[AN~ I don't own HP. Here is the second chapter. There have been a couple small changes in this chapter from the last time I posted it. Like I said before...fic now takes place in sixth year. Anywho...here you go. Hope you like.]
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Harry Potter And the Song of the Mermaid
Harry saw at the breakfast table ignoring the fact that his uncle and aunt hadn't mentioned his birthday. He didn't care anyway. He knew that Ron, Hagrid and Hermione wouldn't forget his fourteenth birthday.
Harry's Aunt Petunia (a rather nosy lady) was telling her husband the latest gossip she'd heard from a lady friend in the neighbourhood.
"The Loxley's are moving in a couple days. Mr. Loxley got a job transfer." She said as she handed out breakfast. Harry, of course, got his last and got the smallest portion.
"Really then?" Uncle Vernon asked, turning a page of his newspaper. "Where's ol' Georgie-boy being sent?"
"America. Apparently he got a big promotion. He's going to be paid double his salary when he gets there." Aunt Petunia said as she sat down.
At that point in time Uncle Vernon was taking a sip of coffee, which he immediately spat out. "Double his salary." He cried, then regained his composure and looked back at his paper. "Money like that is wasted on the wrong people." He muttered.
"Anyway," Aunt Petunia carried on, taking a sip of tea, "Victoria as told me that she and George have already sold the house. She said, `The house was only up for sale for about a day when she real estate agent calls to inform us that we have a buyer.' I looked at her. I thought she was kidding. She then told me she was going to be meeting the buyer..."
"Who is the buyer mummy? Do they have kids?" Dudley asked as she gobbled down a plate of bacon.
Aunt Petunia smiled and reached over to pinch Dudley's fat cheek. "I was just getting to that part Dudders dear." She said, and continued her story. "Victoria came to me after she had met the buyer. `Petunia,' she said, `You wouldn't believe it if I told you. I went to the office and there was this girl there. Prettiest thing I've ever seen. Long, beautiful, blonde hair. The brightest green eyes I've ever seen. I swear, she must have been just twenty-one.'"
Harry sat silently listening to the story of the mysterious girl who was going to be moving into the Loxley house. Dudley, on the other hand, started moaning and complaining about wanting new playmates.
Tuning out Dudley's droning, Harry concentrated on his aunts' story. Apparently, the girls' name was Dannie Deauveaux ("Whoever would name a girl Dannie? Must be short for something." said Aunt Petunia). She was a famous and extremely talented ballet dancer, but was taking a break from dancing to take on a teaching job at some secluded private school up North.
"You would not believe the look on Victoria's face after she asked the girl how she was going to pay for the house. She looked at Victoria, smiled, and then reached into her handbag and pulled out a stack of bills. She paid for the house, in full, right then and there. `Petunia, it was the most amazing thing I had ever seen' she said."
"Well, how about this," Uncle Vernon said, folding up his paper and leaning back in his chair. "When the girl gets settled, you can cook her a wonderful `Welcome to the neighbourhood' feast."
Aunt Petunia looked at her husband a moment, then nodded curtly. "I'm sure that would be a great idea." She said as she finished her tea.
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A couple days passed. Harry got an owl from Ron, and it was the day they Loxley's were to move. From the top of the stairs, Harry saw his aunt as she cried and hugged Mrs. Loxley. Uncle Vernon shook Mr. Loxley's hand and patted his back.
"Give me a ring when she get settled." he told Mr. Loxley. Moments later the Loxley's were in their car driving up the street, followed by a huge moving van.
Harry looked at his aunt and uncle to see that they were already acting as if the Loxley's had never left. Aunt Petunia hurried off to the kitchen to plan for the dinner she was going to cook for the new neighbour. Uncle Vernon went back into the living room to read his newspaper. Harry took this as the best (and possibly only) time to ask his uncle about going to the Weasley's. He quietly walked into the living room to see his uncle sitting in a chair reading the paper.
"Excuse me...Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked quietly.
Lowering his paper, Uncle Vernon glared over at Harry as if he had an infectious disease. "What do you want boy?" he demanded, a heavy scowl forming on his face.
Harry looked at his uncle as she shuffled his feet. "Uh, well. I got an ow...a letter from a friend from my school, and he wanted to know if I could stay with him for the last bit of the summer."
Uncle Vernon looked at Harry as if to say `why are you bugging me?'. "And what does that have to do with me?" he snapped, his face going redder than usual.
"Well...I was just asking for permission." Harry replied looking his uncle in the eye, almost begging him to let Harry go.
Uncle Vernon sat there watching Harry. Many different ideas were running through his head. Two of them being that he could say no, and they would be stuck with the boy all summer, or he could say yes, and they would be rid of the boy and have at least somewhat of a good summer. Being who he was, Uncle Vernon preferred the latter of the two. He looked at Harry, a rather smug look on his face. "Fine. You can go. but I'm warning you..."
"I know, I know. Nothing having to do with the `M' word." Harry said, an exasperated tone in his voice. He then remembered the owl he had gotten from Ron the other day. Harry knew it was a long shot, but he took the chance anyway. "Do you think you could give me a lift to London?" he asked, "Please."
Uncle Vernon looked at Harry as if he were insane and snorted. "Why would I give you a ride to London? Are you crazy boy." he said, then went back to his newspaper.
"My friend said that he'd meet me in London two Saturdays from now. It's the only way you'll be able to get rid of me like you wanted." Harry said watching his uncle slowly lower the paper.
Uncle Vernon glared up at Harry. He knew the but was right. If he didn't take Harry to London they would be stuck with him the rest of the summer. "Fine. I'll drive you to London to meet your friend." Uncle Vernon scowled as he looked at Harry. "I'm warning you though boy, the only reason I'm going along with this rubbish is because your aunt and I are meeting people in London that weekend. Now get out of my face." Uncle Vernon then went back to his paper.
"Thank you Uncle Vernon." Harry said politely, to get on his uncles nerves, and then ran out and up to his room.
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The next morning Harry awoke to a very loud rumbling outside. Putting on his glasses, he went to his bedroom window to see a huge moving van at the old Loxley house. Two huge looking moving guys got out and opened the back.
"Vernon...Dudley, wake up. The moving van is at the Loxley's. That girl is here." Aunt Petunia's voice screeched from the bottom of the stairs. A moment later there was a thumping sound, then Uncle Vernon and Dudley came running out of their rooms and down the stairs. They weren't going to meet the girl yet, they were just watching her from the front window.
As Harry watched from his room he saw the movers sitting in the back of the open truck. Every once in a while one would look at his watch and muttered something to the other guy. It was obvious the girl was late.
About half an hour later a loud revving noise came from somewhere down the street. A moment later a very flashy looking care came driving around the corner. As it came closer, Harry saw that it was a ruby red Porsche convertible. ( "Now that is a car." Uncle Vernon cried.)
The car came to a stop and out stepped a girl. She was rather tall, with the long blonde hair that Aunt Petunia had told them about from Mrs. Loxley's story. She walked over to the movers as they stood up. They talked for a few moments before she ran up the walk and unlocked the door, telling the movers where to put everything.
About an hour later a second, smaller moving van arrived and started unloading. Harry listened to head that his aunt, uncle and cousin had gone back to their normal activities. Harry though continued watching his new neighbour. He watched as her long, blonde braid swished behind her as she ran around.
"Hey Dannie." A voice called.
Harry hadn't even noticed the black car drive up in front of the house. He watched as Dannie turned around, a big smile plastered on her face. She ran to the black car as a small woman with black hair climbed out. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun. Dannie gave the woman a small hug. They talked a mew minutes before the woman handed Dannie a small box then left. The moving vans left soon after.
Harry watched as Dannie stood on her front lawn alone. She then turned and faced number four. A sad, almost longing look was on her face as she stared at the house. Harry stared back at her as a slight tingling feeling coursed through his scar above his right eye brow. He felt as though he knew her from somewhere.
He watches as Dannie turned and slowly walked back towards her house. He saw her take one last, longing look towards number four then close the door. Harry's scar continued to tingle.
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[Well...there's chapter 2. Well...who is this mysterious neighbour? And why does Harry feel like he knows her? I bet your wondering if she's my character. Well...you'll see. I'm really hoping to get some reviews. *nudge nudge...wink wink*]
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Harry Potter And the Song of the Mermaid
Harry saw at the breakfast table ignoring the fact that his uncle and aunt hadn't mentioned his birthday. He didn't care anyway. He knew that Ron, Hagrid and Hermione wouldn't forget his fourteenth birthday.
Harry's Aunt Petunia (a rather nosy lady) was telling her husband the latest gossip she'd heard from a lady friend in the neighbourhood.
"The Loxley's are moving in a couple days. Mr. Loxley got a job transfer." She said as she handed out breakfast. Harry, of course, got his last and got the smallest portion.
"Really then?" Uncle Vernon asked, turning a page of his newspaper. "Where's ol' Georgie-boy being sent?"
"America. Apparently he got a big promotion. He's going to be paid double his salary when he gets there." Aunt Petunia said as she sat down.
At that point in time Uncle Vernon was taking a sip of coffee, which he immediately spat out. "Double his salary." He cried, then regained his composure and looked back at his paper. "Money like that is wasted on the wrong people." He muttered.
"Anyway," Aunt Petunia carried on, taking a sip of tea, "Victoria as told me that she and George have already sold the house. She said, `The house was only up for sale for about a day when she real estate agent calls to inform us that we have a buyer.' I looked at her. I thought she was kidding. She then told me she was going to be meeting the buyer..."
"Who is the buyer mummy? Do they have kids?" Dudley asked as she gobbled down a plate of bacon.
Aunt Petunia smiled and reached over to pinch Dudley's fat cheek. "I was just getting to that part Dudders dear." She said, and continued her story. "Victoria came to me after she had met the buyer. `Petunia,' she said, `You wouldn't believe it if I told you. I went to the office and there was this girl there. Prettiest thing I've ever seen. Long, beautiful, blonde hair. The brightest green eyes I've ever seen. I swear, she must have been just twenty-one.'"
Harry sat silently listening to the story of the mysterious girl who was going to be moving into the Loxley house. Dudley, on the other hand, started moaning and complaining about wanting new playmates.
Tuning out Dudley's droning, Harry concentrated on his aunts' story. Apparently, the girls' name was Dannie Deauveaux ("Whoever would name a girl Dannie? Must be short for something." said Aunt Petunia). She was a famous and extremely talented ballet dancer, but was taking a break from dancing to take on a teaching job at some secluded private school up North.
"You would not believe the look on Victoria's face after she asked the girl how she was going to pay for the house. She looked at Victoria, smiled, and then reached into her handbag and pulled out a stack of bills. She paid for the house, in full, right then and there. `Petunia, it was the most amazing thing I had ever seen' she said."
"Well, how about this," Uncle Vernon said, folding up his paper and leaning back in his chair. "When the girl gets settled, you can cook her a wonderful `Welcome to the neighbourhood' feast."
Aunt Petunia looked at her husband a moment, then nodded curtly. "I'm sure that would be a great idea." She said as she finished her tea.
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A couple days passed. Harry got an owl from Ron, and it was the day they Loxley's were to move. From the top of the stairs, Harry saw his aunt as she cried and hugged Mrs. Loxley. Uncle Vernon shook Mr. Loxley's hand and patted his back.
"Give me a ring when she get settled." he told Mr. Loxley. Moments later the Loxley's were in their car driving up the street, followed by a huge moving van.
Harry looked at his aunt and uncle to see that they were already acting as if the Loxley's had never left. Aunt Petunia hurried off to the kitchen to plan for the dinner she was going to cook for the new neighbour. Uncle Vernon went back into the living room to read his newspaper. Harry took this as the best (and possibly only) time to ask his uncle about going to the Weasley's. He quietly walked into the living room to see his uncle sitting in a chair reading the paper.
"Excuse me...Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked quietly.
Lowering his paper, Uncle Vernon glared over at Harry as if he had an infectious disease. "What do you want boy?" he demanded, a heavy scowl forming on his face.
Harry looked at his uncle as she shuffled his feet. "Uh, well. I got an ow...a letter from a friend from my school, and he wanted to know if I could stay with him for the last bit of the summer."
Uncle Vernon looked at Harry as if to say `why are you bugging me?'. "And what does that have to do with me?" he snapped, his face going redder than usual.
"Well...I was just asking for permission." Harry replied looking his uncle in the eye, almost begging him to let Harry go.
Uncle Vernon sat there watching Harry. Many different ideas were running through his head. Two of them being that he could say no, and they would be stuck with the boy all summer, or he could say yes, and they would be rid of the boy and have at least somewhat of a good summer. Being who he was, Uncle Vernon preferred the latter of the two. He looked at Harry, a rather smug look on his face. "Fine. You can go. but I'm warning you..."
"I know, I know. Nothing having to do with the `M' word." Harry said, an exasperated tone in his voice. He then remembered the owl he had gotten from Ron the other day. Harry knew it was a long shot, but he took the chance anyway. "Do you think you could give me a lift to London?" he asked, "Please."
Uncle Vernon looked at Harry as if he were insane and snorted. "Why would I give you a ride to London? Are you crazy boy." he said, then went back to his newspaper.
"My friend said that he'd meet me in London two Saturdays from now. It's the only way you'll be able to get rid of me like you wanted." Harry said watching his uncle slowly lower the paper.
Uncle Vernon glared up at Harry. He knew the but was right. If he didn't take Harry to London they would be stuck with him the rest of the summer. "Fine. I'll drive you to London to meet your friend." Uncle Vernon scowled as he looked at Harry. "I'm warning you though boy, the only reason I'm going along with this rubbish is because your aunt and I are meeting people in London that weekend. Now get out of my face." Uncle Vernon then went back to his paper.
"Thank you Uncle Vernon." Harry said politely, to get on his uncles nerves, and then ran out and up to his room.
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The next morning Harry awoke to a very loud rumbling outside. Putting on his glasses, he went to his bedroom window to see a huge moving van at the old Loxley house. Two huge looking moving guys got out and opened the back.
"Vernon...Dudley, wake up. The moving van is at the Loxley's. That girl is here." Aunt Petunia's voice screeched from the bottom of the stairs. A moment later there was a thumping sound, then Uncle Vernon and Dudley came running out of their rooms and down the stairs. They weren't going to meet the girl yet, they were just watching her from the front window.
As Harry watched from his room he saw the movers sitting in the back of the open truck. Every once in a while one would look at his watch and muttered something to the other guy. It was obvious the girl was late.
About half an hour later a loud revving noise came from somewhere down the street. A moment later a very flashy looking care came driving around the corner. As it came closer, Harry saw that it was a ruby red Porsche convertible. ( "Now that is a car." Uncle Vernon cried.)
The car came to a stop and out stepped a girl. She was rather tall, with the long blonde hair that Aunt Petunia had told them about from Mrs. Loxley's story. She walked over to the movers as they stood up. They talked for a few moments before she ran up the walk and unlocked the door, telling the movers where to put everything.
About an hour later a second, smaller moving van arrived and started unloading. Harry listened to head that his aunt, uncle and cousin had gone back to their normal activities. Harry though continued watching his new neighbour. He watched as her long, blonde braid swished behind her as she ran around.
"Hey Dannie." A voice called.
Harry hadn't even noticed the black car drive up in front of the house. He watched as Dannie turned around, a big smile plastered on her face. She ran to the black car as a small woman with black hair climbed out. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun. Dannie gave the woman a small hug. They talked a mew minutes before the woman handed Dannie a small box then left. The moving vans left soon after.
Harry watched as Dannie stood on her front lawn alone. She then turned and faced number four. A sad, almost longing look was on her face as she stared at the house. Harry stared back at her as a slight tingling feeling coursed through his scar above his right eye brow. He felt as though he knew her from somewhere.
He watches as Dannie turned and slowly walked back towards her house. He saw her take one last, longing look towards number four then close the door. Harry's scar continued to tingle.
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[Well...there's chapter 2. Well...who is this mysterious neighbour? And why does Harry feel like he knows her? I bet your wondering if she's my character. Well...you'll see. I'm really hoping to get some reviews. *nudge nudge...wink wink*]