Disclaimer: I do not own the magical world of Harry Potter or anything
connected (except my plot and Leia). They belong to JK Rowling and
(unfortunately) Warner Bros.
Notes: Sorry it took so long for the last chapter to come out, I hope this chapter hasn't taken too long either. Also, I know it's a short chapter, but I really wanted to get something up- plus, I love leaving you guys with cliff hangers* heh heh*. And thank you so much to my Reviewers: Sarah Black- I'll keep your comment in mind- and Eleanor Branstone- thanks for being supportive. And without further ado, chapter 3!
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"W-white wizard? Wh-what do you mean?" Harry became alert.
"You're the Wizard." Said Leia simply.
"But how do you- oh, I get it." Said Harry. " You're a witch too, aren't you, and just don't go to Hogwarts."
Leia didn't look surprised, "Me? Oh, no I'm no witch. What's a hog wart?"
Harry stammered, " But…you're a muggle- how do you know"
Leia of course didn't know what a muggle was, but smiled anyway, "I just do. I always have, in way. I just knew that the wizards were there. But I saw you and I realized that you," she lowered her voice again, " you are the White Wizard."
"What do you mean?" Harry demanded, frazzled.
Now Leia looked slightly surprised, "You mean you don't know?"
"No! Of course not!" said the frustrated boy.
"Oh. Then I don't know exactly what I mean. That's too bad. I thought a wizard would know."
"You don't know?"
"Of course not. I'm no wizard. I just know," She straightened and her eyes grew clear, yet they focused on nothing. " There is the White Wizard and the Black Wizard. In the end of everything and nothing, it will depend on them."
She blinked, " Oh. Funny. I never knew that before."
"Then how could you just suddenly know?" Harry was very confused about this strange girl.
" Dunno." She seemed undisturbed. She looked towards the huge clock in the middle of the station as it began to chime. "It's 9. Now I can turn in."
"Oh. Nice meeting you." Harry felt abashed, than very foolish. He didn't know her. He wouldn't ever see her again.
She suddenly looked at him intently, then gave a light smile, almost the opposite of the intenseness of her look a second ago. "Do you have anywhere to go?"
" Well…no."
"Come with me." Leia stood up, brushed back her hair, and walked out in front of the counter. She took his hand and began to pull him along behind her. Harry grabbed his stuff and went.
1 Why are you doing this? It could be a trap. You have no reason to go. Stop! The rational side of his mind said. But part of him knew that she could be trusted. Blind instinct told him that Leia was good.
"In here" They hadn't gone far, just to a door in the diner's kitchen. They went through.
Inside the walls were a depressing grey. There were a few hard cushions thrown about and a plastic chair. It was small and dark.
"What are we doing here?" said Harry, shrinking away from the bleakness of it.
"Mr. Boorgish lets me sleep here as part of the exchange for my work." She said.
Harry asked, " Doesn't it ever get a bit depressing?"
Leia lightly sprang onto a pile of cushions in the corner. "It's not like I've lived here for more than a couple of months. Besides, whenever the gets to me too much, it becomes light. I don't like the dark."
" How does it get light?"
"I dunno. You ask a lot of questions, don't you?"
Harry was taken aback. He didn't mean to be insulting or anything, "I, er, well, I'm sorry."
She laughed- a light, burbling sound like a brook over pebbles. It flowed out of her mouth and filled the room until the air seemed to be made of delicate gold.
"No, no, I don't mind. That's a good thing."
"Oh." Why couldn't he think of anything interesting to say?
"You should get some sleep." Leia threw some pillows at him and turned over on her pile. She closed her huge pale eyes and said "Good night."
Harry set down his things and laid on the pillows. "Good night."
Harry was stuck on a pile of rocks. He was being pushed back and forth, and a distant voice was calling his name. He felt trapped, but now the voice was coming closer, a comforting sound
"Harry! Harry!" He woke. Harry groaned and sat up. He felt like he had spent the night on a pile of rocks.
"I didn't know when you had to go, but if you want to eat before any customers get here, now would be a good time." Said Leia
" But what time is it?" Harry asked groggily.
"5:00; that's not too early, is it? But like I said, we should eat breakfast before any customers get here and we have some commuters who get here by 5:30."
"Okay, I'm getting up."
"Of course you are. I'll see you out there in a few minutes."
Fifteen minutes later Harry had managed to get up and straighten himself out a little. He had slept in his only muggle clothes and now they were all wrinkled. Nevertheless, he walked out to the diner's little kitchen, rubbing his back. Leia was at the shiny, silvery stove frying some bacon and flipping a few pancakes. She was humming. She turned to flip a pancake and saw Harry.
" Good Morning!"
Harry sat down, " How can you stand sleeping there at night?"
She shrugged, "Beats the station floor. Not as nice as some places I've been, I'll admit, but it works. I've been to all sorts of places without a home. I don't know if I'd like one or not. I can't remember ever being in one."
Harry was grumpy, "Oh yeah. Your mysterious past, being on the streets without any trace of why you're there."
Leia, rather than looking very hurt, just looked confused. "It's not that I'm trying to be mysterious. I don't know how I got there. I just can't ever remember another type of life."
Harry, having drunk some water, was feeling more awake and realized how rude he must of sounded. He felt a bit awkward, but Leia served them both pancakes quite normally and the tenseness broke.
" These are really good," Harry said through a mouthful of pancakes.
Leia shrugged, " Thanks. I try to make them little differently each time. I guess this time they worked out all right."
As Leia had predicted, some customers arrived early for breakfast. After that, Leia was fairly busy. Harry tried to help a little, but he had no experience with cooking or waiting, so after a bit Leia asked him to sit down and stay out of the way. Harry kept looking at the clock, waiting for 11:00 to roll around. He'd be out of the station, be at Hogwarts, never have to worry about anything concerning King's Cross until next year. With a twinge, he realized he'd never see Leia again. Why did it bother him so much? He barely knew her.
Finally, at ten o'clock, he leapt up and went into the back room to get his things. He figured it wouldn't be too early to arrive at platform nine and three-quarters. He came into the kitchen and almost ran smack dab into Leia. She had an urgent expression or her face.
"Quick," said Leia, "Do you know anywhere where there are lots of wizards nearby?"
"Well, there's platform nine and three-quarters—"
"Take us there. Now."
"What's the rush?"
Leia's eyes turned up and bore into his. " The Dark One is coming. He knows where we are."
Notes: Sorry it took so long for the last chapter to come out, I hope this chapter hasn't taken too long either. Also, I know it's a short chapter, but I really wanted to get something up- plus, I love leaving you guys with cliff hangers* heh heh*. And thank you so much to my Reviewers: Sarah Black- I'll keep your comment in mind- and Eleanor Branstone- thanks for being supportive. And without further ado, chapter 3!
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"W-white wizard? Wh-what do you mean?" Harry became alert.
"You're the Wizard." Said Leia simply.
"But how do you- oh, I get it." Said Harry. " You're a witch too, aren't you, and just don't go to Hogwarts."
Leia didn't look surprised, "Me? Oh, no I'm no witch. What's a hog wart?"
Harry stammered, " But…you're a muggle- how do you know"
Leia of course didn't know what a muggle was, but smiled anyway, "I just do. I always have, in way. I just knew that the wizards were there. But I saw you and I realized that you," she lowered her voice again, " you are the White Wizard."
"What do you mean?" Harry demanded, frazzled.
Now Leia looked slightly surprised, "You mean you don't know?"
"No! Of course not!" said the frustrated boy.
"Oh. Then I don't know exactly what I mean. That's too bad. I thought a wizard would know."
"You don't know?"
"Of course not. I'm no wizard. I just know," She straightened and her eyes grew clear, yet they focused on nothing. " There is the White Wizard and the Black Wizard. In the end of everything and nothing, it will depend on them."
She blinked, " Oh. Funny. I never knew that before."
"Then how could you just suddenly know?" Harry was very confused about this strange girl.
" Dunno." She seemed undisturbed. She looked towards the huge clock in the middle of the station as it began to chime. "It's 9. Now I can turn in."
"Oh. Nice meeting you." Harry felt abashed, than very foolish. He didn't know her. He wouldn't ever see her again.
She suddenly looked at him intently, then gave a light smile, almost the opposite of the intenseness of her look a second ago. "Do you have anywhere to go?"
" Well…no."
"Come with me." Leia stood up, brushed back her hair, and walked out in front of the counter. She took his hand and began to pull him along behind her. Harry grabbed his stuff and went.
1 Why are you doing this? It could be a trap. You have no reason to go. Stop! The rational side of his mind said. But part of him knew that she could be trusted. Blind instinct told him that Leia was good.
"In here" They hadn't gone far, just to a door in the diner's kitchen. They went through.
Inside the walls were a depressing grey. There were a few hard cushions thrown about and a plastic chair. It was small and dark.
"What are we doing here?" said Harry, shrinking away from the bleakness of it.
"Mr. Boorgish lets me sleep here as part of the exchange for my work." She said.
Harry asked, " Doesn't it ever get a bit depressing?"
Leia lightly sprang onto a pile of cushions in the corner. "It's not like I've lived here for more than a couple of months. Besides, whenever the gets to me too much, it becomes light. I don't like the dark."
" How does it get light?"
"I dunno. You ask a lot of questions, don't you?"
Harry was taken aback. He didn't mean to be insulting or anything, "I, er, well, I'm sorry."
She laughed- a light, burbling sound like a brook over pebbles. It flowed out of her mouth and filled the room until the air seemed to be made of delicate gold.
"No, no, I don't mind. That's a good thing."
"Oh." Why couldn't he think of anything interesting to say?
"You should get some sleep." Leia threw some pillows at him and turned over on her pile. She closed her huge pale eyes and said "Good night."
Harry set down his things and laid on the pillows. "Good night."
Harry was stuck on a pile of rocks. He was being pushed back and forth, and a distant voice was calling his name. He felt trapped, but now the voice was coming closer, a comforting sound
"Harry! Harry!" He woke. Harry groaned and sat up. He felt like he had spent the night on a pile of rocks.
"I didn't know when you had to go, but if you want to eat before any customers get here, now would be a good time." Said Leia
" But what time is it?" Harry asked groggily.
"5:00; that's not too early, is it? But like I said, we should eat breakfast before any customers get here and we have some commuters who get here by 5:30."
"Okay, I'm getting up."
"Of course you are. I'll see you out there in a few minutes."
Fifteen minutes later Harry had managed to get up and straighten himself out a little. He had slept in his only muggle clothes and now they were all wrinkled. Nevertheless, he walked out to the diner's little kitchen, rubbing his back. Leia was at the shiny, silvery stove frying some bacon and flipping a few pancakes. She was humming. She turned to flip a pancake and saw Harry.
" Good Morning!"
Harry sat down, " How can you stand sleeping there at night?"
She shrugged, "Beats the station floor. Not as nice as some places I've been, I'll admit, but it works. I've been to all sorts of places without a home. I don't know if I'd like one or not. I can't remember ever being in one."
Harry was grumpy, "Oh yeah. Your mysterious past, being on the streets without any trace of why you're there."
Leia, rather than looking very hurt, just looked confused. "It's not that I'm trying to be mysterious. I don't know how I got there. I just can't ever remember another type of life."
Harry, having drunk some water, was feeling more awake and realized how rude he must of sounded. He felt a bit awkward, but Leia served them both pancakes quite normally and the tenseness broke.
" These are really good," Harry said through a mouthful of pancakes.
Leia shrugged, " Thanks. I try to make them little differently each time. I guess this time they worked out all right."
As Leia had predicted, some customers arrived early for breakfast. After that, Leia was fairly busy. Harry tried to help a little, but he had no experience with cooking or waiting, so after a bit Leia asked him to sit down and stay out of the way. Harry kept looking at the clock, waiting for 11:00 to roll around. He'd be out of the station, be at Hogwarts, never have to worry about anything concerning King's Cross until next year. With a twinge, he realized he'd never see Leia again. Why did it bother him so much? He barely knew her.
Finally, at ten o'clock, he leapt up and went into the back room to get his things. He figured it wouldn't be too early to arrive at platform nine and three-quarters. He came into the kitchen and almost ran smack dab into Leia. She had an urgent expression or her face.
"Quick," said Leia, "Do you know anywhere where there are lots of wizards nearby?"
"Well, there's platform nine and three-quarters—"
"Take us there. Now."
"What's the rush?"
Leia's eyes turned up and bore into his. " The Dark One is coming. He knows where we are."
