They went to buy their new books at Flourish and Botts, and went for an ice
cream at Florean's place. Ron argued about Harry paying but as Harry
reminded him, they're almost family.
"Where d'you learn to fight like that, Harry?" Ron asked.
"I watched lots of martial arts movies and practiced. A little on Dudley and his gang. You?" Harry asked.
"Cho showed me. Since she's from Asia, she learned when she was young and taught me." Ron answered, flashing a smile at Cho.
"Cool! I won't take no shit from Malfoy this year, if he makes one comment about my parents, or about Mione, I'll bust him up." Harry said, punching in his hand. "If he makes one comment about my family, he's dead." Ron said, popping an imaginary gun in the air.
"Ron! I told you martial arts weren't for fun or beating up people for pleasure. It's self-defense." Cho said, narrowing her eyes at her boyfriend. "Okay, okay, I'll wait he touches me first. Then I'll beat up his sorry ass." Ron said. "Good idea." Cho said sarcastically.
They all got up and went to the Leaky Cauldron to see Ron's family.
"Harry! How are you??" Mrs. Weasley said, greeting him with her usual rib- cracking hug. "Fine, yourself?" Harry asked. "Perfect." "Harry. How are you?" Percy asked in his usual pompous ways, his hand outstretched. "Percy. I'm fine. You?" Harry said, imitating Percy in a perfect way. Everybody laughed apart Mrs. Weasley. Percy didn't seem to get the joke and just laughed with everybody, which made Ron double up with laughter.
"Harry! I heard you have a car. Is it true?" Mr. Weasley asked eagerly.
"Yes, but I don't want it to fly or become invisible. I like it like it is." Harry said, smiling. Mr. Weasley laughed and said "Don't worry, Harry. I won't do anything to it."
"Speaking of car, maybe we should go see what it looks like." Ron said. They took off and walked in Diagon alley's streets. They took care to walk on Malfoy and his thugs when entering in WWW.
"Wow! That's. perfect." Harry said, lost for words. It was still black, but with a yellow and blue lightning bolt design. The bolt was starting from the hood and stopped at the beginning of the trunk and was cross siding in every ways.
"Thanks, guys. That's really perfect." Harry said.
"Hey, no problem Harry. That was a pleasure." Fred responded. Cho was the only one who didn't see Harry drive, and Ron was already imagining the look she will have when she sees. They got in the car, and Harry started it. He got out from the door in the back, and back in London's streets. He was driving top speed between cars, and when they arrived on the highway, Harry tried the maximum speed.
"Wow! It's almost faster than my broom! That's perfect." He said happily. Cho was holding so hard on her seat that it would've rip off if the car jumped a little.
"Hey, cool down. Harry's a perfect driver." Ron said happily. He was now going at 240 km/h. A siren resounded behind him and when he looked in the mirror, he saw that a police car was following him.
"Shit! Goddamn it! Fuckin shitty cops!" Harry exclaimed loudly. He stopped on the border of the route and waited for the police. A policeman tapped on the window, and Harry putted the window down.
"Going a little fast there, my boy. You're about 140 km/h over the limit. Give me your cards." The men said. Harry gave him his cards, and he examined them. He gasped, and looked again.
"You. You're Harry Potter?" He asked. "Yeah, I am. Why?" Harry asked, surprised that a cop would gasp when looking at his name. "My name is Robert Finnigan, I am Seamus's father. He's been talking about you a lot this summer. Wait till he hears about this. That's okay, you can go. But be careful when driving like that, okay? And if you ever have a problem with the police, just say that you know me, okay?" Mr. Finnigan said.
"Thanks a lot, Mr. Finnigan. I'll be careful. Say hi to Seamus for us, okay?" Harry said. "Of course Harry, I will. Have a good end of summer." Mr. Finnigan said. "Thank you." Harry putted his window up and back on the route.
"Fiouuu. that was a close call. Are we lucky or what." Harry said, wiping his forehead. "See? See? See what happens when you drive too fast? Hope this serve you as a lesson!" Hermione said angrily. Harry looked at her and gave her puppy eyes, the most charming smile he could manage and took her hand. All the anger she had evaporated at once. How could she ever be mad at him? Why was she mad at him, anyway? Everything was flooding out of her head and the smile, the eyes and the hand took the entire place. Ron and Cho were trying not to laugh too loud, and Harry gave them a smile.
"Shall we go back?" Cho said. "Yeah. Maybe we should. Mione?" Ron said, looking at her. "Hmmm. What? Sorry. I was lost in thoughts." She said dreamily. "Yeah, I wonder about what? Or rather, about who?" Ron said sarcastically.
"Very funny, Ron." Hermione said, finding back her snappy manners. Harry didn't let go of her hand for the whole travel. After saying goodbye to Ron and his family, Hermione and Harry went back to her house. The last weeks before going back to Hogwarts passed really fast. On the morning of the first of September, a mess was going on in Hermione's house. Harry had his things scattered all over the house. They finally got their things together and took off at 10:15 from her house. They arrived at King's Cross at 10:45 and founded a place on the train in their usual compartment. Ron and Cho arrived shortly after them and sat down.
"Wonder what this year will give us." Harry said. Just as he finished his sentence, the compartment door banged open. Malfoy and about ten huge Slytherins were standing in the doorway.
"Hey Potty. Why don't you come for a walk with us?" Malfoy said, glint in his eyes. The largest thug took Harry by the collar and threw him in the wall of the train. 5 of the guys took their wand out and pointed them at Ron, Hermione and Cho. They couldn't do anything. Two guys were now holding Harry, while Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle punched him. He fell on the floor and he was bleeding from about every place in the face that he could bleed. Malfoy kicked his ribs as hard as he could, and Harry fell unconscious. When he woke up, he thought he was in paradise. Everything was white around him. Then he saw Madam Pomfrey coming near him. His whole body was hurting.
"Am I dead?" he asked, and found out he couldn't speak without his mouth hurting. "No, you're not. Drink this now." She said in a stern voice. Harry opened his mouth, and drank the Healing Potion she was giving him. The pain was slowly going away, but it was still there. "Where are my friends?" He asked. "Nobody's here yet. Dumbledore Teleported you from the train to here because you had really bad injuries." She said.
"Did he really? Wow. He really is a great wizard." Harry said appreciatively. "He wants to see you. There shouldn't be any more pain left in your body." She said. "Okay. I'm going. What's the new password?" Harry said. "Hershey Sidekick. That's a muggle candy, again." (A/N: Sorry, I didn't have anymore ideas for a wizard candy.)
"Okay. Thank you, Madam Pomfrey." Harry said, getting up and finding no pain at all. He walked through the castle, and was impressed by the silence there could have inside when there was no one. He arrived in front of the gargoyle and said the password. The gargoyle jumped aside and Harry stepped on the stairs. He knocked on the door and Dumbledore opened. "Hello, Professor. Had a good summer?" Harry said. "Yes, thank you Harry. Can't say the same of you." The old headmaster said.
"Yes, I know. Thank you for Teleporting me." Harry said. "No problem, Harry. Just be careful this year. Mr. Malfoy seems determined to make you pay for what you did him in Diagon Alley." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. "You. heard about that?" "I did indeed. Your friends Fred and George told me. I can't punish you for that, neither can I punish Mr. Malfoy for what he did. Just be careful." Dumbledore said. Harry left for the Great Hall, and waited at Gryffindor's table. "Mr. Potter. How are you?" Professor McGonagall said. "Fine, yourself?" Harry asked, turning around. "Fine. Hope this year will be better than last, with the new professor against the Dark Arts. Mr. Jackson will be teaching this year." A guy entered the Great Hall, and approached Harry and professor McGonagall. He was tall, very tall, about 7 feet tall, black, looking like a mountain of muscles, a completely bald head, and an earring that looked like. "Yeah, that's a vampire fang. Killed that one with my bare hands." He said in a low, deep voice that sounded like a rumble. Harry saw at once that this teacher wasn't like Gilderoy Lockhart, and that he wasn't talking shit.
"You are Harry Potter. Pleased to meet you. I'm Joe Jackson. Your new teacher." The professor said, his hand outstretched. Harry shook it and he felt secure with that teacher here. "Nothing shitty will happen this year, with that guy around." He thought. "No, there shouldn't be nothing shitty this year, Harry." Mr. Jackson said, smiling down at him.
"You. you can read minds?" Harry said, unsure of what his reaction would be. "Yes, I can. I just wanted to see if you would react like James did." Joe said. "You knew my father?" Harry said, his voice quivering with excitement at hearing about his father. "Yes, I did. Not as well as Remus and Sirius, but I knew him well enough. We were sometimes hanging out together." Joe said.
"Wow. Everybody knew my father." Harry said, looking sad. Harry and Joe talked until the students arrived, and Joe went to sit at his place, at the staff table. Harry saw Ron, Cho and Hermione, who was almost running to him. "Harry! Are you alright? Are you hurt? What happened? We saw you disappear and nobody told us nothing! I was worried out of my mind! I thought of blasting Malfoy to tiny little pieces, but I couldn't find him." She said, jumping in his arms. "I'm not hurt, I'm alright and Dumbledore teleported me from the train to here. I could do that, blasting Malfoy to tiny little pieces, it would be a pleasure." Harry said, smiling to Hermione. He brought her to a kiss, and kept his hand in hers. The new first years came in, and McGonagall placed them in a line. There was a guy who didn't look like a first year, he was tall, taller than Harry, and was looking everywhere with a mixture of fear and impress. He was black, and had tight cornrows, that went to his neck, with little dragons at the end of each. Professor McGonagall unrolled a list, and called out names. "Porter, Jimmy!" she called out. The black guy walked slowly to the stool, sat on it, and putted the hat on his head. After a couple of minutes, the hat shouted "Gryffindor!" and Jimmy went to sit next to Harry. "How are you guys doin' yo?" He said, and Harry noticed that he had a strong American accent. "Fine, but, what exactly are you doing here?" Ron said. "Oh, my school got taken over by some crazy muthafucka named. Voldemort. Thas' a real ass sucker. He blew up my new G- Unit CD, fuckin punk." He said, his eyes flashing with anger.
"The Beg for Mercy one?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, you know about G-Unit, dawg?" Jimmy asked. "For sure, did you hear NBA Live?" Harry asked. "Yeah, that's a crazy one. Did you hear that Ja rule diss, Doe ray me?" (A/N: I really hate Ja rule.)
"Yeah, that was some fucktup beat. Did you hear Hail Mary from Eminem, 50 cent and Busta Rhymes?"
"Yeah that was real hard." They talked about music and Eastside- Westside stuff until the food arrived.
"Where d'you learn to fight like that, Harry?" Ron asked.
"I watched lots of martial arts movies and practiced. A little on Dudley and his gang. You?" Harry asked.
"Cho showed me. Since she's from Asia, she learned when she was young and taught me." Ron answered, flashing a smile at Cho.
"Cool! I won't take no shit from Malfoy this year, if he makes one comment about my parents, or about Mione, I'll bust him up." Harry said, punching in his hand. "If he makes one comment about my family, he's dead." Ron said, popping an imaginary gun in the air.
"Ron! I told you martial arts weren't for fun or beating up people for pleasure. It's self-defense." Cho said, narrowing her eyes at her boyfriend. "Okay, okay, I'll wait he touches me first. Then I'll beat up his sorry ass." Ron said. "Good idea." Cho said sarcastically.
They all got up and went to the Leaky Cauldron to see Ron's family.
"Harry! How are you??" Mrs. Weasley said, greeting him with her usual rib- cracking hug. "Fine, yourself?" Harry asked. "Perfect." "Harry. How are you?" Percy asked in his usual pompous ways, his hand outstretched. "Percy. I'm fine. You?" Harry said, imitating Percy in a perfect way. Everybody laughed apart Mrs. Weasley. Percy didn't seem to get the joke and just laughed with everybody, which made Ron double up with laughter.
"Harry! I heard you have a car. Is it true?" Mr. Weasley asked eagerly.
"Yes, but I don't want it to fly or become invisible. I like it like it is." Harry said, smiling. Mr. Weasley laughed and said "Don't worry, Harry. I won't do anything to it."
"Speaking of car, maybe we should go see what it looks like." Ron said. They took off and walked in Diagon alley's streets. They took care to walk on Malfoy and his thugs when entering in WWW.
"Wow! That's. perfect." Harry said, lost for words. It was still black, but with a yellow and blue lightning bolt design. The bolt was starting from the hood and stopped at the beginning of the trunk and was cross siding in every ways.
"Thanks, guys. That's really perfect." Harry said.
"Hey, no problem Harry. That was a pleasure." Fred responded. Cho was the only one who didn't see Harry drive, and Ron was already imagining the look she will have when she sees. They got in the car, and Harry started it. He got out from the door in the back, and back in London's streets. He was driving top speed between cars, and when they arrived on the highway, Harry tried the maximum speed.
"Wow! It's almost faster than my broom! That's perfect." He said happily. Cho was holding so hard on her seat that it would've rip off if the car jumped a little.
"Hey, cool down. Harry's a perfect driver." Ron said happily. He was now going at 240 km/h. A siren resounded behind him and when he looked in the mirror, he saw that a police car was following him.
"Shit! Goddamn it! Fuckin shitty cops!" Harry exclaimed loudly. He stopped on the border of the route and waited for the police. A policeman tapped on the window, and Harry putted the window down.
"Going a little fast there, my boy. You're about 140 km/h over the limit. Give me your cards." The men said. Harry gave him his cards, and he examined them. He gasped, and looked again.
"You. You're Harry Potter?" He asked. "Yeah, I am. Why?" Harry asked, surprised that a cop would gasp when looking at his name. "My name is Robert Finnigan, I am Seamus's father. He's been talking about you a lot this summer. Wait till he hears about this. That's okay, you can go. But be careful when driving like that, okay? And if you ever have a problem with the police, just say that you know me, okay?" Mr. Finnigan said.
"Thanks a lot, Mr. Finnigan. I'll be careful. Say hi to Seamus for us, okay?" Harry said. "Of course Harry, I will. Have a good end of summer." Mr. Finnigan said. "Thank you." Harry putted his window up and back on the route.
"Fiouuu. that was a close call. Are we lucky or what." Harry said, wiping his forehead. "See? See? See what happens when you drive too fast? Hope this serve you as a lesson!" Hermione said angrily. Harry looked at her and gave her puppy eyes, the most charming smile he could manage and took her hand. All the anger she had evaporated at once. How could she ever be mad at him? Why was she mad at him, anyway? Everything was flooding out of her head and the smile, the eyes and the hand took the entire place. Ron and Cho were trying not to laugh too loud, and Harry gave them a smile.
"Shall we go back?" Cho said. "Yeah. Maybe we should. Mione?" Ron said, looking at her. "Hmmm. What? Sorry. I was lost in thoughts." She said dreamily. "Yeah, I wonder about what? Or rather, about who?" Ron said sarcastically.
"Very funny, Ron." Hermione said, finding back her snappy manners. Harry didn't let go of her hand for the whole travel. After saying goodbye to Ron and his family, Hermione and Harry went back to her house. The last weeks before going back to Hogwarts passed really fast. On the morning of the first of September, a mess was going on in Hermione's house. Harry had his things scattered all over the house. They finally got their things together and took off at 10:15 from her house. They arrived at King's Cross at 10:45 and founded a place on the train in their usual compartment. Ron and Cho arrived shortly after them and sat down.
"Wonder what this year will give us." Harry said. Just as he finished his sentence, the compartment door banged open. Malfoy and about ten huge Slytherins were standing in the doorway.
"Hey Potty. Why don't you come for a walk with us?" Malfoy said, glint in his eyes. The largest thug took Harry by the collar and threw him in the wall of the train. 5 of the guys took their wand out and pointed them at Ron, Hermione and Cho. They couldn't do anything. Two guys were now holding Harry, while Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle punched him. He fell on the floor and he was bleeding from about every place in the face that he could bleed. Malfoy kicked his ribs as hard as he could, and Harry fell unconscious. When he woke up, he thought he was in paradise. Everything was white around him. Then he saw Madam Pomfrey coming near him. His whole body was hurting.
"Am I dead?" he asked, and found out he couldn't speak without his mouth hurting. "No, you're not. Drink this now." She said in a stern voice. Harry opened his mouth, and drank the Healing Potion she was giving him. The pain was slowly going away, but it was still there. "Where are my friends?" He asked. "Nobody's here yet. Dumbledore Teleported you from the train to here because you had really bad injuries." She said.
"Did he really? Wow. He really is a great wizard." Harry said appreciatively. "He wants to see you. There shouldn't be any more pain left in your body." She said. "Okay. I'm going. What's the new password?" Harry said. "Hershey Sidekick. That's a muggle candy, again." (A/N: Sorry, I didn't have anymore ideas for a wizard candy.)
"Okay. Thank you, Madam Pomfrey." Harry said, getting up and finding no pain at all. He walked through the castle, and was impressed by the silence there could have inside when there was no one. He arrived in front of the gargoyle and said the password. The gargoyle jumped aside and Harry stepped on the stairs. He knocked on the door and Dumbledore opened. "Hello, Professor. Had a good summer?" Harry said. "Yes, thank you Harry. Can't say the same of you." The old headmaster said.
"Yes, I know. Thank you for Teleporting me." Harry said. "No problem, Harry. Just be careful this year. Mr. Malfoy seems determined to make you pay for what you did him in Diagon Alley." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. "You. heard about that?" "I did indeed. Your friends Fred and George told me. I can't punish you for that, neither can I punish Mr. Malfoy for what he did. Just be careful." Dumbledore said. Harry left for the Great Hall, and waited at Gryffindor's table. "Mr. Potter. How are you?" Professor McGonagall said. "Fine, yourself?" Harry asked, turning around. "Fine. Hope this year will be better than last, with the new professor against the Dark Arts. Mr. Jackson will be teaching this year." A guy entered the Great Hall, and approached Harry and professor McGonagall. He was tall, very tall, about 7 feet tall, black, looking like a mountain of muscles, a completely bald head, and an earring that looked like. "Yeah, that's a vampire fang. Killed that one with my bare hands." He said in a low, deep voice that sounded like a rumble. Harry saw at once that this teacher wasn't like Gilderoy Lockhart, and that he wasn't talking shit.
"You are Harry Potter. Pleased to meet you. I'm Joe Jackson. Your new teacher." The professor said, his hand outstretched. Harry shook it and he felt secure with that teacher here. "Nothing shitty will happen this year, with that guy around." He thought. "No, there shouldn't be nothing shitty this year, Harry." Mr. Jackson said, smiling down at him.
"You. you can read minds?" Harry said, unsure of what his reaction would be. "Yes, I can. I just wanted to see if you would react like James did." Joe said. "You knew my father?" Harry said, his voice quivering with excitement at hearing about his father. "Yes, I did. Not as well as Remus and Sirius, but I knew him well enough. We were sometimes hanging out together." Joe said.
"Wow. Everybody knew my father." Harry said, looking sad. Harry and Joe talked until the students arrived, and Joe went to sit at his place, at the staff table. Harry saw Ron, Cho and Hermione, who was almost running to him. "Harry! Are you alright? Are you hurt? What happened? We saw you disappear and nobody told us nothing! I was worried out of my mind! I thought of blasting Malfoy to tiny little pieces, but I couldn't find him." She said, jumping in his arms. "I'm not hurt, I'm alright and Dumbledore teleported me from the train to here. I could do that, blasting Malfoy to tiny little pieces, it would be a pleasure." Harry said, smiling to Hermione. He brought her to a kiss, and kept his hand in hers. The new first years came in, and McGonagall placed them in a line. There was a guy who didn't look like a first year, he was tall, taller than Harry, and was looking everywhere with a mixture of fear and impress. He was black, and had tight cornrows, that went to his neck, with little dragons at the end of each. Professor McGonagall unrolled a list, and called out names. "Porter, Jimmy!" she called out. The black guy walked slowly to the stool, sat on it, and putted the hat on his head. After a couple of minutes, the hat shouted "Gryffindor!" and Jimmy went to sit next to Harry. "How are you guys doin' yo?" He said, and Harry noticed that he had a strong American accent. "Fine, but, what exactly are you doing here?" Ron said. "Oh, my school got taken over by some crazy muthafucka named. Voldemort. Thas' a real ass sucker. He blew up my new G- Unit CD, fuckin punk." He said, his eyes flashing with anger.
"The Beg for Mercy one?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, you know about G-Unit, dawg?" Jimmy asked. "For sure, did you hear NBA Live?" Harry asked. "Yeah, that's a crazy one. Did you hear that Ja rule diss, Doe ray me?" (A/N: I really hate Ja rule.)
"Yeah, that was some fucktup beat. Did you hear Hail Mary from Eminem, 50 cent and Busta Rhymes?"
"Yeah that was real hard." They talked about music and Eastside- Westside stuff until the food arrived.