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Now that that's all taken care of, on with the fanfic!!!! Da-da-daaaah!

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            Harry lugged his suitcase behind him, thinking. He had enjoyed talking to Varisha; she had been really nice. To bad he probably wouldn't ever see her again. She probably hated him for tricking her anyway.

            But you didn't trick her, said the voice in his head that could always be counted on to make irritatingly true comments whenever Harry was trying to lie to himself. You just forgot to mention your name when you first started talking. Anyway, she didn't ask for it until you were leaving.

            Shut up, Harry thought.

            And she said that you were going home on the same day, so you might be on the same flight.

            "I said shut up!" Harry said forcefully, receiving uneasy glances from many people around him.

            "Mummy, that boy is talking to himself!"

            "Don't stare honey, it's not polite."

            Harry sighed and hurried to catch up to the Dursleys.

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            "Hurry up, boy! The train is about to leave!" Vernon Dursley snapped as he huffed toward the platform.

            "Coming," Harry said lazily.

            He heaved his suitcase onto the train and jumped before the doors could close on him. He followed the Dursleys to where they had found some seats then realized there were only three.

            "You're going to have to sit on the other end of the car," Uncle Vernon snarled.

            "Fine."

            Harry trudged down to the other end of the railcar, found an empty seat, and sat down, exhausted.

            "You again!" exclaimed a very familiar voice. "I thought I'd gotten rid of you!"

            Harry wearily turned around in his seat and found himself face-to-face with a very familiar pair of striking brown eyes, a button nose, chocolate brown hair, and grinning full red lips (sorry – last chapter I'd forgotten to tell y'all what she looked like).

            "JK," Varisha said.

            "What?"

            "Um… just kidding? JK?"

            "Oh!"

            "Anyway, you're going to Sόller too?" Varisha asked.

            "Don't ask me, the Dursleys never tell me anything," Harry answered.

            "My parents never tell me anything either. It's SO annoying!" She smiled. "But anyway, now we can talk some more."

            "Yeah, I guess we can," he said, smiling back.

            "So… yeah, I wanted to ask you, um… what did I want to ask you?"

            "I dunno, what?"

            "Oh yeah! I wanted to ask you about your career thingy. You guys DO get career advice, don't you?"

            "Yeah, I'm gonna try and be an auror."

            "Really? Cool! Listen to what my parents said about my choice…"

            They talked for the rest of the train ride.

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            Harry walked off the train with Varisha ("Please, call me 'Risha."), talking animatedly.

            "So, 'Risha, I guess I'll see you the next time we happen to run into each other."

            "Yeah, I guess so." She flashed that amazing smile of hers (Gosh, she has an amazing smile, thought Harry) (CHEESEY!!!).

            "BOY!!!"

            "Coming! Gotta go."

            "Don't let the muggles get you down!"

            "Don't worry, I won't. See you"

            "Luv ya!!! JK."

            "Hahahahaha! Love you too. JK."

            Or not…

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            GASP!!! So the plot thickens!!! Hmm… what will the evil author (yours truly) do next? Keep reading to find out!

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            Varisha thought for a bit. Harry was so easy to talk to. He was so interesting, funny, and knew so much. He was quite smart. If he was only half as smart as his "friend" as he claimed, then she shuddered to think of what sort of freak his friend would be.

            Seems sort of like a friend with benefits, the way he talks about her. Not that I care.

            Oh, but you DO care. Why else would you even be thinking about it?

            Shut up! I thought I told you to shut up and leave before we got on the train.

            You told me to shut up, you never said for how long, and you never said leave.

            Why do you always have to be right?

            It's my nature. I'm the little voice inside your head that always speaks the truth whenever you're trying to lie to yourself. I also live in Harry's head. He thought that you would hate him for "lying" to you about who he was.

            He never lied to me about who he was!

            That's what I said. He wouldn't listen and oooooh, wasn't he relieved when I was right. I'm always right.

            That's why you're so annoying. If you weren't right all the time, people wouldn't hate you so much.

            But they don't. I'm the voice of reason. Everyone would be driven mad with worry if I didn't exist. Everyone loves me.

            They love to hate you.

            Hate to love me.

            Whatever.

            Sure.

            Shut up.

            Fine.

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            "Who were you talking to, boy?" asked Uncle Vernon when they got into the rental car.

            "What's it to you?" Harry asked back.

            Uncle Vernon growled.

            "She's a wizard. She goes to a different wizard school that's located in France," Harry retorted.

            Uncle Vernon looked affronted, shocked, and horrified at the same time. "Wha—bu—you—she—who—tha—can't—wha—"

            "Be careful holding your mouth open like that. It could get stuck that way. No one wants to have to stuff food down your throat for you," Harry said simply.

            Aunt Petunia moaned. The turns on the road were undoubtedly more than her stomach could handle.

            Uncle Vernon turned to her. "Don't worry honey, I'll go slower so you won't get so sick."

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            "Who was that boy you were talking to, 'Risha?" Mr. Karson asked his daughter sitting in the back seat of their green Toyota rental car. "He seemed very nice. You two were talking like old friends."

            "Vell, Jacque, zey vere. You see, zat's zee same boy she met on zee plane here," Mrs. Karson explained.

            Jake Karson chuckled. "Have I ever told you how much I love your ac-sόnt?" He asked his wife, adding a french flair to the end of his sentence.

            "Only about five tousand times," she answered, leaning over the console to give him a kiss. (the "tousand" is NOT a type-o. she says thousand that way cuz she's French)

            "Mo-om! Please! Do not start making out while dad is driving! If he's kissing you, he can't see, and we'll crash into that car that's going sooooo annoyingly slow in front of us! I, for one, would like my last image not to be of you two making out!" Varisha said.

            "Very vell, 'Risha, tell us who you vere talking to," giggled Mrs. Karson.

            Varisha sighed. "Harry Potter."

            The car jerked forward, then back, as Mr. Karson momentarily lost control of the acceleration and then jammed on the breaks, almost crashing into the "annoyingly slow" car in front of them.

            "Harry Potter?!?! You were talking to Harry Potter?!?!" yelled her dad.

            "DAD! YES! I WAS! GET OVER IT! I won't ever see him again, and he'll probably forget all about me, so it doesn't matter!!!" she was getting very annoyed with her parents.

            There you go again, lying to yourself. He will to remember you. Particularly well. You should stand out in his mind for quite some time, I do believe.

            Ok. That's it. I want you to shut up for the rest of my life.

            Sorry, can't do that. The longest I can go is 24 hours strait and then I can't "shut up" for the rest of the week.

            You're only allowed 24 hours of silence a week?

            Yep.

            Geez.

            I know. Tragedy, isn't it? Maybe I should petition for less…

            No no, I meant for me. You need more time for shutting up-ness.

            Oh. Well then.

            Oh, just shut up.        

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            Yes, I know I keep falling into these lapses of characters talking to their own heads. I'll try to cut back, I promise!

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            "I'm sorry 'Risha, but he's a world hero—"

            "I know."

            "—he's the most famous wizard in the world, everyone knows his name—"

            "Dad, I know."

            "—and he—"

            "DAD! I KNOW!!!"

            "Ok, ok, just, I want you to know how amazing this is. You'll never meet another witch or wizard this famous in your entire life!"

            "Dad…"

            "Ok, I'll be quiet."

            "Thank you." Varisha turned and stared out the window. God, how annoying can parents get? Always repeating things five times per sentence, getting all mushy on you, it's disgusting! Geez, can't this dumb car in front of us go any faster??? We've been trailing it for, like, an hour!

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            Important A/N: here's the dealio on the thinking thing. The italics is when they're talking to the voice of reason, the little annoying voice that lives in everyone's head and speaks the truth when someone is trying to lie to himself/herself. The not-italics is when there just thinking to themselves. Savvy?

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            "This damn car behind us has been trailing us since we got on this road!" Uncle Vernon bellowed. Aunt Petunia had been sick multiple times the past hour on the twisty, winding road, and the car now smelled like you-know-what. Harry had stuck his head out the window facing the mountain that the road was clinging to, trying to see who was in the car behind them, but every time he tried to see through the tinted windows of the green Toyota, they hit another curve, and Harry was jerked inside the car, giving him plenty of bumps on his head. Why he wanted to see inside the car so badly, Harry had no idea. He just wanted to, needed to, needed the knowledge of who these insane people were that kept right on their tail. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted with another bellow from Uncle Vernon.

            "Boy! Get your head inside this infernal car this instant! It's hard enough driving this backwards car, on this insane road, without having you leaning out the window trying to eat the bushes that grow on the side of the mountain!"

Dudley snickered. Harry sighed.

            "Fine," he muttered. "But I'm leaving the window down."

            They drove off down the windy road clinging to the mountainside.

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