Harry Potter and the Forgotten Friends
CHAPTER FOUR: AFTER DETENTION!
Riley and Harry walked up the little pathway leading up to the Black's front door. Only one thing crossed their minds… what was all that stuff in the bag? They had never seen anything close to it before, not in a million years. "Hey… maybe… it's from a space ship? Maybe Mr. Fletcher is an alien?" Riley asked, looking over at Harry. The two of them had been trying to figure out what all those things were, ever since Harry showed them to Riley.
"I don't think so," Harry said, thinking about this, "I don't think he would be an alien. Alien's are strange, and talk in gibberish. So then, Human's can't understand them." Harry replied, as Riley opened the front door, the two walked in through the door.
"Yeah right, Harry. And I'm the Queen of England!" Riley laughed, as she closed the door behind her. Harry rolled his eyes, and gave Riley a 'you are to crazy for my well being' look. Riley replied with a 'blah, blah, blah' look.
Riley walked down the brightly coloured hall in her house. "Mom? Dad? Are you here?" She called.
No answer. Riley shrugged, thinking that her parents weren't home. She looked over at Harry who was holding the weird objects out to her. Riley waved an impatient hand at Harry, who nodded and put the bag at his feet. "She's not here," Riley said, "Let's go outside to the tree house. They'll be home soon enou—" Riley was cut off, by a faint voice from the open door, leading down to their family room. Harry and Riley looked at the door, with shear confusion.
"I'm down here, Riley. Just looking at some things." Her mother called up the stairs to them. Riley nodded, and shrugged at Harry. "Want to go outside?" Riley asked. Harry nodded, and grabbed the bag from his feet. They had just opened the front door, and they were going to go outside, but a thump, thump, thump was heard from the stairs leading to the basement. Arabella appeared from the basement, not looking at the two kids. Riley and Harry froze, they looked at her – and, there were tears coming down her cheeks?
"Dinner will be ready in forty minutes, give or take," She mumbled, walking towards the kitchen door. "Riley, you're dad will be home soon. He called a while ago. He's on his way, he should be here for dinner." Her mother said, as she disappeared into the kitchen.
Riley stood there stunned for a second. Harry looked at Riley, and then poked her snapping her back to reality. "OK?" Riley said, in a slow, cautious voice. She looked at the kitchen door, she slowly left the house and walked outside with Harry. 'Mom's never acted like this before. Adult's are too hard to figure out!' Riley thought to herself. As soon as Arabella heard the front door close from inside the kitchen, she broke down crying at the kitchen table. It was too much to bear… eight years ago they were alive, but now, it was all gone.
'Why? Why did it have to be James and Lily? They were so young, had a lot going for them, but now… their gone, the gang's all broken up. Poor Harry!' She thought, as she sat there at the kitchen table, crying.
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Riley and Harry made it across the yard, slowly, thinking about different things. What was up with Riley's mom? And how would they get Dudley back, for suspending them. Riley sighed as she leaned against a big oak tree trunk as she looked at Harry, who was hanging from the ladder, heading up to Riley's tree house. "Are we going up?" Harry asked. Riley smiled, and climbed up the ladder, after Harry.
The tree house was hidden in the most perfect spot. Riley's dad had made it for her, when they had first moved here. It was up in a big oak tree, and the leaves hid most of tree house from the view of unexpected visitors. Because, no one knew the tree house was up there, except the Black's and Harry. The ladder had been attached been attached to the tree trunk with an electronically, high-powered screwdriver. The Inside of the tree fort was warped. It had four walls, a door, two windows and a gap in the wall, which made it look like five walls instead.
The gap in the wall revealed a long rope that extended from the branch the rope was tied to, and down to the green grass below. The rope had knots tied in it. Making it easier for you to climb up and down the rope easily, and faster then trying to get up without the knots. But… there was another way down. Not by the ladder or the rope. You could climb down the tree by going out window, or by jumping from the fort to ground, where the rope hung, leaving you with a few broken ribs at the bottom of the tree trunk, unless someone managed to catch you in time.
The tree house was painted weird – it was splattered with paint. Red, orange, purple, yellow, you name it the colour was probably there, somewhere? Minus the colour pink! That was the one colour Riley despised with a passion.
Harry flopped down in one of the two-beanbag chairs that sat in the corners of one of the corners in the 'house'. He dropped the bag of items on the wooden floor and looked over at Riley. She had her head sticking out the window, as if she was looking for something outside the window. "Riley? Why didn't you show these things to your mom when we were inside?" Harry asked, looking over at Riley. Riley brought her head inside from the window.
Riley sighed and leaned against one of the poles holding the roof up. " I don't have an exact answer for you Harry. I've never seen my mother this sad before. Whatever my mom was looking at in the basement was making her cry. I'm going down to my basement tonight to see what my mom was looking at. Are you going to come with me?" Riley asked, looking at Harry with a glint of mischief in her eyes. Harry nodded and smiled.
The two of them spent the time until dinner was ready out in the tree house. They were obsessed with proving that they were better then the other. It was a type of wit's game, seeing how far your wits would take you. They timed everything – trying to beat each other's records. If these two weren't the best of friends, you would think that they were having an all out far – over strength and mind 'power'.
The sun had almost set now. It was setting at a steady pace; over the horizon if you looked close enough you could see a strip of the bright, shimmering sun disappearing from view. The sky was pretty — with tints of purple, red and yellow covering the portion of the sky. As if someone had switched a light on in the sky, the stars came on. Twinkling white lights high in the sky, surrounded by a sheet of semi-dark sky.
"Is there anything we can do, to try and prove out wit's to each other?" Harry asked, looking from Riley to the rest of room. The rest of the room; was a mess. Everything had been pulled from the shelves and onto the floor, covering it completely. Riley sighed and shrugged her shoulders. A car was heard in the distance, the sound of the car got closer and closer, until it came to a stop. Silence filled the air once again. The cars' door slammed shut when a person closed it. Riley looked out the window and gasped.
"DAD!!" She shouted from the tree house window. The man looked up at the tree house and waved to her. He had black hair to about his shoulder, complete with a leather coat and beat up blue jeans. He started walking over to where the big oak tree was located. Riley disappeared from the window and looked over at Harry, with a grin on her face.
"My dad's home. Come down and meet him." Riley said to Harry who smiled at her from the beanbag chair. Riley made her way across the messy wooden floor and over to the gap in the wall, where the rope hung. She smiled evilly, and jumped down from the tree. Her dad gasped, and dropped his briefcase to the ground. He ran over to the tree, and caught Riley before she lost a few bones with the impact of the fall.
Her dad put her down on the ground, and smiled at her. "Hi Dad. Welcome back, how was the trip?" Riley asked, wondering if her dad had brought her something, because he usually did have something for her. "Well, you know what I'm going to say, Riley. It was good. As good as a trip can be," He laughed as he looked at Riley, who was mimicking him. Riley smirked and looked up at the tree house. Harry was on his way down the rope, backpack attached to his shoulders. She looked back at her dad, who continued on talking. "So, hoe's school? Any new friends, yet?" He asked, knowing that his daughter usually took people by surprise, and mostly everyone ignored her.
She smiled, evilly at him. "Yes, actually I do. We're actually… a lot alike, like we used to know each other. I know that it sounds crazy," Riley added hastily, as her dad raised an eyebrow at her. "We've already been expelled because I accidentally broke his fat cousin's nose. But hey… his cousin was trying to beat him up again, and he kept calling him *boy* like he didn't have a name. He's not my boyfriend, just a really good friend. That's all. " Riley assured him, with her hands up in defence, laughing slightly. Harry jumped lightly to the ground, and started walking over to where Riley and her father were standing.
"Dad… I want you to meet my best friend, Harry." Riley said, pointing to the approaching boy. He turned around and came almost face to face with a boy. The boy had a thin face, knobbly knees, black hair and bright-green emerald eyes. He wore round glasses held together with a lot of Sellotape. And, peeking out from under his hair, a scar – that looked like a lightening bolt? His clothes looked like they were three sizes to big, and if you looked him straight in the eyes, you could see something. Not psychically, but mentally. The look was of loneliness and sorrow. He had seen all these symptoms before, eight years ago to be exact. He had been face to face with his best friends' death, and almost his godson's death. The thought, was still too much for him to bear.
He snapped out of his gaze, and smiled at Harry, who semi-smiled back. "Hi Harry." He said, in shock. Harry looked up at him, waved and mumbled a 'hi'. Riley then came running over to where Harry and her dad were standing. Her smile faded as she looked over at the two of them. Her dad was standing there, in shock – for some reason that Riley couldn't figure out. Harry was staring at the ground, not daring to look up at Mr. Black, because he stared way to hard!
"Dad! Harry! Snap out of it!" Riley shouted. Her father snapped out of his gaze, and looked at Riley. Harry also looked at Riley, both wondering one thing 'What did I do?' There was a long silence, where they both looked at Riley, who started back at both of them with a cold look.
"Riley? Does your friend Harry have a last name? Or, is his name Harry. Just plain Harry?" He asked, as he walked a little way away from them picking up his briefcase. Riley smiled, and slung an arm around Harry's shoulder. "This would be Harry Potter. One of my great friends and my partner in crime." Riley explained. Mr. Black, who had just picked up his briefcase, dropped it again when he heard Harry's name. He picked the briefcase up and walked over to the kids.
Before he could say anything, Riley started her chatter again, this time it was too Harry though. "Yeah, this is my dad, if you haven't already guessed. He's really into leather and "cool" things, but what he thinks is cool, we find it weird." Riley whispered. He glared over at them; "I heard that. I'm not deaf!" He said. The front door opened, and Arabella appeared in the doorframe. The three looked over at the doorframe, they waved to her, as she called them in for dinner and disappeared from view again. They walked across the lawn and into the house.
As soon as they entered the house, they quickly flung there shoes into the corner of the room is seconds, clumped carelessly together in the corner, with dabs of mud on the walls. They walked down the colour painting walls and in through the kitchen doors. As soon as the three entered the kitchen door, they stopped all of the sudden. The kitchen smelled wonderful, on the oval table there was tons of food on the table, everything from potatoes to french-fries, ice cream to cookies. They stared at all food, obviously Mrs Black and put a lot of work into making this food.
Mrs Black walked over to them and sighed at them. "Guys? The food is edible, so come and sit down and eat it, before it all goes cold." She said, as she sat down at the table. They all snapped back to reality and sat down at the oval table as well. The dinner was so good, that the four people seated at the table barely talked for the whole time they sat there. Every once and awhile, a small chatter would break out, about nothing too peculiar. Things just about how his trip was and what everyone did today.
Once they were all done eating the four people sat there, looking at the plates and at each other. After a few minutes of seating around doing nothing, Riley scooped the backpack of objects from beside Harry's chair legs and looked up at her parents. She dropped the bag on the table, which it landed with a big thud on the table, well, that got her parents attention. They both looked over at her, and seeing the look in her eyes, they gave her a quizzical look, knowing something was up.
"Guess what? From the janitor at school, Mr. Fletcher, gave Harry," She started off, looking at both her parents, who were staring her and Harry down. "He gave Harry a bag full of objects. All the objects are in this bag. They look like they're from the 70's! All he told us was that we would have a better use for these objects then he would." She gave her parents a lop-sized grin. Mr and Mrs Black were silent as they looked at each other, both thinking the exact same thing. 'Fletcher? Why on earth do I think this would be Mundungus Fletcher from our year at Hogwarts?'
After moments of tense silence in the little kitchen, a sound was heard. The scraping of a chair against the floor was heard as Mr Black moved his chair back and walked over to where the kids sat with the bag of objects. He looked down at the two, "Could I see the bag and the objects? Since, we were around in the seventy's, I meant know what they are." He said. Riley grabbed the bag from the table and handed it over into her dads' outstretched hand. He walked back to his spot at the table, picked up his dishes and walked over to the sink on the other side of the kitchen. After he put his plates on the counter, he turned on his heel and walked out through the kitchen door and down the hall. Disappearing into another room, which Harry hadn't seen before. There were two white doors that rolled out into the wall, revealing another room. The room had shelves of books, and a desk in front of the books, but that's all he got to see, before he closed the doors behind him.
Back in the kitchen, Harry looked confused at the door, while Riley looked over at him. "That's his study room. He always goes in there at night, to think and get away from stress and things. I don't go in there very much, it's very weird! I swear, the 70's were on hard and weird times!" Riley stated, making a face. Harry and Riley started laughing crazily; it was as if they were hyper or on laughing gas.
Mrs. Black looked over to the two kids, 'they sure are crazy, just like their fathers were back when we were at school.' She thought as she looked over to the two kids. She looked up at the clock and clued in. "On my! It's ten o'clock. You kids should be getting to bed soon. I know we had a late supper, but that doesn't matter. We have a big day tomorrow." She said, with an amused look in her eyes.
Riley looked at her, like she had to know right then and there. Riley soon shrugged it off, and walked off down the hall with Harry, they slowly walked up the spiral stairs leading to the upstairs. She sighed as her daughter and her godson, who knew none of this, disappeared from her sight. Thoughts started racing through her mind; 'Fletcher is Harry's janitor, and gave him these objects. James and Lily's son is in our house. He knows nothing about his past, and is best friends with his god sister. I wonder if Dumbledore knew Harry was here when we moved here? He must have, he knows everything.' She thought as she left the kitchen, leaving the dirty dishes piled up on the counter. She walked down the hall and opened the white doors leading into the study room. She had to see what the objects in the bag where, and if they were what she thought they were.
TBC… What will happen next? I don't know, I haven't written it yet! Oh, and everything goes to Gypsy Malfoy, for figuring out what the third chapter meant! I knew someone would have to figure it out, eventually.
Fire Spirt.