Oh, What Will the New Year Bring?-Chapter Twelve
Someone stood at the airport gate, waiting for his arrival, holding up a sign baring the words, 'Harry Potter-MIM.'
Harry wandered over to the man with the sign, "I'm Harry Potter."
"Good Morning, do you have all of your luggage?" Harry nodded in the affirmative, "Good, follow me, please."
Harry followed the man, to a remote unseen corridor, in which they were whisked away with a tug at there navels, a portkey, of course.
"Mr. Potter, wait here and someone will be with you, soon." Harry nodded in response.
Around twenty minutes later, a gentleman came up to Harry, "Mr. Potter?"
"Yeah?"
"Here is your schedule, maps, the rules and regulations, and here is your key to your dorm room. You have a roommate, is that alright?"
"It's fine sir."
"Would you like to be led to your residence hall, or can you find it on your own?"
"I think I can manage, thank you sir."
And off he went, to find the Superior residence hall, room 305.
He found it on the third floor of said hall; he put his key in the lock, unlocking the door, and went inside, almost smacking dead into the guy coming toward him.
"Hey, you must be my new roommate? Isiah Gibson." He stuck out his hand to shake.
"Harry," Harry replied.
"Have a last name Harry?" Isiah smiled.
"Harry Potter."
"Well pleasure to finally meet my new roommate, Harry Potter. I've already got this bed, the closet with stuff in it and closer desk, so you can have the others, alright?"
"Fine with me." He said, and shrugged. Harry walked over to his bed, and enlarged his trunk.
"J's your middle initial? Mines Joseph, what's your middle name, Harry?" Isiah asked, seeing H. J. Potter stamped on his new roommates trunk.
"James."
"Cool, any siblings?"
"No, you?"
"An older sister, Kendra, and a younger brother, Joshua, Josh for short."
"Are they magic as well?"
"Nope, Muggle's, I'm the only wizard in the family, at least as far as we know."
"Your hairs neat!"
"What never seen an afro before?" Isiah said, as he straightened it with both hands, and grinned.
"No, not as far as I remember."
"Aww, you brits, like to be neat and proper do you?" Trying his hardest to imitate a British accent.
"Hey my hairs insane." Harry said, blowing at it, so it got even messier.
"Yes, that's for sure, what did a porcupine attack your head?" Isiah said, again grinning.
"What? No, my hairs always been... busy." Harry said, again, trying to flatten the mess.
"Cool!"
"Uh..."
"So.... where're you from, in England, right?" Isiah asked, sitting on his bed.
"Yeah, the books say I was born in London, my parents lived with me in Godric's Hollow," Harry followed suit and sat down as well. "'till I was fifth teen months, and from then on I lived in Surrey with my Aunt and Uncle, while I was at Hogwarts, I graduated and moved to a flat in London with a few of my friends."
"Don't like your Aunt and Uncle, I presume?"
"Not at all, doesn't matter they hate me, so where did you grow up?"
"Detriot."
"So the city where I flew in the ..... Airport."
"Metro airport."
"So, what about your growing up family?"
"My Mom's a teacher, and my Dad works for the city, my sister Kendra, she's a geologist, I think she's going back to school for her masters or doctorate, soon, and my little brother, Josh is in his junior year of high school, what about you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Your family, your Mom and Dad?"
"They died when I was fifth teen months old."
"I'm sorry. Any one you consider family?"
"My godfather who died before I was fifth teen, Sirius Black," Harry was cut off.
"The infamous Sirius Black, one of Voldemort's most loyal supporters?" Isiah practically yelled, and his mouth was hanging open.
"You know who Sirius is, but not me, shocked!"
"Yeah, yeah, you're the Boy Who Lived; you're so down to earth it's great!"
"Sirius was my godfather, he was innocent, and the real murderer was Peter Pettigrew."
"Didn't they catch him recently?"
"Did they?"
"I believe so, not read the papers much?"
"No, like to avoid seeing my self plastered all over them, I usually just check to see how my pal, Ron's doing, with Quidditich, since I usually can't make his games."
"What, is he a Quidditich player?"
"Exactly, Keeper for the Chudley Cannons, he got break, there starting Keeper went down with a career ending injury, so he got the job by default, lucky bastard, he'd say he is. He's actually doing pretty good considering there keeper couldn't catch a beach ball if it hit him in the face."
"Let me guess, you were a Seeker?"
"Yeah, did you play?"
"Uh huh, Beater and Chaser."
"Wow, talented one are you?"
"No, just lots of help from years of baseball and basketball."
"Huh?"
"Muggle sports, oh they're great games, did you play any sports before Hogwarts, right?"
"Yeah, Hogwarts, football, at school, when I wasn't being beat up."
"Football, you mean like that kind of football," pointing to the poster of Barry Sander's on his wall, "Or the other kind, with a round ball and huge nets, which we Americans call soccer?"
"What you call soccer, I think."
"Cool, played some football as you brits call it, when I was in elementary school, before I went to the Michigan Magical Academy, but I did hang with my muggle friends on weekends, and when I didn't have homework."
"What you didn't live at your school?"
"Nope, we got portkeyed back and forth."
"Glad I didn't have to go through that, my 'family' would have died if that's how it'd been. And I wouldn't have made it through, that's for sure."
"Bad home life?"
"You could say that."
"Yeah, my grandpa's an alcoholic; my dad went through hell as a kid. I'm still uneasy around that asshole."
"So has your family always lived in...Detroit?"
"No, my Mom grew up in the Upper Peninsula, my Dad in Detroit, they met in College, wanna see a picture of my family?"
"Sure."
Isiah rummaged through his desk till he found the one he was looking for, "Here it is, that's my Mom, my Dad, my Little Bro, and my Sis," he pointed at each in turn.
"So..." Harry began, but fell at a loss for words.
"My mom's white and my dad is black? Yeah, and they love each other and all, are you going to be one of those racist jackasses?"
"No, why would I?"
"I don't know, sorry, a lot of people are."
"My family hates me because I'm a wizard so yeah I can understand the racist mentality."
"Oh Crap, I'm supposed to meet my sister for dinner, come along she won't mind you can meet her, we're going to a great restaurant."
"Ok, if you're sure she won't mind."
"She won't, always the more the merrier with her."
"Alright, I'll come."
They apparated to The Blue Nile.
"Isiah!" She hugged her brother, "Who's your friend?"
"My new roommate, Harry Potter."
"Nice to meet you, Harry, I'm Kendra," He shook her hand, "Shall we go eat?"
"Yes!" Isiah seconded.
The three went in and were led to a round basket surrounded by stools.
"So, what shall we order?"
"The sampler, it has everything, the meats, vegetables, all of it, it's excellent." Kendra suggested.
"Have you been here before?" asked Isiah.
"Yes."
"With who?"
"Satch."
"Who?"
"My boyfriend, Satchel."
"Ol' Satch, eh?"
"Yeah, we're engaged just don't tell mom and dad, at least not yet."
"You're ENGAGED, MY BIG SISTER IS ENGAGED," A smile lit up his face,
"Congratulations, when are you telling mom and dad?"
"Tomorrow night," she beamed.
"Congratulations!" Harry added.
"Thanks, so are you like Isiah?"
"Yeah."
"So, where are you from?"
"England."
"Wow, long way from home, eh?"
"Yeah, so you're a geologist?"
"Yes, Yes I am."
"Neat."
"What are you studying, Harry?"
"I'm thinking art at the moment, just had my first art classes in my life last term."
"Really, that's interesting."
Kendra ordered, after some random chatting, she asked, "So, Harry do you have a girlfriend?"
He blushed a brilliant red, "No."
"Can we set you up?"
"NO."
"Like someone?"
He shook his head no, still blushing furiously.
The food arrived. Harry just stared as the other two dug in, "Aren't you hungry, Harry?" asked Isiah.
"Yeah, but, um... how do you eat this?"
"Pick up a piece of bread, tear off a piece, scoop up some food like this, and eat."
"Alright, I understand now."
A little while later, Harry asked, "This is delicious. What kind of food is this?"
"Ethiopian."
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Here's some back story, why the characters named what and why there where they are: Yeah it's because of me the author, I've lived many of my eighteen years in metro Detroit, except for my first 3 years and my last 6, so that's why Harry's where he is.
Why is Isiah a sports nut? Well because I am, He's named after 2 of my all time favorite Basketball players, Isiah Thomas, and Joe Dumars. His last name is after the greatest hitter in the history of baseball, Josh Gibson, though he never played in the majors, he died months before Jackie Robinson started playing for the Montreal Expos, the Brooklyn Dodgers farm team at the time. Yeah there's a history lesson, Negro League Baseball has been a passion of mine, am I black, no, I'm a white girl, but oh well, those guy's were some of the best baseball players ever. Oh, and Satchel is named after the great Satchel Paige! Probably my all time favorite baseball player.
The restaurant, The Blue Nile, is real, and is excellent, located in metro Detroit, Ferndale, I think.
And Kendra is named after my beta. Hope you enjoyed the chapter, please Review.
Someone stood at the airport gate, waiting for his arrival, holding up a sign baring the words, 'Harry Potter-MIM.'
Harry wandered over to the man with the sign, "I'm Harry Potter."
"Good Morning, do you have all of your luggage?" Harry nodded in the affirmative, "Good, follow me, please."
Harry followed the man, to a remote unseen corridor, in which they were whisked away with a tug at there navels, a portkey, of course.
"Mr. Potter, wait here and someone will be with you, soon." Harry nodded in response.
Around twenty minutes later, a gentleman came up to Harry, "Mr. Potter?"
"Yeah?"
"Here is your schedule, maps, the rules and regulations, and here is your key to your dorm room. You have a roommate, is that alright?"
"It's fine sir."
"Would you like to be led to your residence hall, or can you find it on your own?"
"I think I can manage, thank you sir."
And off he went, to find the Superior residence hall, room 305.
He found it on the third floor of said hall; he put his key in the lock, unlocking the door, and went inside, almost smacking dead into the guy coming toward him.
"Hey, you must be my new roommate? Isiah Gibson." He stuck out his hand to shake.
"Harry," Harry replied.
"Have a last name Harry?" Isiah smiled.
"Harry Potter."
"Well pleasure to finally meet my new roommate, Harry Potter. I've already got this bed, the closet with stuff in it and closer desk, so you can have the others, alright?"
"Fine with me." He said, and shrugged. Harry walked over to his bed, and enlarged his trunk.
"J's your middle initial? Mines Joseph, what's your middle name, Harry?" Isiah asked, seeing H. J. Potter stamped on his new roommates trunk.
"James."
"Cool, any siblings?"
"No, you?"
"An older sister, Kendra, and a younger brother, Joshua, Josh for short."
"Are they magic as well?"
"Nope, Muggle's, I'm the only wizard in the family, at least as far as we know."
"Your hairs neat!"
"What never seen an afro before?" Isiah said, as he straightened it with both hands, and grinned.
"No, not as far as I remember."
"Aww, you brits, like to be neat and proper do you?" Trying his hardest to imitate a British accent.
"Hey my hairs insane." Harry said, blowing at it, so it got even messier.
"Yes, that's for sure, what did a porcupine attack your head?" Isiah said, again grinning.
"What? No, my hairs always been... busy." Harry said, again, trying to flatten the mess.
"Cool!"
"Uh..."
"So.... where're you from, in England, right?" Isiah asked, sitting on his bed.
"Yeah, the books say I was born in London, my parents lived with me in Godric's Hollow," Harry followed suit and sat down as well. "'till I was fifth teen months, and from then on I lived in Surrey with my Aunt and Uncle, while I was at Hogwarts, I graduated and moved to a flat in London with a few of my friends."
"Don't like your Aunt and Uncle, I presume?"
"Not at all, doesn't matter they hate me, so where did you grow up?"
"Detriot."
"So the city where I flew in the ..... Airport."
"Metro airport."
"So, what about your growing up family?"
"My Mom's a teacher, and my Dad works for the city, my sister Kendra, she's a geologist, I think she's going back to school for her masters or doctorate, soon, and my little brother, Josh is in his junior year of high school, what about you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Your family, your Mom and Dad?"
"They died when I was fifth teen months old."
"I'm sorry. Any one you consider family?"
"My godfather who died before I was fifth teen, Sirius Black," Harry was cut off.
"The infamous Sirius Black, one of Voldemort's most loyal supporters?" Isiah practically yelled, and his mouth was hanging open.
"You know who Sirius is, but not me, shocked!"
"Yeah, yeah, you're the Boy Who Lived; you're so down to earth it's great!"
"Sirius was my godfather, he was innocent, and the real murderer was Peter Pettigrew."
"Didn't they catch him recently?"
"Did they?"
"I believe so, not read the papers much?"
"No, like to avoid seeing my self plastered all over them, I usually just check to see how my pal, Ron's doing, with Quidditich, since I usually can't make his games."
"What, is he a Quidditich player?"
"Exactly, Keeper for the Chudley Cannons, he got break, there starting Keeper went down with a career ending injury, so he got the job by default, lucky bastard, he'd say he is. He's actually doing pretty good considering there keeper couldn't catch a beach ball if it hit him in the face."
"Let me guess, you were a Seeker?"
"Yeah, did you play?"
"Uh huh, Beater and Chaser."
"Wow, talented one are you?"
"No, just lots of help from years of baseball and basketball."
"Huh?"
"Muggle sports, oh they're great games, did you play any sports before Hogwarts, right?"
"Yeah, Hogwarts, football, at school, when I wasn't being beat up."
"Football, you mean like that kind of football," pointing to the poster of Barry Sander's on his wall, "Or the other kind, with a round ball and huge nets, which we Americans call soccer?"
"What you call soccer, I think."
"Cool, played some football as you brits call it, when I was in elementary school, before I went to the Michigan Magical Academy, but I did hang with my muggle friends on weekends, and when I didn't have homework."
"What you didn't live at your school?"
"Nope, we got portkeyed back and forth."
"Glad I didn't have to go through that, my 'family' would have died if that's how it'd been. And I wouldn't have made it through, that's for sure."
"Bad home life?"
"You could say that."
"Yeah, my grandpa's an alcoholic; my dad went through hell as a kid. I'm still uneasy around that asshole."
"So has your family always lived in...Detroit?"
"No, my Mom grew up in the Upper Peninsula, my Dad in Detroit, they met in College, wanna see a picture of my family?"
"Sure."
Isiah rummaged through his desk till he found the one he was looking for, "Here it is, that's my Mom, my Dad, my Little Bro, and my Sis," he pointed at each in turn.
"So..." Harry began, but fell at a loss for words.
"My mom's white and my dad is black? Yeah, and they love each other and all, are you going to be one of those racist jackasses?"
"No, why would I?"
"I don't know, sorry, a lot of people are."
"My family hates me because I'm a wizard so yeah I can understand the racist mentality."
"Oh Crap, I'm supposed to meet my sister for dinner, come along she won't mind you can meet her, we're going to a great restaurant."
"Ok, if you're sure she won't mind."
"She won't, always the more the merrier with her."
"Alright, I'll come."
They apparated to The Blue Nile.
"Isiah!" She hugged her brother, "Who's your friend?"
"My new roommate, Harry Potter."
"Nice to meet you, Harry, I'm Kendra," He shook her hand, "Shall we go eat?"
"Yes!" Isiah seconded.
The three went in and were led to a round basket surrounded by stools.
"So, what shall we order?"
"The sampler, it has everything, the meats, vegetables, all of it, it's excellent." Kendra suggested.
"Have you been here before?" asked Isiah.
"Yes."
"With who?"
"Satch."
"Who?"
"My boyfriend, Satchel."
"Ol' Satch, eh?"
"Yeah, we're engaged just don't tell mom and dad, at least not yet."
"You're ENGAGED, MY BIG SISTER IS ENGAGED," A smile lit up his face,
"Congratulations, when are you telling mom and dad?"
"Tomorrow night," she beamed.
"Congratulations!" Harry added.
"Thanks, so are you like Isiah?"
"Yeah."
"So, where are you from?"
"England."
"Wow, long way from home, eh?"
"Yeah, so you're a geologist?"
"Yes, Yes I am."
"Neat."
"What are you studying, Harry?"
"I'm thinking art at the moment, just had my first art classes in my life last term."
"Really, that's interesting."
Kendra ordered, after some random chatting, she asked, "So, Harry do you have a girlfriend?"
He blushed a brilliant red, "No."
"Can we set you up?"
"NO."
"Like someone?"
He shook his head no, still blushing furiously.
The food arrived. Harry just stared as the other two dug in, "Aren't you hungry, Harry?" asked Isiah.
"Yeah, but, um... how do you eat this?"
"Pick up a piece of bread, tear off a piece, scoop up some food like this, and eat."
"Alright, I understand now."
A little while later, Harry asked, "This is delicious. What kind of food is this?"
"Ethiopian."
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Here's some back story, why the characters named what and why there where they are: Yeah it's because of me the author, I've lived many of my eighteen years in metro Detroit, except for my first 3 years and my last 6, so that's why Harry's where he is.
Why is Isiah a sports nut? Well because I am, He's named after 2 of my all time favorite Basketball players, Isiah Thomas, and Joe Dumars. His last name is after the greatest hitter in the history of baseball, Josh Gibson, though he never played in the majors, he died months before Jackie Robinson started playing for the Montreal Expos, the Brooklyn Dodgers farm team at the time. Yeah there's a history lesson, Negro League Baseball has been a passion of mine, am I black, no, I'm a white girl, but oh well, those guy's were some of the best baseball players ever. Oh, and Satchel is named after the great Satchel Paige! Probably my all time favorite baseball player.
The restaurant, The Blue Nile, is real, and is excellent, located in metro Detroit, Ferndale, I think.
And Kendra is named after my beta. Hope you enjoyed the chapter, please Review.