel nodded while Harry answered with a "Yes, Ma'am."
"I've got the lot in here! Another young man is getting fitted in the back, would one of you please go and stand by him?"
Harry hesitated so Laurel went before him and stood by a boy with a pale, pointed face who was getting his robes pinned up for a second time by a witch in all black.
Madame Malkin draped robes over her shoulders and started pinning up the material so it would fit.
"Hello," the boy next to Laurel said, "Hogwarts too?"
"Yes," Laurel responded.
"My father's next store buying my book and my mother's up the street looking at wants," the boy said. He had a bored drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."
Harry must have been listening because suddenly he blurted out, "You remind me strongly of my brat of a cousin, Dudley."
The boy went red and said, "I don't care, do you have your own broom?"
Harry looked at the pale boy confused.
'Oh no' Laurel groaned internally. 'He has no clue what a broom is.'
"No," responded Harry.
"Play Quittitch at all?"
"No," Harry answered again, and gave Laurel a confused look.
"I'll explain later," She told Harry under her breath.
"Wait, do you have a broom?" the pale boy asked.
"No, my dad won't let me have one."
"Wow I must be so lucky then to have a good father. On another subject, do you know what house you'll be in?" He asked the two kids in front of him.
Harry answered with a "No," while Laurel answered "My father was a slytherin, my mother a ravenclaw so I could be either one."
"I will be a slytherin, no matter what, my mom and dad were slytherin," He told Laurel completely ignoring Harry.
Harry started to say something else but the pale boy interrupted with a, "I say, look at that man!" Pointing to Hagrid who was standing outside the window with three ice-cream cones to show he couldn't come in.
"That's Hagrid," Harry said, and it seemed to Laurel that he was glad to know something. "He works at Hogwarts."
"Oh, I've heard of him, isn't he like a servant?"
"He's the groundskeeper, and let's go Harry, I'm done," Laurel stepped down from the pedestal and gave the pinned robes to Madame Malkin and went to walk out with Harry but found that Harry was still talking to the pale boy.
"-see you at Hogwarts, I guess," said the drawling boy.
They quickly said their goodbyes and went out to Hagrid, who gave them their ice cream.
Harry had chocolate and raspberry with chopped nuts while Laurel had just plain vanilla.
"So what's up?"
"Nothing," Laurel and Harry lied at the same time. "Well we have to go back to the robe shop, Harry hasn't gotten tailored to his yet, we left quickly," Laurel said quickly afterword.
"That's no problem!" Hagrid told them. "We will just go back after we have everything else."
Harry and Laurel dropped behind Hagrid as he purchased every little odd and end they needed and Harry asked, "Laurel, what's Quittitch?"
"Oh yea! I forgot that I would tell you later!" Laurel dived into telling Harry all about Quittitch and what it dealt with, until Hagrid noticed them talking about it.
"Blimey, Harry, I keep forgittin' how little yeh know – not knowing about Quittitch!"
The happy expression on Harry's face fell away, "Don't make me feel worse." Harry went into what happened at Madame Malkins, Laurel adding thing when he forgot.
"If he'd known who yeh were – he's grown up knowin' yer name! You saw what everyone in the leaky cauldron was like when they saw yeh!"
"Wait," Laurel said interrupting Hagrid. "How would that boy know Harry? Harry just found out he was a wizard, right?"
"Wait," Hagrid looked confused, "You don't know who he is? He's the most famous wizard ever! All because of something that happened before he could remember! Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the first person to ever live he-who-must-not-be-named killing curse! That's why he has his scar!" Hagrid almost shouted that last part, then lowered his tone when he said, "Didn't your dad ever tell you?"
Laurel shook her head no, "And who is this guy you're not naming?"
Hagrid suddenly went pale, "You've never heard about v-v-Voldemort?" He shuttered after he said the evil name.
Laurel shook her head no again.
Hagrid started in to the whole story of Voldemort and what happened to Harry.
At the end of his story, Laurel only asked one question. "How do Harry and I have the same scar on our foreheads?" Laurel slowly pulled her bangs back and rubbed off the makeup revealing the lightning bolt shaped scar.
All Hagrid and Harry could do was gasp and stare, while Harry touched his own scar.
A/N: There's chapter 7! Please tell me what you think! And i have soooo many people looking at my story, yet I only have 14 reviews and they're all from the same people! And same people i just want to let you know, I LOVE YOU! So please REVIEW! I would like 3 more reviews before i post the next chapter, but knowing me, i won't stick to it ;)
