Sorry, forgot disclaimer ( -
None of these characters (except for Angelina and Erin Kristoff) are mine. They are the creations of J.K. Rowling and I have no legal rights over them.
And, by the way, thanks for all the great reviews. Don't worry, I'll update regularly. My schoolwork is going to suffer because I always write this story in school, but that's okay - who needs school anyway? Now, if I went to Hogwarts, that'd be a different matter. Long live Hogwarts!
Back to the story -
"For Summoning," said Harry.
"Accio," Erin replied, her eyes shut.
"Crushed snake fangs and porcupine quills."
"For healing boils."
"Disarming spell."
"Expelliarmus."
"Leader of the first goblin rebellion?"
"Bodred the Bearded."
Harry shook his dark head in amazement as he snapped a textbook shut. "Honestly, Erin, you have these books memorized."
Erin grinned. "So I happen to find magic fascinating. Even if I can't do it."
"Don't need to have magic to memorize goblin rebellions."
"True," said Erin. She hopped off Harry's bed and sat next to him on the floor. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley were at a party, and Dudley was attending a sleep over at Pier Polkiss', so Harry and Erin had the house to themselves. It was nearly 12:00 at night, and the only light came from Harry's flashlight. Erin shivered suddenly, and Harry put his hand on her shoulder.
"I'm fine," said Erin. "It's just sort of creepy, in the dark."
"Hey, Erin," said Harry seriously. He leaned in close to her, his arm sliding around her shoulders.
"What?" Erin whispered, her heart suddenly beating quickly.
"Boo!" Harry shouted in her ear. Erin fell back, shrieking in laughter.
"Hey, quiet! The neighbors will hear us," warmed Harry. He pulled Erin back up and gave her a one-armed hug. Erin stopped laughing as Harry leaned close. She lifted her face up to his, gazing into his bright eyes. Harry smiled, and Erin smiled back. Their faces were very close.
Suddenly Harry pulled away. "Ahhh," Harry gasped. He pressed one hand against his forehead.
"What?" asked Erin anxiously.
"My scar. Erin," said Harry in panic, his eyes widening, "Erin, he's here! Voldemort!"
Bam.
Startled, Harry and Erin looked up.
Bam. The sound was coming from downstairs.
Harry gasped in pain again, but Erin was already moving. With a click she shut off the flashlight.
Crash. They'd broken through the door.
Erin pulled Harry, who was still clutching his scar, over to the window. She pulled up the sash and sat on the sill.
"Search the house," said a high, cold voice. Erin felt a shiver run down her back at the very sound of it.
"Yes, master," answered another. Footsteps ran up the stairs.
Erin pulled Harry up next to her.
Slam. The Dursley's room was being searched.
Hedwig, woken by the noise, flew quickly out the window in a flurry of feathers. Harry reached in and grasped his broomstick.
Slam. Now Erin's room.
Harry slipped off the window into the air and swung his leg over the Firebolt. He waved for Erin to climb behind him.
Slam. Dudley's room.
Erin stood up on the windowsill, reaching out to Harry.
Without warning, a hand grabbed her from behind. Erin had a momentary glimpse of an upside-down, masked face before she slammed into the floor. Her head hit with a sickening crack. Erin's sight swam. She heard a yelp from Harry as the Death Eater attempted to reach him, too.
Got to help, Erin thought dully. Her eyes fell upon Harry's wand, lying on the floor next to her. Its dark wood glinted as Erin reached for it.
"Erin!" Harry shouted. "Quick, go!"
The Death Eater, cursing, drew a wand from his robes. He levelled it at Harry, defenseless and vulnerable on his broomstick. For an agonizing second, time slowed.
Then, faster than she had thought possible, Erin grabbed Harry's wand, swung it upward and shouted "Expelliarmus!" A bright red wave of magic blasted from the wand and slammed the Death Eater into the wall. The wall shuddered from the impact as the unconscious Death Eater slid slowly to the floor. At the same time, Erin heard shouts from downstairs. She heard curses and disarming spells, then the thud of many footsteps.
"Harry!" shouted a man as he burst through the door. He was tall, and what hair he had left was fiery red. "I never thought we'd make it in time - who are you?" the man asked, staring at Erin.
Erin fainted.
None of these characters (except for Angelina and Erin Kristoff) are mine. They are the creations of J.K. Rowling and I have no legal rights over them.
And, by the way, thanks for all the great reviews. Don't worry, I'll update regularly. My schoolwork is going to suffer because I always write this story in school, but that's okay - who needs school anyway? Now, if I went to Hogwarts, that'd be a different matter. Long live Hogwarts!
Back to the story -
"For Summoning," said Harry.
"Accio," Erin replied, her eyes shut.
"Crushed snake fangs and porcupine quills."
"For healing boils."
"Disarming spell."
"Expelliarmus."
"Leader of the first goblin rebellion?"
"Bodred the Bearded."
Harry shook his dark head in amazement as he snapped a textbook shut. "Honestly, Erin, you have these books memorized."
Erin grinned. "So I happen to find magic fascinating. Even if I can't do it."
"Don't need to have magic to memorize goblin rebellions."
"True," said Erin. She hopped off Harry's bed and sat next to him on the floor. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley were at a party, and Dudley was attending a sleep over at Pier Polkiss', so Harry and Erin had the house to themselves. It was nearly 12:00 at night, and the only light came from Harry's flashlight. Erin shivered suddenly, and Harry put his hand on her shoulder.
"I'm fine," said Erin. "It's just sort of creepy, in the dark."
"Hey, Erin," said Harry seriously. He leaned in close to her, his arm sliding around her shoulders.
"What?" Erin whispered, her heart suddenly beating quickly.
"Boo!" Harry shouted in her ear. Erin fell back, shrieking in laughter.
"Hey, quiet! The neighbors will hear us," warmed Harry. He pulled Erin back up and gave her a one-armed hug. Erin stopped laughing as Harry leaned close. She lifted her face up to his, gazing into his bright eyes. Harry smiled, and Erin smiled back. Their faces were very close.
Suddenly Harry pulled away. "Ahhh," Harry gasped. He pressed one hand against his forehead.
"What?" asked Erin anxiously.
"My scar. Erin," said Harry in panic, his eyes widening, "Erin, he's here! Voldemort!"
Bam.
Startled, Harry and Erin looked up.
Bam. The sound was coming from downstairs.
Harry gasped in pain again, but Erin was already moving. With a click she shut off the flashlight.
Crash. They'd broken through the door.
Erin pulled Harry, who was still clutching his scar, over to the window. She pulled up the sash and sat on the sill.
"Search the house," said a high, cold voice. Erin felt a shiver run down her back at the very sound of it.
"Yes, master," answered another. Footsteps ran up the stairs.
Erin pulled Harry up next to her.
Slam. The Dursley's room was being searched.
Hedwig, woken by the noise, flew quickly out the window in a flurry of feathers. Harry reached in and grasped his broomstick.
Slam. Now Erin's room.
Harry slipped off the window into the air and swung his leg over the Firebolt. He waved for Erin to climb behind him.
Slam. Dudley's room.
Erin stood up on the windowsill, reaching out to Harry.
Without warning, a hand grabbed her from behind. Erin had a momentary glimpse of an upside-down, masked face before she slammed into the floor. Her head hit with a sickening crack. Erin's sight swam. She heard a yelp from Harry as the Death Eater attempted to reach him, too.
Got to help, Erin thought dully. Her eyes fell upon Harry's wand, lying on the floor next to her. Its dark wood glinted as Erin reached for it.
"Erin!" Harry shouted. "Quick, go!"
The Death Eater, cursing, drew a wand from his robes. He levelled it at Harry, defenseless and vulnerable on his broomstick. For an agonizing second, time slowed.
Then, faster than she had thought possible, Erin grabbed Harry's wand, swung it upward and shouted "Expelliarmus!" A bright red wave of magic blasted from the wand and slammed the Death Eater into the wall. The wall shuddered from the impact as the unconscious Death Eater slid slowly to the floor. At the same time, Erin heard shouts from downstairs. She heard curses and disarming spells, then the thud of many footsteps.
"Harry!" shouted a man as he burst through the door. He was tall, and what hair he had left was fiery red. "I never thought we'd make it in time - who are you?" the man asked, staring at Erin.
Erin fainted.