Later in the day, all of the inhabitants of the house came into the kitchen and around the table for dinner.
"Ron, I've been meaning to ask you, what ever happened to Kreacher?"
Mrs. Weasley gave him a dark look.
"It's a house-elf's duty to keep within the family as long as the family is living." She stopped, and glared at the Black tapestry. "When a Black dies, Kreacher searches for the next closest, living relative, this time, it so happens to be Narcissia, and Lucius Malfoy." Mrs. Weasley looked solemnly at Harry.
Harry stopped to look around the table. Mr. Weasley had cringed at the name. Ron on the other hand, was gritting his teeth and began mumbling strange curse words under his breath.
Harry headed to bed, knowing that he would finally be safe. Thoughts flashed through his head as he drifted off to sleep...the vision of Cho crying...Sirius dying...and Voldemort rising from the dead...would these visions forever haunt his memory? Would it be simpler to die? His thoughts tumbled in his mind, as morning soon came to pass...
The next few weeks were spent getting to know Lauren. She was a Canadian, she came from a province called Ontario, and lived in a big city called Toronto. She told them of the many things she longed for, her old friends (And Harry found out she was still single), her dog, and her nice apartment. Harry had a small liking for her; at this point, it was at a friend basis. But, Harry, Ron, and Hermione noticed she was a little more...mischievous, than them, in more of a Slytherin way. As a precaution, they identified Malfoy, and his goons, and taught her to stay away from Slytherin.
Near the end of August, the troop was ready to go to Diagon Alley. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and even Lauren had gotten their letters. Unfortunately, for Mrs. Weasley, neither Ron nor Hermione had gotten a Head position. They shrugged it off; it didn't seem to matter anymore, as long as Draco didn't get the honours.
The headed off to Diagon Alley, Lauren needed new robes, so Hermione went with her as Ron and Harry took a look around the wizard shops. They met back at Flourish & Blotts to get their books. As the sun started to set, they headed back to find the rest of the Weasleys, but before they could do so, an unpleasant serpent stopped them.
"Oh look, it's Harry Potter" Malfoy smirked, "And his friends..." He added grimly.
His eyes focused upon Lauren.
"Who's this?" The sun seemed to focus on his shimmering almost white hair, nothing like her own, but it had caught her attention.
"Her name is Lauren. So spread some joy in her newly found life here in London, and LEAVE!"
Draco turned abruptly and gave Lauren a small smile as he slunk back into the shadows...
As they headed back to the Order's Residence Lauren wondered why Malfoy was so...evil. She of course had been told all of his wrong doings, but they didn't matter right now. Slytherin; this was the house she was told to stay away from, why? Malfoy was in this house, why could she be? Curiosity may have gotten the cat, Lauren told herself after a while, but it won't get to me.
So as the sun set on the horizon ahead Lauren though of all that had happened and all that was to come. Knowing people who cared for her were going to be there helped, yet curiosity sprung from her mind at the thought of Draco. It was not only Harry whom was feeling confused at heart, Lauren fell into that category as well.
"Ron, I've been meaning to ask you, what ever happened to Kreacher?"
Mrs. Weasley gave him a dark look.
"It's a house-elf's duty to keep within the family as long as the family is living." She stopped, and glared at the Black tapestry. "When a Black dies, Kreacher searches for the next closest, living relative, this time, it so happens to be Narcissia, and Lucius Malfoy." Mrs. Weasley looked solemnly at Harry.
Harry stopped to look around the table. Mr. Weasley had cringed at the name. Ron on the other hand, was gritting his teeth and began mumbling strange curse words under his breath.
Harry headed to bed, knowing that he would finally be safe. Thoughts flashed through his head as he drifted off to sleep...the vision of Cho crying...Sirius dying...and Voldemort rising from the dead...would these visions forever haunt his memory? Would it be simpler to die? His thoughts tumbled in his mind, as morning soon came to pass...
The next few weeks were spent getting to know Lauren. She was a Canadian, she came from a province called Ontario, and lived in a big city called Toronto. She told them of the many things she longed for, her old friends (And Harry found out she was still single), her dog, and her nice apartment. Harry had a small liking for her; at this point, it was at a friend basis. But, Harry, Ron, and Hermione noticed she was a little more...mischievous, than them, in more of a Slytherin way. As a precaution, they identified Malfoy, and his goons, and taught her to stay away from Slytherin.
Near the end of August, the troop was ready to go to Diagon Alley. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and even Lauren had gotten their letters. Unfortunately, for Mrs. Weasley, neither Ron nor Hermione had gotten a Head position. They shrugged it off; it didn't seem to matter anymore, as long as Draco didn't get the honours.
The headed off to Diagon Alley, Lauren needed new robes, so Hermione went with her as Ron and Harry took a look around the wizard shops. They met back at Flourish & Blotts to get their books. As the sun started to set, they headed back to find the rest of the Weasleys, but before they could do so, an unpleasant serpent stopped them.
"Oh look, it's Harry Potter" Malfoy smirked, "And his friends..." He added grimly.
His eyes focused upon Lauren.
"Who's this?" The sun seemed to focus on his shimmering almost white hair, nothing like her own, but it had caught her attention.
"Her name is Lauren. So spread some joy in her newly found life here in London, and LEAVE!"
Draco turned abruptly and gave Lauren a small smile as he slunk back into the shadows...
As they headed back to the Order's Residence Lauren wondered why Malfoy was so...evil. She of course had been told all of his wrong doings, but they didn't matter right now. Slytherin; this was the house she was told to stay away from, why? Malfoy was in this house, why could she be? Curiosity may have gotten the cat, Lauren told herself after a while, but it won't get to me.
So as the sun set on the horizon ahead Lauren though of all that had happened and all that was to come. Knowing people who cared for her were going to be there helped, yet curiosity sprung from her mind at the thought of Draco. It was not only Harry whom was feeling confused at heart, Lauren fell into that category as well.