Harry Potter and the Forgotten Friends.
CHAPTER TWO: OUTCAST'S AND INTRODUCTION'S!
Eight years have past since the fatal day that James and Lily died. Pettigrew had become a traitor and a murderer. When the Ministry had cornered him in a small corner in Diagon Alley. He had been sent to Azkaban to live out the rest of his life, for killing James and Lily, and trying to frame Sirius for killing them. Harry had grown up living under the roof of the Dursely's house.
Harry was now nine years old and in the fourth grade. He had grown up living in a cupboard under the stairs, being the Dursely's 'maid' and Dudley's Punching Bag. Everyday started out the same. Harry's Aunt Petunia would storm out from the kitchen and over to the cupboard. She would bang on the cupboard door and snap; "Get up, boy!" After that his fat cousin would run down the stairs over and over, making dust fall down on his head, and when he would try to leave the cupboard, Dudley would slam it, in his face. And, then yell; "Get up cousin!"
Once he opened the door for a second time, he walked through the doors and into the kitchen. He got a lecture as soon as he had arrived in the kitchen, by his least favourite person… Uncle Vernon. He glared down at Harry with a look he had gotten used to over nine years. The look was loath, only Harry didn't know why Vernon hated him so much. What did he do to him?
"You boy! Hurry up and get breakfast ready. Get up earlier. Unless you want to find yourself out of the streets… where maybe you belong." He snapped. Harry sighed. He walked over to the sink area and started making their breakfast. After about ten minutes, he got some plates and gave the Dursely's their breakfast, while they gave Harry a piece of bread.
"…Thanks…" He muttered, as he ate the bread in silence. The table was silent, until Vernon spoke up. "Dudley! What have you learned at school lately?" He looked at his son, who was gobbling away on his bacon. His three chins wobbling. "Nothing dad. Only we're learning about…." He went into deep thinking. "We're learning about Algebra." Harry spoke up. Regretting that he did the second he said that.
All eyes turned on him. "I wasn't talking to you, *boy*."He stated. Harry sighed and went back to being silent. When everyone was done eating, Harry ended up having to clean up the dishes. This would defiantly make him late for school. Uncle Vernon always drove Dudley to school while Harry cleaned the dishes from the table, and walked off to school. It always made him late, and he had detentions every single day.
Dudley had already left for school, and lucky him. Uncle Vernon drove him very single day. While Uncle Vernon always made Harry walk…snow, rain, hail. Whatever the weather was doing… Harry would have to walk. It was 8:45am and school was going to start in fifteen minutes. Harry hadn't even left for school yet… he could be found in the kitchen washing the breakfast dishes.
He looked at the clock, nearby. It read 8:45am. 'Great school begins in fifteen minutes. And, schools like eight blocks away. I better get going, unless I want another detention.' Harry thought that he put the last glass away. He walked out of the kitchen and opened up his cupboard door. He grabbed his grocery bag, put his un-finished homework in the bag and walked into the living room. His aunt was sitting there watching something on TV. Something that Harry had never watched.
"Aunt Petunia? The dishes are done. Can I go to school now?" Harry asked, looking at her. Her eyes swivelled over to him. "Fine. Go. Get out of my face." She snapped and went back to her show. Harry nodded and silently left the house. He ran down the stone path, and down the silent, deserted street.
When he gotten about two blocks away from his house, he sighed and stopped running. He wondered what time it was. The Dursley's… being who they were, never had given him a watch. As he looked up the street a car was coming down. His Uncle Vernon was sitting in the front seat. As he past Harry he smirked at him, and stepped on the gas.
Harry stood there, coughing on the gas. 'Man… how I hate him.' He thought as he waved the smoke away. Then he ran off, down the streets. He was definitely going to be late today another detention was coming out, with his name on it!
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In front of the school…
On the street in front of Surrey Elementary School, a car was driving down the road. It was a red punch buggy, with two girls sitting in the front and passenger seat. The driver looked like she was around the age of thirty and the other girl looked like she was around the age of nine years old. It was the young girls' first day at her new school.
"Mum! Please! I don't want to go to a new school. I wanted to go on the trip with dad. His trips are always fun and exciting!" The girl whined from the passenger seat. Her mother sighed and rolled her eyes. She drove down the school driveway and parked. Not answering her daughters' question, she opened her door, and walked around to her daughters' door. She opened it with ease and looked at the little girl.
"Come on! Get out of the car! You can go on the trip with your dad when you're eleven!" Her mother replied. The young girls' eyes turned to her mother. "I'm not going to school. I'm going to sit in this car, until dad comes home." She stated. She then crossed her arms over her backpack and stared out the window.
"Rile-Anne Michele Black. Get out of that car now." Her mother said. The young girl flinched at the name. She was only called that, when trouble was right around the corner. Which was a lot of times… when you're a prankster. She grabbed her daughters' arm and dragged her out of the car, and down the driveway to the school's front doors. She sighed and gave into her mother. She walked into the school, showing no struggle. As soon as she walked into the school, a boy with black hair and glasses ran by her and down another hallway.
Her mother continued walking down the hall, Rile-Anne right behind her. While her mother had her arm, she was looking back to where the boy had disappeared. 'I think I have heard of that kid. I think that's the kid that dad was talking about, before he left on vacation. But… I can be wrong. It is such a big world.' She thought as her mum dragged her into the office.
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Harry walked down the hallway, until he reached his locker. He opened it with ease, considering that Harry had no friends, no one would ever be here his locker, and know anything about him, He would be an outcast for the rest of his life. He put his grocery bag in his locker and grabbed his books and went down the hall to his class.
On the way down to his class, he could only think of one thing. The girl that was in the front foyer of the school, she looked so familiar. He scoffed at that thought. "Get your head out of the sky, Potter. No one knows you… you're just an outcast… and that's all you will ever be." Harry mumbled to himself, as he opened the door to his class.
As he opened the door, everyone seemed to swivel around and look at him. His teacher, Miss. Snape stalked over to where Harry was. She looked like a vulture with a long body, and a very strict, mean, and hateful face. "Mr. Potter," She sneered, "You finally decided to join us. Detention after school." She snapped, and then walked away. Harry stuck his tongue out behind her back and walked to the back of the class, to his desk. Where he sat alone, and friendless.
Harry looked up at the clock. It was 9:30am. That's why she had flipped so much. 'Great… I wonder what my detention will be today?' He thought as he took out his English book. She was just about to start the lesson again, when there was a knock at the door. Miss. Snape's eyes swivelled over to the door. She slammed her book down on Catherine Smith's desk. Making her jump in the air.
She opened the door. The principal, Mrs. MacNeil stood there. The principal said something in a low tone. The students were all looking at the two grown-up's talking over something serious… they guessed. The problem must have been between them. They kept looking down and pointing at something in between them. That was a clear giveaway! After a while of talking, Miss. Snape nodded, and the principal walked away. When Miss. Berry came back in, a young girl followed her inside. She gave everyone a devilish smile and glared at everyone.
She looked so very odd… in her weird clothing. She had a blue, green and yellow t-shirt on with a purple vest on top of that. She wore pink Capri pants with normal jeans underneath. Her shoes were pink and the soles were a copper colour. Around her wrists she wore green cuffs. She also had black hair to the middle of her back, and devilish purple eyes. All the students seemed to whisper about her and her clothing. The girl looked at them all, as if she hadn't seen any of them whispering about her. When her eyes connected with Harry's she smiled and waved at him. Dumbfounded, Harry waved back. Then it hit him. That was the girl that he had seen before in the front foyer.
Miss. Snape glared at the class. That stopped their talking; they all turned and stared at the teacher. "That's better," She snapped, she then pointed to the girl behind her. "This is Rile-Anne Black. She transferred here from London." Miss Snape then wrote the girl's name on the board.
She looked at the class. "Actually… even though my name is Rile-Anne, all my friends call me Riley." She stated, glaring at the whole class. Miss. Snape huffed at Riley's braveness to say that to the class. "Go and sit down somewhere." She huffed. Riley shrugged and walked down the rows of the desks. There was only one empty seat.
It was in the middle of the room, beside a really fat kid. He looked like he had three chins. 'Oh great… I have to sit beside a fat kid. And he smells bad too." Riley thought to herself, as she casted a 'you stink' look at the kid. She had gotten that look from her father. Which she had never seen too much, he never was home, much. The boy also returned with a look, saying: 'At least I can dress better then you can. Looks like you got dressed in the dark.' Riley's anger got the better side of her. She pushed her chair out and kicked the back of his leg.
"OW! My leg. She kicked me." He shouted in the middle of class. Miss. Snape turned from writing on the board and stalked over to the two kids. Meanwhile, beside the teacher, all of the fat kids four friends were glaring and flexing their 'muscles' at her. Trying to be smart. She gave them an 'I'm not scared. Bring it on' look.
"Miss. Black. Did you hit poor old Dudley?" She said. She looked at Riley with a look of loath. Riley put a hand below her neck, acting like someone fainting. "Little old me? Of course not!" She said, trying to be innocent… which she never was. The teacher caught on, seeing that she was trying to hold in her laughter. "Don't be smart with me, young lady. You'll be serving detention with Mr. Potter tonight." She sneered and went back to the front of the class. Riley shrugged. The class went on slowly and soon enough it was recess time.
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As soon as the recess bell rang, everyone ran outside in a flash. Riley walked out through the doors by herself. 'I've already been here for a while, and I'm already an outcast. This school is filled with girly-girls, popular people, the geeks and dorks, the silent type, smelly-fat kids, and the bullies.' She thought as she was walking across the pavement. She pulled out her blue hat (A/N. The type of weird hat you wear when playing poker) to shield the sunrays from her eyes. She was looking for a shady tree, so that she could write a letter to her dad.
Her thoughts were cut short when her and another person crashed into the ground. Riley opened one eyes, to see a boy on top of her. He had black hair like hers with a scar on his forehead. With her free hand she rubbed the back of her head. "OW!" She stated, as she touched it. The boy got up and looked around for something. It was the kid that sat in the back of her class, just like her… alone, friendless and hard to figure out.
"Are you alright?" She asked looking over at him. He looked at her and smiled. "Do you know where my glasses are?" He asked, looking around, on the ground for them. She sighed and grabbed his arm, to stop him from bumping into a wall. "Um… I'm sorry. But, they broke when we crashed into each other. Hey… you're the boy in my class. I'm Riley Black. Who are you?" She asked. "I'm Harry Potte—" He was cut off by the sound of people running at them.
"Hey boy. We're not finished with you." The fattest one said, crushing his fists together. The other four boys behind the fattest one laughed. Riley looked from one to the other to the other. "What do you mean: "we're not finished with you yet." Are you hurting Harry?" She asked. She looked at Harry who nodded.
She clenched her fists together and walked over to where Dudley was standing. He looked at her, and she looked back at him, square in the eye. She then smiled a devilish smile that soon turned into a smirk. "What. Did. You. Say. To. Him? He is not a boy… well… he is. But he has a name. Call him by that name, Harry." Riley said, pointing a finger at Dudley and advancing on him. He looked worried. She smirked and kept advancing. "So call him by his name. Got that… *boy*?" She smirked at that.
Harry gasped. No one had ever stuck up to Dudley, especially for him. Maybe Riley would be different then everyone else at this school? Maybe he would actually have a friend for once? He then shook the thought away. Who would ever want to be friends with him? No one would… because he was 'family less freak' as Dudley would call him.
"Don't you ever call him boy. If I ever catch or hear you call Harry that, I will hit you so hard your grandparents will feel it in their graves!" Riley spat. Dudley smirked, and laughed at the girl, letting his four friends laugh as well. Anger boiled up inside her. She put her hand into a fist and it collided right into Dudley's nose.
"Opps! Did I do that? Bad me. Bad me." Riley imitated, and smacked her hands. Dudley screamed like a girl and ran off. That left his four friends left staring at Riley and Harry. Riley looked at them. She wiped the blood from her hand and smiled at the others. "Any other takers?" She looked up and clenched her two hands into fists. The remaining four screamed and ran off, after Dudley.
She turned back at Harry and smiled. Harry saw looking at her in awe. She rolled her eyes. "Hey Harry. You might want to close your mouth up… you're letting all the flies in." Riley said. She walked over to him and closed up his jaw. "It's not nice to stare. Take a picture… It'll last longer. That's what my dad told me." She said, and Harry stopped staring at her. He looked down at the ground.
"What's wrong?" She asked, as she looked curiously at him. "My parents are
dead. They died when I was one year old in a car crash. That is where my scar
comes from. Anything else?" He asked. The two of them laughed and looked at
each other in the eyes.
"This is going to be a great friendship. As long as you have me… Dudley and his friends won't bother you, and if you want… I can share my dad with you. I don't see him to often, though. And you can help me… with my many faults. I guess." Riley said, deep in thought. She slung an arm around Harry's shoulders. Harry laughed. That was the first time he had laughed since he had been living with the Dursley's.
It was cut short when a voice was heard in the distance. "RILEY BLACK! GET OVER HERE!" Riley and Harry looked over to where the voice was coming from. It was the principal, Miss. Snape and Dudley. Riley rolled her eyes and sighed. "Awe man. Come on Harry. We have to go!" Riley shouted. She grabbed Harry's arm and ran off, away from the teachers. Making them run after her and Harry.
They ran away from the teachers, so fast you could go, and if you looked closely, you would think you saw dust fly up from where they were standing. They out distanced the teachers and they hid behind some trees by the baseball diamond. They laughed, when the teachers couldn't find them. Then to their disgust the bell rang. They had to go back into their class… with Miss. Snape and the rest of them.
They came out from behind the trees only to see Dudley point at them. The two troublemakers looked at each other and rolled their eyes. Miss. Snape grabbed Riley's ear and dragged her back to the class, while Mrs. MacNeil had grabbed Harry's ear. Dudley walked in between Harry and Riley, laughing as well as he could with a broken nose. Mr. And Mrs. Dursley were coming to pick Dudley up. Harry would be in so much trouble when he arrived home at the Dursley's house.
They marched into the school, dragging two people behind them. Miss. Snape and Dudley had gone into the class. Everyone saw that Harry and Riley were missing. The next thing they saw was the two of them walking behind the principal. That's was all they had got to see. For, Miss. Snape had slammed the door closed. Then she went into a lecture, and told everyone what Mr. Potter and Miss. Black had done.
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At the Principal's office…
Harry and Riley were sitting in the office chairs, in front of Mrs. MacNeil's desk. Mrs. MacNeil was pacing back and forth behind her desk. Harry and Riley looked from her to each other, and then to the door. How much worse could this get? A lot worse, Mrs. MacNeil stopped pacing and looked at the two.
"I am going to have to call your parents. Miss. Black, Mr. Potter, give me your parents phone numbers right away. Harry paled and Riley huffed, giving the icy glare. "876-5354. Ask for my dad. He said that he would be home around two o'clock." Riley said. She then stared at the phone, and looked up at the principal, who was looking at Harry. Harry just paled more.
"Hey! Stop! You're just making him pale more. Surprisingly, he hasn't fainted yet!" Riley shrieked, pointing at Harry. Harry smiled and mouthed a 'thank you.' He then turned to the principal. "My parents are dead. I live with the Dursely's. And, they're coming to pick up Dudley." Harry replied.
The principal nodded, and sighed. "Fine. Miss. Black call your parents." She pointed to a phone. Riley slid off her chair and picked up the phone. Harry looked at her, knowing that he was in the worst trouble… ever. Just because he had someone stick up for him… and beat up his *cousin*
The phone ringed and ringed until someone finally picked up the phone.
"Hello? What can I help ya with?" A voice asked.
Riley rolled her eyes. "Hi mum. Is dad home? I need to talk to him… it's important." Riley replied.
"What have you done now? You'll only been at school for half a day! And, dad's not home yet. He called and said that he would be home a little later." Her mother sighed. "I'll be right there. Bye."
"Bye." Riley replied and hung up the phone. She walked away and sat back in her chair. Her arms crossed, staring at the teacher with an icy glare. While the teacher, glared from in between Riley and Harry, thinking of a punishment.
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The room was silent, until one female and male voice's were heard outside. They were talking about someone in the parking lot.
"Did you see that woman? She couldn't even drive. She took that spot I had pointed out to you. Honestly… people have no consideration!" The woman said. "I agree. Her kid here… is probably a maniac and a menace to society." The man replied. Soon enough, the voices of those people's had entered the room. Harry paled at the sight of those people and they looked at the two children.
"YOU!" The man screeched, pointing at Harry. It was Uncle Vernon with Aunt Petunia at his side. They looked down at the girl in the chair next to him. She grinned devilishly at them and smirked. She then lifted her one foot up on chair, turned her glaze away and looked at her very long fingernails.
The door then opened again. A woman around the age of thirty bounded into the room, her brown hair and hazel eyes alive. The smile on her face disappeared when she saw the Dursley's… it turned into a look of loath. The Dursley's had also stopped from glaring at Harry and his sidekick to the woman.
"YOU! You're the woman who took our parking place! It was ours!" Petunia snapped, pointing a finger at the woman's face. The woman smirked and looked Petunia right in the eyes. "You're finger is no need here. Pointing is for little kids… aren't you a little big for a little kid? Keep pointing that finger at me, you'll have no finger left to point with." The woman replied, and walked past the Dursley's.
"Way to go mum!" Riley stated. Her mother smiled at her and her friend. "I know. Wasn't it?" The two girls went into laughter, and gave each other a high five. Harry sat there, trying not to laugh. If he did… he would be in more trouble, then he already was. Her mother then turned and faced the principal. She put her hands down on the table, which made the principal jump, and her mug of coffee almost spill.
"I'm Mrs. Arabella Black. What has my daughter done this time?" Arabella asked, looking at the principal. The principal was in shock. She looked at Mrs. Black with shock. "Maybe… the children should go outside and wait?" The principal stated. Arabella nodded, and waved her hand at Riley and Harry. The two got the message and went outside. The two left the office and out into the hall.
As soon as the door closed they heard yelling. Between the Dursleys, the principal and Mrs. Black. They were discussing their punishment for what they did to Dudley. Mrs. Black was fighting for the two children, saying that it was all Dudley's fault, and that he should stop bugging Harry. While the Dursley's took offence to that, and said that Harry shouldn't get in Dudley's way, and that he was worthless fool. The principal sat there, trying to break up these two 'families' fights. They still had to discuss the children's detention, and what should be done with the three kids.
To be continued… What is the Detention going to be? And what will happen in between the three kids? R&R!!