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Sandra. J.K Rowling owns them.
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Harry started moving up the stairs with Sandra behind him. When he got into the guestroom, Sandra closed behind them.
"You don't like being here, am I right?" Sandra asked.
"I have never liked being here and I'll never will", Harry said shortly.
"I guess professor Dumbledore was right...again", Sandra said. "God, I hate it when he's right!"
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Chapter 2. Questions
"Dumbledore? You know him?" Harry said surprised.
"Of course I know Dumbledore. Who doesn't?" Sandra said a shrilly.
"Are you a witch?"
"Yes I am. Dumbledore sent me", said Sandra, as if it was obvious.
"So now he is sending me a babysitter", Harry said, trying to keep a low voice. 'This is just like last year, he sent me someone to spy on me and now he is sending me some girl', Harry thought.
"No, he is not sending you me as a babysitter, I don't even now how to take care of a baby. He is sending you me as a friend you can talk to", Sandra said softly.
"I already have friends to talk to. I don't need another one."
"Don't need another one, or don't want another one, Harry?"
"I am not forced to answer that", Harry said while turning his back on her. But he knew she was right, he didn't want another friend. Another friend to worry about.
"You will answer all of my questions and talk to me as if I was your diary, Harry...yes you will...eventually."
"I don't need a shrink", he said through gritted teeth
"I am not a shrink. My foster mum is", Sandra said sulky.
Harry suddenly turned round and faced her. "A foster mum? Why do you have a foster mum? Where's your real mum?"
"So, you think it's right for you to ask me questions and expect an answer while you're not answering mine? Well I'm not answering anything to you. But I do have a suggestion."
"And I can't wait to hear it", Harry said in a ironic tone.
"How about the two of us go for a walk after breakfast tomorrow so we can play a little game?"
"What kind of a game?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"Well, I start asking you a question and then you ask me a question and so on. Of course, we have to answer whatever the question is."
Harry thought about it for a moment. Then he agreed. He was very curious about the mysterious girl.
"So...are you really from Sweden?" he asked.
"Nice try, honey. But you'll just have to wait to ask me that question. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to clean up my things."
"Did you just call me honey?" Harry asked.
"Well, yeah, I suppose I did. Why, are you surprised?"
"Yes I am. I was just thinking that if Dumbledore would send me someone he would send someone more like Hermione."
"And I am not like this Hermione girl?" Sandra asked as she started unpacking one of her bags. She unpacked clothes out, make-up stuff, phones, pictures and a lot of things Harry knew anything about. If all that was in one of her bags, Harry wondered, what was in the rest of the bags. To Harry's opinion she seemed like a snob.
"Well, she never calls me honey and you seem a little wild...and very crazy about clothes."
"Oh...well, I take that as a complement. And speaking of clothes the day after tomorrow we are going out shopping. I need some clothes. And we're going to buy you some too", Sandra said. "You have asked me a question so tomorrow I will start by asking you a question. Now I want to be alone." Sandra walked over to Harry and took him by his arm and pushed him out of her room.
"What are going to do?"
"I'm going to beat the shit out of you if you don't get out of my sight before I count to three. One...two", Sandra started.
"Fine, I'll leave...", Harry said a little taken back. "I'll let you know when supper is ready." Sandra only slammed the door.
Harry got to his room, took off his glasses, threw himself on the bed and closed hid eyes. He was thinking about Sandra. Why would Dumbledore send him someone like Sandra? She was definitely not the person he thought Dumbledore would send him.
Harry thought Dumbledore would send him someone more responsible, but of course, Harry would have been much happier if Dumbledore didn't send anyone at all.
Why didn't he just send Hermione or Ron? Harry wasn't in a mood to go shopping with a girl, who was crazy about clothes. He would rather just sit in his room and take it easy, but he was very interested in Sandra.
Soon enough Harry fell in a dreamless sleep and woke up by someone throwing ice on him. Who was it? Sandra.
"What are you doing", Harry said, suddenly furious with Sandra.
"What does it look like? I wanted to tell you that supper is ready." Harry looked at her as if she was crazy. "Well.couldn't you just wake me up like a normal person", Harry said...almost yelling as he reached out for his glasses.
"I called your name several times...but you didn't listen. Anyway, do you want to take that walk after supper instead? Besides it wasn't my idea to throw ice on you, it was Dudleys'. Don't put them on!"
"Yes we could go out after supper. And put what on?"
"Your glasses. You look much hotter without them." Harry thought he had lost his tongue for a moment because he couldn't talk, but then he accidentally bit it and grimaced. No girl had ever spoken to him like Sandra did, and in a creepy way...he liked it.
"What's wrong?" Sandra asked confused.
"Nothing", Harry answered as he felt his tongue again. "But, how do you expect me to see without my glasses?"
"Hmm...stand up and close your eyes", she looked at him for a moment then closed her eyes, with a sly smile on her lips, and concentrated. "Open your eyes now."
Harry opened his eyes slowly. "We'd better get down now", he said.
"Yeah...we should." Harry noticed she had a very strange tone in her voice and he wondered how on earth she made his sight so perfect? He could ask her later tonight.
The Dursleys' got a very strange look on their faces when Sandra told them that she and Harry were going out for a walk.
They walked quietly for about five minutes before Sandra opened her mouth. "So are we going to start asking now?"
"Yeah, I suppose so", Harry said as he kicked a stone.
"Well I'm gonna ask you tree questions starting now. Do you have a girlfriend?" Sandra asked. Harry looked surprised at Sandra. Whatever he had expected her to ask, this was not the questions he thought she would ask him first.
"Well I had one...kind of. It was a mistake. It didn't work out", he said, thinking about Cho Chang. "So that's history now?" Sandra said and covered her mouth quickly with her hand and said: "There goes question number two", she muttered when she removed her hand.
"Yes we are history now", Harry said, trying to hide his laugh.
"I got one more question. What is your biggest wish now?" Harry thought about it at a moment. His first thought was to see his parents again...like the Mirror of Erised had shown him in his first-year. But that wasn't his deepest desire now.
"I want to see Sirius again. And talk to him. I want to ask him if he thinks it was my fault he d-died", Harry said as he kicked four stones in a row. "OK. Now it's your turn to ask me", Sandra said softly. "But only one question."
"Well...why do you live with a foster mum? Where are your real parents?"
"That was two questions. Pick one of them."
"Fine. Where are your real parents?"
"They're dead", said Sandra sadly. "And I know who killed them."
"Who is it?" Harry asked. He wanted to know who had killed Sandra's parents.
"It's my turn to ask you a question. Who is the most good-looking girl you've ever met?"
Harry looked at her. She could ask him questions a lot of people would love to ask, but instead she asked only silly questions. His first thought about the most beautiful girl he met, was Fleur Delacour, but she was a veela and was born beautiful.
He looked at Sandra again...only this time he stared at her for long time, he hadn't really noticed how beautiful she was.
"You are the most good-looking girl I ever seen in my life", he answered and blushed. "Er...Who killed your parents?" he asked quickly.
"Thanks for thinking I'm the most beautiful girl you've ever seen. But you haven't met my cousin yet. I killed my parents, Harry, I did."
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Harry started moving up the stairs with Sandra behind him. When he got into the guestroom, Sandra closed behind them.
"You don't like being here, am I right?" Sandra asked.
"I have never liked being here and I'll never will", Harry said shortly.
"I guess professor Dumbledore was right...again", Sandra said. "God, I hate it when he's right!"
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Chapter 2. Questions
"Dumbledore? You know him?" Harry said surprised.
"Of course I know Dumbledore. Who doesn't?" Sandra said a shrilly.
"Are you a witch?"
"Yes I am. Dumbledore sent me", said Sandra, as if it was obvious.
"So now he is sending me a babysitter", Harry said, trying to keep a low voice. 'This is just like last year, he sent me someone to spy on me and now he is sending me some girl', Harry thought.
"No, he is not sending you me as a babysitter, I don't even now how to take care of a baby. He is sending you me as a friend you can talk to", Sandra said softly.
"I already have friends to talk to. I don't need another one."
"Don't need another one, or don't want another one, Harry?"
"I am not forced to answer that", Harry said while turning his back on her. But he knew she was right, he didn't want another friend. Another friend to worry about.
"You will answer all of my questions and talk to me as if I was your diary, Harry...yes you will...eventually."
"I don't need a shrink", he said through gritted teeth
"I am not a shrink. My foster mum is", Sandra said sulky.
Harry suddenly turned round and faced her. "A foster mum? Why do you have a foster mum? Where's your real mum?"
"So, you think it's right for you to ask me questions and expect an answer while you're not answering mine? Well I'm not answering anything to you. But I do have a suggestion."
"And I can't wait to hear it", Harry said in a ironic tone.
"How about the two of us go for a walk after breakfast tomorrow so we can play a little game?"
"What kind of a game?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"Well, I start asking you a question and then you ask me a question and so on. Of course, we have to answer whatever the question is."
Harry thought about it for a moment. Then he agreed. He was very curious about the mysterious girl.
"So...are you really from Sweden?" he asked.
"Nice try, honey. But you'll just have to wait to ask me that question. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to clean up my things."
"Did you just call me honey?" Harry asked.
"Well, yeah, I suppose I did. Why, are you surprised?"
"Yes I am. I was just thinking that if Dumbledore would send me someone he would send someone more like Hermione."
"And I am not like this Hermione girl?" Sandra asked as she started unpacking one of her bags. She unpacked clothes out, make-up stuff, phones, pictures and a lot of things Harry knew anything about. If all that was in one of her bags, Harry wondered, what was in the rest of the bags. To Harry's opinion she seemed like a snob.
"Well, she never calls me honey and you seem a little wild...and very crazy about clothes."
"Oh...well, I take that as a complement. And speaking of clothes the day after tomorrow we are going out shopping. I need some clothes. And we're going to buy you some too", Sandra said. "You have asked me a question so tomorrow I will start by asking you a question. Now I want to be alone." Sandra walked over to Harry and took him by his arm and pushed him out of her room.
"What are going to do?"
"I'm going to beat the shit out of you if you don't get out of my sight before I count to three. One...two", Sandra started.
"Fine, I'll leave...", Harry said a little taken back. "I'll let you know when supper is ready." Sandra only slammed the door.
Harry got to his room, took off his glasses, threw himself on the bed and closed hid eyes. He was thinking about Sandra. Why would Dumbledore send him someone like Sandra? She was definitely not the person he thought Dumbledore would send him.
Harry thought Dumbledore would send him someone more responsible, but of course, Harry would have been much happier if Dumbledore didn't send anyone at all.
Why didn't he just send Hermione or Ron? Harry wasn't in a mood to go shopping with a girl, who was crazy about clothes. He would rather just sit in his room and take it easy, but he was very interested in Sandra.
Soon enough Harry fell in a dreamless sleep and woke up by someone throwing ice on him. Who was it? Sandra.
"What are you doing", Harry said, suddenly furious with Sandra.
"What does it look like? I wanted to tell you that supper is ready." Harry looked at her as if she was crazy. "Well.couldn't you just wake me up like a normal person", Harry said...almost yelling as he reached out for his glasses.
"I called your name several times...but you didn't listen. Anyway, do you want to take that walk after supper instead? Besides it wasn't my idea to throw ice on you, it was Dudleys'. Don't put them on!"
"Yes we could go out after supper. And put what on?"
"Your glasses. You look much hotter without them." Harry thought he had lost his tongue for a moment because he couldn't talk, but then he accidentally bit it and grimaced. No girl had ever spoken to him like Sandra did, and in a creepy way...he liked it.
"What's wrong?" Sandra asked confused.
"Nothing", Harry answered as he felt his tongue again. "But, how do you expect me to see without my glasses?"
"Hmm...stand up and close your eyes", she looked at him for a moment then closed her eyes, with a sly smile on her lips, and concentrated. "Open your eyes now."
Harry opened his eyes slowly. "We'd better get down now", he said.
"Yeah...we should." Harry noticed she had a very strange tone in her voice and he wondered how on earth she made his sight so perfect? He could ask her later tonight.
The Dursleys' got a very strange look on their faces when Sandra told them that she and Harry were going out for a walk.
They walked quietly for about five minutes before Sandra opened her mouth. "So are we going to start asking now?"
"Yeah, I suppose so", Harry said as he kicked a stone.
"Well I'm gonna ask you tree questions starting now. Do you have a girlfriend?" Sandra asked. Harry looked surprised at Sandra. Whatever he had expected her to ask, this was not the questions he thought she would ask him first.
"Well I had one...kind of. It was a mistake. It didn't work out", he said, thinking about Cho Chang. "So that's history now?" Sandra said and covered her mouth quickly with her hand and said: "There goes question number two", she muttered when she removed her hand.
"Yes we are history now", Harry said, trying to hide his laugh.
"I got one more question. What is your biggest wish now?" Harry thought about it at a moment. His first thought was to see his parents again...like the Mirror of Erised had shown him in his first-year. But that wasn't his deepest desire now.
"I want to see Sirius again. And talk to him. I want to ask him if he thinks it was my fault he d-died", Harry said as he kicked four stones in a row. "OK. Now it's your turn to ask me", Sandra said softly. "But only one question."
"Well...why do you live with a foster mum? Where are your real parents?"
"That was two questions. Pick one of them."
"Fine. Where are your real parents?"
"They're dead", said Sandra sadly. "And I know who killed them."
"Who is it?" Harry asked. He wanted to know who had killed Sandra's parents.
"It's my turn to ask you a question. Who is the most good-looking girl you've ever met?"
Harry looked at her. She could ask him questions a lot of people would love to ask, but instead she asked only silly questions. His first thought about the most beautiful girl he met, was Fleur Delacour, but she was a veela and was born beautiful.
He looked at Sandra again...only this time he stared at her for long time, he hadn't really noticed how beautiful she was.
"You are the most good-looking girl I ever seen in my life", he answered and blushed. "Er...Who killed your parents?" he asked quickly.
"Thanks for thinking I'm the most beautiful girl you've ever seen. But you haven't met my cousin yet. I killed my parents, Harry, I did."