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The sun was well up in London when he arrived there, in the wilds of Scotland it would still be somewhere in the dimness of dawn. That was the problem with England in the winter time, it was so slow to brighten.
He looked up at the road sign, St Martins, this was where the college was, he was sure of it. He remembered one of his brief breaks with the Dursleys, they had been whittering on and on about this place, about how it was good that Dudley wouldn't have to go there. It was one of the few times in his life he'd actually managed to feel some sympathy for Dudley Dursley.
Three or four people walked out of the doors, and there was the one he had been sent to look for, the heir to Slytherin. She was pretty much a nonentity, but then when he thought about it, Tom Riddle had been so before his untimely death as Lord Voldemort and his resurrection.
Perhaps it was life's way of hiding something special, Ama was only pretty because she was startling, Hermoine was average, All of the special people he had met in life were less than ground breakingly beautiful. On the other hand people like Lucius Malfoy were astoundingly handsome, as was Draco, and they tended to be shady at least.
He shook his head and began to walk forwards, and the stopped. How do you introduce yourself to a total stranger and ask them to come with you to save a world that doesn't exist unless you're a part of it? He continued to watch her as she stopped to adjust her jacket, her hair was long and dark brown, confined in a braid, it would reach perhaps the base of her spine, long hair seemed to be in for those that could manage it.
She was perhaps his height or a little shorter, life seemed to be picking on wizards in the height department, but then he was short, she'd be about average for a woman. She started to walk down the steps, she was almost overblown in the fact that she was curvy, nothing at all like he'd expected from that brief look through the crystal ball.
Oh well, he was going to have to try it, he walked across the path until he was standing behind her and then cleared his throat.
"Umm excuse me, could I, ah, have a word?"
She turned and looked at him, her eyes were large in her face a pure deep green that looked hard and sharp.
"Yes?"
Now here was a problem, how do you say to someone, I need you to come with me to a school full of wizards and help us out, I don't know why I'm just doing as I'm told. Yes and then she'd calmly lead him to a bench and call the nearest mental institution.
"I don't suppose you believe in prophecy do you?"
He couldn't believe he'd come out with that, it was like a corny chat up line. Do you believe in fate? But her eyes had softened slightly and her brows had risen and she had an expression that said she was listening.
"Perhaps, but then what's that got to do with you?"
He could feel his own eyes widening behind his glasses, the fact that she was willing to admit to a belief at all was strange, let alone in that calm tone. Then he though back on himself, in his first year at Hogwarts he had been almost pathologically shy, she had that same sort of tone of voice, although he suspected her's didn't come from shyness.
Her head had cocked to one side and she was watching him as he'd often seen Hagrids pets doing, as if she wasn't sure if he was lunch or not, then she seemed to come to some sort of decision and she reached out and put her fingers against his face.
A sudden pain flashed through his head, centring on his scar, for a second his vision was black as it had been the day that Crabbe had tried to hex him in DADA class, then he was looking back at her and into eyes that looked almost blurred and then they seemed to focus on him.
"Very well then, lead on"
For a second he was all at sea and then he realised that with a touch she had had some sort of vision, he needed some answers and fast.
"What do you know?"
He suddenly felt hunted as if there were eyes on his back, and from the way she stirred she felt the same way.
"You're a wizard, and you and some other people need me, I can trust you"
The sentence was stilted as if they were the only facts she had, but he was impressed, according to the history of magic that he was studying for his NEWTS that sort of talent only came up once every few decades, and it was always linked to strong natural prophesying. His nod though was quick and strained those eyes felt as though they were getting closer and closer.
"All true, my names Harry, and we do need you, but right now I think we need to get out of here"
She nodded, agreement writ plain on her face.
"It's a good plan, but I think you may have left it just a little late."
He turned, the robes and masks you would recognise anywhere in the wizarding world these last three years, Death Eaters weren't common by any stretch but they were there and had been on the rise ever since the summer of Voldemorts return.
"Get out of the way, Potter, we want the girl, our master will let you live just this once in return for the favour"
He watched her face out of the corner of his eye as her eyebrows rose and she made a questioning movement with her hand.
"It's the problem with being famous, fans always want what you've got"
The voice he used was flippant, and straight out of the Malfoy collection of irritating drawls, too much time with Ama and Draco seemed to be bad for a persons sense of humour. But she had a slight smile on her face, and to his surprise it sent chills up his spine.
"I'll tell you one thing for nothing, I'm not going anywhere with the hooded hoards"
He had to restrain himself or he would have snickered at the humour, the thing that killed his mirth was the fact that wands had appeared in both of the Death Eaters hands, he pulled his own slowly out of the pocket of his jeans.
"Behind me please"
A small smile had appeared on her face and her eyes were burning like devils fire.
"Oh I think not"
She made a half kneeling motion and came up with a flick knife in her hand, the way she opened it with a practised twist of the wrist showed that she had considerable knowledge of how to use it. Which was fine but this going to be a magic battle and, and there was a member of the friendly local constabulary walking around the corner. He jerked his head and drew her attention to him.
Her knife suddenly skidded along the pavement and she screamed a high pitched sound of distress. The policeman stopped looking at the traffic and came for them at a run. Harry slid his wand into his pocket and watched the two Death Eaters with a sort of nonchalant ease.
For a second they seemed torn, probably between trying it on and running. Running won and they apparated with a practised ease that left him faintly jealous. The policeman reached their side and he looked across at the young Heir. She had mock tears streaming down her cheeks, he knew they were mock because she threw him a wink that was more than a little suspicious.
"Oh I'm so glad you came, I thought we were going to be robbed"
The accent she had suddenly came from the best part of London, not the accent less voice she had used earlier. He wondered briefly which one was real an then turned his attention back to the best piece of acting he had seen since Ron convinced his mother that a Gnome had gotten into the stew.
"I was coming back from an exam, yes I'm in placement at Laurent House, Yes my parents have only recently passed away and the relatives are all dead, I'll have…. But that doesn't matter, him oh he's my boyfriend, no he's not from Laurent House, he lives in Camden, no I don't think I'll press charges…."
While that was happening he scooped up the knife and pocketed it, the policeman was soon on his was, helmet fairly glowing with praise, and she was waiting.
"I suspect I wont be at The House when they make further enquires?"
Her voice was flat and accent less again, he wanted to ask but wouldn't, if she wanted to be anonymous then who was he to stop her. But he shook his head in answer to her question.
"No, that was quick thinking there by the way"
She smiled, her cheeks gaining some colour, she wasn't sallow by any rate but she had been a very pale peach for a moment there.
"Thanks, you don't live in homes for as long as I have without learning how to lie fast and furiously"
That would explain the references to 'The House' well he now knew two people who's childhood ranked up there with his, he gently removed his wand and stuck it out.
"You will explain those people who attacked us?"
He shook his head as the Knight Bus popped into existence.
"No, but I know a man who can"
The sun was well up in London when he arrived there, in the wilds of Scotland it would still be somewhere in the dimness of dawn. That was the problem with England in the winter time, it was so slow to brighten.
He looked up at the road sign, St Martins, this was where the college was, he was sure of it. He remembered one of his brief breaks with the Dursleys, they had been whittering on and on about this place, about how it was good that Dudley wouldn't have to go there. It was one of the few times in his life he'd actually managed to feel some sympathy for Dudley Dursley.
Three or four people walked out of the doors, and there was the one he had been sent to look for, the heir to Slytherin. She was pretty much a nonentity, but then when he thought about it, Tom Riddle had been so before his untimely death as Lord Voldemort and his resurrection.
Perhaps it was life's way of hiding something special, Ama was only pretty because she was startling, Hermoine was average, All of the special people he had met in life were less than ground breakingly beautiful. On the other hand people like Lucius Malfoy were astoundingly handsome, as was Draco, and they tended to be shady at least.
He shook his head and began to walk forwards, and the stopped. How do you introduce yourself to a total stranger and ask them to come with you to save a world that doesn't exist unless you're a part of it? He continued to watch her as she stopped to adjust her jacket, her hair was long and dark brown, confined in a braid, it would reach perhaps the base of her spine, long hair seemed to be in for those that could manage it.
She was perhaps his height or a little shorter, life seemed to be picking on wizards in the height department, but then he was short, she'd be about average for a woman. She started to walk down the steps, she was almost overblown in the fact that she was curvy, nothing at all like he'd expected from that brief look through the crystal ball.
Oh well, he was going to have to try it, he walked across the path until he was standing behind her and then cleared his throat.
"Umm excuse me, could I, ah, have a word?"
She turned and looked at him, her eyes were large in her face a pure deep green that looked hard and sharp.
"Yes?"
Now here was a problem, how do you say to someone, I need you to come with me to a school full of wizards and help us out, I don't know why I'm just doing as I'm told. Yes and then she'd calmly lead him to a bench and call the nearest mental institution.
"I don't suppose you believe in prophecy do you?"
He couldn't believe he'd come out with that, it was like a corny chat up line. Do you believe in fate? But her eyes had softened slightly and her brows had risen and she had an expression that said she was listening.
"Perhaps, but then what's that got to do with you?"
He could feel his own eyes widening behind his glasses, the fact that she was willing to admit to a belief at all was strange, let alone in that calm tone. Then he though back on himself, in his first year at Hogwarts he had been almost pathologically shy, she had that same sort of tone of voice, although he suspected her's didn't come from shyness.
Her head had cocked to one side and she was watching him as he'd often seen Hagrids pets doing, as if she wasn't sure if he was lunch or not, then she seemed to come to some sort of decision and she reached out and put her fingers against his face.
A sudden pain flashed through his head, centring on his scar, for a second his vision was black as it had been the day that Crabbe had tried to hex him in DADA class, then he was looking back at her and into eyes that looked almost blurred and then they seemed to focus on him.
"Very well then, lead on"
For a second he was all at sea and then he realised that with a touch she had had some sort of vision, he needed some answers and fast.
"What do you know?"
He suddenly felt hunted as if there were eyes on his back, and from the way she stirred she felt the same way.
"You're a wizard, and you and some other people need me, I can trust you"
The sentence was stilted as if they were the only facts she had, but he was impressed, according to the history of magic that he was studying for his NEWTS that sort of talent only came up once every few decades, and it was always linked to strong natural prophesying. His nod though was quick and strained those eyes felt as though they were getting closer and closer.
"All true, my names Harry, and we do need you, but right now I think we need to get out of here"
She nodded, agreement writ plain on her face.
"It's a good plan, but I think you may have left it just a little late."
He turned, the robes and masks you would recognise anywhere in the wizarding world these last three years, Death Eaters weren't common by any stretch but they were there and had been on the rise ever since the summer of Voldemorts return.
"Get out of the way, Potter, we want the girl, our master will let you live just this once in return for the favour"
He watched her face out of the corner of his eye as her eyebrows rose and she made a questioning movement with her hand.
"It's the problem with being famous, fans always want what you've got"
The voice he used was flippant, and straight out of the Malfoy collection of irritating drawls, too much time with Ama and Draco seemed to be bad for a persons sense of humour. But she had a slight smile on her face, and to his surprise it sent chills up his spine.
"I'll tell you one thing for nothing, I'm not going anywhere with the hooded hoards"
He had to restrain himself or he would have snickered at the humour, the thing that killed his mirth was the fact that wands had appeared in both of the Death Eaters hands, he pulled his own slowly out of the pocket of his jeans.
"Behind me please"
A small smile had appeared on her face and her eyes were burning like devils fire.
"Oh I think not"
She made a half kneeling motion and came up with a flick knife in her hand, the way she opened it with a practised twist of the wrist showed that she had considerable knowledge of how to use it. Which was fine but this going to be a magic battle and, and there was a member of the friendly local constabulary walking around the corner. He jerked his head and drew her attention to him.
Her knife suddenly skidded along the pavement and she screamed a high pitched sound of distress. The policeman stopped looking at the traffic and came for them at a run. Harry slid his wand into his pocket and watched the two Death Eaters with a sort of nonchalant ease.
For a second they seemed torn, probably between trying it on and running. Running won and they apparated with a practised ease that left him faintly jealous. The policeman reached their side and he looked across at the young Heir. She had mock tears streaming down her cheeks, he knew they were mock because she threw him a wink that was more than a little suspicious.
"Oh I'm so glad you came, I thought we were going to be robbed"
The accent she had suddenly came from the best part of London, not the accent less voice she had used earlier. He wondered briefly which one was real an then turned his attention back to the best piece of acting he had seen since Ron convinced his mother that a Gnome had gotten into the stew.
"I was coming back from an exam, yes I'm in placement at Laurent House, Yes my parents have only recently passed away and the relatives are all dead, I'll have…. But that doesn't matter, him oh he's my boyfriend, no he's not from Laurent House, he lives in Camden, no I don't think I'll press charges…."
While that was happening he scooped up the knife and pocketed it, the policeman was soon on his was, helmet fairly glowing with praise, and she was waiting.
"I suspect I wont be at The House when they make further enquires?"
Her voice was flat and accent less again, he wanted to ask but wouldn't, if she wanted to be anonymous then who was he to stop her. But he shook his head in answer to her question.
"No, that was quick thinking there by the way"
She smiled, her cheeks gaining some colour, she wasn't sallow by any rate but she had been a very pale peach for a moment there.
"Thanks, you don't live in homes for as long as I have without learning how to lie fast and furiously"
That would explain the references to 'The House' well he now knew two people who's childhood ranked up there with his, he gently removed his wand and stuck it out.
"You will explain those people who attacked us?"
He shook his head as the Knight Bus popped into existence.
"No, but I know a man who can"