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Harry Potter and the Heir of Light and Darkness - Chapter 3 - New Faces and Friends

"So Harry, how was your summer?" Ron asked Harry excitedly as the friends made their way into the kitchen.

"Oh, you know, the usual. Harry, do this, Harry, do that. It's just a repeating cycle with those three." Harry sighed sadly as he sat down to a table not yet set. Mrs. Weasly bounced in, followed by a strikingly beautiful girl Harry had never seen before.

"Harry!" Mrs. Weasly exclaimed as she lunged on him to give him a hug. "It's so good to see you! How have you been?" she said as released him.

Harry chuckled sadly, as he said, "Let's just say, summer wasn't much fun."

"Oh, well that's a shame, doll, I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun now that you're here. Oh, and Kaori, come out! There's no need to be shy!" Mrs. Weasly cried as a girl with striking reddish blonde hair came bumbling out from behind Mrs. Weasley. She was a slim thing, but she had her share of muscle. She was wearing a frilly top that showed a bit of skin and donned loose-fitting sweatpants, which fit her perfectly. Her striking amethyst eyes were the things that attracted Harry the most, though.

She walked up to Harry, and said timidly, "Hello. I'm Kaori Knight. Pleasure to meet you," she said sweetly as she held out her hand for Harry to take.

"Charmed, I'm sure," Harry said as he took her hand without protest and gripped it firmly. When they released each other from their grasps, Kaori chuckled noticeably. Harry backed away with an incredulous look on his face. "What is it?" he asked her uncertainly.

She laughed gently. "Oh, it's nothing. Just interesting really."

"What is?" Harry demanded.

"Nothing. Forget I did anything," she said as she backed away from Harry. "I'm here as a foreign exchange student. From Romania." She raised an eyebrow mockingly, as if challenging him to say something about it.

Only a smile came however, as Harry proceeded to ask her, "Why don't you have an accent?"

She shrugged unconcernedly. "My parents came from England. We moved to Romania when I was ten. My accent can be turned on and off, if you would like," she said grinning slyly.

"Really?" Harry asked, interested now. "Well, let's hear it, then!"

Ron sighed loudly, and said, "Oh god. Here we go again."

Kaori, ignoring the red head, put on a clear Romanian accent as she proceeded to speak. "In Vromainia, ve vearn Latin. Ze accent is very very usevul ven ve are sveaking," she said incredulously.

"O.k. then. Right," Harry said, uncertainly. "Yeah, don't do that. I can't understand a word you're saying." Kaori let out a laugh, but Ron and Mrs. Weasly only sighed.

"She's been doing that all summer, just to spite us, Harry. We didn't even know she could turn the accent off until last week, when she slipped up," Ron said, taking the last cookie from the plate sitting on the counter.

"Ooo, I want one too, Ronny-kins! Gimme!" Kaori said as she wrestled him to the ground.

"Kay, get off!" Ron exclaimed when she pinned him to the ground. Kaori just smiled and calmly took the cookie away from him. She graciously got up off of him and proceeded to walk out of the kitchen. "And don't call me Ronny- kins!" Ron yelled after her as she shrugged her shoulders casually. Ron mumbled something incoherently under his breath, and turned to a rather surprised, but laughing, Harry.

"Why does she call you Ronny-kins?" Harry asked, with a smile perpetually implanted onto his face. Ron shook his head and looked down in disgust.

"Well, um, you see," he said as his voice trailed off as he glanced up at his mother, who was listening intently. "Mum? Do you mind?" Ron said as he glared up at him mother.

"Oh, I see. You don't want me here, do you?" she said as more of a statement than a question. "Well, fine then, I'll leave." She stormed out of the kitchen, looking quite flustered. Ron looked at his best friend, and they both shrugged at the same time.

"Oh well. So get on with it, tell me. Why does she call you Ronny-kins?" Harry asked, with genuine interest spanning across his face. Ron shifted uncomfortably.

"Well, I um, went on a shopping spree with Ginny and she started calling me that, and no, that wouldn't make much sense, would it? Damn, I'm a bad on the spot liar. Is this really important? No, I didn't think so. So let's just talk about something else, say Quiddich?" Ron looked at Harry hopefully, while Harry gave him a skeptical look. "Didn't think so. Well, over the summer, I kind of, erm, asked Hermione out via owl post. She came all the way over here just to say yes. Over the next few days, while Hermione and I well, did stuff, I kind of ignored Kaori and she became attached to Fred and George. And since they started calling me that because of Hermione, she-"

"Started you calling you that," Harry finished his sentence for him. "How did Hermione take to her?" Harry asked as he headed for the door. Ron looked at Harry, puzzled.

"Where are you going?" he asked him.

"Outside for a walk. So we can talk someplace private." He pointed towards the stairs, as a rush of scurrying occurred near the top step.

"Oh. Smart," Ron said sarcastically, as he glared at the stairs. "Let's go." The two friends walked outside, and didn't say anything until they were safely out of hearing range.

"So, how did Hermione take to her?" Harry asked.

Ron rolled his eyes. "She loved her, the few times Kay wasn't causing trouble with Fred and George. She's cool, Kay, except for the part about her calling me Ronny-kins." Ron spat as he said the vicious nickname. The two walked in silence for a while, until Harry finally spoke.

"She's really, really, well-"

"Hot? Yeah, I know." Harry chuckled softly.

"Yeah." Again, they were silent. Harry broke the silence again. "Great body."

"Oh, yeah," Ron replied. "Good thing I'm going with Herms. I might be tempted to do things if I wasn't."

"She going out with Fred or George?"

"Nope."

"Good." Harry smiled to himself as they rounded a corner. Ron looked at him strangely.

"Harry, you aren't thinking about-" Harry gave him a look that told him to stop. Ron sighed and shook his head. Harry laughed wholeheartedly, as he scratched him head at the same time.

"You've been doing a lot of sighing lately, haven't you Ronny-kins?" Harry said, edging him on. Ron gave him the look of death, just as Harry bolted towards the burrow.

"Harry, don't you start with that! I have to deal with that from Fred, George, and Kay, and I will not deal with that from you!" Ron yelled as he ran after him.

"Ha! I'm not the one going out with Hermione!" Harry cried, looking back as he said it. Suddenly, a tall, broad shouldered figure stepped out in front of Harry and bumped into him. Harry looked up to see a man with dark hair, almost black eyes staring down at him. He was built like a fighter, his muscles showing more than Harry would have preferred them to. Thick scars rippled down his face and body, one particular one riding right across his left eye. The man was wearing a shirt he had ripped the sleeves off of, and pants that went down to his knees. "Oh, sorry mister. Really, I am," Harry said as he backed away from the man.

The man glared down ominously at Harry, looking like he would throw a punch at the fifteen-year-old at any time now. By then, Ron had caught up to his best friend and now too, stared up at the tall man. The man cleared his throat, and in a thick Romanian accent, said "Have envy ov you sveen my Kaorvi?"



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Mrs. Weasly brewed some tea for the man that Harry and Ron had so unexpectedly stumbled upon. He was a quiet, hard person, with little to no social skills. 'The poor dear's got to get out more! He looks as if all he does is fight and eat! I know Kaori said that her father wasn't exactly the nicest person in the world, but really!' Kaori, meanwhile, was still pondering the unexpected visit from her sire, her father.

'Why is he here? I don't even like him all that much! Oh well. If he's here, I'm sure it's for good reason. He doesn't like me all that much either, matter of fact. The only reason I can think of for him to be here is-'

"Tea's ready!" Mrs. Weasley said happily. She was very good at hiding her dislike.

"Zank you," Darius Knight replied in a cold tone of voice. "It iz very nize of you," he continued.

"Oh, it's no problem at all," Mrs. Weasly replied courteously. "I love cooking really, and-"

"So what are you doing here, father?" Kaori jumped in, rudely interrupting Mrs. Weasly. Mrs. Weasly glared at her angrily, but let the girl's father answer.

Darius's eyes softened a bit as he looked onto his daughter with sympathy. "I came hearz to tell you abouz your fzend, Serivu."

Kaori's eye's widened as she stared pleadingly at her father. "What about him, father?"

"Z dived yesvervay mornving."

Kaori just looked at him in shock, not registering the words he had just said. The rest of the people there, however, didn't understand Darius, so it didn't matter. Kaori's eyes narrowed suddenly as she glared at her father. "It was him, wasn't it? He doing this just to spite us, isn't he? And to disgrace our race."

Abruptly, Darius rushed out with a flurry of words in some incomprehensible language. The father and daughter conveyed to each other in the mysterious language for about five minutes. During this time, Kaori's expression turned from remorse to hatred. Her eyes blazed with rage, and her hands gripped her legs tightly. Finally, Darius stood up to leave. Ron, Harry, and the rest of the Weasleys had no idea what had just happened. Kaori glared at him as he walked towards the door, and stepped outside.

"I trust you'll get the rest of it done?" Darius asked her coldly. Kaori nodded at him.

"Is it me, or did it just get colder in here?" Ron whispered to Harry quietly.

"Good bye, father. And you can tell him to screw himself for all I care!" Kaori said as she stormed off upstairs, to seclude herself in her room. Suddenly, Darius's expression changed, and he started to chuckle silently as he shook his head and moved towards Mrs. Weasley.

"Thank you for the tea. It was very good," he said in a perfect British accent. (A/N: I could just see everyone facefaulting right about now. *lol*) He laughed to himself, and kissed Mrs. Weasley's hand, causing her to blush. Mr. Weasley (who had been there the whole time) went red with anger, as Darius bid them all goodbye and left.

"Well. That was interesting, wasn't it?" Harry said as he picked off a piece of lint that was stuck on his shirt. "Think we should go and see what it was that's bothering her?"

"Naw. Kay doesn't like people feeling sorry for her. It's a pride thing," Ron said. Suddenly, a flurry of wings sounded from above them, and three huge chocolate colored owls came flying into the burrow. One of them landed near Harry, one by Mrs. Weasley, and the last one flew upstairs to Kaori.

"Letters from Howarts!" Ron exclaimed as he ran to his mother before she could get the letter and snatched it away from the owl. He patted the owl affectionately and set it off. Harry did the same with his after untying the letter from his owl. Another owl came zooming down from upstairs and hooted for the other owls to follow her. Harry and Ron waved goodbye to the owls as they zoomed away towards Hogwarts. Ginny abruptly came in, staring angrily at the four people in the room. Ron threw her a letter, which she caught without trouble, but continued to glare at them.

"How could you!" Ginny screeched angrily as she went over to Ron and hit him over the head. Ron rubbed the spot she hit him appreciatively, and then turned his thoughts to anger.

"What did you do that for?" he yelled at her. Harry just looked on in amazement as Ron ran to tackle her, but thanks to Mr. Weasley, failed. Arthur grabbed him roughly by the collar and held him in place.

"Now, what is this all about, Ginny?" Mr. Weasley asked her sharply. Ginny was positively fuming.

"It's about them!" she screamed, pointing wildly at Harry and Ron. "They - They - they saw how she went out crying! But did they care? No! They're just insufferable boys!"

Harry raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Gin, we didn't even know what she was crying about. Her father came in and said someone dived and then they went off in this weird language. It wasn't our fault if we didn't understand them," he said, chortling.

Ginny's rage seemed to tenfold at that remark. "NOT DIVED YOU IDIOT, DIED! HER FRIEND DIED AND YOU'RE LAUGHING ABOUT IT! YOU PEOPLE ARE JUST INSUFERABLE!" With that, she stormed upstairs, and ran to Kaori's room. Harry, Ron, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked on in shock.

"Oh. Well, that's bad," Ron said softly, looking aghast. "I guess I'll go up there. We know each other pretty well, yeah. Be right back. Maybe. Probably. Well, this might take a while actually," Ron said as he headed upstairs.

"Wow," Harry mumbled, shocked. *I wonder why her father was so cold with her about it. Strange. Strange indeed.* Mr. Weasley broke the silence.

"Well, I have to get to work. Ministry stuff. Molly, a hand, please?" he expressed as he walked away from Harry.

"Take care of yourself Harry," Mrs. Weasley said after Arthur had left. "I still don't think something is quite right with this whole situation. Have to go now," she said as she followed her husband out of the room.

*Weird. That language didn't sound like Romanian. Then again, it could be anything. But I could of sworn I heard it before.*



That's the end of chapter 3. I know it's kinda weird, I had to have this happen. Trust me, it will have relevance in future chapters, when everything is unraveled. I dunno what I'm talking about. Little to no sleep doesn't help a girl's sanity rating. Oh well. And please R&R!!

PS. This is the revised version. I changed practically nothing, but oh well. Too bad. Sux to be u.