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Joss Whedon was influential.
Summary: Harry Potter and friends are in their 7th and final year at Hogwarts when an interesting American exchange student arrives.
The Demon Hunter and the Boy-Who-Lived
Chapter 1:
Harry Potter looked through the crowd to find his two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. Soon Ron's red head was easily spotted coming towards him along with a girl with a Head Girl's badge on who was none other than Hermione.
"Hi Harry," Hermione greeted with a small hug.
Ron held back and said a quick,"Hey," before launching into talk. As they worked to find their own compartment, the conversation came on to Head Boy. "So who do you think got it? I already talked to all the prefects from last year, none of them got it," Ron said as they entered a compartment with only one person. The girl didn't look up from the window as they sat down.
"You talked to Malfoy?" Harry asked with a smile. He couldn't even imagine it.
"Well, no. I asked everyone but Malfoy. Don't telll me I've got to ask him," Ron said it with a look of desperation on his face.
"No need. I got it," Harry responded nonchalantly.
"Oh my God, Harry. That is so great why didn't you tell us?" Hermione asked, eyes bright.
"It never came up," Harry said. In truth, Harry really didn't care. Sure it was a great honor but what did it matter beside surviving when an evil wizard was after you. Lord Voldemort had been after him ever since he was one yr. old.
"That's great. That makes the Head students both Gryffindors," Ron said patting Harry on his back.
"Well, the bus is about to leave. We should give the prefects their orders," Hermione said, getting up.
"You can do it. I don't really feel like it," Harry answered. Hermione gave him a disapproving look but exited the compartment. She learned back in their first year that it was no use trying to change his mind.
"Blowing off your duties as Head Boy already," Ron laughed. "I don't think one's done that since."
"My father," Harry answered.
"School pranker with a badge, that's dangerous," Ron laughed again and Harry joined in.
"Ahh.the Potters and their certain disregard for rules, as Dumbledore put it," Harry said thinking back to everything he learned about his parents.
"Potter?" a voice asked from the corner of the compartment. Ron and Harry turned to see the girl that was in it before them. She had dark hair swept up in a messy bun and eyes that seemed to go from honey to green. She wasn't in her robes yet and she had a great figure, thought Harry. The girl was wearing tight black jean and a dark brown spaghetti strap tank top. But most stunning of all was the fact that her voice had a weird accent.
"Excuse me?" Harry said.
"I just said Potter as in world famous Harry," the girl said sarcastically. She stood up showing that she had to be at least 5'7". Harry himself was 6'1" and Ron 6'3". "I've heard a lot about you, I mean who hasn't."
"Yeah, I'm Harry and this is Ron Weasley," Harry said holding out his hand for a handshake.
The girl looked at it." I'm Nicole, the American exchange student," she said shaking his hand. So, that's where the accent was from, Harry thought to himself.
"American, huh?" asked Ron after shaking her hand.
"Yep, land of the free and all that junk in history books," she responded taking a seat again. This time it was slightly closer to them. Harry didn't know why but he was extremely glad. She was hot.
"So, how's it like?" Ron asked, excitedly.
"Americy. There's the whole we are the best theme going on, either than that it's pretty good," she responded again, sarcastically. This girl's got a thing for sarcasm, Harry thought.
"Americy? Is that a word?" he asked, amused.
Nicole smiled and responded," Well, I have a thing for making nouns, adjectives. It's a great way to describe things." After looking at their confused looks she added," Think about it. What's a better way to describe a couch than adding a -y and making it couchy."
Ron and Harry laughed before the compartment door opened, revealing a certain bleached head and cocky grin. "Potter, Weasley, nice to see you again," Malfoy said, sarcastically.
"What are you doing here?" Harry responded viciously. He absolutely hated Draco Malfoy.
"Easy Potter. Have you happened to met the American yet?" Malfoy asked still grinning.
Harry was a bout to respond when Nicole stood up. "You're standing in front of her," she said.
"Ahh..a hot one aren't you You want to come join me in my compartment?" Malfoy asked.
"Umm.I don't know. Oh, how about no," she said smiling a sarcastic smile.
"Oh, come on you know you want me," Draco said smiling. "You know I like spunk.
Nicole smiled. "Get lost before I make you wish you did," she said her eyes glinting maliciously.
Malfoy laughed. "You're an American, what can you do to me?"
"Are we talking wand less or with wand? Muggleborns can have a one up," she said knowing that it would hit his sore spot. The word muggleborn was like poison to Malfoy.
"You're a mudblood?" Malfoy asked.
"A hot one as you put it," she said. "Wait until the school knows you were hitting on a 'mudblood'?" she said smiling.
Malfoy stepped up and grabbed her viciously. Harry and Ron both went to move to her but before they knew it Malfoy was flung across the room and there wasn't a wand in Nicole's hand. "Wand less it is," she muttered. Malfoy got up shakily with something like respect shining in his eyes. That was something Harry never thought he would see. As he went to leave Nicole said," Bye now."
She turned back to them and a voice said," Your mouths are touching the floor you know?"
They turned around to see Hermione standing in the doorway smiling. "By the looks on your face I'm guessing you were the one who shook Malfoy up a bit. You must be the American. Hi, I'm Hermione Granger."
"Nicole Marmer," Nicole responded. "It was actually fun. He was hitting on me, found out I was muggleborn, and lost it. Next thing he knows it he's on the ground. I didn't even use a wand," Nicole said smiling smugly.
Hermione raised an eyebrow and then laughed. "Sorry I missed it," she said with a smile. The train started slowing up. "You three should throw on your robes," she said as she stood up. Nicole, Harry, and Ron threw on their robes over their clothes and walked out of the train. Harry looked down and noticed that Nicole was wearing combat boots. Punk rocker, Harry decided.
The three grabbed a carriage and were soon joined by Ginny Weasley. "Hello all. Hello, I'm Ginny."
"Nicole," she said and shook Ginny's hand. It was weird. Harry and her weren't that close since they went out that short while last year. "And the awkward carriage award goes to.well, this carriage."
"Ginny and Harry went out," Hermione explained. Nicole nodded and laughed.
"Well, that explains it."
"So tell us about yourself," Ginny said to Nicole.
"Well, I'm seventeen, obviously a witch, and an American," she said awkwardly trying to leave out a lot of things.
"What else? You know, family, hobbies, sports?" Hermione asked.
"Dead, my own business, and none," she said with no expression.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear about it. If you don't mind me asking, what happened?" Ginny asked.
"Voldemort. He decided I was a threat so that was the end of my happy life," she explained her face like stone. Ron flinched. There werent't many people who said his name.
"Are you scared he'll come after you?" Ron asked.
"I'm counting on it but I'm not scared. I can handle myself," she said confidently.
"That makes you a fool," Ginny said.
"Ginny!" Ron said, not believing she just said that.
"It's okay. Fear is a weakness I can't afford to have," she said. Nicole looked down as if sad. "Nothing scares me much anymore," she confessed.
Harry looked at her. He recognized something in her. She was amazing and he wanted her. Nicole looked u and meet his eyes and he saw years above her age. Almost like me, he though. He looked away. There was so much pain.
"Why the quietness, buddy?" Ron asked, grinning. Harry seemed to like this girl and he hadn't really like a girl since Cho.
"Just thinking, " Harry mumbled.
"Have you heard from Tonks lately?" Hermione asked, changing subjects.
"No, why?" Harry asked.
"It just seemed like you were getting close to her," Hermione explained as if that was all.
"She can't replace Sirius," Harry said angrily. "Why does everyone want me to get over it so quickly. It was my fault he died just like how it was my fault my parents died."
"They all died to protect you. I see where your going with that but it's not your fault. They made the choice," Hermione comforted.
"Same old argument," Nicole mumbled.
"What did you say?" Harry asked turning to her.
"It's the same old argument. Everyone blames themselves for the deaths of people they loved. It's the way it goes. Someone needs blaming and the conscience of a good person points to themselves. It's not your fault you were chosen for whatever your chosen for," Nicole said as the carriage stopped. She stepped out and walked by herself to the castle.
"Anyone just get that?" Ron asked laughing. Harry's friends started talkind as Harry stared off at Nicole. How did she know him so well?
Summary: Harry Potter and friends are in their 7th and final year at Hogwarts when an interesting American exchange student arrives.
The Demon Hunter and the Boy-Who-Lived
Chapter 1:
Harry Potter looked through the crowd to find his two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. Soon Ron's red head was easily spotted coming towards him along with a girl with a Head Girl's badge on who was none other than Hermione.
"Hi Harry," Hermione greeted with a small hug.
Ron held back and said a quick,"Hey," before launching into talk. As they worked to find their own compartment, the conversation came on to Head Boy. "So who do you think got it? I already talked to all the prefects from last year, none of them got it," Ron said as they entered a compartment with only one person. The girl didn't look up from the window as they sat down.
"You talked to Malfoy?" Harry asked with a smile. He couldn't even imagine it.
"Well, no. I asked everyone but Malfoy. Don't telll me I've got to ask him," Ron said it with a look of desperation on his face.
"No need. I got it," Harry responded nonchalantly.
"Oh my God, Harry. That is so great why didn't you tell us?" Hermione asked, eyes bright.
"It never came up," Harry said. In truth, Harry really didn't care. Sure it was a great honor but what did it matter beside surviving when an evil wizard was after you. Lord Voldemort had been after him ever since he was one yr. old.
"That's great. That makes the Head students both Gryffindors," Ron said patting Harry on his back.
"Well, the bus is about to leave. We should give the prefects their orders," Hermione said, getting up.
"You can do it. I don't really feel like it," Harry answered. Hermione gave him a disapproving look but exited the compartment. She learned back in their first year that it was no use trying to change his mind.
"Blowing off your duties as Head Boy already," Ron laughed. "I don't think one's done that since."
"My father," Harry answered.
"School pranker with a badge, that's dangerous," Ron laughed again and Harry joined in.
"Ahh.the Potters and their certain disregard for rules, as Dumbledore put it," Harry said thinking back to everything he learned about his parents.
"Potter?" a voice asked from the corner of the compartment. Ron and Harry turned to see the girl that was in it before them. She had dark hair swept up in a messy bun and eyes that seemed to go from honey to green. She wasn't in her robes yet and she had a great figure, thought Harry. The girl was wearing tight black jean and a dark brown spaghetti strap tank top. But most stunning of all was the fact that her voice had a weird accent.
"Excuse me?" Harry said.
"I just said Potter as in world famous Harry," the girl said sarcastically. She stood up showing that she had to be at least 5'7". Harry himself was 6'1" and Ron 6'3". "I've heard a lot about you, I mean who hasn't."
"Yeah, I'm Harry and this is Ron Weasley," Harry said holding out his hand for a handshake.
The girl looked at it." I'm Nicole, the American exchange student," she said shaking his hand. So, that's where the accent was from, Harry thought to himself.
"American, huh?" asked Ron after shaking her hand.
"Yep, land of the free and all that junk in history books," she responded taking a seat again. This time it was slightly closer to them. Harry didn't know why but he was extremely glad. She was hot.
"So, how's it like?" Ron asked, excitedly.
"Americy. There's the whole we are the best theme going on, either than that it's pretty good," she responded again, sarcastically. This girl's got a thing for sarcasm, Harry thought.
"Americy? Is that a word?" he asked, amused.
Nicole smiled and responded," Well, I have a thing for making nouns, adjectives. It's a great way to describe things." After looking at their confused looks she added," Think about it. What's a better way to describe a couch than adding a -y and making it couchy."
Ron and Harry laughed before the compartment door opened, revealing a certain bleached head and cocky grin. "Potter, Weasley, nice to see you again," Malfoy said, sarcastically.
"What are you doing here?" Harry responded viciously. He absolutely hated Draco Malfoy.
"Easy Potter. Have you happened to met the American yet?" Malfoy asked still grinning.
Harry was a bout to respond when Nicole stood up. "You're standing in front of her," she said.
"Ahh..a hot one aren't you You want to come join me in my compartment?" Malfoy asked.
"Umm.I don't know. Oh, how about no," she said smiling a sarcastic smile.
"Oh, come on you know you want me," Draco said smiling. "You know I like spunk.
Nicole smiled. "Get lost before I make you wish you did," she said her eyes glinting maliciously.
Malfoy laughed. "You're an American, what can you do to me?"
"Are we talking wand less or with wand? Muggleborns can have a one up," she said knowing that it would hit his sore spot. The word muggleborn was like poison to Malfoy.
"You're a mudblood?" Malfoy asked.
"A hot one as you put it," she said. "Wait until the school knows you were hitting on a 'mudblood'?" she said smiling.
Malfoy stepped up and grabbed her viciously. Harry and Ron both went to move to her but before they knew it Malfoy was flung across the room and there wasn't a wand in Nicole's hand. "Wand less it is," she muttered. Malfoy got up shakily with something like respect shining in his eyes. That was something Harry never thought he would see. As he went to leave Nicole said," Bye now."
She turned back to them and a voice said," Your mouths are touching the floor you know?"
They turned around to see Hermione standing in the doorway smiling. "By the looks on your face I'm guessing you were the one who shook Malfoy up a bit. You must be the American. Hi, I'm Hermione Granger."
"Nicole Marmer," Nicole responded. "It was actually fun. He was hitting on me, found out I was muggleborn, and lost it. Next thing he knows it he's on the ground. I didn't even use a wand," Nicole said smiling smugly.
Hermione raised an eyebrow and then laughed. "Sorry I missed it," she said with a smile. The train started slowing up. "You three should throw on your robes," she said as she stood up. Nicole, Harry, and Ron threw on their robes over their clothes and walked out of the train. Harry looked down and noticed that Nicole was wearing combat boots. Punk rocker, Harry decided.
The three grabbed a carriage and were soon joined by Ginny Weasley. "Hello all. Hello, I'm Ginny."
"Nicole," she said and shook Ginny's hand. It was weird. Harry and her weren't that close since they went out that short while last year. "And the awkward carriage award goes to.well, this carriage."
"Ginny and Harry went out," Hermione explained. Nicole nodded and laughed.
"Well, that explains it."
"So tell us about yourself," Ginny said to Nicole.
"Well, I'm seventeen, obviously a witch, and an American," she said awkwardly trying to leave out a lot of things.
"What else? You know, family, hobbies, sports?" Hermione asked.
"Dead, my own business, and none," she said with no expression.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear about it. If you don't mind me asking, what happened?" Ginny asked.
"Voldemort. He decided I was a threat so that was the end of my happy life," she explained her face like stone. Ron flinched. There werent't many people who said his name.
"Are you scared he'll come after you?" Ron asked.
"I'm counting on it but I'm not scared. I can handle myself," she said confidently.
"That makes you a fool," Ginny said.
"Ginny!" Ron said, not believing she just said that.
"It's okay. Fear is a weakness I can't afford to have," she said. Nicole looked down as if sad. "Nothing scares me much anymore," she confessed.
Harry looked at her. He recognized something in her. She was amazing and he wanted her. Nicole looked u and meet his eyes and he saw years above her age. Almost like me, he though. He looked away. There was so much pain.
"Why the quietness, buddy?" Ron asked, grinning. Harry seemed to like this girl and he hadn't really like a girl since Cho.
"Just thinking, " Harry mumbled.
"Have you heard from Tonks lately?" Hermione asked, changing subjects.
"No, why?" Harry asked.
"It just seemed like you were getting close to her," Hermione explained as if that was all.
"She can't replace Sirius," Harry said angrily. "Why does everyone want me to get over it so quickly. It was my fault he died just like how it was my fault my parents died."
"They all died to protect you. I see where your going with that but it's not your fault. They made the choice," Hermione comforted.
"Same old argument," Nicole mumbled.
"What did you say?" Harry asked turning to her.
"It's the same old argument. Everyone blames themselves for the deaths of people they loved. It's the way it goes. Someone needs blaming and the conscience of a good person points to themselves. It's not your fault you were chosen for whatever your chosen for," Nicole said as the carriage stopped. She stepped out and walked by herself to the castle.
"Anyone just get that?" Ron asked laughing. Harry's friends started talkind as Harry stared off at Nicole. How did she know him so well?