A/N: I'm so sorry! More spelling mistakes!! Don't fret; I really do know how to spell... They are being fixed as we speak. Sorry :(
CHAPTER SEVEN:
"OLIVIA!" yelled Mr. Morrissey early the next morning.
Startled, Liv immediately got up and rushed to her father's room.
"Darling," said Mr. Morrissey in an extremely frustrated tone. "Are you aware that there is an owl in the bathroom?"
"Um...About that...Um... Yeah... I'm taking care of that right now...," she said as she dashed to the bathroom and began to coax the ash grey owl off of the shower head. "Come on, owl... That's it... Good owl..."
She finally got it to perch on her arm and she ran back into her room. She didn't know what to do. She had an owl perched on her arm and a high tech camera-cube thingy that didn't belong to her stuck in her bedroom. She knew that the only option was to take them both to Harry, but she couldn't.
"Why does he hate me all of a sudden?" she asked herself as she let the owl go to fly around her room only to flop down on her bed which still had no sheets on it. "God, why must guys be so fickle... We were getting along just fine."
After about an hour penned up in her room she finally convinced herself to take both the owl and the camera thing to Harry. She threw on some clothes haphazardly and walked bare-foot to the house next door. She rang the door-bell and heard a series of shouts.
"I'm getting it!" yelled Harry back into the house as he opened the door. "Hi, Liv..."
"Hi, Harry. This owl landed on my balcony last night and it had this letter and package with it," she said holding up the brown bundle. "I thought you might want it... The letter was addressed to you," she added.
"Thanks," said Harry as he recognized the bird as Errol, his friend Ron's owl. "Um... you didn't read the letter or open the package did you?"
"No, of course not," lied Liv. "Why didn't you talk to me last night? I went out on my balcony at 3:00 like you told me to. I was out there all night."
"Liv," said Harry very somberly, "last night was a mistake." "I shouldn't have kissed you. Your dad works for my uncle. It just doesn't seem right."
"That's the stupidest thing I ever heard!" yelled Liv in indignation. "I'm no different than any other girl. If you don't like me just tell me. Don't make stupid excuses. I thought you were a nice guy. I thought you could be my friend, at least. Take your stupid owl and your stupid camera!"
Harry watched in silence and embarrassment as Liv threw Errol at him, hurled the package over his head, and stormed off down Privet Drive. He knew he had handled that situation very poorly. Now he was out a friend and had to spend the summer alone, again. He was also very angry at himself. He really liked Liv and enjoyed her company. She was one of the sweetest people he had ever known.
"Why did I let her go," he thought as he backed into the Dursley's door and slid down it. He sat there on the front porch for around thirty minutes until he decided that he should go inside and open Ron's parcel. That was when he noticed what Liv had said right before she stormed off. "Stupid camera?" he thought. "She must have opened the parcel after all."
He read the letter and examined the Sneak-o-Peak. He had seen one of these before so he knew how it worked. He wasn't exactly angry with Liv for looking at it because he admitted that he would have done the same thing in her situation.
"She knows," he thought. "She knows who I am...What I am."
Harry let Errol go to return to the Burrow and he set off to Liv's house to try and explain to her in his own words what she had saw.
Once again he was standing on his neighbor's front porch and ringing the doorbell. Mr. Morrissey opened the door wearing only an apron and a pair of shorts. Harry couldn't help to notice that his uncle's new Chief Sales Representative was very quirky.
"Hello again, Mr. Potter," said Mr. Morrissey pleasantly. "What can I do for ya?"
"I was just wondering if Liv was around, I need to speak with her."
"Sorry, mate, you just missed her. She said something about hating the entire male species and left for the park. You might want to check the public pool, though. She loves to swim."
"Okay. Thanks, Mr. Morrissey!" shouted Harry as he began to sprint down the street toward the commercial area of Little Whinging.
It didn't take him very long to reach the pool. He was natural sprinter due to all his years running away from Dudley and his gang. He entered and saw Liv sitting on the edge of the deep end wearing a pair of jean cutoffs and a blue muscle with her feet in the water and her hair shrouding her lovely tanned face. He walked up to her and squatted down to her level.
"You want to go and get some ice-cream?" he asked. "I need to tell you something. This time I'll explain."
"Fine, but it's your treat," she said coldly as she stood up to follow him out of the pool vicinity to the ice-cream shop still wearing no shoes.
Harry seated Liv like a gentleman then left to order their ice-cream. Coincidentally they both wanted the same thing: a double scoop of mint chocolate-chip in a waffle cone. Harry paid for it with the little muggle money that he had accumulated over the summer at the Dursley's and sat back down. After a few moments of silence Liv finally got up the nerve to speak.
"So this is what you do, Harry Potter?" she said icily. "Break their hearts then buy them ice-cream?"
"You got me all figured out," he replied sarcastically as he wiped melting ice-cream from his chin. "Actually I wanted to talk to you about the parcel that you opened last night."
"I didn't-," she began to reply but then was cut off.
"I know you did and it's okay. I would have done the same thing."
"Wow, we're really bad aren't we?" she said with a sly smile. "You think we would heed that stupid saying, 'Curiosity killed the cat'."
"Yeah, but what can ya do?" said Harry, glad she stopped talking to him like she hated his every breath. "I want to introduce myself."
"Is your name not Harry Potter?" she said slightly taken-aback.
"No, it is but I haven't been completely honest with you about who I am. I'm a wizard."
After a long pause Liv finally spoke, "And you're completely insane. Did you just say you were a wizard?"
"Yes," said Harry calmly.
"Okay then, show me some magic."
"Can't do that. I'm underage. I'm not aloud to use magic outside of school."
"Alright," said Liv with a hearty laugh. "How am I supposed to believe you then?"
"Come for a ride with me," said Harry.
"On your broomstick?" she retorted sarcastically.
"Yes," he said as he grabbed her wrist and led the back to the Dursley's house and up the stairs to his bedroom.
"This isn't just a dirty metaphor, is it?" she said skeptically.
"No!" he exclaimed as he brought out a sleek broomstick from under his bed.
"I'm not doing this!" Liv exclaimed. "This is totally insane! I'm not getting on a broomstick. This is a dream, it has to be."
"This is no dream, get on," he said as he opened the window.
"Okay, but I want you to know I'm just doing this to humor you."
"Okay, just get on already," he said impatiently, "or I'll change my mind."
In a split second they were up in the air and Liv fainted.
CHAPTER SEVEN:
"OLIVIA!" yelled Mr. Morrissey early the next morning.
Startled, Liv immediately got up and rushed to her father's room.
"Darling," said Mr. Morrissey in an extremely frustrated tone. "Are you aware that there is an owl in the bathroom?"
"Um...About that...Um... Yeah... I'm taking care of that right now...," she said as she dashed to the bathroom and began to coax the ash grey owl off of the shower head. "Come on, owl... That's it... Good owl..."
She finally got it to perch on her arm and she ran back into her room. She didn't know what to do. She had an owl perched on her arm and a high tech camera-cube thingy that didn't belong to her stuck in her bedroom. She knew that the only option was to take them both to Harry, but she couldn't.
"Why does he hate me all of a sudden?" she asked herself as she let the owl go to fly around her room only to flop down on her bed which still had no sheets on it. "God, why must guys be so fickle... We were getting along just fine."
After about an hour penned up in her room she finally convinced herself to take both the owl and the camera thing to Harry. She threw on some clothes haphazardly and walked bare-foot to the house next door. She rang the door-bell and heard a series of shouts.
"I'm getting it!" yelled Harry back into the house as he opened the door. "Hi, Liv..."
"Hi, Harry. This owl landed on my balcony last night and it had this letter and package with it," she said holding up the brown bundle. "I thought you might want it... The letter was addressed to you," she added.
"Thanks," said Harry as he recognized the bird as Errol, his friend Ron's owl. "Um... you didn't read the letter or open the package did you?"
"No, of course not," lied Liv. "Why didn't you talk to me last night? I went out on my balcony at 3:00 like you told me to. I was out there all night."
"Liv," said Harry very somberly, "last night was a mistake." "I shouldn't have kissed you. Your dad works for my uncle. It just doesn't seem right."
"That's the stupidest thing I ever heard!" yelled Liv in indignation. "I'm no different than any other girl. If you don't like me just tell me. Don't make stupid excuses. I thought you were a nice guy. I thought you could be my friend, at least. Take your stupid owl and your stupid camera!"
Harry watched in silence and embarrassment as Liv threw Errol at him, hurled the package over his head, and stormed off down Privet Drive. He knew he had handled that situation very poorly. Now he was out a friend and had to spend the summer alone, again. He was also very angry at himself. He really liked Liv and enjoyed her company. She was one of the sweetest people he had ever known.
"Why did I let her go," he thought as he backed into the Dursley's door and slid down it. He sat there on the front porch for around thirty minutes until he decided that he should go inside and open Ron's parcel. That was when he noticed what Liv had said right before she stormed off. "Stupid camera?" he thought. "She must have opened the parcel after all."
He read the letter and examined the Sneak-o-Peak. He had seen one of these before so he knew how it worked. He wasn't exactly angry with Liv for looking at it because he admitted that he would have done the same thing in her situation.
"She knows," he thought. "She knows who I am...What I am."
Harry let Errol go to return to the Burrow and he set off to Liv's house to try and explain to her in his own words what she had saw.
Once again he was standing on his neighbor's front porch and ringing the doorbell. Mr. Morrissey opened the door wearing only an apron and a pair of shorts. Harry couldn't help to notice that his uncle's new Chief Sales Representative was very quirky.
"Hello again, Mr. Potter," said Mr. Morrissey pleasantly. "What can I do for ya?"
"I was just wondering if Liv was around, I need to speak with her."
"Sorry, mate, you just missed her. She said something about hating the entire male species and left for the park. You might want to check the public pool, though. She loves to swim."
"Okay. Thanks, Mr. Morrissey!" shouted Harry as he began to sprint down the street toward the commercial area of Little Whinging.
It didn't take him very long to reach the pool. He was natural sprinter due to all his years running away from Dudley and his gang. He entered and saw Liv sitting on the edge of the deep end wearing a pair of jean cutoffs and a blue muscle with her feet in the water and her hair shrouding her lovely tanned face. He walked up to her and squatted down to her level.
"You want to go and get some ice-cream?" he asked. "I need to tell you something. This time I'll explain."
"Fine, but it's your treat," she said coldly as she stood up to follow him out of the pool vicinity to the ice-cream shop still wearing no shoes.
Harry seated Liv like a gentleman then left to order their ice-cream. Coincidentally they both wanted the same thing: a double scoop of mint chocolate-chip in a waffle cone. Harry paid for it with the little muggle money that he had accumulated over the summer at the Dursley's and sat back down. After a few moments of silence Liv finally got up the nerve to speak.
"So this is what you do, Harry Potter?" she said icily. "Break their hearts then buy them ice-cream?"
"You got me all figured out," he replied sarcastically as he wiped melting ice-cream from his chin. "Actually I wanted to talk to you about the parcel that you opened last night."
"I didn't-," she began to reply but then was cut off.
"I know you did and it's okay. I would have done the same thing."
"Wow, we're really bad aren't we?" she said with a sly smile. "You think we would heed that stupid saying, 'Curiosity killed the cat'."
"Yeah, but what can ya do?" said Harry, glad she stopped talking to him like she hated his every breath. "I want to introduce myself."
"Is your name not Harry Potter?" she said slightly taken-aback.
"No, it is but I haven't been completely honest with you about who I am. I'm a wizard."
After a long pause Liv finally spoke, "And you're completely insane. Did you just say you were a wizard?"
"Yes," said Harry calmly.
"Okay then, show me some magic."
"Can't do that. I'm underage. I'm not aloud to use magic outside of school."
"Alright," said Liv with a hearty laugh. "How am I supposed to believe you then?"
"Come for a ride with me," said Harry.
"On your broomstick?" she retorted sarcastically.
"Yes," he said as he grabbed her wrist and led the back to the Dursley's house and up the stairs to his bedroom.
"This isn't just a dirty metaphor, is it?" she said skeptically.
"No!" he exclaimed as he brought out a sleek broomstick from under his bed.
"I'm not doing this!" Liv exclaimed. "This is totally insane! I'm not getting on a broomstick. This is a dream, it has to be."
"This is no dream, get on," he said as he opened the window.
"Okay, but I want you to know I'm just doing this to humor you."
"Okay, just get on already," he said impatiently, "or I'll change my mind."
In a split second they were up in the air and Liv fainted.