Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or anything else you recognize from the books or whatever. All that belongs to J. K. Rowling. I only own every thing you don't recognize. (Like the plot)
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Author's Note: I'm gonna try to make all the chapters longer than the last one all right?
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Secrets of Times Before
Chapter 2
Summer Time, Hair Salons, and Black Jackets
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"WAKE UP!!!"
"NOW"
Harry shot up like a bullet in his small bed. He sighed and rolled his eyes as he recognized his surroundings.
"Get UP!" yelled the increasingly annoying voice of Harry's aunt.
Harry frowned and slowly crawled out of his bed and walked toward his door. He opened it and quickly swung it forward hard. This caused his aunt who had been about to bang on his door again to jump backwards clutching her hand.
"Good morning to you as well." Harry calmly stated, running his hand through his messy bed hair.
Petunia looked about to scream at her nephew, but then she seemed to calm herself and said, "Come downstairs for breakfast now."
Harry's face remained expressionless as he stared at her for a moment and then closed his door. Footsteps could be heard walking down the stairs a few moments later. Harry sighed again and walked over to the mirror.
It had been two weeks since Harry had left Hogwarts and the Durshley's had received their threat from Moody & co. Things around the house had indeed gotten better since then. Well, as good as they were possibly going to get around here anyway.
On the ride home from the station, the Durshley's had been in some kind of semi-shock from being threatened by a man with a glass eye, a pink-haired woman, and a man who said fellytone. Then again, they all could have been considering becoming mimes.
For a few days, everyone seemed to ignore Harry completely. This of course didn't bother Harry in the least.
Then they finally seemed to grasp the reality that Harry actually existed. Uncle Vernon began to give Harry grunts of acknowledgement in the mornings. Dudley hadn't tried to beat him up yet.
One day Harry had been sitting in the garden, when his aunt came out and got in the car. She rolled down the window and yelled at Harry, " Are you going to get in or not?"
That had almost sent Harry into a coma. Actually when Harry realized that they were going shopping, that's what almost put him in a coma.
When they got to the mall, Harry was slightly lost and had to follow Petunia very closely. As they walked into a store some girls came out and stared at him. Harry supposed it was because he was wearing a large black t-shirt and jeans that were at least two sizes to large, curtosy Dudley. And of course there was the fact that they were entering a very nice clothes shop for the teenagers of the area and Harry, dressed the way he was, was following a Petunia who was dressed like she was going to church.
Harry had gotten some shirts that were the right size and a pair of jeans that day. When they got home, Harry had been to shocked to ask questions, so he just quietly went up to his room.
He had written Lupin and everyone to tell them that the Durshley's were being a lot better and to avoid having an entire parade wizards breaking into the house. He'd gotten some letters from Ron and Hermione as well. Everyone seemed to think that Harry was going to fall into some kind of psycho rage fit. In every single letter, from anyone, at some point it would ask him if he was ok and tell him not to do anything that he would regret.
Of course he wasn't ok! Harry didn't really care to be reminded of the fact that Voldemort was back and probably going to try to kill him again or that his godfather was dead or of any other terrible thing that could possibly occur in his future. Nobody seemed to quite grasp that idea though.
Harry looked at himself in the mirror. Same messy black hair, same green eyes, nothing different. He glanced up at his reflections' forehead. The lightening shaped scar was still there. Not that he expected it to disappear.
He pulled on his jeans and a long black t-shirt. He didn't bother to brush his hair, as he had finally accepted the fact that it would never be tamed and pulled on socks and shoes.
Harry wasn't really in a depressed state or going to start balling or go into a psycho fit of rage. He just wanted everyone to stop acting like it and to be left alone.
Harry went down the stairs and entered the kitchen. Vernon was sitting at the table reading the paper. Dudley was concentrating on a bowl of cereal, a grapefruit, and a banana. Petunia was over by the sink soaking her hand, which made Harry smile slightly.
No one seemed to notice him come in so Harry walked quietly over to the table and sat down. He leaned back in his chair and wore another expressionless face. A moment later both Vernon and Dudley looked up. Without moving Harry quietly almost whispered "boo."
Dudley shrieked and Vernon jumped a little. Harry had become partial to tormenting the Durshley's since they could no longer scream at him without worrying about wizards banging down their door.
As Aunt Petunia had so nicely put it, "Oh, what the neighbors would think!"
Vernon turned a lovely shade of purple and started, "BOY I'"
Then he stopped and made a small growling sound and began to read the paper again. Dudley glared at Harry as he went to get a banana.
Later that day, when Harry was watching the news, Petunia and Dudley walked into the room and stared at Harry for a moment.
He was beginning to wonder if he was really that pretty when Petunia spoke up, "We're going to the mall."
Harry turned around and looked from one to the other.
Then she glared and said, "Are you coming or not."
Harry thought about it for a minute then nodded and stood up. Going to a place where there were people with mild intelligence was seemingly better than staying here.
Of course Harry didn't know that by "going to the mall" Petunia actually meant getting their hair done.
While Petunia was gossiping with the woman doing her hair and Dudley was getting a wittle hair cut, Harry sat in one of those leather couches by the window staring glumly out at passer Byers.
Nothing particularly interesting happened for quite some time. When Dudley had finished getting his hair cut Petunia motioned them over.
She was still getting her hair done. As Harry walked over, the woman trimming Petunia's bangs stared gawkingly at Harry's head.
Petunia told them to go do whatever they wanted for an hour. Dudley seemed very happy. Harry however, had no idea where to go.
Dudley ran over to an arcade and coincidently, his two friends Piers and Ernie were there also. They caught sight of Harry and began to walk over to him with evil grins on their faces. Harry slipped into the crowd.
As he was standing in front of a jewelry shop Dudley came and slammed right into him. Harry fell to the ground but stood up quickly. He was about to yell at his cousin when he noticed the color had drained from Dudley's face.
Harry followed his gaze and saw a group of people wearing black cloaks standing in front of a cafe. At first Harry was about to push Dudley back toward the hair place but then he realized that the people actually teenagers. Two were wearing black jackets and pants. Most of them were wearing dark colors, which at first had reminded Harry of death eaters.
Dudley had run off down the mall, but Harry stared at the group for awhile longer. One was holding a cup of coffee, but others seemed to have their hands in their pockets and looked quite uncomfortable. Others were simply leaning against the wall.
They all seemed to range between 15 and 17. Then one boy pulled out a long, thin, wooden stick from his pocket. Harry's eyes widened. The boy put it under his jacket and looked up. He whispered to the others and they looked up too.
At first Harry couldn't tell what they were looking at. Then he saw an approaching black figure. As it got closer, he saw it was a girl his age. She was wearing a long, black, leather looking jacket that went to her ankles. She wasn't extremely tall and her hair was dark and had red streaks in it.
Harry didn't get a good look at her face but she walked right up to the group. The boy pulled out the wand and handed it to the girl. She looked at it and nodded. The boy put it back in his jacket. She pulled something from a pocket that Harry couldn't see, but it made several of the teens look at the girl's hand with widened eyes.
They all began to walk down the walkway toward the exit. Harry started to walk after them. They were almost at the exit when the girl stopped and hit one of the others on the shoulder and they all stopped. Then they turned around and looked directly at Harry.
One of the boys started to walk towards Harry, but the girl's hand shot up and grabbed his arm and whispered something. He nodded.
The rest of them walked out of the mall, but the boy still stood staring at Harry. Harry walked up to him. As he did, he put his hand on his wand that rested in his pocket.
The boy said, "Don't be so obvious. There are muggles here."
Harry looked him in the eye and asked, "So you're a wizard as well?"
The boy laughed, turned around, and went through the exit.
Harry went outside as well, but there was no one out there.
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~*~Natalie~*~
Hey! Hope you liked it! I'll try to have another chapter up this friday or on the weekend. got school till then.
Bye!
