Author's Note: Hey everyone, it's been a while! But hopefully this is to your liking.
I walked across the world to ease my troubled mind, I left my body lying somewhere in the sands of time…
- Kryptonite, 3 Doors Down
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In the last chapter…
"Coral," he started. "What are you?"
That opened her eyes fully. "What am I?" she asked incredulously. "Well, I'm fifteen, my name is Coral, I come from Russia… I'm a girl, Dumbledore owes me two pounds fifty… what do you mean, what am I?"
Harry took a deep breath. "What can your powers do?"
"Just about anything and everything."
"Can you travel through time?" he asked nervously.
"You betcha."
Harry paused. "Can you take me?"
From Russia, With SarcasmChapter Four: Escaping to Hawaii
That woke Coral up. "What the hell do you mean, take you?"
Harry rubbed his head. "Please?" he asked desperately.
"No."
"Why not?" The exclamation, even to Harry's ears sounded childish, so he sat back and pasted on a weak smile. Coral, however didn't seem to notice.
"Because I don't want to," she said lazily, looking at Harry with eyes like an eagle. Harry was unnerved by those purple eyes looking at him, but he pressed on.
"Do you know Sirius Black?" he asked shortly.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I had to pick something to be in the papers."
That stopped Harry in his tracks. "You did what!?" he yelled out to the silent red and gold common room.
"Harry, listen –"
"No, I will not listen! Who the hell do you think you are? Let me tell you something about Sirius Black!"
"He's your godfather. Wow, déjà vu. I watched that movie like a week ago."
"What? How did you know that?" There was a pause. "Ok, dumb question. But you still had no right to put my godfather in danger? Please, don't let him be caught."
"I had no right? Excuse me? You have been living up on your little high horse for years, believing that you are powerful and that no one and nothing can touch you! I had every right to do what I did, and nothing little perfect Harry Potter says is going to change that! You want Sirius Black?" she shrieked, her eyes alight with fire, her hands clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palm. "Here's your Sirius Black!" A large flaming blue ball appeared in her cupped hands, and she flung it up towards the ceiling with fury, where it burst and shook the common room. She stomped up the stairs to the girl's common room, where she slammed the door with such rage that it rivalled the tremor beforehand.
Suddenly, a filthy man with matted hair popped! into the common room. He focussed his eyes on Harry. "Ah," he said hoarsely. "Harry."
He then collapsed to the floor.
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Coral rolled her neck. "Breathe," she told herself calmly. "It's not your fault Harry's a spoiled brat with no idea of what it's like in the real world… and to the left… aw, stuff it."
A small yellow ball was flung to the ceiling, and Coral disappeared.
She viewed her new surroundings critically. The sun was just setting over the mountains, and faint luau music was being played far away. The water gave a pinkish glow, and everywhere cute waiters with no shirts were serving people frosty drinks with little umbrellas.
"Now this, this is good. Waiter? Drink?"
"Certainly, madam."
"And don't forget the little pink umbrella!" she yelled to his retreating back.
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Ginny inspected herself in the mirror. She pulled back her hair with a clip, and fastened it.
"Too boring."
She put it in plaits.
"Too childish."
She put her hairbrush down. "Why do I care?" she asked herself quietly in the mirror. She began to brush it, slowly, until her hair shone a brilliant amber red, with a goldish tint. She sat quietly at her bed, one finger curling a lock of hair, her eyes thoughtful and far away.
"I need a new look," she decided suddenly. And it has absolutely nothing to do with Draco Malfoy, she added silently. Jumping up from her bed, she opened the door, and ventured, hoping she was in luck, to the fifth-year girls dorm.
She was.
"Oh my God! Parvati! I love that lipstick!"
"Me too! I mean, it was originally eight sickles, but then it got marked down, so I got it for six! Bargain beauty or what?"
"Should I get one in pink?"
Ginny stood outside the door with her hand on the knob, and wondered if it had really come to this. Gathering up all her courage, she turned the door handle and stepped inside. The results were immediate.
"Ginny!"
"She needs a makeover."
"Totally."
Grabbing her, Parvati and Lavender propelled her to a chair, ignoring her half-hearted protests.
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Sirius and Harry were waiting in Dumbledore's office, which hadn't changed. Sirius looked better now he had had some food, and a good wash. His hair was thick and black, and the thinness he had aquired a few years beforehand had nearly gone. (A/N - *drools*)
"So, you mean, no one knows what she is?" asked Sirius.
"No one. And frankly, this time, I don't give a damn."
"Well, I'm sorry Rhett, but this is important."
Harry sighed. "Sorry, Sirius."
Dumbledore walked into the room. "Ah, Sirius," he greeted him. "How are we?"
Sirius grinned. "Well, I'm sure you're fine, but I for one am confused."
Dumbledore put on his half-moon spectacles, and sat in his chair, and one hand reached out to stroke Fawkes. "I am too."
This was not the answer Sirius and Harry were expecting. "What?" they asked in unison.
"I'm getting old, Harry. And there are still a lot of things in this world that I don't know about. Coral is one of them."
"But – surely, you must know a little?" Sirius asked, swapping glances with Harry.
Dumbledore put the tips of his fingers together. "I know very little about Coral, but that I do I will share with you."
"Coral was born on the 15th of April, 1980…
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Kirra and Mannu looked at their baby girl. "Isn't she beautiful?" Kirra asked her husband.
His fingers danced upon the baby girl's cheek, drawing circles on her soft, white skin. "She is beautiful."
"What should we call her? We need a name," Kirra asked Mannu anxiously.
Mannu looked down at his baby girl, and kissed his wife on the cheek. "We shall name her Coral, because she is just as beautiful as the sea, and twice as incredible."
Kirra nodded. "Coral, it is."
Mannu echoed her. "Coral, it is.
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Well, this one is really short, but that's what you get when you don't review! Nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah! *pokes out tongue*
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Peace,
FQ