Chapter 1
The summer preceding seventh year
Diagon Alley, London
"Oy! Harry! Over here!" Harry turned around to spot his best friend, Ron Weasley, jumping up and down and waving furiously. They were easy to pick out in a crowd; the four remaining Weasleys' red hair stood out in a sea of browns and blacks and blondes.
Harry smiled and walked to where Arthur, Molly, Ginny, and Ron Weasley stood, just outside of Flourish and Blott's. "Hello," he greeted cordially.
"So good to see you, Harry, dear," greeted Mrs. Weasley absentmindedly. Ginny, who spoke to Harry now that her crush on him was in the past, echoed something similar to what her mother had said.
Mr. Weasley, on the other hand, ever curious about muggles, launched into a heated discussion where he would pelt out questions about living with the Dursleys.
For instance, "Harry, what I have always wanted to know- what do you do with a stapel... stapeelll... ah, yes... stapley- no... stapler, that's the ticket!"
Ron was quick to save his friend. "Er, Dad, I don't think Harry wants to go through every aspect of the Muggle the first instant I've seen him all summer. Do you, Harry?" Without waiting for a response, Ron dragged Harry to Quality Quidditch Supplies to the displayed Firebolt model in the window.
"It's going to be awesome, Harry... Chudley Cannons are coming to town just before term starts! You can make it, can't you?" Ron looked terribly excited by the fact that his favorite quidditch team was going to be in town. "Can you stay with us for the rest of the summer?"
Harry grinned broadly. "I do think that the Dursleys' should be relieved."
Ron laughed outright at that. "Come on, Harry, let's go check out the broom gadgets."
But Harry didn't respond.
"Harry?" Ron passed a hand in front of his friend's dazed green eyes. Harry quickly slapped it down, but his gaze was intent upon a girl. Ron followed his gaze. "Who do you think she is?"
Harry shrugged. The boys had just discovered a new female entering Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Her hair was long and wavy and a deep chestnut color- it hung nearly to her waist. She was filled out in all the right places, and just enough so... Harry blushed slightly as his gaze ran over her figure. She was dressed in Muggle attire- a bathing suit apparent underneath her form-fitting jeans and white tank top. There was something about her face that probed Harry's thoughts, but he didn't recognize it. She was tan from what must have been an eternity on the beach.
What drew Harry in were her eyes. She had long bangs pushed slightly aside, so her almond-shaped honey brown eyes were visible. Long lashes framed them, and pink lips contrasted them. "I have to find out who she is," said Harry, enraptured. Ron held him back, wisely, for at that moment, a man with his back turned slipped an arm around her waist and followed her inside.
"Was that her boyfriend?" asked Ron. He, too seemed enthralled.
"I hope not," muttered Harry. Turning, the two found themselves inside Quality Quidditch, absorbed by everything that could possibly absorb them. Which was, in fact, everything, considering how devoted they were to the sport.
*****
Half an hour later, his remaining money spent on foolish Cannons merchandise, Harry found himself outside of Madame Malkin's, waiting for the girl to come out. Ron made no move to stop him. Her boyfriend preceded her. "Hey, Harry, isn't that Krum?"
"But I thought Krum and Hermione were going out again..." Harry mumbled...
The beautiful girl stepped out of the store clutching a bag of brand-new Gryffindor Head Girl robes. "Harry! Ron!" she smiled dazzlingly. "I missed you two."
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Hey, everyone. I'd appreciate reviews! Constructive criticism is wonderful, because I want to improve and make this story the best I can. This is my first fanfic, and I'd really love to hear what you think! Thanks!
~R
The summer preceding seventh year
Diagon Alley, London
"Oy! Harry! Over here!" Harry turned around to spot his best friend, Ron Weasley, jumping up and down and waving furiously. They were easy to pick out in a crowd; the four remaining Weasleys' red hair stood out in a sea of browns and blacks and blondes.
Harry smiled and walked to where Arthur, Molly, Ginny, and Ron Weasley stood, just outside of Flourish and Blott's. "Hello," he greeted cordially.
"So good to see you, Harry, dear," greeted Mrs. Weasley absentmindedly. Ginny, who spoke to Harry now that her crush on him was in the past, echoed something similar to what her mother had said.
Mr. Weasley, on the other hand, ever curious about muggles, launched into a heated discussion where he would pelt out questions about living with the Dursleys.
For instance, "Harry, what I have always wanted to know- what do you do with a stapel... stapeelll... ah, yes... stapley- no... stapler, that's the ticket!"
Ron was quick to save his friend. "Er, Dad, I don't think Harry wants to go through every aspect of the Muggle the first instant I've seen him all summer. Do you, Harry?" Without waiting for a response, Ron dragged Harry to Quality Quidditch Supplies to the displayed Firebolt model in the window.
"It's going to be awesome, Harry... Chudley Cannons are coming to town just before term starts! You can make it, can't you?" Ron looked terribly excited by the fact that his favorite quidditch team was going to be in town. "Can you stay with us for the rest of the summer?"
Harry grinned broadly. "I do think that the Dursleys' should be relieved."
Ron laughed outright at that. "Come on, Harry, let's go check out the broom gadgets."
But Harry didn't respond.
"Harry?" Ron passed a hand in front of his friend's dazed green eyes. Harry quickly slapped it down, but his gaze was intent upon a girl. Ron followed his gaze. "Who do you think she is?"
Harry shrugged. The boys had just discovered a new female entering Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Her hair was long and wavy and a deep chestnut color- it hung nearly to her waist. She was filled out in all the right places, and just enough so... Harry blushed slightly as his gaze ran over her figure. She was dressed in Muggle attire- a bathing suit apparent underneath her form-fitting jeans and white tank top. There was something about her face that probed Harry's thoughts, but he didn't recognize it. She was tan from what must have been an eternity on the beach.
What drew Harry in were her eyes. She had long bangs pushed slightly aside, so her almond-shaped honey brown eyes were visible. Long lashes framed them, and pink lips contrasted them. "I have to find out who she is," said Harry, enraptured. Ron held him back, wisely, for at that moment, a man with his back turned slipped an arm around her waist and followed her inside.
"Was that her boyfriend?" asked Ron. He, too seemed enthralled.
"I hope not," muttered Harry. Turning, the two found themselves inside Quality Quidditch, absorbed by everything that could possibly absorb them. Which was, in fact, everything, considering how devoted they were to the sport.
*****
Half an hour later, his remaining money spent on foolish Cannons merchandise, Harry found himself outside of Madame Malkin's, waiting for the girl to come out. Ron made no move to stop him. Her boyfriend preceded her. "Hey, Harry, isn't that Krum?"
"But I thought Krum and Hermione were going out again..." Harry mumbled...
The beautiful girl stepped out of the store clutching a bag of brand-new Gryffindor Head Girl robes. "Harry! Ron!" she smiled dazzlingly. "I missed you two."
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Hey, everyone. I'd appreciate reviews! Constructive criticism is wonderful, because I want to improve and make this story the best I can. This is my first fanfic, and I'd really love to hear what you think! Thanks!
~R