Harry Potter and the Light of the Phoenix

By Korinna Myorin

Note: I just re-uploaded the first chapter with less grammar mistakes. Also this chapter is in mostly Erin's PoV. Hope you like it.

Chapter 3:

He walked away from the table they were sitting at, at the little café. I was like a dream Harry Potter, the best friend of her good friend Hermione. I mean he was defiantly not as good looking in the picture she last saw of him. A skinny little boy with a mop of black hair, which he still had, but was now a bit more tamed, and round black glasses. How did she recognize him she wondered, she couldn't think of it. She shook her head and gathered up her purse and started to walk back to her Aunt's place. A slight bounce in her step, and her thoughts on a certain raven headed boy.

When she got back to the house, she greeted the adults in the living room, and ran up to the study upstairs to the phone.

"I'm on the phone!" she yelled to the folks downstairs, and proceeded to dial Hermione's home number. She was had a feeling she would be home.

"Hello?" Hermione answered the phone.

"Oh my gosh, Hermione! This is Erin"

"Hey Erin, what's gotten you excited."

"Well it seems I've run into a friend of yours in town today." Erin replied smugly.

"Who?" Hermione asked confused.

"Harry Potter, the boy from your boarding school you go to, and always talk about, with a certain red head you've got your eye on." Erin could almost hear Hermione blushing in the following silence.

"Oh, be quiet about that, you better not mention that with Harry if that's him. Now what do you think of him? He's nice isn't he?"

"Hermione do you even know how gorgeous that boy is!"

"Harry? Gorgeous? You have got to be kidding me. I like Harry and all, but he's not exactly that material."

"Yes, well from what I've seen of the Mr. Weasley of yours, he's not exactly that much of golden material." Erin retorted.

"Here, why don't you do one of your infamous beautiful sketches of him, and I'll meet you tomorrow, at say 3, since I'm going out with my mom tomorrow. We'll talk more about this 'hunk' Harry."

"Fine, but don't expect much from the sketch, I'm not great."

"Don't start that, you put our whole school to shame when you were here."

"Whatever, your house then?"

"Sure, I'll see you then, bye!"

"Bye." Erin sighed, it was quite unbelievable that Harry was that good looking. She got out her sketchbook, and pencils, and started sketching his face.

'Shit,' she thought to herself, 'I've got it bad.'

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The next day Erin met Harry at the same café, and Harry told her the version of his parents dying in a car crash. She felt sorry for him he turned out so well under the influence of his aunt and uncle.

"But on a happier note, I've gotten some great friends since I've gone to school out in Scotland, " Harry finished his story.

She smiled lightly, "That's good to know." Then she remembered, "oh yes and I called Hermione yesterday, and she couldn't believe it when I described you!" She smiled, "Grew a little this summer didn't you."

Harry laughed, "That's an understatement for sure. It certainly wasn't the food they're feeding me." Harry checked his watch and said, "We seemed to have lost track of time again today, it's about time for me to head back now." He suddenly looked very nervous, and she smiled encouragingly at him. "Um, I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go to the movies tomorrow night with me, maybe around six, and we can grab a something to eat for supper also." He looked at her hopefully.

She felt the heat rising to her cheeks, 'he was asking her out!' She smiled widely, and answered, "Sounds like fun."

He smiled back at her, "I'll meet you at your Aunt's house at six then." He grabbed his stuff and with a final wave of good-bye, left.

A couple of hour's later, Erin was ringing the doorbell of Hermione's house, and Hermione answered the door. Her friend ushered her inside, and they sat down in the living room. They talked for a bit, how everything was and all, then Erin reached into her bag and pulled out her sketch book, and flipped to the page of Harry's portrait. She had to admit it was one of her better works.

"Oh my gosh!" Hermione exclaimed. "That is such a good picture, wait a second that's Harry?! He looks nothing like he did a month ago."

"I know, he's so sweet too," she smiled slyly, and while Hermione was looking at the picture seeming absorbed. "And taking me out on Friday," she finished.

Hermione jerked her head over to look at her friend, "You're kidding!"

"Nope, dinner and a movie!"

"I see he's gotten over Cho Chang," Hermione said under her breath

"Cho who?"
"Oh just someone from school," Hermione answered vaguely.

Erin looked at Hermione, "Someone I should know?"

"Oh know just someone everyone knew he had a crush on."

"Blackmail material?" Erin asked.

Hermione looked at her friend shocked, "You'd do that?" Erin nodded. "Well I suppose, though like I said everyone knew that he had one on her, poor Harry, it was so obvious. So do you like Harry?" Hermione asked curious for the answer

Erin blushed, "Um, I'm not sure, but I think I might," Erin replied in a small voice

Hermione smiled, "Then you should stop bothering me about Ron," then a thought came to her, "You better stop bothering me about Ron, if your going out with Harry."

"Darn," Erin said smiling, and snapped her fingers in a missed chance. Erin looked at her watch, sorry Herm, but I've got to get home, mum's expecting me back by five to help with supper, so I'll catch you later! Bye!"

"Bye and have a fun time tomorrow with Harry!" Hermione told her friend as they reached the door," Erin nodded and waved good-bye as she walked to the bus stop.

'I just can't wait for tomorrow, it is going to be so much fun!'

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Harry slowly walked down the street in his now regular attire of black slacks and casual collared shirt. His hands were sweaty and he tried to dry them on his slacks, he was as Tyler would say, "So freaken nervous," but he wasn't American so he wouldn't. He reached what he knew was Erin's house. He took a deep breath, and stepped up to the door and rung the door bell.

An older lady who looked almost like an older version of Erin opened the door, "You must be Harry," she said, Harry just nodded and tried to smile slightly. "Please come in for a second I'm Erin's Aunt Sophie," she then turned away from Harry, and shouted up the nearby staircase, "ERIN! HARRY IS HERE!" Harry winced slightly at the volume. "She'll be down in a second," Erin's aunt told him.

Erin came down the stairs a moment later, she was wearing some khaki slacks, and forest green shirt with a few flowers on the front, and her hair in the customary loose braid, with some short slightly curling strands framing her face. 'Beautiful, how can something so simple be so beautiful on her.' Then it struck him, 'I've got it bad, don't I"

Aunt Sophie looked between the to teenagers who were starring at each other, 'Ah young love.'

Harry snapped out of it first surprisingly, and asked, "So are you ready?"

She smiled, "Yep," she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the house before he could reply. They both laughed and set out to the movie theatre.

The movie was wonderful, it was action romance, and it was thrilling. They went to a little pizzeria for dinner, and they kept talking about the movie, their lives, and the future. After they ate, they slowly started walking toward Erin's house, they both didn't want the night to end it was so much fun. Then when they were about a block away from the house, Erin skipped in front of Harry, and said, "I'll race you?"

"You're on," Harry replied, and started to run after the girl. He caught up to her and grabbed her arm, and jerked her arm gently, to turn her around, and it also made her closer to him. They both noticed the closeness, and slowly Erin looked up a light bit, to look into his eye's they were sparkling happily.

Then slowly an unknown force drew them closer, and unconsciously Harry leaned his head down and Erin's heels rose slightly from the sidewalk below them. Their lips brushed lightly, and Erin opened her eyes, that she didn't know she closed, and looked at Harry. Then more confidently she slowly clasped her hands around his neck, as Harry's snaked there way around her waist. Then once again, they lips touched, and when they came up for air, Harry broke the silence. "Wow," he whispered breathlessly.

Erin giggled, "You said it." she leaned back in his arms, "Your really cute you know that."

Harry chuckled, "Why thank you my lady. I'll see you tomorrow hopefully?"

"Are you sure, because from what I've heard, you might rather a Cho Chang?" She raised an eyebrow jokingly.

Harry groaned, "I'm going to kill Hermione! But of course not, why do you think I'd even be here if I felt that way," Harry finished sincerely.

Erin's gin widened, "Just checking."

Harry laughed, and then pulled her in for one last kiss. He then let her go, and said good-bye, as he watched her walk up the step to her house, which they had stopped near when they were running.

Erin opened the door stepped it, and then waved. Harry started the walk on, with a goofy smile on his face which lasted, until he was on the steps of Number 4 Privet Dr. When he opened the door, Uncle Vernon was on the couch of the living room, and looked up when Harry came in.

"Where have you been boy!" He shouted at Harry.

"Out," Harry replied calmly.

"Where?" Uncle Vernon demanded.

"To the movies," Harry's eye's almost glazed over until he remembered whom he was talking to.

Uncle Vernon looked at him suspiciously, "With whom?"

"A friend of mine."

"Oh really, and who would that be?"

"Erin Heartilly," then Aunt Petunia came in.

"I remember the Heartilly's they were nice, but they acted a bit suspiciously." Aunt Petunia said.

"She seems nice enough," Harry said, and then before they could keep going, Harry ran up the stairs and into his room.

"BOY, you aren't to go out with her again." Uncle Vernon shouted up the stairs.

Harry just shook his head, they couldn't keep him here, he had some spells that he could do to help him get out. He smiled giddily, now he was sure he liked that girl a whole lot, but he didn't know what to do, she was a muggle, should he tell her? He didn't know, I guess he'd first have to see if it was going to last. He sighed; well it felt like it was going to.

A/N: Well that's chapter three, I hope you all liked it, once again that you so much for my two reviewers, I feels great to know somebody likes it. Also sorry for any mistakes of grammar of stuff I'm not great about going over my work.