Note: Everything here belongs to J.K. Rowling except for the characters
Belynn, Caspian, Matthias, Jasia, Anjy, Mimi and Carynn and the three shops
(Bene, Magickal Teas & Fruits, Morose) and the Orb of Deceit.
Mortal Peril
I: Diagon Alley and The Moroses
Harry Potter was sick of his summer job. This was likely the reason he was so happy to see the holidays over. He could return to Hogwarts for his seventh year and have an exciting school year instead of spending steamy days on Diagon Alley in a shop called Bene, which sold expensive French robes for women. He could now decipher any fabric, color, fit and style. Harry smiled as he folded the last few and tucked them neatly onto the shelf. Then, he remembered his plan. He chose what he thought was prettiest, a pale mossy green robe that was sheer and embroidered at the trim. Due to its revealing fabric, it was sold with a short, spaghetti- strap muggle dress of deep moss colored satin. It was a gift.
Harry was not sure who it was for, but he knew that this was going to be the year he'd meet someone beautiful enough to give the lovely gown to. This was going to be the year he'd have the most wonderful, beautifully dressed female on his arm at the Halloween Festival. In fact, he'd been putting a third of his salary aside for the entire summer to pay for it. He knew he did not have to worry about size, because Bene dresses were made of magi- stretch a fabric that instantly fit the wearer in the most flattering way.
He paid for the dress, and hugged the manager, who he'd become good friends with over the summer, goodbye and trailed away with his purchase. Diagon Alley was warm because August was not yet over. He saw many of the bookshops had sold out of texts and supplies. Harry had reserved all of his own things the minute his letter had arrived, and everything was packed in his trunk at his apartment. This year, he was sharing an apartment with Hermione, Ron and Lavendar Brown. In fact, Lavendar had become quite a member of their group when she'd broken her ankle and only Harry, Herm and Ron had even offered her any help through the school buildings. The four had paid for the apartment, which was in a new area of Diagon Alley, with their separate summer jobs. Ron worked at a teen club called Morose, and both Lavendar and Hermione worked in a teashop. Harry had been stuck at Bene, but it had been the best paying of all the jobs. As he walked through the lingering passerby, Harry mentally reviewed his finances. He had saved a third of his salary for his future, and the final third had covered his share of the apartment and expenses. When he reached Magickal Teas and Fruits, he stepped in.
Harry was shocked to see both girls flirting ridiculously with a guy a little older than himself. The boy had black hair, which was perfectly straight and sat messily on his tan skin. He had gray-blue eyes, and Harry swore he recognized the boy. He did recognize the boy. He was Caspian Morose and he was the son of Matthias Morose who owned the nightclub Morose. Harry was about to stroll over and embarrass his friends when he noticed a third girl. The most beautiful of the three females perched at the small bistro table.
She resembled Harry slightly, but only because she had incredibly long black hair the same shade as his, and deep green eyes. She had no scar, but she did have eyelashes that seemed to sweep everyone else out of Harry's view. She was contemplating a small flower, and when Harry looked closer he saw that it was a black elf rose. Elf roses are like orchids, but deep red or black and so rare Harry could hardly imagine why she was playing with it. She was like a veela, but deeper than that. Harry felt connected to this girl immediately. He was frozen where he was simply by looking at her.
When Harry awoke from his trance he was shocked to see they were all looking at him.
"You tranced out Harry. What happened?" Questioned Hermione, and he could see that Lavendar did not have a clue what to say.
"You are Harry Potter, " the other girl said, her accent deep, possibly Spanish and definitely not British. "I know about you. I am Belynn Morose. This is my brother Caspian." She came close, "I am sorry Harry Potter, I am being rude. Are you okay? You looked scared for a moment."
"Oh I'm fine, thanks. Nice to meet you, Belynn. Where are you from?" Harry asked, sitting with the four adolescents. He suddenly didn't feel the need to greet his friends.
"Well, to be exact, I am from Madrid, but I have lived in Greece all of my life. My father owns a nightclub here, and when I toured Hogwarts over the summer, I wanted to attend. Father is letting me transfer from Madrid Academy." She gestured animatedly, as if not used to using English yet.
"Well, wonderful. Hello Caspian," Harry said, shaking the guy's hand, "hi Herm, hey Lavendar." He was coming to his senses again. "So will Caspian be attending Hogwarts with us? Are you seventh year?"
"Caspian will be at Hogwarts, but he is not a student. He's twenty years old and will be an intern for DADA. I am a seventh year though." The girl seemed acutely aware of Harry's grasp on her every word.
"Excellent. So are we. I hope you are a Gryffindor, Herm, Le, Ron and I are." He looked at the two girls and they nodded excitedly, finishing their teas. "Would you like to walk with me to meet my friend Ron? He works…"
"At my father's night club. Of course I will join you. I could use a bit of fresh air anyway. Caspian will escort your friends to your apartment." She seemed to have the airiest control over life, as trait Harry could not help but admire and even envy.
"Well, lets go then." He stood and began to leave, offering a wave to the boisterous group.
He hardly heard chorus of goodbyes and catcalls that followed he and Belynn out of the tea shop door.
Mortal Peril
I: Diagon Alley and The Moroses
Harry Potter was sick of his summer job. This was likely the reason he was so happy to see the holidays over. He could return to Hogwarts for his seventh year and have an exciting school year instead of spending steamy days on Diagon Alley in a shop called Bene, which sold expensive French robes for women. He could now decipher any fabric, color, fit and style. Harry smiled as he folded the last few and tucked them neatly onto the shelf. Then, he remembered his plan. He chose what he thought was prettiest, a pale mossy green robe that was sheer and embroidered at the trim. Due to its revealing fabric, it was sold with a short, spaghetti- strap muggle dress of deep moss colored satin. It was a gift.
Harry was not sure who it was for, but he knew that this was going to be the year he'd meet someone beautiful enough to give the lovely gown to. This was going to be the year he'd have the most wonderful, beautifully dressed female on his arm at the Halloween Festival. In fact, he'd been putting a third of his salary aside for the entire summer to pay for it. He knew he did not have to worry about size, because Bene dresses were made of magi- stretch a fabric that instantly fit the wearer in the most flattering way.
He paid for the dress, and hugged the manager, who he'd become good friends with over the summer, goodbye and trailed away with his purchase. Diagon Alley was warm because August was not yet over. He saw many of the bookshops had sold out of texts and supplies. Harry had reserved all of his own things the minute his letter had arrived, and everything was packed in his trunk at his apartment. This year, he was sharing an apartment with Hermione, Ron and Lavendar Brown. In fact, Lavendar had become quite a member of their group when she'd broken her ankle and only Harry, Herm and Ron had even offered her any help through the school buildings. The four had paid for the apartment, which was in a new area of Diagon Alley, with their separate summer jobs. Ron worked at a teen club called Morose, and both Lavendar and Hermione worked in a teashop. Harry had been stuck at Bene, but it had been the best paying of all the jobs. As he walked through the lingering passerby, Harry mentally reviewed his finances. He had saved a third of his salary for his future, and the final third had covered his share of the apartment and expenses. When he reached Magickal Teas and Fruits, he stepped in.
Harry was shocked to see both girls flirting ridiculously with a guy a little older than himself. The boy had black hair, which was perfectly straight and sat messily on his tan skin. He had gray-blue eyes, and Harry swore he recognized the boy. He did recognize the boy. He was Caspian Morose and he was the son of Matthias Morose who owned the nightclub Morose. Harry was about to stroll over and embarrass his friends when he noticed a third girl. The most beautiful of the three females perched at the small bistro table.
She resembled Harry slightly, but only because she had incredibly long black hair the same shade as his, and deep green eyes. She had no scar, but she did have eyelashes that seemed to sweep everyone else out of Harry's view. She was contemplating a small flower, and when Harry looked closer he saw that it was a black elf rose. Elf roses are like orchids, but deep red or black and so rare Harry could hardly imagine why she was playing with it. She was like a veela, but deeper than that. Harry felt connected to this girl immediately. He was frozen where he was simply by looking at her.
When Harry awoke from his trance he was shocked to see they were all looking at him.
"You tranced out Harry. What happened?" Questioned Hermione, and he could see that Lavendar did not have a clue what to say.
"You are Harry Potter, " the other girl said, her accent deep, possibly Spanish and definitely not British. "I know about you. I am Belynn Morose. This is my brother Caspian." She came close, "I am sorry Harry Potter, I am being rude. Are you okay? You looked scared for a moment."
"Oh I'm fine, thanks. Nice to meet you, Belynn. Where are you from?" Harry asked, sitting with the four adolescents. He suddenly didn't feel the need to greet his friends.
"Well, to be exact, I am from Madrid, but I have lived in Greece all of my life. My father owns a nightclub here, and when I toured Hogwarts over the summer, I wanted to attend. Father is letting me transfer from Madrid Academy." She gestured animatedly, as if not used to using English yet.
"Well, wonderful. Hello Caspian," Harry said, shaking the guy's hand, "hi Herm, hey Lavendar." He was coming to his senses again. "So will Caspian be attending Hogwarts with us? Are you seventh year?"
"Caspian will be at Hogwarts, but he is not a student. He's twenty years old and will be an intern for DADA. I am a seventh year though." The girl seemed acutely aware of Harry's grasp on her every word.
"Excellent. So are we. I hope you are a Gryffindor, Herm, Le, Ron and I are." He looked at the two girls and they nodded excitedly, finishing their teas. "Would you like to walk with me to meet my friend Ron? He works…"
"At my father's night club. Of course I will join you. I could use a bit of fresh air anyway. Caspian will escort your friends to your apartment." She seemed to have the airiest control over life, as trait Harry could not help but admire and even envy.
"Well, lets go then." He stood and began to leave, offering a wave to the boisterous group.
He hardly heard chorus of goodbyes and catcalls that followed he and Belynn out of the tea shop door.