Harry Potter and the Fox Goddess
Chapter Two:
Spying, Sneaking, and things like James Bond
By: Aerial Frogg
Disclaimer: Go away ( The disclaimers of the world cry.)
Well, I could just lay low at the door and maybe when, if, Hermoine and Ron decide to leave and look for me... No that won't work, one of them will probably stay with the new girl. Hm, what else, what else. Prefect meeting Maybe they go to one again this year. Then the girl would be alone, he could sneak in and give it to her quickly without telling his name. Perfect. Sort of.
So Harry waited. And waited. And almost fell asleep, but managed to stay up long enough to sure enough watch the red head and sandy brown haired prefects leave. But they were coming his way, and that posed a small problem because there was any compartments he could reach with out being seen. So he sunk into the small nook in the hall he had been hiding in, and prayed for anyone upstairs to smile upon him.
"I'm worried though, what if Dumbledore was serious about us not being able to see Harry this year at Hogwarts, not one of the businesses said that they had seen him. Not even at the Leaky Cauldron, and you know how people freak out when they see him there." Hermoine's worried voice addressed the red headed Ron, walking as slowly as she was.
"We're just turning this into something way too big, he'll show up and probably have perfectly good explanation. Besides, he'll at least show up to get Hedwig, right? I mean, remember our second year, when me and Harry came to school in a car." Ron was trying to comfort her, and quietly himself because he was just as worried as Hermoine if not more.
"Thanks Ron, I guess that does make me feel a little better. I just wish he would have wrote us back. That way it wouldn't be so stressful."
What? I wrote back every time I even wrote to both of you when you didn't write to me Harry was frustrated, and confused to the point that he almost forgot to be extremely still and hold his breath as they walked by. But quickly he did and remained as still and quiet as the statues at Hogwarts. Well, sometimes still and quiet statues.
"You know what?" Something had just dawned on Hermoine that might explain Dumbledore's answer and why they didn't see Harry. " What if Professor Dumbledore thought it might not be safe for Harry to travel by the train this year? Maybe the Professor or someone from the Order Brought him to Hogwarts himself. Then if he couldn't safely find a way to smuggle Harry without much notice, ' we might not see Harry at Hogwarts'."
"Wow 'Moine. I would have never thought of that It's brilliant"
"Thank you Ron, and please, stop calling me 'Mione. It sounds like those birds in that muggle movie we saw this summer." Hermoine said as they trailed off into the upper cars.
Well Sounds like they have me all figured out Harry was busy imagining the looks on their faces when he would reveal himself to them. Quickly and quietly he was off to return the lost trinket toy thing of the girl. If they had returned, they already would have been suspicious because he was on his hand and knees because his feet had fallen asleep. Once he could stand and wriggle his feet he turned to the door. Three quick raps on the sliding door gained him the ok to enter.
The red head turned out to not be a first year, now that Harry had gotten a quality survey of the young woman he felt that she could very well be older then himself. She had red hair she pulled into a ponytail which slightly spiked at the top. One tuft of hair had escaped the ponytail right in front of each ear. Her shirt was black and had some words in white bold, blocky Japanese, so he couldn't read it, with a little penguin underneath it.
"It's Badtz Maru" she spoke up. Apparently noticing him studying her shirt. " How can I help you?" She looked up from her muggle magazine and over to Harry who was still standing in the door. Looking up from her shirt he tried to remember why he had braved being seen by his friends to come here.
"Oh yeah " After shuffling through his pockets, he produced the blue hand held. " You dropped this in my compartment when you left." She didn't need to be told twice. The girl snatched the thing out of his hand as if she thought he might break it. As son as it was placed back around her neck she sighed relief.
"Arigato, Thank You." Her voice had a little accent to it, but not much. It was blended as if she came from lots of places. If anything though her voice was sort of American, she had probably learned English, or Japanese there. Harry had planned on turning and going back to his cabin, since Hermoine and Ron could come back at any time. However since she looked older he decided to cave in to his curiosity.
"So what's your name?" He broke the minute of silence that had gone on between the two of them.
"Rika Nonaka, your's?" She cocked an eyebrow as she attempted to be nice and sociable.
Harry was reluctant to say at first and thought of making a name up, but before he did anything she said, " That hard to remember? I guess I'm in trouble then."
"It's Harry, Harry Potter." He watched as her face went from showing her trying to process and place the name to realizing who he was.
"You know, I heard you came here before, I guess I just forgot." She made a faint smile at him while trying to think of anything to say. She wasn't very good at chit chat.
"So what year are you in? I'm a sixth year Gryffindor." He had been wondering where she came from too, but he decided to slowly ask questions. Besides, she hadn't asked to see his scar like every other person in the wizarding world.
"Well, I am in the sixth year, but I'm seventeen because I had to miss the 1st year because I was busy with something else." She fiddled with corner of her magazine as she talked to him.
Ha I was right, she is older. But.. "So why did you come to Hogwarts after five years? Did you move here, or have you always lived around here and went to a different school?" There, that's what I want to know.
"I'm originally from Japan, but after I turned 13 my mom wanted us to see the world and she got a job with the ministry of magic in Japan that has her go from place to place, so I've only stayed at one school per year since then." She had left the magazine and was now twisting at the necklace on her toy. " Your turn, how do they choose what house I go into? I heard you have to take a test, but I would imagine it wouldn't be too hard since first years take it."
"Well, it is a sort of test I guess. See, they put this hat on you that looks into your head, and places you into one of four houses: Gryffindor, my house. Ravenclaw, lots of really smart people go there. Slytherin, all purebloods, and Gryffindor's rival. Then there's Hufflepuff, which is where everyone else goes. You know what whenever you explain the Sorting Hat, it sounds really weird." he finished by putting his hand over his mouth and thinking for a moment.
"Oh no, talking hats peering into my innermost thoughts? Happens all the time." Rika's joke was dripping of dry sarcasm. But she delivered it so well while she suddenly became re-interested in her magazine, that Harry didn't mind so much. After two minutes of complete silence and not being able to think of anything else to talk about he dismissed himself by saying he was on his way to change into his Hogwarts robes. She decided she would too and locked the door behind him.
Harry's head was swimming. Now that he had left, of course, he could think of a million and a half things to ask. Also he couldn't stop thinking about what his two friends he thought had deserted him had said. They said they had sent me an owl, I know I sent Hedwig to them. Hedwig never seemed hurt or anything. She was a little restless maybe, but I guess if my owner locked himself in his room with me I might not be the most tranquil thing in the world either.
He had finished changing and was now very tired, the night before he had spent on the Knight Bus. That hadn't helped him get any sleep. Since nothing during the summer was half as disturbing as last summer, the Dursleys simply let him go to London and King's Cross by himself via Knight Bus. So he concluded that he could definitely use the nap that he had wanted so badly to take since the train started moving. So he rested his cheek against the glass until he nodded off.
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A/N: Ok, first: I wasn't sure of Rika's age. Some places said ten some said 13, in the US version I think she was 13, but for my purposes she was 11.
What was two, oh yeah: The disclaimers aren't aimed at you. They are mean I know. But they are aimed at the disclaimers... I hate them all, well at least on FanFiction. On my site I will use them with a smile on my face :-)
Thank you for readin' Review if you're still breathin'
sorry for the shabbyness of this chapter. fanfiction thinks i smell bad and hates me so it won't let me upload .doc's
Chapter Two:
Spying, Sneaking, and things like James Bond
By: Aerial Frogg
Disclaimer: Go away ( The disclaimers of the world cry.)
Well, I could just lay low at the door and maybe when, if, Hermoine and Ron decide to leave and look for me... No that won't work, one of them will probably stay with the new girl. Hm, what else, what else. Prefect meeting Maybe they go to one again this year. Then the girl would be alone, he could sneak in and give it to her quickly without telling his name. Perfect. Sort of.
So Harry waited. And waited. And almost fell asleep, but managed to stay up long enough to sure enough watch the red head and sandy brown haired prefects leave. But they were coming his way, and that posed a small problem because there was any compartments he could reach with out being seen. So he sunk into the small nook in the hall he had been hiding in, and prayed for anyone upstairs to smile upon him.
"I'm worried though, what if Dumbledore was serious about us not being able to see Harry this year at Hogwarts, not one of the businesses said that they had seen him. Not even at the Leaky Cauldron, and you know how people freak out when they see him there." Hermoine's worried voice addressed the red headed Ron, walking as slowly as she was.
"We're just turning this into something way too big, he'll show up and probably have perfectly good explanation. Besides, he'll at least show up to get Hedwig, right? I mean, remember our second year, when me and Harry came to school in a car." Ron was trying to comfort her, and quietly himself because he was just as worried as Hermoine if not more.
"Thanks Ron, I guess that does make me feel a little better. I just wish he would have wrote us back. That way it wouldn't be so stressful."
What? I wrote back every time I even wrote to both of you when you didn't write to me Harry was frustrated, and confused to the point that he almost forgot to be extremely still and hold his breath as they walked by. But quickly he did and remained as still and quiet as the statues at Hogwarts. Well, sometimes still and quiet statues.
"You know what?" Something had just dawned on Hermoine that might explain Dumbledore's answer and why they didn't see Harry. " What if Professor Dumbledore thought it might not be safe for Harry to travel by the train this year? Maybe the Professor or someone from the Order Brought him to Hogwarts himself. Then if he couldn't safely find a way to smuggle Harry without much notice, ' we might not see Harry at Hogwarts'."
"Wow 'Moine. I would have never thought of that It's brilliant"
"Thank you Ron, and please, stop calling me 'Mione. It sounds like those birds in that muggle movie we saw this summer." Hermoine said as they trailed off into the upper cars.
Well Sounds like they have me all figured out Harry was busy imagining the looks on their faces when he would reveal himself to them. Quickly and quietly he was off to return the lost trinket toy thing of the girl. If they had returned, they already would have been suspicious because he was on his hand and knees because his feet had fallen asleep. Once he could stand and wriggle his feet he turned to the door. Three quick raps on the sliding door gained him the ok to enter.
The red head turned out to not be a first year, now that Harry had gotten a quality survey of the young woman he felt that she could very well be older then himself. She had red hair she pulled into a ponytail which slightly spiked at the top. One tuft of hair had escaped the ponytail right in front of each ear. Her shirt was black and had some words in white bold, blocky Japanese, so he couldn't read it, with a little penguin underneath it.
"It's Badtz Maru" she spoke up. Apparently noticing him studying her shirt. " How can I help you?" She looked up from her muggle magazine and over to Harry who was still standing in the door. Looking up from her shirt he tried to remember why he had braved being seen by his friends to come here.
"Oh yeah " After shuffling through his pockets, he produced the blue hand held. " You dropped this in my compartment when you left." She didn't need to be told twice. The girl snatched the thing out of his hand as if she thought he might break it. As son as it was placed back around her neck she sighed relief.
"Arigato, Thank You." Her voice had a little accent to it, but not much. It was blended as if she came from lots of places. If anything though her voice was sort of American, she had probably learned English, or Japanese there. Harry had planned on turning and going back to his cabin, since Hermoine and Ron could come back at any time. However since she looked older he decided to cave in to his curiosity.
"So what's your name?" He broke the minute of silence that had gone on between the two of them.
"Rika Nonaka, your's?" She cocked an eyebrow as she attempted to be nice and sociable.
Harry was reluctant to say at first and thought of making a name up, but before he did anything she said, " That hard to remember? I guess I'm in trouble then."
"It's Harry, Harry Potter." He watched as her face went from showing her trying to process and place the name to realizing who he was.
"You know, I heard you came here before, I guess I just forgot." She made a faint smile at him while trying to think of anything to say. She wasn't very good at chit chat.
"So what year are you in? I'm a sixth year Gryffindor." He had been wondering where she came from too, but he decided to slowly ask questions. Besides, she hadn't asked to see his scar like every other person in the wizarding world.
"Well, I am in the sixth year, but I'm seventeen because I had to miss the 1st year because I was busy with something else." She fiddled with corner of her magazine as she talked to him.
Ha I was right, she is older. But.. "So why did you come to Hogwarts after five years? Did you move here, or have you always lived around here and went to a different school?" There, that's what I want to know.
"I'm originally from Japan, but after I turned 13 my mom wanted us to see the world and she got a job with the ministry of magic in Japan that has her go from place to place, so I've only stayed at one school per year since then." She had left the magazine and was now twisting at the necklace on her toy. " Your turn, how do they choose what house I go into? I heard you have to take a test, but I would imagine it wouldn't be too hard since first years take it."
"Well, it is a sort of test I guess. See, they put this hat on you that looks into your head, and places you into one of four houses: Gryffindor, my house. Ravenclaw, lots of really smart people go there. Slytherin, all purebloods, and Gryffindor's rival. Then there's Hufflepuff, which is where everyone else goes. You know what whenever you explain the Sorting Hat, it sounds really weird." he finished by putting his hand over his mouth and thinking for a moment.
"Oh no, talking hats peering into my innermost thoughts? Happens all the time." Rika's joke was dripping of dry sarcasm. But she delivered it so well while she suddenly became re-interested in her magazine, that Harry didn't mind so much. After two minutes of complete silence and not being able to think of anything else to talk about he dismissed himself by saying he was on his way to change into his Hogwarts robes. She decided she would too and locked the door behind him.
Harry's head was swimming. Now that he had left, of course, he could think of a million and a half things to ask. Also he couldn't stop thinking about what his two friends he thought had deserted him had said. They said they had sent me an owl, I know I sent Hedwig to them. Hedwig never seemed hurt or anything. She was a little restless maybe, but I guess if my owner locked himself in his room with me I might not be the most tranquil thing in the world either.
He had finished changing and was now very tired, the night before he had spent on the Knight Bus. That hadn't helped him get any sleep. Since nothing during the summer was half as disturbing as last summer, the Dursleys simply let him go to London and King's Cross by himself via Knight Bus. So he concluded that he could definitely use the nap that he had wanted so badly to take since the train started moving. So he rested his cheek against the glass until he nodded off.
#$%&() #$$%%&&(() #$%$%&()
A/N: Ok, first: I wasn't sure of Rika's age. Some places said ten some said 13, in the US version I think she was 13, but for my purposes she was 11.
What was two, oh yeah: The disclaimers aren't aimed at you. They are mean I know. But they are aimed at the disclaimers... I hate them all, well at least on FanFiction. On my site I will use them with a smile on my face :-)
Thank you for readin' Review if you're still breathin'
sorry for the shabbyness of this chapter. fanfiction thinks i smell bad and hates me so it won't let me upload .doc's