Chapter Two: Letters
**Raven
Authors Notes: Hehe, Chelsea here, sorry Raven interrupted so much in the last chapter, and it wasn't my fault the last chapter was short, I couldn't think of what to write! OK, maybe that is my fault but that's not really the point. It's more of a blunt edge (lol Raven…). So anyway, here's Chapter Two, and if you're a dumb ass like Raven (sry buddy, I had to say that) you'll realise that it has to do with letters. No, not the kind that you're reading, the kind you send to people.
Ciao!
**Chelsea
Onward to Chapter Two!
PS- Raven, I meant were you done TYPING chapter one not writing it, dummy.
The next morning, Harry decided to write a letter to his friend, Mercedes Lupin about his newfound necklace. He kept it tucked under his shirt during his breakfast with the Dursleys to avoid pointless inquiries. Harry didn't speak a word during breakfast; he was thinking about what he was going to put in his letter to Mercedes.
He also thought about why he was telling Mercedes and not Ron or Hermione. For some strange reason, he thought that he couldn't tell them; why he didn't know. But telling Mercedes was the strangest part. Mercedes was Remus Lupin's daughter, and she was in Ravenclaw. Harry didn't know her as well as Ron or Hermione, but her most prominent features were this: she was extremely pretty and smart. (Authors Notez: sorry if I did that wrong, Raven, but that's what it looks like. And what does that have to do w/ anything, I'm sorry. I'll TRY not to interrupt anymore, but don't count on it.) It might be hard to believe, but she would know ore about this strange necklace than Hermione would.
Harry finished his bacon quietly (Author's Notez: I hate bacon… but that was fun looking @ the pigs on the way to dinner the other night… lol that was great, and it scarred Ashley for life… pigs rock! I like rocks! Sorry, I interrupted again) and headed back to his room. By this time, he knew exactly how he was going to word his letter. He sat down at his desk and began scribbling away on his parchment. When he was finished, he called Hedwig and told her who to deliver the letter to, and she set off into the daylight.
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Leo Black was extremely depressed. Since her uncle Sirius's death last semester, she had been living at Hogwarts and spending most of her time with Hagrid, which would have been interesting if she hadn't been so sad. She was also bored. Leo hated being bored.
At the moment, Leo was walking around Hogsmeade for the millionth time that summer. As she gazed at the half full shops, she thought that what she wanted most in the world was for her 17th birthday (which was August 21st) to be right this instant, so she would be of age and she could live at Number 12, Grimmauld Place by herself. There she would be around members of the Order of the Phoenix, and maybe then they would let her join the Order. (AUTHOR'S NOTES: CHEESEBURGER IN PARIDISE!!! Sry, but Jimmy Buffett ROX! Sry, too many caps)
Leo sighed and disapparated into the Three Broomsticks (she was a Transportomagus; she had been able to Apparate anywhere, even Hogwarts, since she was a baby, which was extremely worrisome for her mother) and went to the table she usually sat at. Madame Rosemerta saw her from the counter and called over the noise of the bar, "Hey, Leo! A butterbeer, right?"
"Thanks, Madame Rosemerta!" Leo shouted back and she crossed her arms on the table and put her head on top of them, her light and layered blonde hair with black highlights falling over her eyes. She sighed again and her hair flipped up and fell back down pathetically.
It was times like these (which were almost every day) that Leo wondered why she was staying at Hogwarts all by herself when she could be staying with one of her friends. She was absolutely certain that one of her friends would let her stay with them; she wasn't that much trouble.
"Okay, that's a lie," Leo mumbled softly with a small smile. Normally, when she wasn't depressed, Leo was a wild monkey, a prankster, and a downright pain in the ass, just like her friend Krystal…
Leo smiled mischievously as Madame Rosemerta brought the butterbeer over. She'd thought of something that, for the first time that summer, had made her happy.
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Harry's owl, Hedwig, flew into Mercedes's room with the letter he had written that morning. Hedwig dropped it on the bed next to a very surprised Mercedes and perched on top of the headboard. Curiously, Mercedes opened the letter, wondering why the heck Harry was writing to her the day before his birthday when her birthday had been the week before and he'd already sent her a letter. The letter read,
Mercedes,
I know this may sound strange to you, me writing you a letter when my birthday is tomorrow, but don't worry, this doesn't contain a birthday wish list. This letter is about something curious that happened to me last night.
Last night, when I was having a midnight snack (strawberries and water, in case you were wondering) I stopped eating for a moment and a strange necklace appeared on my neck. I don't know how it got there, but somehow, it did.
The weird thing is, this necklace looks like it belongs to a girl. It's on a silver chain and there is a black ball dangling from it and a bronze ring circling the ball. The ring is pretty neat though.
I'm not exactly sure why I'm writing to you about this, but I had a feeling you might know something about this necklace, like what it is or where it came from. If you don't, that's okay too.
-Harry
PS: I'll get a birthday present for you next time I'm in Diagon Alley.
When Mercedes finished reading the letter, her draw dropped in surprise and shock. Harry's description of the necklace was exactly like the necklace that had appeared on her neck last night, except hers was a deep red colour. As she figured it, she said to herself, "I bet they were made by the same person, since they're so alike." (Yet another Author's Note, sorry guyz, just a personal note to Raven, Mercedes doesn't say everything after that, you forgot to put the end quotes, so I put them in for you, I hope you don't mind :-D)
Mercedes set the letter down on her desk, and then looked at her bed, puzzled. She was totally and completely unaware of getting up and standing next to her desk. I guess I was so absorbed in the letter that I didn't notice, she thought. Turning to Hedwig, she said, "Hedwig, you don't mind staying there for a bit, do you?" The owl looked at Mercedes sceptically. "Good. Now, I'm going downstairs to ask my dad something, I'll be back in a few minutes. My owl, Tempest, should be back any minute now. While I'm gone, you two can just sit and… and… erm… chat. Yeah." Mercedes turned around and exited her room before she made a bigger fool of herself in front of an owl.
Once she got downstairs, she headed into the living room, where she knew her dad, Remus Lupin, would be reading or looking at old photographs of James Potter, Sirius Black, and Mercedes and her twin brother Miles's mother, Lisette Melisande, who was not dead (unfortunately, thought Mercedes bitterly), but living in her family's age-old mansion in France. She'd left Remus, Mercedes, and Miles when the twins were two years old when she found out that Remus was a werewolf.
Mercedes walked into the living room and her father was there, just as she predicted, looking at old pictures of his friends sadly. He looked up when she walked in, closed the photo album, and said in a hoarse voice, "Oh, hello Mercedes. What's up?"
"The ceiling," replied Mercedes automatically and Remus laughed (lol, I almost put laffed). "Actually I wanted to ask something."
"Go ahead," said her father.
"I just wanted to know if Kaida could come over for a couple of days?" asked Mercedes hopefully.
"Sure. I'll Floo to her aunt and uncle as soon as I put this album away," Remus said as he got up from his chair to put the album back.
Mercedes turned to leave, but caught herself. "Oh, and Dad?" she said.
"Uh huh?"
"When are our school letters coming?"
"I believe Professor Dumbledore told me they would be coming tomorrow."
"So can we go to Diagon Alley on the first?" Mercedes asked her dad.
Remus considered it and nodded. "Yes, I believe we can. Now, go see if Miles wants to invite Bryan or Orlando over for a few days."
"Okay," said Mercedes, and she raced out of the living room and back up to hers, not even bothering to stop and ask Miles if he wanted somebody over. To her relief, Hedwig was still there, along with her tawny own, Tempest. She gave each of them an owl treat and sat down at her desk, grabbed a quill and began a letter. She finished it very quickly. It said:
Harry,
Meet me at the Leaky Cauldron at noon on August 1st. We can talk while we get our supplies (Dad said the lists would be coming tomorrow). She ya then.
Love from,
Mercedes
PS: Don't bother getting me a present, okay?
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**Chelsea
