Chapter Four*~~ Inconspicuous*~~
"Hello, Harry," said a surely voice. A grin was lighting Hermione's face.
"Hey, Krum!" Harry said in surprise. Before him stood Viktor Krum the Bulgarian seeker. His broad shoulders and duck-like feet were dressed in muggle clothes. A pair of jeans and a red shirt, to be exact.
"Who is it?!" called Dudley as he waddled in. Piers was behind him.
"Not someone pretty," he hissed to Dudley. Dudley snorted. Harry had over herd and rolled his eyes.
"Dudley, Piers this is Viktor Krum," Hermione said smiling. "Viktor this is Dudley Dursley and Piers Polkiss."
"Nice to meet you," Krum said with a forced smile. "Hermione have you herd from Malfoy?"
"No! Why?" she asked suspiciously.
"Uh, your friend. could." Krum was looking at Dudley and Piers.
"Dudley, let's go find Jennifer!" Piers said, not paying attention to Krum.
"Good idea! Harry clean the kitchen!" Dudley was about to leave when Harry, sick of being bossed around, spoke up.
"I don't like dishes. I don't think my godfather does either," Harry said icily. Dudley froze and turned back to the kitchen. "I'll do it," Harry said exasperated. Krum's brow was furrowed but he held in his comments until Dudley and Piers were out of the house.
"What is with him?"
"My godfather- oh just don't ask," Harry said idly. There was a nock on the front door. Harry rushed to open it. "Mrs. F-Figg?"
"Harry?" Hermione and Krum came into view. "Do I know you?" she asked Mrs. Figg.
"No. My name is Arabella Figg. Harry I have come to warn you!" she screeched.
"Mrs. Figg calm down. Look why don't you co-" but she collapsed in a dead faint. "Help me bring her to my room. We'll lay her on my bed," Harry said quickly. The three carefully carried the elderly woman up the stairs and to Harry's room. "Question," Harry panted.
"Maybe we have an answer," Viktor said as he slouched onto the wall and to the floor.
"How are thins going between you two?"
"Fine," Viktor said.
"You just don't seem as chummy s you were last year at Hogwarts."
"Oh, that!" Hermione exclaimed. "Viktor and I decided we were better as close friends than as a couple. So that's what we are!"
"Hmmm," Harry was deep in thought.
"I have to go!" Viktor said eyes falling onto the repaired clock. "I get to meet my new team manager today. Aren't I lucky?" Viktor kissed Hermione's cheek patted Harry's back and disappeared. Then Figg stirred.
"Black!" she shrieked. Harry ran to her side.
"Mrs. Figg?" Harry asked hurriedly. Hermione was next to him.
"Harry, my name is Arabella Figg. I'm a friend of your parents. I moved here and used magic to disguise myself. I've been watching you and making sure those muggles were treating you right. Anyways, Harry- Sirius Black is after you. He's out! He wa-"
"Was my parent's secret keeper?" Harry interrupted. "I know. But he switched with Pettigrew and then sort of. checked on him and Peter was gone without a struggle. He knew what had happened and rushed to help but it was too late and Peter transformed into a rat- he's an animagi- and hid. He showed himself in our third year when Sirius found out he had been pretending to be my best friend's rat."
"T-that is what Remeus said."
"Moony? How is he?" asked Hermione.
"Fine. er I'd better get back." She got up to leave. "Oh, Harry, sorry about the cats."
"All is forgotten." Arabella Figg rushed down the stairs and out of the door. Harry and Hermione heard Dudley come in right after her.
"Oi! Harry! Hermione!" yelled Dudley.
"Yes?" asked Hermione gliding down the stairs with Harry in toe.
"Mum and Dad'll be home soon and they won't like to find you nad Harry together without me there. I think you'll have to put up with me for a little while."
"Being nice? New and interesting," Harry said smugly.
"I don't have to be!" snapped Dudley.
"Calm down Dudley, Harry's being stupid," Hermione said calmly.
"I'm just not used to being sort of friends with my cousin," Dudley admitted. Hermione grinned and the group began to get dinner ready early. They heard the two Dursleys walk in. Dudley waddled to the table and pretended to be watching TV with Hermione as Harry finished setting out the food.
"Got dinner ready boy?"
"Yes uncle Vernon."
"Let's eat Petunia." With that the two workers began to eat rapidly.
"So Harry whatever happened to our parents?" asked Hermione innocently. She was very interested in finding out how the Durleys covered this.
"They died."
"Oh, I'm sorry. How?"
"My sister and her husband died in a car crash," aunt Petunia said hurriedly.
"Oh." There was silence. "What did they do?"
"His father was unemployed," uncle Vernon said stoutly.
"And your mother?"
"A secretary," aunt Petunia said calmly. It was sort-of true. Harry stared at her. She had a truthful expression on her face.
"Where do you go to school?"
"A secure center for incurable criminal boys."
"You don't seem very violent."
"Good school it is," uncle Vernon said quickly. Harry grinned and Hermione. She returned it. When the Dursleys got up to get desert and Dudley was stuffing his face Hermione mouthed to Harry. "We'd better act inconspicuous."
Harry nodded in agreement. They quickly acted normal- or rather unnormal for themselves- when his aunt and uncle came back in. "Got your alarm set for tomorrow boy?" he snapped.
"Yes, uncle Vernon."
"Good. Ah, Hermione, Dudley, how has your day been?"
"Oh it was just splendid!" Hermione proclaimed acting sweet and innocent. Dudley and Harry tried not to smiled. Even Dudley had learned that Hermione was a know-it-all. Well, it wasn't that she meant to be one and she had tried not to flounce.
Harry was surprised to find that he and Dudley had had a fun conversation about witches and wizards. Dudley had been quite interested. After dinner Harry slipped up to his room and collapsed on his bed. Hermione and Dudley had done the same. Vernon and Petunia were talking. It was the next morning- just as things seemed to be perfect- that things began to fall apart.
Harry bounded down the stairs. A voice caught his attention. "Please just don't tell him!" Hermione's voice pleaded.
"Why?" asked Dudley. Harry knew that his aunt and uncle must be gone.
"Just don't."
"Why?"
"Look- Harry and I will explain some things to you if you can just have some patience. Just please don't say anything!"
"Oh all right."
"Tell me what?" asked Harry walking into the kitchen. Hermione turned pale and crumpled up the page in the newspaper she had been reading. "Tell me what?" persisted Harry. Hermione..
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"Hello, Harry," said a surely voice. A grin was lighting Hermione's face.
"Hey, Krum!" Harry said in surprise. Before him stood Viktor Krum the Bulgarian seeker. His broad shoulders and duck-like feet were dressed in muggle clothes. A pair of jeans and a red shirt, to be exact.
"Who is it?!" called Dudley as he waddled in. Piers was behind him.
"Not someone pretty," he hissed to Dudley. Dudley snorted. Harry had over herd and rolled his eyes.
"Dudley, Piers this is Viktor Krum," Hermione said smiling. "Viktor this is Dudley Dursley and Piers Polkiss."
"Nice to meet you," Krum said with a forced smile. "Hermione have you herd from Malfoy?"
"No! Why?" she asked suspiciously.
"Uh, your friend. could." Krum was looking at Dudley and Piers.
"Dudley, let's go find Jennifer!" Piers said, not paying attention to Krum.
"Good idea! Harry clean the kitchen!" Dudley was about to leave when Harry, sick of being bossed around, spoke up.
"I don't like dishes. I don't think my godfather does either," Harry said icily. Dudley froze and turned back to the kitchen. "I'll do it," Harry said exasperated. Krum's brow was furrowed but he held in his comments until Dudley and Piers were out of the house.
"What is with him?"
"My godfather- oh just don't ask," Harry said idly. There was a nock on the front door. Harry rushed to open it. "Mrs. F-Figg?"
"Harry?" Hermione and Krum came into view. "Do I know you?" she asked Mrs. Figg.
"No. My name is Arabella Figg. Harry I have come to warn you!" she screeched.
"Mrs. Figg calm down. Look why don't you co-" but she collapsed in a dead faint. "Help me bring her to my room. We'll lay her on my bed," Harry said quickly. The three carefully carried the elderly woman up the stairs and to Harry's room. "Question," Harry panted.
"Maybe we have an answer," Viktor said as he slouched onto the wall and to the floor.
"How are thins going between you two?"
"Fine," Viktor said.
"You just don't seem as chummy s you were last year at Hogwarts."
"Oh, that!" Hermione exclaimed. "Viktor and I decided we were better as close friends than as a couple. So that's what we are!"
"Hmmm," Harry was deep in thought.
"I have to go!" Viktor said eyes falling onto the repaired clock. "I get to meet my new team manager today. Aren't I lucky?" Viktor kissed Hermione's cheek patted Harry's back and disappeared. Then Figg stirred.
"Black!" she shrieked. Harry ran to her side.
"Mrs. Figg?" Harry asked hurriedly. Hermione was next to him.
"Harry, my name is Arabella Figg. I'm a friend of your parents. I moved here and used magic to disguise myself. I've been watching you and making sure those muggles were treating you right. Anyways, Harry- Sirius Black is after you. He's out! He wa-"
"Was my parent's secret keeper?" Harry interrupted. "I know. But he switched with Pettigrew and then sort of. checked on him and Peter was gone without a struggle. He knew what had happened and rushed to help but it was too late and Peter transformed into a rat- he's an animagi- and hid. He showed himself in our third year when Sirius found out he had been pretending to be my best friend's rat."
"T-that is what Remeus said."
"Moony? How is he?" asked Hermione.
"Fine. er I'd better get back." She got up to leave. "Oh, Harry, sorry about the cats."
"All is forgotten." Arabella Figg rushed down the stairs and out of the door. Harry and Hermione heard Dudley come in right after her.
"Oi! Harry! Hermione!" yelled Dudley.
"Yes?" asked Hermione gliding down the stairs with Harry in toe.
"Mum and Dad'll be home soon and they won't like to find you nad Harry together without me there. I think you'll have to put up with me for a little while."
"Being nice? New and interesting," Harry said smugly.
"I don't have to be!" snapped Dudley.
"Calm down Dudley, Harry's being stupid," Hermione said calmly.
"I'm just not used to being sort of friends with my cousin," Dudley admitted. Hermione grinned and the group began to get dinner ready early. They heard the two Dursleys walk in. Dudley waddled to the table and pretended to be watching TV with Hermione as Harry finished setting out the food.
"Got dinner ready boy?"
"Yes uncle Vernon."
"Let's eat Petunia." With that the two workers began to eat rapidly.
"So Harry whatever happened to our parents?" asked Hermione innocently. She was very interested in finding out how the Durleys covered this.
"They died."
"Oh, I'm sorry. How?"
"My sister and her husband died in a car crash," aunt Petunia said hurriedly.
"Oh." There was silence. "What did they do?"
"His father was unemployed," uncle Vernon said stoutly.
"And your mother?"
"A secretary," aunt Petunia said calmly. It was sort-of true. Harry stared at her. She had a truthful expression on her face.
"Where do you go to school?"
"A secure center for incurable criminal boys."
"You don't seem very violent."
"Good school it is," uncle Vernon said quickly. Harry grinned and Hermione. She returned it. When the Dursleys got up to get desert and Dudley was stuffing his face Hermione mouthed to Harry. "We'd better act inconspicuous."
Harry nodded in agreement. They quickly acted normal- or rather unnormal for themselves- when his aunt and uncle came back in. "Got your alarm set for tomorrow boy?" he snapped.
"Yes, uncle Vernon."
"Good. Ah, Hermione, Dudley, how has your day been?"
"Oh it was just splendid!" Hermione proclaimed acting sweet and innocent. Dudley and Harry tried not to smiled. Even Dudley had learned that Hermione was a know-it-all. Well, it wasn't that she meant to be one and she had tried not to flounce.
Harry was surprised to find that he and Dudley had had a fun conversation about witches and wizards. Dudley had been quite interested. After dinner Harry slipped up to his room and collapsed on his bed. Hermione and Dudley had done the same. Vernon and Petunia were talking. It was the next morning- just as things seemed to be perfect- that things began to fall apart.
Harry bounded down the stairs. A voice caught his attention. "Please just don't tell him!" Hermione's voice pleaded.
"Why?" asked Dudley. Harry knew that his aunt and uncle must be gone.
"Just don't."
"Why?"
"Look- Harry and I will explain some things to you if you can just have some patience. Just please don't say anything!"
"Oh all right."
"Tell me what?" asked Harry walking into the kitchen. Hermione turned pale and crumpled up the page in the newspaper she had been reading. "Tell me what?" persisted Harry. Hermione..
A/N I'm EVIL!! Muhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahah! Anyways PLEASE review. The button is just down there!! See? If says GO on it and Review is highlighted (hopefully). Please? Just one? Please?!!! I hope you liked this. I'm getting these proofread so there won't be as many mistakes. I'll fix them! Oh and I know the whole Figg thing is a little strange but it is important. Sorry for cliffy! The Castle Picture thing was a misprint. If you read it ignore it. Sorry for the delay! I'll add soon as possible! Thanx, **Crystal*Tears**