Chapter 1- Harry Potter and Diagon Alley
The streets were swarmed with witches and wizards, and the stores were packed, too. Diagon Alley was busier than ever before. It was only one week before school started, and quite like muggles, they had waited till the last minute to buy their school supplies. Alanna had her own list with her as she walked, squished, and even crawled between the people standing outside the shops. She walked past Eeylops Owl Emporium, Ollivander's, and the Quidditch shop.
She reread her list for the fiftieth time since she had gotten it, and then once more.
5th year students must have: Fifth Year Book of Spells Advanced Transfiguration 1001 Ways to Catch a Magical Creature Muggles turned Magick Triple Potions Hogwarts: A History
Flourish and Blotts was naturally packed with Magickal folk so she went to Gringotts instead.
The goblin behind the counter looked down at her through his half moon spectacles then smiled, revealing his pointed teeth.
" Mmyes?" He asked after awhile.
" Yea, hi. I need to withdraw," she said casually. His eyes narrowed as he logged into his new computer.
" Name, please," he said as he typed.
" Alanna Lewis." How does he type with those long fingernails, she thought as he typed away. Alanna watched him for a few minutes. She then realized that this goblin was the same goblin from the newspapers four years before when someone broke into vault 713.
" I will send a goblin for your money. Unfortunately, we don't let customers into the back to their vaults since the attempted stealing," he said. Then he added, " Besides, you don't look all that trustworthy."
Alanna's eyes went wide and she started forward when the goblin, not looking up at her from his computer, asked, " How much would you like to withdraw?"
Her eyes narrowed. "Oh, about half. I don't really know how much I'll need."
The goblin eyed her and then typed steadily on his computer.
After Gringotts, she headed back to Flourish and Blotts.
" Still packed? Man!" She said aloud to herself. Inside, there was just enough room for her to stick her head in to see what all the fuss was about.
A new Quidditch book was published called New Quidditch Players in This Century. So that's why so many people are in here, she thought to herself. She knew right then that she had to have it. She had loved Quidditch ever since she was a little girl. She always wanted to be a beater, but unfortunately her house, Gryffindor, already had two terrific beaters, Fred and George Weasley.
Slowly, Alanna made her way through the crowd to the table holding the Quidditch books when she suddenly bumped into someone. " Sorry," she muttered and kept going. Then someone grabbed her arm and whirled her around to face him.
" You best watch who you run into, if you know what's good for you," the boy spat in her face. His mouth slowly twisted into an unsettling grin making his white blond hair look even greasier. He looked her up and down with his ice-cold blue eyes. " So, what's your name?"
She turned to leave but he tightened his grip on her and pulled her closer.
" Let me go," she said angrily. His smirked grew wider as she squirmed.
" Not until you tell me your name."
She opened her mouth to speak, but then a hand shot out and grabbed the boys arm.
" Let her go, Malfoy, or you'll wish you had never even met her," a boy said sternly. He had messy jet-black hair and emerald green eyes that were half hidden by his glasses. He looked to be the same age as both Malfoy and Alanna. He gripped Malfoy firmly, and, for a second, Alanna could swear that a flash of fear erupted in Malfoy's eyes.
Malfoy loosed his grip on Alanna's arm, and the other boy let go of Malfoy's.
" I'll see you again, and I will find out your name," he said with his smirk remaining, although less. Then he turned, whipping his Slytherin robes in our faces, and strode out of Flourish and Blotts.
" Thanks a lot. He was kind of creepy," Alanna said as she turned to face him.
" Ah, no problem," the boy said. He flipped his black bangs out of his face revealing a small, lightning shaped scar.
" My God. your Harry Potter!" She exclaimed. Half of the bookstore quieted and some witches and wizards even turned toward the two fifth years.
" Sorry," she muttered and Harry nodded to some of the annoyed witches and wizards, his cheeks turning a light pink.
" It's ok, I should be used to it by now."
Alanna was overwhelmed with awe and embarrassment, which was not a good combination. She watched the bookstore go back to normal, knowing that she didn't have to be embarrassed over such a stupid thing, yet she was.
" I- I'm so sorry. I'm Alanna Lewis," she said while letting her brownish- dark reddish hair flood her face to cover up the new embarrassment. She knew that she liked him somewhat, even though she didn't really know him.
" Nice to meet you. I'm. well, you already know who I am," Harry said, offering his hand. She took it in hers and they slowly shook hands.
" Harry? HARRY! You in here?" A boy's voice yelled from the entrance to Flourish and Blotts. Harry's eyes went wide and he opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted again by the boy.
" I think I see you there. I got our books. what's takin' you?" The boy yelled and some people were hushing him. Alanna could hear him saying, " What, I'm looking for my friend. Is that a crime or something?"
Harry sighed, obviously annoyed. " Ron. A great friend, but as loud as a banshee. Well, it was truly nice to meet you."
He let go of Alanna's hand and pushed his way through the crowd toward Ron's overpowering voice. She stood there, alone again, no longer pushing to get the new book, but staring back at the entrance to Flourish and Blotts. My God, she thought, I think I have a crush on Harry Potter.
A/N: I know so far my chapters haven't been very long, but I just haven't had enough time to make them longer. I promise that I will lengthen the chapters to come. Please R&R.
D/C: It's kind of obvious that all I own in Alanna Lewis, and the story line, along with a few new characters I might make up later. The rest is owned by J.K. Rowlings.
The streets were swarmed with witches and wizards, and the stores were packed, too. Diagon Alley was busier than ever before. It was only one week before school started, and quite like muggles, they had waited till the last minute to buy their school supplies. Alanna had her own list with her as she walked, squished, and even crawled between the people standing outside the shops. She walked past Eeylops Owl Emporium, Ollivander's, and the Quidditch shop.
She reread her list for the fiftieth time since she had gotten it, and then once more.
5th year students must have: Fifth Year Book of Spells Advanced Transfiguration 1001 Ways to Catch a Magical Creature Muggles turned Magick Triple Potions Hogwarts: A History
Flourish and Blotts was naturally packed with Magickal folk so she went to Gringotts instead.
The goblin behind the counter looked down at her through his half moon spectacles then smiled, revealing his pointed teeth.
" Mmyes?" He asked after awhile.
" Yea, hi. I need to withdraw," she said casually. His eyes narrowed as he logged into his new computer.
" Name, please," he said as he typed.
" Alanna Lewis." How does he type with those long fingernails, she thought as he typed away. Alanna watched him for a few minutes. She then realized that this goblin was the same goblin from the newspapers four years before when someone broke into vault 713.
" I will send a goblin for your money. Unfortunately, we don't let customers into the back to their vaults since the attempted stealing," he said. Then he added, " Besides, you don't look all that trustworthy."
Alanna's eyes went wide and she started forward when the goblin, not looking up at her from his computer, asked, " How much would you like to withdraw?"
Her eyes narrowed. "Oh, about half. I don't really know how much I'll need."
The goblin eyed her and then typed steadily on his computer.
After Gringotts, she headed back to Flourish and Blotts.
" Still packed? Man!" She said aloud to herself. Inside, there was just enough room for her to stick her head in to see what all the fuss was about.
A new Quidditch book was published called New Quidditch Players in This Century. So that's why so many people are in here, she thought to herself. She knew right then that she had to have it. She had loved Quidditch ever since she was a little girl. She always wanted to be a beater, but unfortunately her house, Gryffindor, already had two terrific beaters, Fred and George Weasley.
Slowly, Alanna made her way through the crowd to the table holding the Quidditch books when she suddenly bumped into someone. " Sorry," she muttered and kept going. Then someone grabbed her arm and whirled her around to face him.
" You best watch who you run into, if you know what's good for you," the boy spat in her face. His mouth slowly twisted into an unsettling grin making his white blond hair look even greasier. He looked her up and down with his ice-cold blue eyes. " So, what's your name?"
She turned to leave but he tightened his grip on her and pulled her closer.
" Let me go," she said angrily. His smirked grew wider as she squirmed.
" Not until you tell me your name."
She opened her mouth to speak, but then a hand shot out and grabbed the boys arm.
" Let her go, Malfoy, or you'll wish you had never even met her," a boy said sternly. He had messy jet-black hair and emerald green eyes that were half hidden by his glasses. He looked to be the same age as both Malfoy and Alanna. He gripped Malfoy firmly, and, for a second, Alanna could swear that a flash of fear erupted in Malfoy's eyes.
Malfoy loosed his grip on Alanna's arm, and the other boy let go of Malfoy's.
" I'll see you again, and I will find out your name," he said with his smirk remaining, although less. Then he turned, whipping his Slytherin robes in our faces, and strode out of Flourish and Blotts.
" Thanks a lot. He was kind of creepy," Alanna said as she turned to face him.
" Ah, no problem," the boy said. He flipped his black bangs out of his face revealing a small, lightning shaped scar.
" My God. your Harry Potter!" She exclaimed. Half of the bookstore quieted and some witches and wizards even turned toward the two fifth years.
" Sorry," she muttered and Harry nodded to some of the annoyed witches and wizards, his cheeks turning a light pink.
" It's ok, I should be used to it by now."
Alanna was overwhelmed with awe and embarrassment, which was not a good combination. She watched the bookstore go back to normal, knowing that she didn't have to be embarrassed over such a stupid thing, yet she was.
" I- I'm so sorry. I'm Alanna Lewis," she said while letting her brownish- dark reddish hair flood her face to cover up the new embarrassment. She knew that she liked him somewhat, even though she didn't really know him.
" Nice to meet you. I'm. well, you already know who I am," Harry said, offering his hand. She took it in hers and they slowly shook hands.
" Harry? HARRY! You in here?" A boy's voice yelled from the entrance to Flourish and Blotts. Harry's eyes went wide and he opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted again by the boy.
" I think I see you there. I got our books. what's takin' you?" The boy yelled and some people were hushing him. Alanna could hear him saying, " What, I'm looking for my friend. Is that a crime or something?"
Harry sighed, obviously annoyed. " Ron. A great friend, but as loud as a banshee. Well, it was truly nice to meet you."
He let go of Alanna's hand and pushed his way through the crowd toward Ron's overpowering voice. She stood there, alone again, no longer pushing to get the new book, but staring back at the entrance to Flourish and Blotts. My God, she thought, I think I have a crush on Harry Potter.
A/N: I know so far my chapters haven't been very long, but I just haven't had enough time to make them longer. I promise that I will lengthen the chapters to come. Please R&R.
D/C: It's kind of obvious that all I own in Alanna Lewis, and the story line, along with a few new characters I might make up later. The rest is owned by J.K. Rowlings.