Disclaimer: Harry, Hermione, Ron, etc. are not mine. Avalon, David, and
Julie Rastaban are **mine** though. This story is *based* on Harry's third
year.
Chapter 2 - Avalon Rastaban
"Who was that?" Ron asked coming up from behind Hermione.
She shrugged and turned to Harry. "Did you recognize her?"
He shook his head. "No, I don't think I do. She couldn't be new could see?"
"If you mean she's a first year, she couldn't be in our class," replied Ron
"Not unless she was very advanced," Hermione said, "but I doubt that she's a first year."
They entered the classroom and saw the girl just grabbing her school bag. They watched everyone else leave chatting with friends and her exit the class alone.
"I feel bad for seeing her go walking alone," Harry said as they exited the class. They watched as some Slytherins walked by. One deliberately bumped into her and made her drop bag. Quills, parchment, and everything else scattered everywhere. The Slytherins laughed and kept walking.
"What a rotten bunch!" Ron shouted and looked to Harry for agreement. He didn't find it - or at least Harry's face.
Harry had rushed over to her. She looked on the verge of tears. "Here, let me help." He offered and started to pick up some books.
"Thank you," she said meekly. She avoided looking at him directly in the face.
Ron and Hermione join them in picking up her thing.
"I'm sorry I put you though the trouble of helping me."
"That's ok," said Ron with a smile. "We should have actually stopped those Slytherins from doing that. One of these days I swear though. We'll get them for you."
Hermione handed her some quills. "What's your name by the way?"
Harry watched as her cheeks turned pink. "Avalon. Avalon Rastaban."
"No way!" Ron shouted. "You're not daughter of David Rastaban are you?"
Avalon's cheeks turned to a darker shade of pink. "Yes."
"Who's he Ron?" Hermione asked.
He gave Hermione a you-should-know look. "He was one of the best Keepers of the Puddlemere United history! At least he would have been if-" Ron trailed off appearing to losing his train of thought.
"Yes, I know," said Avalon in a small voice.
"What year are you?" Hermione asked bluntly.
"This is my third at Hogwarts." She looked down at her shoes, not meeting their eyes.
"You're sure you aren't new?" Harry asked. Avalon nodded her head. "Then why haven't we seen you before?"
"I try to keep quiet. I don't do my homework in the common room. I usually do it in the library, away from everyone, or when everyone sleeps. So naturally I miss my meals and go to the kitchen to get them."
"Why?" Harry asked looking confused at Avalon's reasoning.
"That way I stay out of peoples way-"
"Who'd ever told you were in peoples' ways?" Ron demanded. It seemed Ron had suddenly become very protective of Avalon. "If it was those Slytherins I'll-"
Avalon stopped him from continuing with a small smile. "Its ok Ron." It seemed the smile had reached even her voice. "Its always how I felt. Since I was little I've kept to myself."
"What do your parents think about you being quiet?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing much. Both my parents died when I was a baby."
Ron and Hermione had become very quiet. They exchanged looks. "Guess we be better heading off. Come with us Avalon." Hermione said and started to walk. Ron and Avalon followed her.
Ron turned around. "C'mon, Harry, we'll be late if we don't get there soon."
Harry hadn't spoken since Avalon had smiled. She was different and he knew that right away. She made him think. It was like something had clicked inside him. Ron called for him again. Harry mentally shook his head and caught up with them. As the four walked together Harry couldn't help but look at her wonder what had given him this revelation about her. Was it the way she carried herself? Maybe it was the shyness he caught, but the boldness he knew was there. He didn't know what was it about her that made him think this, or really why. All he knew was it was because of her.
Chapter 2 - Avalon Rastaban
"Who was that?" Ron asked coming up from behind Hermione.
She shrugged and turned to Harry. "Did you recognize her?"
He shook his head. "No, I don't think I do. She couldn't be new could see?"
"If you mean she's a first year, she couldn't be in our class," replied Ron
"Not unless she was very advanced," Hermione said, "but I doubt that she's a first year."
They entered the classroom and saw the girl just grabbing her school bag. They watched everyone else leave chatting with friends and her exit the class alone.
"I feel bad for seeing her go walking alone," Harry said as they exited the class. They watched as some Slytherins walked by. One deliberately bumped into her and made her drop bag. Quills, parchment, and everything else scattered everywhere. The Slytherins laughed and kept walking.
"What a rotten bunch!" Ron shouted and looked to Harry for agreement. He didn't find it - or at least Harry's face.
Harry had rushed over to her. She looked on the verge of tears. "Here, let me help." He offered and started to pick up some books.
"Thank you," she said meekly. She avoided looking at him directly in the face.
Ron and Hermione join them in picking up her thing.
"I'm sorry I put you though the trouble of helping me."
"That's ok," said Ron with a smile. "We should have actually stopped those Slytherins from doing that. One of these days I swear though. We'll get them for you."
Hermione handed her some quills. "What's your name by the way?"
Harry watched as her cheeks turned pink. "Avalon. Avalon Rastaban."
"No way!" Ron shouted. "You're not daughter of David Rastaban are you?"
Avalon's cheeks turned to a darker shade of pink. "Yes."
"Who's he Ron?" Hermione asked.
He gave Hermione a you-should-know look. "He was one of the best Keepers of the Puddlemere United history! At least he would have been if-" Ron trailed off appearing to losing his train of thought.
"Yes, I know," said Avalon in a small voice.
"What year are you?" Hermione asked bluntly.
"This is my third at Hogwarts." She looked down at her shoes, not meeting their eyes.
"You're sure you aren't new?" Harry asked. Avalon nodded her head. "Then why haven't we seen you before?"
"I try to keep quiet. I don't do my homework in the common room. I usually do it in the library, away from everyone, or when everyone sleeps. So naturally I miss my meals and go to the kitchen to get them."
"Why?" Harry asked looking confused at Avalon's reasoning.
"That way I stay out of peoples way-"
"Who'd ever told you were in peoples' ways?" Ron demanded. It seemed Ron had suddenly become very protective of Avalon. "If it was those Slytherins I'll-"
Avalon stopped him from continuing with a small smile. "Its ok Ron." It seemed the smile had reached even her voice. "Its always how I felt. Since I was little I've kept to myself."
"What do your parents think about you being quiet?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing much. Both my parents died when I was a baby."
Ron and Hermione had become very quiet. They exchanged looks. "Guess we be better heading off. Come with us Avalon." Hermione said and started to walk. Ron and Avalon followed her.
Ron turned around. "C'mon, Harry, we'll be late if we don't get there soon."
Harry hadn't spoken since Avalon had smiled. She was different and he knew that right away. She made him think. It was like something had clicked inside him. Ron called for him again. Harry mentally shook his head and caught up with them. As the four walked together Harry couldn't help but look at her wonder what had given him this revelation about her. Was it the way she carried herself? Maybe it was the shyness he caught, but the boldness he knew was there. He didn't know what was it about her that made him think this, or really why. All he knew was it was because of her.