Me Babbling On: Hello, everyone. This is my first fanfic and if you believe it deserves a flame, I will walk over to your house and something VERY bad will happen. Just JOKING!!!! ") No, umm... if that is what you believe then by all means, flame me. If you would like to e-mail me anything on my story, that would be much appreciated and I will try to e-mail you back as soon as I can. Thanks and review, but enjoy. *Shuts up quickly*
Disclaimer: I, under no circumstances, own Harry Potter or characters whatsoever. J.K. Rowling does,*Lucky* not me. So, I don't expect any lawyers or anything on my doorstep. So, don't send them, yet. *Break out in an evil smile*
Chapter 1
~*~ A Dream Unreal ~*~
"Harry, Harry, Harry," he awoke out of a dead sleep, panting hard, sweating. He had heard her, had he not or was it a dream; it sounded so real.
He put his had back to the nightstand,reaching for his glasses. He found them and put them on. He pushed back the covers and swung his feet over the side of the bed. He got up and walked to the closet, he changed into some blue jeans and a yellow T-shirt. He walked to the door, listening for his Uncle's loud snores, but heard none. Then the door slammed open in his face. He fell backward; it was Dudley.
"Hey, Mum said to get your lazy arse downstairs, right now," Dudley yelled at him.
"Dudley, did you like that pig tail," Harry said in a sing-a-song voice. Dudley shuttered at the thought and ran out of the doorway.
"Didn't think so," Harry yelled out the door after him.
He got up, flattened his hair, and checked his glasses. He knew they were not broken because in his fourth year at Hogwarts, Hermione had found a unbreakable spell and put it on Harry's glasses and they hadn't broken since. Then, he walked out the door and down the stairs.
When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he saw his Aunt Petunia, another woman, and girl about his age, 14 almost 15. They were drinking tea and laughing. Finally, his aunt saw him.
"Oh, Harry! How nice of you to grace us with your presence," his aunt said sarcastically.
"Hey, pleasures all mine," Harry said back, kind of smirking.
"Anyways, don't you want to know who this is," Aunt Petunia shot back.
"Alright," he said yawning. Not realizing that the girl was staring at him with piercing eyes, just as if she could see what he was thinking, seeing, hearing.
"Well, this is my good friend Muriel and her daughter, Vanessa," Aunt Petunia said looking quite proud of herself.
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"Hello," he said, and then he saw her staring. He looked back, 'She doesn't blink. Not even once,' he thought. He broke the contact and walked to the backdoor. "Anyways, I got chores to do, so I got to go. It was nice meeting you, bye," he said just as fast as he could, slipping out the door, but just before he did, he heard his aunt saying something about death, and he was only laid on them, and he was so unbehaved. Then, the woman saying yes, she knew, and she was so glad that her daughter was so behaved.
'Right, she is more behaved. She doesn't even say anything, she just sits there and stares at you, but then again. There is something strangely familiar about her,' he thought to himself as he walked around the house, looking for the hedge-cutters.
When he walked back around the house, hedge-cutters in hand, he saw the Vanessa girl sitting on the wall with her head bowed down. He walked closer. She looked up at him as soon as he got close enough to her. He could swear he saw her eyes really start to shimmer and get more enticing.
"What are you doing out here," he asked her cautiously. She hopped off the wall. He backed up slightly. She, at first, looked mad at his sudden movement, but then a smile spread across her face. She walked toward him. He just watched her. She passed him, while whispering, "Harry, Harry, Harry."
"Wait! How do you know about that,"he yelled turning around on his heels. When he was turned completely around, she was gone. 'Where could she have gone? How did she know that? Could she be... no that's impossible,' Harry had a million thoughts running through his head. He decided to just finish his chores outside and then walk into the jaws of the beast and see what he had to do. He left it at that.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
A couple nights after his little encounter with Vanessa, he was sent an owl. He had his window open letting a little fresh air in, when Pig, Ron's tiny owl flew through the window and landed on his bed. Harry took the note from his foot, let him drink some water, and got him on his way again. Remembering the note, he picked it up off the bed and opened it, and started reading it to himself.
Hello Harry,
My mum wants to throw a party for your 15th birthday. So, you need to come to my house. Remember, when George, Fred, and I picked you up in our dad's flying car. Well, after a little begging, he's letting us take it out again to get you because after we ran it into a tree, he got it back, fixed it up, and it's been sitting the garage ever since. Be ready!!! I know what you are thinking and yes, you need your school supplies because you will be staying with us until we set off for Hogwarts. We are coming tomorrow night.
Your friend,
Ron
P.S. Hermione is coming, of course.
'They're coming tomorrow night!!!! I'm not even ready!!! I better hurry,' Harry said practically beating himself up. He was so wrapped up in the Vanessa thing, he completely forgot he had a birthday in three days.
Harry silently crept about his room gathering his school things. He stored them all in his trunk. He quietly put his trunk under the window. 'What was that,' he thought turning around quickly. He made a quick scan of the room, nothing he could see. He fluffed it off and turned back around and finished putting his things together.
When he was done, he sighed and sat on the bed. He took off his glasses and put them on the nightstand. He pulled the covers back and hopped in. He pulled the covers up to his chin and stared at the ceiling. The last time he could make out the numbers on the clock it was 2:30.
"Harry, can you hear me," the voice said.
"Yes, I can," he said reaching for the darkness.
"You need to help me," the voice cried back to him/
"How can I do that," he said straining to see a figure.
Then, she came out of the darkness. It was Vanessa!! She was the one yelling to him, but why? They barely knew even knew each other.
"Vanessa," he yelled at her.
"Yes, it is me. Now, listen to me very carefully, Harry. When you go to Hogwarts, I am to go too. I will watch over you for a period of time, then someone else will come for you. This is for your own protection. I will be at Ron's for your birthday and stay there until we depart for Kings Cross. Do you understand," Vanessa asked with a glint in her hazel eyes.
"I understand, but why do you have to watch over me," he asked curiously.
"That is not important now. Maybe when we reach the next leg of our journey, I will tell you, but not now. Now, sleep, I will see you soon. Good-bye, Harry," she said.
"Good-bye Vanessa," Harry barely whispered.
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I hope you liked. You can e-mail me about it if you want more. Please review.
~*~* Starrynights13~*~*
Disclaimer: I, under no circumstances, own Harry Potter or characters whatsoever. J.K. Rowling does,*Lucky* not me. So, I don't expect any lawyers or anything on my doorstep. So, don't send them, yet. *Break out in an evil smile*
Chapter 1
~*~ A Dream Unreal ~*~
"Harry, Harry, Harry," he awoke out of a dead sleep, panting hard, sweating. He had heard her, had he not or was it a dream; it sounded so real.
He put his had back to the nightstand,reaching for his glasses. He found them and put them on. He pushed back the covers and swung his feet over the side of the bed. He got up and walked to the closet, he changed into some blue jeans and a yellow T-shirt. He walked to the door, listening for his Uncle's loud snores, but heard none. Then the door slammed open in his face. He fell backward; it was Dudley.
"Hey, Mum said to get your lazy arse downstairs, right now," Dudley yelled at him.
"Dudley, did you like that pig tail," Harry said in a sing-a-song voice. Dudley shuttered at the thought and ran out of the doorway.
"Didn't think so," Harry yelled out the door after him.
He got up, flattened his hair, and checked his glasses. He knew they were not broken because in his fourth year at Hogwarts, Hermione had found a unbreakable spell and put it on Harry's glasses and they hadn't broken since. Then, he walked out the door and down the stairs.
When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he saw his Aunt Petunia, another woman, and girl about his age, 14 almost 15. They were drinking tea and laughing. Finally, his aunt saw him.
"Oh, Harry! How nice of you to grace us with your presence," his aunt said sarcastically.
"Hey, pleasures all mine," Harry said back, kind of smirking.
"Anyways, don't you want to know who this is," Aunt Petunia shot back.
"Alright," he said yawning. Not realizing that the girl was staring at him with piercing eyes, just as if she could see what he was thinking, seeing, hearing.
"Well, this is my good friend Muriel and her daughter, Vanessa," Aunt Petunia said looking quite proud of herself.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hello," he said, and then he saw her staring. He looked back, 'She doesn't blink. Not even once,' he thought. He broke the contact and walked to the backdoor. "Anyways, I got chores to do, so I got to go. It was nice meeting you, bye," he said just as fast as he could, slipping out the door, but just before he did, he heard his aunt saying something about death, and he was only laid on them, and he was so unbehaved. Then, the woman saying yes, she knew, and she was so glad that her daughter was so behaved.
'Right, she is more behaved. She doesn't even say anything, she just sits there and stares at you, but then again. There is something strangely familiar about her,' he thought to himself as he walked around the house, looking for the hedge-cutters.
When he walked back around the house, hedge-cutters in hand, he saw the Vanessa girl sitting on the wall with her head bowed down. He walked closer. She looked up at him as soon as he got close enough to her. He could swear he saw her eyes really start to shimmer and get more enticing.
"What are you doing out here," he asked her cautiously. She hopped off the wall. He backed up slightly. She, at first, looked mad at his sudden movement, but then a smile spread across her face. She walked toward him. He just watched her. She passed him, while whispering, "Harry, Harry, Harry."
"Wait! How do you know about that,"he yelled turning around on his heels. When he was turned completely around, she was gone. 'Where could she have gone? How did she know that? Could she be... no that's impossible,' Harry had a million thoughts running through his head. He decided to just finish his chores outside and then walk into the jaws of the beast and see what he had to do. He left it at that.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
A couple nights after his little encounter with Vanessa, he was sent an owl. He had his window open letting a little fresh air in, when Pig, Ron's tiny owl flew through the window and landed on his bed. Harry took the note from his foot, let him drink some water, and got him on his way again. Remembering the note, he picked it up off the bed and opened it, and started reading it to himself.
Hello Harry,
My mum wants to throw a party for your 15th birthday. So, you need to come to my house. Remember, when George, Fred, and I picked you up in our dad's flying car. Well, after a little begging, he's letting us take it out again to get you because after we ran it into a tree, he got it back, fixed it up, and it's been sitting the garage ever since. Be ready!!! I know what you are thinking and yes, you need your school supplies because you will be staying with us until we set off for Hogwarts. We are coming tomorrow night.
Your friend,
Ron
P.S. Hermione is coming, of course.
'They're coming tomorrow night!!!! I'm not even ready!!! I better hurry,' Harry said practically beating himself up. He was so wrapped up in the Vanessa thing, he completely forgot he had a birthday in three days.
Harry silently crept about his room gathering his school things. He stored them all in his trunk. He quietly put his trunk under the window. 'What was that,' he thought turning around quickly. He made a quick scan of the room, nothing he could see. He fluffed it off and turned back around and finished putting his things together.
When he was done, he sighed and sat on the bed. He took off his glasses and put them on the nightstand. He pulled the covers back and hopped in. He pulled the covers up to his chin and stared at the ceiling. The last time he could make out the numbers on the clock it was 2:30.
"Harry, can you hear me," the voice said.
"Yes, I can," he said reaching for the darkness.
"You need to help me," the voice cried back to him/
"How can I do that," he said straining to see a figure.
Then, she came out of the darkness. It was Vanessa!! She was the one yelling to him, but why? They barely knew even knew each other.
"Vanessa," he yelled at her.
"Yes, it is me. Now, listen to me very carefully, Harry. When you go to Hogwarts, I am to go too. I will watch over you for a period of time, then someone else will come for you. This is for your own protection. I will be at Ron's for your birthday and stay there until we depart for Kings Cross. Do you understand," Vanessa asked with a glint in her hazel eyes.
"I understand, but why do you have to watch over me," he asked curiously.
"That is not important now. Maybe when we reach the next leg of our journey, I will tell you, but not now. Now, sleep, I will see you soon. Good-bye, Harry," she said.
"Good-bye Vanessa," Harry barely whispered.
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I hope you liked. You can e-mail me about it if you want more. Please review.
~*~* Starrynights13~*~*