Chapter Five- Gennia's Diary
"Harry! What are you doing here!" Hermoine cried, putting her hands over her face. Harry stood there, still with Ron looking at him with peircing eyes and a face full of embarrasment and a very dangerous shade of red. "Thats right I know now!" shouted Harry, with a choking voice. "How much did you hear?" asked Hermoine, peeking through her fingers and her lips made a curl that said she didn't even want to know.
"Harry, how much did you hear?" she repeated again. "Enough to know that my best friends are going out and my other best friend is moving to Salem!" shouted Harry. Hermoine shuddered. "Harry, we were going to tell you..." she started, but Harry held out a stiff hand.
"When the century's over? Just forget it alright?" said Harry finally, walking out the door.
***
At breakfast the next day, Harry sat alone, while Hermoine and Ron pleaded him to come sit next to them. He refused and dug into his pumpkin pancakes and orange juice. Suddenly,Dumbledore arrived with a pretty girl who looked like a 3rd year, younger than Harry, but about only two inches shorter than him.
She had black hair and brown shining eyes. Her smile was upside down, but as she talked to Dumbledore, she had the most beautiful voice.
Dumbledore finally cleared his throat and announced. "Hogwarts Students, I'd like to introduce you to Gennia May, our foreign exchange student from America. She will be attending Griffinder, and I expect you to be nice to her."
Gennia realesed a fake smile as she sat down three feet away from Harry with claps thundering in her ears. Under her arm she carried a leather black and white striped book.
Harry sat there, and under his bangs, his eyes wandered over to Gennia's diary. Or was it a diary? Was it a book that wasn't published? perhaps a scrapbook? Harry's curiosity had never been so huge before, but more than ever his fingertips were just craving to reach the book and just touch it for a moment, just see it...
Suddenly, Gennia faced Harry and gave a small smile. "Your Harry Potter, right?" she asked her smile turning slightly bigger. Harry only nodded, but his eyes wandered over again to the diary. It was as if the diary was telling him to grab him, There was this heat vibe between him and the diary. Finally, his fingers couldn't take it anymore...it reached out...
Suddenly, he had no idea what happend except he felt something hard land on his face, quite the figure of a hand, perhaps Gennia's. That's right. Gennia had smacked him and he had fallen down, roars of laughter ringing in his ears. Though he raised his eyebrows and gave Gennia a peculiar confused notice, Gennia paid no attention whatsoever.
"Don't mess with me, Potter." she said leaning over to his face.
"And don't touch my diary either. You may think im acting like a ----- now, but my diary's no match for you."
She got up and walked away, leaving Harry rubbing his forehead.
"Harry! What are you doing here!" Hermoine cried, putting her hands over her face. Harry stood there, still with Ron looking at him with peircing eyes and a face full of embarrasment and a very dangerous shade of red. "Thats right I know now!" shouted Harry, with a choking voice. "How much did you hear?" asked Hermoine, peeking through her fingers and her lips made a curl that said she didn't even want to know.
"Harry, how much did you hear?" she repeated again. "Enough to know that my best friends are going out and my other best friend is moving to Salem!" shouted Harry. Hermoine shuddered. "Harry, we were going to tell you..." she started, but Harry held out a stiff hand.
"When the century's over? Just forget it alright?" said Harry finally, walking out the door.
***
At breakfast the next day, Harry sat alone, while Hermoine and Ron pleaded him to come sit next to them. He refused and dug into his pumpkin pancakes and orange juice. Suddenly,Dumbledore arrived with a pretty girl who looked like a 3rd year, younger than Harry, but about only two inches shorter than him.
She had black hair and brown shining eyes. Her smile was upside down, but as she talked to Dumbledore, she had the most beautiful voice.
Dumbledore finally cleared his throat and announced. "Hogwarts Students, I'd like to introduce you to Gennia May, our foreign exchange student from America. She will be attending Griffinder, and I expect you to be nice to her."
Gennia realesed a fake smile as she sat down three feet away from Harry with claps thundering in her ears. Under her arm she carried a leather black and white striped book.
Harry sat there, and under his bangs, his eyes wandered over to Gennia's diary. Or was it a diary? Was it a book that wasn't published? perhaps a scrapbook? Harry's curiosity had never been so huge before, but more than ever his fingertips were just craving to reach the book and just touch it for a moment, just see it...
Suddenly, Gennia faced Harry and gave a small smile. "Your Harry Potter, right?" she asked her smile turning slightly bigger. Harry only nodded, but his eyes wandered over again to the diary. It was as if the diary was telling him to grab him, There was this heat vibe between him and the diary. Finally, his fingers couldn't take it anymore...it reached out...
Suddenly, he had no idea what happend except he felt something hard land on his face, quite the figure of a hand, perhaps Gennia's. That's right. Gennia had smacked him and he had fallen down, roars of laughter ringing in his ears. Though he raised his eyebrows and gave Gennia a peculiar confused notice, Gennia paid no attention whatsoever.
"Don't mess with me, Potter." she said leaning over to his face.
"And don't touch my diary either. You may think im acting like a ----- now, but my diary's no match for you."
She got up and walked away, leaving Harry rubbing his forehead.