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A's/N: for any of you who didn't start the book with us, we had a bit of trouble writing our chapter two, so we moved on to chapter 3 hoping to get some ideas. Well, the ideas didn't come, and our reviewers were beginning to drift away, so we decided to go ahead and upload chapter 3, but call it chapter two. Well, finally we have a REAL chapter two, and here it is.

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Chapter 2: The REAL Chapter Two

Written by The Loards

Azelia and her family were pushed into a living room so white and fancy Azelia was afraid to touch anything, incase she left a smudge.

"Oh do sit down dears." Said the horse-faced lady in a horrid pink cocktail dress, who was obviously Mrs. Dursley. "Dinner will be served in just a few moments. This is my dear son Duddykins. Why don't you two get acquainted? It will be nice to have such a sweet girl like yourself next door." Duddykins? These English people. What kind of name is that?

Azelia looked to where the lady was gesturing and saw the grossest, fattest, ugliest creature I cant even call him human! She had ever seen. And his normally pale looking cheeks were as red as turnips. Oh, dammit, I knew I shouldn't have worn such a "form-fitting" dress.

"Well, hello, Duddykins." The blush grew even redder.

"Well, actually its Dudley, Mother just likes to call me that."

"Oh. I'm sorry." Azelia thought Dudley was almost as bad as 'Duddykins.' At least his name fit his obvious cough cough intelligence.

"Would you like me to show you the house?" A bit of drool dribbled out of his mouth. GROSS!

"Sure." Merlin! I'll go through this, but only so I can see if that black-haired boy is here, and maybe, just hopefully, get a chance to talk to him.

"OK." He said, wiping the drool off of his lower lip, still staring at Azelia's chest. "This is the living room. The couch is real bleached leather, and the rug is made of pure silk threads hand woven and dyed. Go ahead, and sit on it, I'm sure you've never sat on anything so fine!" And he pushed Azelia down onto the ugliest couch she had ever seen. Though it looked simply charming as soon as Dudley squeezed himself down next to her, pushing her up against the arm. He even put his hand on her leg!

Azelia stood up quickly. "Its simply divine! How would you say... Magnificent! What about the rest of the house?"

"Well, that is a true 18th century, hand made Indian-mahogany cabinet with our classical ivory statue collection..." Those poor elephants! Azelia put up with this for an hour or so, though it felt like years. She could barely fit a word in with his rambling on about how rich they were, and how beautiful he thought she looked, but at least he hadn't tried to touch her again. Yuck!

The only interesting part was when the two were upstairs. There was one room that Azelia didn't have to tour through and hear how expensive everything was. When she asked all he said was "Oh, that's just a spare room, there's nothing in it." But through the door Azelia could hear someone moving around, and sounds as if that same someone was turning the pages of a book. Suuuurrrre it's just a spare room... When she thought back to the day when they had moved here, Azelia pictured the window she had seen the boy's face in, and if she remembered correctly, it would be about where this room was. It made her wonder.

The talk at dinner was boring enough, though the food was not so bad. If this lady isn't nice or modest or has any fashion sense at all, at least she can cook! Though she seems like the kind of person who wouldn't dirty her hands with it. I wonder...

When Mrs. Dursley took a breath, and was about to start rattling on again Azelia took a chance and asked a question.

"On the day that I met you wonderful people, I saw this boy in an upper window of the house. It astonished me so much I couldn't say anything at the time. I would hope there are no horrible burglars in this neighborhood," Azelia paused, and when she saw nothing more than anger on either face she continued. "Or does he by some chance live here?"

"Oh, he's nobody. He's just a teenage delinquent that we have offered to watch over during the summer, a service to the community. He's not supposed to have any outside contact, so don't think of him at all, just ignore him."

"Yes, he's just a nobody, Zellie Dear. No one cares about him." Great, now this fat hunk of larvae thinks he can call me 'dear'! Azelia had had enough, and decided to end it right there.

She looked straight at him, and said "Sorry, I don't know how to say this tactfully in English, but I'm sure you'll understand if I tell you I'm taken." She wasn't really, but, technically she hadn't lied, she hadn't said she was taken, and it might save her life for the rest of the summer.

Dudley blushed red-hot, his parents looked horrified, and Azelia's were trying their best not to laugh. Azelia herself just smiled serenely.

Harry was stuck in his room, again. The LeMonde family from next door was coming over for dinner, and again, Harry of course wasn't going to be seen, so he couldn't embarrass the Dursleys.

Harry heard Dudley came up here once, showing Her around. Harry heard the girl ask what was in his room, but was astonished when Dudley was actually creative enough to lie about it.

Harry was getting pretty bored in his room, so when they were all down at dinner, he sneaked past the dining room, and slipped outside to lie on the lawn, and get some fresh air. The early night was cool with a slight breeze and he was able to just relax for the first time in a long time. It was a beautiful night. He could see all the stars, and even pick out some constellations he knew from astronomy.

Eventually the cool air and the peaceful sounds put Harry into a kind of half-sleep, until the sharp sound of the front door opening woke him. I can't be seen! They'll kill me. Harry crouched in the grass, and darted towards the nearest bush just in time to see the LeMonde family walk down the path to the sidewalk.

"Bye!" The whole Dursley family chorused, standing at the door.

But none of them turned around, except the girl, and she didn't even glance at them, she was looking at the bush that was just barely hiding Harry behind it.

Their eyes met for the second time, and Harry knew that he had to talk to this girl. Somehow someway.

The rest of dinner was torture, but Azelia got through it eventually. Dudley hadn't stopped staring at her, or drooling, but at least she didn't have to be called 'Zellie Dear' anymore.

Finally Azelia's dad came up with a good enough excuse for them to leave, and so they did.

It wasn't until she was halfway down the driveway that Azelia heard the rustle of leaves brushing together. At first she thought it was wind, but then realized that she didn't feel any wind, and the trees weren't moving, so she turned around in curiosity. It was him, hiding behind a bush. Azelia didn't know why he was there. All she knew is that she HAD to find a way to talk to him. Somehow, someway.

The next few days passed pretty much in a blur as Azelia and her parents rearranged furniture, and painted, and hung curtains and unpacked boxes. Eventually everything was perfect, and the family could finally relax.

Azelia had begun to develop an interest in herbology, and one afternoon she was just coming in from working in her new garden out back when her parents called her into the living room.

As soon as Azelia walked in the door, she knew something was up. Her parents looked at each other and sat down, on opposite ends of the couch.

#Azelia, honey, we need to talk to you about something.#

#Azelia was a bit confused, she didn't think she had done anything wrong, but her father almost never used that phrase. Ok, what?#

#Well, ah, um. Mom obviously didn't know how to start. Honey, we want you to know why exactly we requested you for the CNC transfer#

Suddenly Azelia forgot she was sweaty and dirty, she forgot the dirt on her clothing and the trowel in her hand, all she could think was why in the world would her parents want to move her away from her happy life. #What do you mean you requested me?!? You actually wanted me to leave my school and my friends and come live in England?!?!?!? But, why?#

#Oh, honey, no! Well, see we're not exactly your real parents, and we thought it's time for you to know that.#

#We adopted you from an orphanage here in England. We don't know who your real parents are. The only clue to your past that we have is this... The adoption agency found it just a few months ago, and mailed it to us. She held up a fragile looking gold necklace with a small glass ball as a charm. And, well, we thought that it would be the time for you, and us, to come back.#

Azelia gasped, and an image flashed in front of her eyes. Before she could realize what she was seeing it was gone. After a few seconds, she didn't even remember that it had happened, but all sadness and anger at her 'parents' was gone. #Wow. It's beautiful. But don't the orphanages keep track of where their kids come from?#

#Yes, most of the time they do. her Dad agreed. But you were brought in by a muggle who saved you from a burning house, with this necklace grasped in your little hand. The chain had been broken, as if you had pulled it off of your mother's neck. That's all we know.#

#You aren't angry that we've kept it from you so long?# Mom almost looked sad. They apparently thought this would come as more of a shock than it did.

#Of course I'm not! I don't really care that I don't know who my REAL parents are. You guys have been my parents from the heart, no matter how cliché that sounds, and that's all that really matters to me. But one question... How did you know I was going to grow up to be a witch?#

#Well...that was a stroke of luck. We just wanted a daughter, since your mother couldn't have any, and we would take any baby, witch or not. When we got to your orphanage, the lady who owned it almost wanted to get rid of you because you caused so much trouble.#

#They thought you were a devil child, and were about to bring in a priest to "exorcise" the demon in you because whenever you had a tantrum things started flying around the room. You were a quite powerful little baby.#

#Oh yes, I'm sure I can imagine. So is my birthday really December 14?#

#Who knows, it might be. But it probably isn't. We have no idea, we just chose that date because it was the day we adopted you. We do know you are 14 years old though, the orphanage kept track of that much at least. You were only a few hours old when you were brought to the agency, so it wasn't too hard to keep track.#

#Well, I'm gross, I really need a shower, but thanks for telling me this guys. It is nice to know.#

#Are you sure you're okay with it? Her father still looked a little worried.#

#Of course! I had wondered how I got this truly Irish hair when my 'ancestors' on both sides had been French for generations, but now that's solved.#

#Well glad we could help out.# and her mother laughed and finally relaxed. #Now go get that shower, trust us, you need it!#

#Thanks, mama, I feel so loved!#

End of Chapter 2: The REAL Chapter Two

A/N: yeah, we FINALLY got this chapter out. I hope it helps you understand some of what is happening in the next few chapters.

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Zoé and the Loards