Chapter 2
**Everything is mine except Harry Potter, Voldemort, "imperio," Ginny Weasley....and...I think that's it. All that stuff belongs to J.K. Rowling, who I would NEVER steal stuff from, so back off**
Harry got home from work, took the tube back to his apartment, and changed into some more casual clothes. He was taking Clair Chung out to dinner that night. Clair was Harry's secretary at First Union, and he had been working up the nerve to ask her out for a year, ever since he started working there.
When he was ready, he hailed a taxi to take him to Picadeli's Circle (Sp?) where he and Clair had planned to meet. Picadeli's was swarming with people, locals and tourists as always. He was supposed to meet Clair beside the ticket booth, so he headed over that way. Sure enough, there stood Clair, several heads shorter than him, wearing a short red dress that outlined her slim figure very nicely, Harry thought. She would make an excellent seeker, yes, perfect build---
"What the heck is a seeker?" Harry said aloud, suddenly, for some reason, remembering his brief encounter with that red-headed girl, Weasley...yes, Ginny Weasley was her name. He had shoved her away into the back of his mind, but she had been haunting him all day.
"Harry!" yelled Clair.
"Hey," he said, trying to act cool, "you look...er...really nice."
Clair giggled and Harry looked at her sideways as they walked into the restaurant, feeling once again that strange sensation that Ginny had mentioned earlier. She reminded him of someone...maybe. He had a sudden urge to kick something. This was all so frustrating!
"So," said Clair as they sat down at a table, "have you heard about the so-called 'cloaked lunatic' that's supposedly taking over the U.S.?"
Harry purposely dropped his napkin and hastily bent over to retrieve it so that Clair wouldn't see the confused look on his face.
"I...Is that so? Yeah, I think I did read something about him in a newspaper. Scary looking nose, eh?" said Harry casually, staring fiercefully at the wine menu.
"They say he's a genius; he can make anything happen. I mean, THINK about it. Less than a month ago, Hilary Clinton was completely independent, parading around like a queen, passing all her gay-right laws and such and now this...ah can't think of his name...you know who..."
"Voldemort?" said Harry without thinking. The name just came to him.
Clair frowned a bit but nodded her head. "Yes. A month ago President Clinton was a full-blown civil liberty dike, and now, this...you know who I mean...has completely transformed her, he has her fulfilling his slightest whims...it's like magic!"
Harry spit out the mouthful of wine that he had just taken.
"What did you say?"
"I said it's like magic...' Clair said confusedly.
Just then the waiter came and they bot h ordered. Clair seemed to forget about everything they had said because after they ordered she went into a peppy speech on her favorite types of shrimp. Harry didn't hear a word of it though. The word "imperio" kept popping into his mind, and he had no idea what it meant.
After three or four drinks, Clair was explaining in great depth to Harry, the vital importance of Norweigen goats. He forced himself to catch a few words here and there, but thta was all he could do.
The words "Voldemort has risen again..." kept running through his mind, over and over again. And though he had no idea what that meant, something told him he needed to take action against it at all costs. And something else told him that calling Ginny Weasley was the first step.
"So, now you know why I am so passionately against the public distribution of bananas!" Clair said, giggling to herself.
"That's fascinating," Harry said absently.
"Er...Clair?" he said suddenly, much louder than was necessary.
"Yes?" said Clair, startled.
"I've just remembered this really important...er..thing that I have got to do. I have to go. I'm really sorry, seriously....See you..." he studdered, ignoring the look of fury on Clair's face as he stumbled out of the restaurant.
How he managed to get back to his apartment in that confused state of mind, he would never remember. He walked up the stairs and would have gone right into his room, if someone hadn't been sitting in front of the door.
"Ginny!!" he cried, "What are you doing here?"
**Everything is mine except Harry Potter, Voldemort, "imperio," Ginny Weasley....and...I think that's it. All that stuff belongs to J.K. Rowling, who I would NEVER steal stuff from, so back off**
Harry got home from work, took the tube back to his apartment, and changed into some more casual clothes. He was taking Clair Chung out to dinner that night. Clair was Harry's secretary at First Union, and he had been working up the nerve to ask her out for a year, ever since he started working there.
When he was ready, he hailed a taxi to take him to Picadeli's Circle (Sp?) where he and Clair had planned to meet. Picadeli's was swarming with people, locals and tourists as always. He was supposed to meet Clair beside the ticket booth, so he headed over that way. Sure enough, there stood Clair, several heads shorter than him, wearing a short red dress that outlined her slim figure very nicely, Harry thought. She would make an excellent seeker, yes, perfect build---
"What the heck is a seeker?" Harry said aloud, suddenly, for some reason, remembering his brief encounter with that red-headed girl, Weasley...yes, Ginny Weasley was her name. He had shoved her away into the back of his mind, but she had been haunting him all day.
"Harry!" yelled Clair.
"Hey," he said, trying to act cool, "you look...er...really nice."
Clair giggled and Harry looked at her sideways as they walked into the restaurant, feeling once again that strange sensation that Ginny had mentioned earlier. She reminded him of someone...maybe. He had a sudden urge to kick something. This was all so frustrating!
"So," said Clair as they sat down at a table, "have you heard about the so-called 'cloaked lunatic' that's supposedly taking over the U.S.?"
Harry purposely dropped his napkin and hastily bent over to retrieve it so that Clair wouldn't see the confused look on his face.
"I...Is that so? Yeah, I think I did read something about him in a newspaper. Scary looking nose, eh?" said Harry casually, staring fiercefully at the wine menu.
"They say he's a genius; he can make anything happen. I mean, THINK about it. Less than a month ago, Hilary Clinton was completely independent, parading around like a queen, passing all her gay-right laws and such and now this...ah can't think of his name...you know who..."
"Voldemort?" said Harry without thinking. The name just came to him.
Clair frowned a bit but nodded her head. "Yes. A month ago President Clinton was a full-blown civil liberty dike, and now, this...you know who I mean...has completely transformed her, he has her fulfilling his slightest whims...it's like magic!"
Harry spit out the mouthful of wine that he had just taken.
"What did you say?"
"I said it's like magic...' Clair said confusedly.
Just then the waiter came and they bot h ordered. Clair seemed to forget about everything they had said because after they ordered she went into a peppy speech on her favorite types of shrimp. Harry didn't hear a word of it though. The word "imperio" kept popping into his mind, and he had no idea what it meant.
After three or four drinks, Clair was explaining in great depth to Harry, the vital importance of Norweigen goats. He forced himself to catch a few words here and there, but thta was all he could do.
The words "Voldemort has risen again..." kept running through his mind, over and over again. And though he had no idea what that meant, something told him he needed to take action against it at all costs. And something else told him that calling Ginny Weasley was the first step.
"So, now you know why I am so passionately against the public distribution of bananas!" Clair said, giggling to herself.
"That's fascinating," Harry said absently.
"Er...Clair?" he said suddenly, much louder than was necessary.
"Yes?" said Clair, startled.
"I've just remembered this really important...er..thing that I have got to do. I have to go. I'm really sorry, seriously....See you..." he studdered, ignoring the look of fury on Clair's face as he stumbled out of the restaurant.
How he managed to get back to his apartment in that confused state of mind, he would never remember. He walked up the stairs and would have gone right into his room, if someone hadn't been sitting in front of the door.
"Ginny!!" he cried, "What are you doing here?"