Chapter Two: Make Over Time!
"Damn it Potter get your fucking ass out of bed you lazy scum! What the hell does it take to wake you up?! Want me to get my frickin' clarinet and play the goddamn thing for you?!" Kira shouted. It was almost eleven thirty and Harry had stayed up until four in the morning, reading over some books that Hermione had owled him so he could borrow them.
"Doesn't sound like a bad idea… at least I wouldn't have to hear your voice." Harry mumbled into his pillow.
"Yeah, but you haven't heard her play yet, have you? I'm amazed people have actually lived through hearing it."
"Screw off Sirius! Jesus freaking Chri-" Kira started but was cut off.
"Haven't I told you never to say that Kira?!" Sirius shouted at his daughter.
"Haven't I told you I don't give a flying fuck you bastard? Harry get your mother-fucking ass out of bed now! We need to leave or we won't miss the crowds!"
"Kira Taryn-Jade Black! Watch your language!"
"Fuck you." She said, bored. Harry blocked the two out, he was still really tired and didn't bother to listen to what they were saying. He finally got out of bed and pulled on the only muggle clothes he had, Dudley's old things. As he stepped out of the room, he saw Sirius and Kira screaming at each other, right in each other's faces.
"Tell me the truth Dad!"
"You're too young, you couldn't be able to handle the truth!"
"The only thing I can't handle is your breath!" she was screaming. She turned to Harry. "I refuse to go out in public with you looking like that." Quickly, she pulled out her wand and waved it at his clothes, instantly transfiguring them to fit much better, except the pants, the pants seemed almost baggier than before, yet somehow the fit around his waist. Now his T-shirt was the same red color, just much more brand new looking.
"Let's go, now. We are going to do the horrible and awful thing in the entire world. Shopping." Kira visibly shuddered at the word. "But first, we are making a quick detour to my bedroom so I can grab my money, which I so, conveniently left there." She grabbed his arm and started dragging him down the stairs.
"'Kay, come in Harry Potter," she said as she opened the door.
"So now it's 'Harry Potter'?" he said grinning. She rolled her eyes.
"It's called, 'I-was-grumpy-last-night-seeing-my-father-for-the-first-time-since-I-was-thirteen syndrome' so screw off unless you want me to start calling you 'Potter' again." She hasn't seen Sirius since… third year… I wonder why…. Harry thought.
"Why don't you like Sirius?" Harry asked her, he was dying to find out why she was so bitter towards his godfather. The only response he gained from his question was a 'I-can-kill-you-with-one-Look' glare. "Or um… you can just tell me later…" he said uneasily. Voldemort he could handle, it was fine. But with this girl who seemed entirely mentally unstable… or just plain weird, he wasn't so sure about.
"Shhh," she held a finger up to her lips, "Uncle Severus!" she shouted through the apartment. "Uncle Severus! Are you home?!" then she dropped her voice back to a normal tone, "'Guess not." Kira shrugged as she made her way into a room. "Stay out there, outside my door, just in case he is here Harry Potter, I'm not allowed boys in my room, especially you. Hell," she said, rummaging through a dresser drawer, "I'm not even allowed to have girls in my bedroom. The only person besides me to have come in here while it's my room, was Un-Uncle Severus! Hi there!" she said cheerfully.
"What is Potter doing here?" he scowled. Kira grimaced, quickly thinking up a lie. Lies were her specialty.
"We are going out to go school shopping today together so that we don't have to go alone or with a teacher, Professor Dumbledore came up with the idea you know… and…. Ah there it is! And he should have told you…" she pulled out a muggle book-bag from her closet and started going through it while talking. "We have permission to use our wands this summer you know, well of course you know, with Moldie War- erm, You-Know-Who's uprising, so we're not entirely incompetent, and so I needed to find my money, and something to carry stuff in and, ok, we're ready, let's go Harry Potter." By now both Severus and Harry were as she had been talking at an incredibly rapid rate.
"Bye Uncle Severus. Oh wait!" she grabbed a little black box from her bed and stuffed it into her bag. "See you later Uncle!" she grabbed Harry's arm and whispered from the side of her mouth "run".
As soon as the two had made it out of the castle, Kira went hysterical. "Gods! I can't believe that look on Uncle Sev's face when I almost said Moldie Warts! He was so damn confused! Come on Harry Potter we haven't got all day! Get into the carriage before Uncle Sev comes out!"
"Er… Kira… Black?"
"What?" she snapped at him once they had jumped into the carriage.
"Why are you wearing robes if we're going to Muggle London?" Harry asked. Kira sighed bitterly.
"Do I need to spell everything out to you? Gods, I'm going to change in Hogsmeade, Uncle Sev never would have bought my fib unless I was still wearing this! I shrunk my muggle, and tasteful might I add, clothes, not at all lame like these robes, and I'll shrink these afterwards and stick them in my pocket. Duh." Kira bent over to pick her book-bag off of the floor and pulled the little black box from it, tapping lightly with her wand and shoved it back in, a loud music emitted from the box, surprisingly not muffled from the closed bag.
Saw her on a Friday outside some run down saloon,
She was crying over someone that she felt left much too soon,
I said, "Hey girl, don't you cry tonight, let me take you out on this town,"
She looked at me and smiled as one last tear splashed off the ground.
With half a wink she asked me "What are you, some kind of creep?"
I told her, "No I guess I just feel your vibe is kind of deep."…
"Dandelion, LFO." She said through a half of a yawn, as if that would explain it to Harry, who had a confused look on his face.
The two teenagers sat in a tense silence for the next ten minutes, and then arrived in Hogsmeade. "'K Harry, we need to get to the Hog's Head and use their floo-place," she said, walking speedily.
"Floo-place?" Harry was confused again.
"Fire place used only for floo-powder trips. You're not muggle-born, and you don't even know?!" she said incredulously. "I'm surprised you survive Potions, let alone four encounters with the 'Oh Moldy One.'" She giggled at that thought. Kira dragged Harry into the bar, and over to a fireplace. Kira placed a silver sickle into his hand, pointing at a slot. "You put it in there, and just step into the fire when it turns green, and say 'Diagon Alley'. Okay Harry? Harry Potter I mean." Harry nodded. "Excellent, you go first just in case you mess up, I've been using floo-powder since I was like… seven. Now go!"
Harry placed the sickle into the small slot and the fire blazed a cool green color. He slowly walked in and shouted, "Diagon Alley!" and he went swirling, falling out of a fireplace by Gringotts Bank. Less than thirty seconds later, Kira popped out.
"We'll do the school shopping later, let's get a move on." She started to head towards where the Leaky Cauldron would be and she tapped the bricks in sequence and the two went into the pub and inn. After turning her music… box… thingy… off she looked around quickly, sweeping the place over.
"Hey there Tom! Can I use your back room to change again?" she asked sweetly to the kind bartender/innkeeper and he nodded as she tore around the counter and back behind. Harry stood there awkwardly, waiting.
Kira stepped out five minutes later, decked in very short baby blue denim shorts and a baby blue T-shirt which read in dark blue, 'Don't Hate Me Because I'm Stunningly Beautiful' and continued on the back with 'Hate Me Because Your Boyfriend Knows I Am'. Her hair, must have been magically fixed, was in hundreds of mini braids, each with a strand of the blue in them. Also, her hair was longer, slightly past her shoulders, apparently also magic. And she was wearing those odd see-through, glittery, and blue high-heeled sandals again. "Last but not least…" she muttered as she transfigured her large bookbag into a muggle mini one, with a shiny blue layer on the front and black straps. Also she had her hair incredibly sparkly.
She looked at Harry, whose mouth was dangling open. He had never seen a witch, pureblooded at that for Sirius only dated witches, dressed in that fashion. And it actually looked good.
"Oh gods it's too preppy isn't it?!" she said wide-eyed, ready to go change again.
"It looks good Kira, let's just go, and while we are in muggle London, just call me Harry, okay?"
"Yeah, sure…. Gum?" she said pulling out some Bubblicious (*Me no own…. Not sure if right spelling) Gum. Harry shook his head, 'no' and she brought him over to a chic jewelry, hair, and accessories store, definitely styled for teenagers.
"In here. You're getting an earring." Harry stood there shocked. She was going to destroy his body, wasn't she? "I've got a bellybutton ring, really, it's no big deal." Kira ended up having to drag Harry in and quickly spelled up a forged note and signature saying that, 'Mister Claremont' (Harry) was allowed to get any piercings he wished.
Harry left the store with a small emerald green, Kira chose the color saying it went with his eyes, fierce looking dragon earring on his right ear. Also, a small gold (he wouldn't get the silver, both together was too much Slytherin for him to handle) hoop at the top of his left ear. Also she had gotten him to agree to getting a tattoo, a black outline of a lion's head on his upper right arm. As they were leaving she grabbed up a few items he wouldn't let him see, and they headed to a beauty parlor.
"No way. I refuse to go in there." Harry protested. There was yet again more dragging. As Harry was sitting Kira was whispering in the lady who would be working on his hair and handed her the bag from the other store.
As they left, Kira handed Harry a mirror, and he noticed, to his horror, that the woman had thinned his hair, straightened it, cut it much shorter, and gelled it so that it stuck up little spikes, and the tip of each was a bright emerald green as well.
"Why did you let her destroy my hair?" Harry yelled at Kira. She merely grinned slyly.
"Don't you mean, have her fix your hair?" Harry moaned lightly. "Hmm… clothes first? Or glasses? Decisions… decisions…. I vote for glasses. And since your vote doesn't count… well glasses shopping we go!" Kira grinned and started to speak, "You know, as much as I loathe going shopping, this isn't so bad, and well, I've only spent like… a hundred pounds or so. I can't wait 'till I get to spend some real money, I've got about two thousand to spend." Harry was taken aback.
"That much?!"
"What do you mean, 'that much'? Uncle Severus does give me an allowance, and like most Slytherins, he is mega rich. So I get twenty galleons a week, which is about one hundred and fifteen (???) pounds or so… and since I have had no way to spend any of it until last summer, when he finally let me go out on my own… the money added up. This two thousand is only like, a slight bit more than two months allowance and it's well worth it, or course I have to go school shopping from my own pocket, grumble grumble (yes, Kira actually SAID "grumble grumble"! ^.*) but I've been getting this since I was seven… I'm pretty much loaded, so don't feel bad that I'm being a spend thrift."
Harry gaped. He still wasn't used to anyone talking so much besides Hermione, but Hermione actually made sense most of the time. Kira was just… weird.
They walked into a glasses store and Harry had started by downright refusing to wear contacts.
"Chill Harry, glasses make someone look much more mature than they are if they have the right type of specs… the only trouble is getting the style just right. Ah! Try these on!… No, too much green, with your eyes and all…. How about these?"
About three hundred glasses and four eyeglass stores later, they had settled on a nice black set that was oval shaped and looked quite nice, even if a bit plain in Kira's opinion.
Kira also insisted upon buying, which she did, prescription sunglasses for Harry as well, oval as well, but shiny on the outside so that you could see your reflection in the lens.
"Next stop, clothing, then Diagon Alley, then Hogwarts to go to sleep! The day is almost done, thank gods!" Kira said wearily.
Kira selected quite a few T-shirts to wear for the duration of this and the next summer so she got them one size larger. Most of them had writing on them, such as: 'Too Hot To Handle' 'Great in Green' 'Kiss Me, I'm Irish – Well Not Really, But Kiss Me Anyway.' Kira picked out a shirt for him to sleep in, reading, 'I Used Up All Of My Sick Days, So I Called In Dead.' Also she grabbed a few black muscle shirts and one in green. One of the shirts that Harry liked had a dragon on it that looked remarkably like a Hungarian Horntail, so they just had to buy it. Some khakis, jeans, shoes, and turtle-necks later, they stopped Muggle shopping and finally started on what Kira told her Uncle they would be doing all day. To keep from having fifty bags, after they left every store they shrunk the stuff and put it into one bag.
They walked into the Leaky Cauldron and Kira tapped hers and Harry's clothing, transfiguring them into robes, emerald for Harry's, he was almost sick of having green eyes… almost, and dark blue for Kira to match her hair and shoes, which she had left the same.
"I am so tired that as soon as we get back, I am going straight to bed!" Harry had finished shopping over fifteen minutes ago, but Kira had insisted on buying one more book to read for Divination, one of the adult ones, and grab an ice cream at Florean Fortesque's. Just as the two sat down and set down their parcels, Kira looked up and into the pathway.
"Oh… my… gods!" she said slowly, eyes bulging. She stood up quickly and then the image came into closer view, Draco Malfoy. "Draco Malfoy?!" Kira cried incredulously. The platinum blonde boy looked up from the shoe he was re-tying, and immediately noticed the girl with the outrageously ridiculous, yet somehow nice looking, hair.
"I had completely forgotten that you went to Hogwarts too!" she said, going up to him, Harry watched from the table.
"Kira?" Draco whispered, eyes wide. She grinned broadly and quickly nodded, latching herself onto him in a large hug. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
"I missed you so much Drake!" he quickly pecked the girl on the cheek and Harry could see that he was smiling, not sneering, or being sarcastic, but honest-to-god smiling.
"Missed you Kira. Who's the friend?" Draco nodded to the table. Kira laughed.
"Why, are you jealous? You know who he is Mister Malfoy!" she grinned.
"No clue." Draco said, not into guessing games. Kira picked up the bags and dragged Harry closer.
"Draco, meet the new, improved, and almost finished, Harry Potter." she said quickly, then poked Draco, "And be civil, I have to work with him all school year because of my… father…. I'm going to Hogwarts to finish out my education. Isn't that great!?"
"Yeah, great." Draco said distracted, staring warily at Potter, now noticing his scar. That bloody scar he was so damn famous of. Harry, noticing the glare, tried to turn his head a bit so the scar was out of view.
Draco, Harry, and yes 'Harry', I've decided you aren't as bad as I've made you out to be, I'll explain later, ok? Good. Now you two, shake hands and act though as if you only just met, and this time, Harry, don't reject Drake's hand, you do realize it was your fault you two became enemies Harry?" Kira said quickly. Harry quickly adopted a dumbfounded expression. "Like I said, ask later, I shall tell. Now kiss and make up without the kissing, unless you really want to that is…." Kira grinned slyly.
"How about I kiss you instead Tare?" (Her middle name is Taryn[pronounced Tare-in]-Jade so his pet name for her is Tare.) Draco said, eyebrows raised suggestively.
"Don't call me that in public!" she squealed.
"Truce? A start over?" Draco asked, now putting his hand out.
"Agreed." Harry said. "Yet I don't know how Hermione and Ron will deal with this…"
"Do you have to do everything they tell you to do… Harry?" Draco said trying out the name. "I think Hermione will be a bit understanding if I explain to her what and who I broke her heart for." He said tilting his head at Kira.
"You dated one of Harry's friends?" she asked, eyes wide. "I never would have thought, my ickle Drakie with a Gryffindor, he's so grown up!" she mock-squealed. Harry was confused.
"So are you guys dating… or what, you're confusing."
"I try" Kira said smugly. "Actually, we are dating, but since I was in America and I haven't seen him since Fourth Year, we decided to see other people while waiting to meet up again." Kira yawned loudly, eyes starting to get heavy. "Drake, Harry and I better head back to Hogwarts before Uncle Sev gets suspicious. See you in September." She said as she kissed him on the cheek.
Draco parted from Harry and Kira, who went to the floo-place. "Okay Harry, I sort of cheated last time, we can actually leave and get to Hogwarts by floo powder, but I wanted to take the carriage earlier, I just need to say a quick password and we go in together." She put two sickles into the small slot and the flame turned green, they each grabbed half of the bags and Harry stepped in first, then Kira. She quickly whispered something inaudible to Harry and they popped out in front of Hogwarts, no fireplace to speak of at all.
"Secret" she whispered and the two headed in, it was almost ten thirty at night and Kira was bound to get both caught, and in trouble.
"In here," she whispered as quietly as she could with Harry still being able to hear her as she stealthily opened the doors to the Great Hall. "Coming here every summer has its advantages… two and a half months to do whatever I please practically, anything to stay out of my Uncle's overly greasy hair." Kira grimace, but Harry chuckled softly.
Harry followed her as she walked down to where the Head Table was and down to the room where he had first gone when he became a Tri-Wizard Tournament Contestant. As she opened the door, she quickly stuck her wand in and cast some sort of charm on the room before they entered.
"I just cast a simple privacy spell, no paintings can see, hear, or have the knowledge of a person's presence in this room until I remove the charm. Violet is the worst gossip and would immediately tell my uncle that we were in here," she set to work, transfiguring two of the armchairs in the room into sleeping bags and setting on her black box to a new song… it sounded sort of odd though….
Life-life, is unbelievable. Life-life.
Life is good, life is great, life is unbelievable.
Life is hard, life is cruel, life is so beautiful.
Oh yeah, oh yeah. Life-life is unbelievable. Oh yeah, oh yeah.
Life-life is unbelievable.
Somewhere in life ain't yet, on my way to anywhere,
A woman named Beatrice serves me coffee,
And she smiles as if she cares.
It reminds me of this painting, that I think I've often seen.
The King's behind the counter, serving coffee to James Dean.
Harry waited a few moments as she flicked her wand at it again, turning it down so they could still hear it, just be able to talk as well. "What was that?" he asked, since this time she hadn't volunteered this information.
"Some other song by LFO, I'm too tired to even think what the title is at the moment. Harry," she looked over at the boy now. "Would you like me to see if I can do something about your scar? You seemed a bit… er… testy when Draco was staring at it earlier today."
How had she known? I didn't think she noticed it….
"Harry, it was really obvious. Your eyes usually reveal your secrets, sorry to say. So would you?" Harry smiled.
"Truthfully, I would love for no one to notice it… but how Kira?" At his question, her dark brown eyes gleamed.
"A wonderful invention called, 'makeup'. Muggle, but it will work, nonetheless." (For this we will be having Harry's scar to be like in the pictures, a dent type thing, just slightly thicker than the movie scar, but not hugely.)
Harry sighed, but let her set to work anyway. She leafed through a bag of makeup, very small with only about two different types of everything, besides nail polish, which she never used, she had about forty different colors.
She started scraping it over the scar, smoothing it, blending it with his skin, and six or seven minutes later, you didn't see a scar. You saw a small trace of makeup, yes, but not too clearly. His scar was gone. Well, until he washed his face or showered at least.
As the two teenagers curled up sleepily in the sleeping bags, Harry remembered that he was going to ask her something. "Kira… why did you not like me at first? And what were you talking about it being my fault Mal- er… I mean Draco and I were enemies…?"
"Well you see Harry…."