There is No Good and Evil
Chapter 2: New...ermmm...Friends
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for me and the characters/places that I make up in my little mind. Everything else is owned by the great J.K.R., Warner Bro. Scholastic, Bloomsbary or whoever else has this stuff copyrighted...Im just borrowing it.
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I woke up on the morning of August the 22nd quite lazily. Me and my mother had arrived in London last night and had taken rooms at the Leaky Cauldron. It was a old fashioned, cozy pub. Not my style, but I could live with it. I got up and looked in the mirror, I had slept in my contacts, something which I normally did despite the fact that it sometimes made my eyes a little irritated and red. Of course when this happened I simply applied some Madam Maltese's Eye Soother For All Occasions(Does anyone know why wizard products have a tendency to end with 'For All Occasions?') When I glanced in the mirror I decided that I was definitely due for a good long shower. I love showers--especially long ones. My hair was all knotted up and my face was rather dull. The day before had been rather exhausting.
I had took a port key from my old home to a wizarding street in New York City, where we got a portkey to Iceland, where we then took our final port key to London. We easily could have taken one strait to London but traveling by port key can be quite exhausting when it takes you too long of distances, so my mother decided to take a few stops to lower the stress. Anyway...back to the mirror, I looked like crap, I voiced my opinion to the mirror, it agreed.
After my long hot shower I fixed my hair and dressed myself in a semi-baggy pair of kacky pants and a Blink 182 t-shirt. I love muggle music, wizarding music tends to run a little behind the times. Remembering that the wizards in Europe were not so keen in wearing muggle clothes I decided to through on some blue wizarding robes that, as my mom says, match my eyes(and part of my hair). I once again examined myself in in the mirror. I was pretty satisfied. My blonde and streaked blue silky hair hung down near my eyes and just above my ears (the bottom half of my hair is short, so my hair is sort of like a bowl type cut). I was about 5' 10" and I was pretty sure that most girls back home considered my pretty good-looking, I silently hoped that the British girls had a similar taste in guys. Well, maybe not too quietley as the mirror responded "Of course they will dear, you like perfectly handsome." Mirrors are nice as long as you don't insult them.
When I decided that I looked fine I walked down the creaky old steps and into the pub that is known as the Leaky Cauldron. Funny name. It reminded me of some report I saw in the paper a year or so ago about thin cauldren bottoms. I remember things like that for some odd reason.
I spotted my mom in a remote corner of the pub immersing herself in a copy of Witch Gardening. Figures. She had dark spots under her eyes and was sipping on a cup of tea. She always did prefer tea over coffee. I walked over to her corner and slid in next to her.
"So...What's up?" I asked.
"Well, I have a meeting with Dumbledore today and was sort of hoping that you could go shopping for your school supplies by yourself today in Diagon Alley. I'll give you plenty of money for everything and you can keep whatever you don't spend." I smiled, not only was my mom giving me freedom to roam Diagon Alley today, but she was also giving me some extra money. I have a funny feeling that my smile was beginning to turn quite...errr....malicious.....because my mom immediately continued, "Or maybe I could just do the shopping for you tomorrow then?"
Im sure that my smile changed to a frown when I quickly replied, "NO, I I mean...that's okay, I can do the shopping on my own." My mom smiled and handed me a bag full of money and informed me on how I was to enter Diagon Alley. I nodded, took out my wand and headed for the ally behind the pub where the entrance to the Ally was.
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I had just made my way out of Madam Malkin's Robe Shop and was on my way to a bookstore up ahead when I accidentally bumped into a VERY pretty girl that looked like she was part asian by her black hair and dark complexion. I bent down to help her up when I saw her face. It would have been quite beautiful if it did not look so depressed. Shit. I hate talking to depressed people, they have way of making me depressed. Depressed me is not good.
I immediately apologized, "Oh Im so sorry, I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going." I proceeded to help her back up to her feet. She looked at me for a moment before replying.
"No, no it's okay, I was just deep in thought." She said this as if she didn't want to think of what she had been thinking about. She then forced a smile and continued, "So, umm...your not from around here our you?"
I smirked, was it that easy to notice? "No, I just moved here from America. How could you tell?" I knew what she would say before she even opened her mouth, but I decided that I might as well make some small talk and get to know her this girl a little.
She replied just as I assumed she would be saying, "Well, first I haven't ever seen you at school, secondly, you have a completely un-British accent, oh, and did I mention that your wearing New York Wizard Robes, which aren't sold here in Britain?"
I smiled, a real smile, not a smirk. This girl had to be observant if she noticed the brand of robes that I was wearing. I admit I didn't expect such observence from someone who was obviously so, well, down. "Ok, Ok, you got me." I then added as an afterthought, "By the way, my name is Lucious Thiel, but everyone back home had a thing for callin' me Angel. Im not sure why, I guess as a sort of joke."
"You say that as if you miss home." I shrugged, I actually didn't miss it that much. Kentucky was boring. "Well Angel, Im known as Cho Chang. Of course you don't have to say the 'Chang' part, just Cho." I smirked at the little attempt of a joke. At least she still had a sence of humor. Maybe she wasn't as depressed as I thought. One look into her eyes proved me wrong.
"Well, I have to get going. I suppose you'll be attending Hogwarts?"
"Yep. I'll be a fifth year. I guess I'll see you later then." I smiled to myself as she left. I had been able to get her to stop acting so depressed, and that had to be a good thing.
I was paying for my books later on at Flourish and Blotts when I noticed a smart looking girl with bushy hair talking to a tall boy with tall red hair and another boy with jet black hair, glasses and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. I realized that it must be the Harry Potter so I decided to go talk to the small group. Its always good to make friends with people like that. I purchased my books and walked over to them. I tapped the boy I recognized as Harry Potter on the shoulder and said, "Hey, my name is Lucifer Thiel. Everyone calls me Angel though. Anyway, I just moved here from America. I was wondering if you could show me where I could find the Apothecary?" I knew where the apothecary was, of course. I had already walked by it at least three times while going form store to store, but I needed to say something.
He replied, "Yeah, we were just going there ourselves if you want to join us." He said while motioning to the girl with bushy hair and the tall red headed boy. "Oh, by the way, my name is Harry Potter and these are my friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger."
I smiled, nodded, and replied "Cool." I couldn't help but notice how Harry seemed to be pleased that I didn't make a big deal over him being The Harry Potter. Ron and Hermione responded by giving me questioning looks. It's not that big of a deal that I wasn't starstruck over Potter was it? Maybe it was.
It didn't take me long to notice that Potter also had a troubled and depressed look in his eyes. He was keeping it hidden in everything but his eyes, which showed a definite look of trouble and despair. I don't blame him. If I had seen Voldemort be reborn then I would be a little more than simply troubled, I would probably be insane. But then again, Im not him.
The boy that I now knew as Ron asked me: "So, are you going to go to Hogwarts?" I nodded, he continued, "What house do you think you'll be in?" How did I know that was coming? It seems to be what everyone wants to know around here.
I shrugged, my mom had told me all about the Hogwart's houses. "Probably anything other than Huffelpuff. Im pretty smart so Ravenclaw might suit me. I also sort of want to prove myself like Slytherins are supposed to and some people consider my brave in my own way so Gryffindor might suit me. I prefer Gryffindor or Ravenclaw over Slytherin because I don't feel like hangin' around a bunch of gay friggin Death Eater wanna be's." (I actually wouldn't mind being in Slytherin, but its not like I'd say that in front of Harry Potter, Im not that stupid.)
"No way!?!" Harry replied, sarcasm dripping from his voice. He obviously couldn't stand Slytherin.
"Were all in Gryffindor," Ron stated proudly motioning to the three of them, "but I think the Hat meant to put Hermione in Ravenclaw but accidentally shouted out Gryffindor." Ron smirked as Hermione glared at him. If looks could tell then Ron would have been long gone dead.
We were almost to the Apothecary when we ran into a boy with blond hair and grey eyes. He was flanked by two obvious retards. "So, if it isn't Scar- face, Weasel and Mugblood." The boy smirked as Ron made to punch him, but Harry held him back. He then noticed me. In his slow and lazy drawl he said. "Well, well, who would this be?"
I replied in a particularly venomous tone because I had taken an instant disliking to the boy. "Why the hell do you care, you snotty ass son of a bitch?" It's one thing to have money, it's another thing to be stuck up about it like him.
The boy smirked, "I think I like you, my name is Draco Malfoy...What's yours?" He said this while offering his hand for me to shake. I glared at him for several seconds. Then something clicked in my head. Malfoy. That was supposedly a quite well respected wizarding family. I reached out and shook hands with him while saying, "Lucifer Thiel, I just moved here from America."
Malfoy smiled(If you could call it a smile!) and said, "I would watch it if I were you, hanging around with rif-raff like this," here he made a rude gesture towards my new, ermm, friends, then he continued, "will lead you no- where but down."
I then smirked and said, "I guess I will have to figure that out for myself, won't I? Now if you will please excuse us..." After this remark I walked past him and into the Apothecary. When I looked at my three new friends behind me they were all glaring at me. I sighed and said, "I didn't see that it would get me anywhere making enemies on my first day in Britain so I shook the asshole's hand." Harry and Hermione seemed to accept this although Ron continued to seem somewhat wary of me. I rolled my eyes.
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Later that day I returned to the Leaky Cauldron, my pockets much lighter, yet my arms much fuller. I went to my room and dumped my parcels all over my bed before going back to the pub where I reminisced on the days activities over a nice dinner that I ate. Tom, the inn-keeper informed me that my mom told him to tell me that she wouldn't be in until late that night. I sighed and retired for the night, the last thought that crossed my mind was, "Maybe these British people are not as bad as I imagined, after all, their food is excellent."
A/N REVIEW.REVIEW. please. I want some reviews before I post the next chapter. p.s. For the sake of this story the year is 2002 in Harry Potter's fifth year, not 1996 or whatever.
Chapter 2: New...ermmm...Friends
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for me and the characters/places that I make up in my little mind. Everything else is owned by the great J.K.R., Warner Bro. Scholastic, Bloomsbary or whoever else has this stuff copyrighted...Im just borrowing it.
A/N ReviewReviewReviewReview-------Please.
I woke up on the morning of August the 22nd quite lazily. Me and my mother had arrived in London last night and had taken rooms at the Leaky Cauldron. It was a old fashioned, cozy pub. Not my style, but I could live with it. I got up and looked in the mirror, I had slept in my contacts, something which I normally did despite the fact that it sometimes made my eyes a little irritated and red. Of course when this happened I simply applied some Madam Maltese's Eye Soother For All Occasions(Does anyone know why wizard products have a tendency to end with 'For All Occasions?') When I glanced in the mirror I decided that I was definitely due for a good long shower. I love showers--especially long ones. My hair was all knotted up and my face was rather dull. The day before had been rather exhausting.
I had took a port key from my old home to a wizarding street in New York City, where we got a portkey to Iceland, where we then took our final port key to London. We easily could have taken one strait to London but traveling by port key can be quite exhausting when it takes you too long of distances, so my mother decided to take a few stops to lower the stress. Anyway...back to the mirror, I looked like crap, I voiced my opinion to the mirror, it agreed.
After my long hot shower I fixed my hair and dressed myself in a semi-baggy pair of kacky pants and a Blink 182 t-shirt. I love muggle music, wizarding music tends to run a little behind the times. Remembering that the wizards in Europe were not so keen in wearing muggle clothes I decided to through on some blue wizarding robes that, as my mom says, match my eyes(and part of my hair). I once again examined myself in in the mirror. I was pretty satisfied. My blonde and streaked blue silky hair hung down near my eyes and just above my ears (the bottom half of my hair is short, so my hair is sort of like a bowl type cut). I was about 5' 10" and I was pretty sure that most girls back home considered my pretty good-looking, I silently hoped that the British girls had a similar taste in guys. Well, maybe not too quietley as the mirror responded "Of course they will dear, you like perfectly handsome." Mirrors are nice as long as you don't insult them.
When I decided that I looked fine I walked down the creaky old steps and into the pub that is known as the Leaky Cauldron. Funny name. It reminded me of some report I saw in the paper a year or so ago about thin cauldren bottoms. I remember things like that for some odd reason.
I spotted my mom in a remote corner of the pub immersing herself in a copy of Witch Gardening. Figures. She had dark spots under her eyes and was sipping on a cup of tea. She always did prefer tea over coffee. I walked over to her corner and slid in next to her.
"So...What's up?" I asked.
"Well, I have a meeting with Dumbledore today and was sort of hoping that you could go shopping for your school supplies by yourself today in Diagon Alley. I'll give you plenty of money for everything and you can keep whatever you don't spend." I smiled, not only was my mom giving me freedom to roam Diagon Alley today, but she was also giving me some extra money. I have a funny feeling that my smile was beginning to turn quite...errr....malicious.....because my mom immediately continued, "Or maybe I could just do the shopping for you tomorrow then?"
Im sure that my smile changed to a frown when I quickly replied, "NO, I I mean...that's okay, I can do the shopping on my own." My mom smiled and handed me a bag full of money and informed me on how I was to enter Diagon Alley. I nodded, took out my wand and headed for the ally behind the pub where the entrance to the Ally was.
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I had just made my way out of Madam Malkin's Robe Shop and was on my way to a bookstore up ahead when I accidentally bumped into a VERY pretty girl that looked like she was part asian by her black hair and dark complexion. I bent down to help her up when I saw her face. It would have been quite beautiful if it did not look so depressed. Shit. I hate talking to depressed people, they have way of making me depressed. Depressed me is not good.
I immediately apologized, "Oh Im so sorry, I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going." I proceeded to help her back up to her feet. She looked at me for a moment before replying.
"No, no it's okay, I was just deep in thought." She said this as if she didn't want to think of what she had been thinking about. She then forced a smile and continued, "So, umm...your not from around here our you?"
I smirked, was it that easy to notice? "No, I just moved here from America. How could you tell?" I knew what she would say before she even opened her mouth, but I decided that I might as well make some small talk and get to know her this girl a little.
She replied just as I assumed she would be saying, "Well, first I haven't ever seen you at school, secondly, you have a completely un-British accent, oh, and did I mention that your wearing New York Wizard Robes, which aren't sold here in Britain?"
I smiled, a real smile, not a smirk. This girl had to be observant if she noticed the brand of robes that I was wearing. I admit I didn't expect such observence from someone who was obviously so, well, down. "Ok, Ok, you got me." I then added as an afterthought, "By the way, my name is Lucious Thiel, but everyone back home had a thing for callin' me Angel. Im not sure why, I guess as a sort of joke."
"You say that as if you miss home." I shrugged, I actually didn't miss it that much. Kentucky was boring. "Well Angel, Im known as Cho Chang. Of course you don't have to say the 'Chang' part, just Cho." I smirked at the little attempt of a joke. At least she still had a sence of humor. Maybe she wasn't as depressed as I thought. One look into her eyes proved me wrong.
"Well, I have to get going. I suppose you'll be attending Hogwarts?"
"Yep. I'll be a fifth year. I guess I'll see you later then." I smiled to myself as she left. I had been able to get her to stop acting so depressed, and that had to be a good thing.
I was paying for my books later on at Flourish and Blotts when I noticed a smart looking girl with bushy hair talking to a tall boy with tall red hair and another boy with jet black hair, glasses and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. I realized that it must be the Harry Potter so I decided to go talk to the small group. Its always good to make friends with people like that. I purchased my books and walked over to them. I tapped the boy I recognized as Harry Potter on the shoulder and said, "Hey, my name is Lucifer Thiel. Everyone calls me Angel though. Anyway, I just moved here from America. I was wondering if you could show me where I could find the Apothecary?" I knew where the apothecary was, of course. I had already walked by it at least three times while going form store to store, but I needed to say something.
He replied, "Yeah, we were just going there ourselves if you want to join us." He said while motioning to the girl with bushy hair and the tall red headed boy. "Oh, by the way, my name is Harry Potter and these are my friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger."
I smiled, nodded, and replied "Cool." I couldn't help but notice how Harry seemed to be pleased that I didn't make a big deal over him being The Harry Potter. Ron and Hermione responded by giving me questioning looks. It's not that big of a deal that I wasn't starstruck over Potter was it? Maybe it was.
It didn't take me long to notice that Potter also had a troubled and depressed look in his eyes. He was keeping it hidden in everything but his eyes, which showed a definite look of trouble and despair. I don't blame him. If I had seen Voldemort be reborn then I would be a little more than simply troubled, I would probably be insane. But then again, Im not him.
The boy that I now knew as Ron asked me: "So, are you going to go to Hogwarts?" I nodded, he continued, "What house do you think you'll be in?" How did I know that was coming? It seems to be what everyone wants to know around here.
I shrugged, my mom had told me all about the Hogwart's houses. "Probably anything other than Huffelpuff. Im pretty smart so Ravenclaw might suit me. I also sort of want to prove myself like Slytherins are supposed to and some people consider my brave in my own way so Gryffindor might suit me. I prefer Gryffindor or Ravenclaw over Slytherin because I don't feel like hangin' around a bunch of gay friggin Death Eater wanna be's." (I actually wouldn't mind being in Slytherin, but its not like I'd say that in front of Harry Potter, Im not that stupid.)
"No way!?!" Harry replied, sarcasm dripping from his voice. He obviously couldn't stand Slytherin.
"Were all in Gryffindor," Ron stated proudly motioning to the three of them, "but I think the Hat meant to put Hermione in Ravenclaw but accidentally shouted out Gryffindor." Ron smirked as Hermione glared at him. If looks could tell then Ron would have been long gone dead.
We were almost to the Apothecary when we ran into a boy with blond hair and grey eyes. He was flanked by two obvious retards. "So, if it isn't Scar- face, Weasel and Mugblood." The boy smirked as Ron made to punch him, but Harry held him back. He then noticed me. In his slow and lazy drawl he said. "Well, well, who would this be?"
I replied in a particularly venomous tone because I had taken an instant disliking to the boy. "Why the hell do you care, you snotty ass son of a bitch?" It's one thing to have money, it's another thing to be stuck up about it like him.
The boy smirked, "I think I like you, my name is Draco Malfoy...What's yours?" He said this while offering his hand for me to shake. I glared at him for several seconds. Then something clicked in my head. Malfoy. That was supposedly a quite well respected wizarding family. I reached out and shook hands with him while saying, "Lucifer Thiel, I just moved here from America."
Malfoy smiled(If you could call it a smile!) and said, "I would watch it if I were you, hanging around with rif-raff like this," here he made a rude gesture towards my new, ermm, friends, then he continued, "will lead you no- where but down."
I then smirked and said, "I guess I will have to figure that out for myself, won't I? Now if you will please excuse us..." After this remark I walked past him and into the Apothecary. When I looked at my three new friends behind me they were all glaring at me. I sighed and said, "I didn't see that it would get me anywhere making enemies on my first day in Britain so I shook the asshole's hand." Harry and Hermione seemed to accept this although Ron continued to seem somewhat wary of me. I rolled my eyes.
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Later that day I returned to the Leaky Cauldron, my pockets much lighter, yet my arms much fuller. I went to my room and dumped my parcels all over my bed before going back to the pub where I reminisced on the days activities over a nice dinner that I ate. Tom, the inn-keeper informed me that my mom told him to tell me that she wouldn't be in until late that night. I sighed and retired for the night, the last thought that crossed my mind was, "Maybe these British people are not as bad as I imagined, after all, their food is excellent."
A/N REVIEW.REVIEW. please. I want some reviews before I post the next chapter. p.s. For the sake of this story the year is 2002 in Harry Potter's fifth year, not 1996 or whatever.