A/N: ok ok...this chapter is kinda weird, but good in my opinion. Some things
here will come into play near the end...if I ever finish...ive got the plot in
my head but I have to string it together lol...I hope you all enjoy...
Disclaimer: "Harry had suddenly gone into a spectacular dive, which drew gasps and cheers from the crowd. Hermione stood up, her crossed fingers in her mouth, as Harry streaked toward the ground like a bullet. 'You're in luck, Weasley, Potter's obviously found some money on the ground!' said Malfoy." Harry Potter and the SS...funniest moment ever!! Hahaha it still cracks me up...sry...but yawl know that was funny!
CHAPTER 3: Mysteries and Meetings
Diagon Alley had never been so welcoming the next morning. Harry woke up to a bright light flowing through the curtains of his dusty window. Harry changed, got breakfast, and then was on his way to the back of the Leaky Cauldron. With his money and wand in hand, he tapped the bricks and suddenly an archway appeared to reveal Harry's second favorite place in the world. The bustling of everyday witched and wizards was so comforting to Harry that a smile erupted across his face. He was finally in the place he loved the most; The world of Magic.
As Harry made his way up and down all the different shops, he had almost forgot to go to Gringotts to get his money bag refilled. After starring longingly at all the different broomstick supplies in the new shop Quitdditch Galore, Harry decided to go. The tall white building was lopsided and very old looking. Harry loved Gringott's. He had always wondered what was protecting the most valuable vaults. Were there really dragons? Harry didn't think so, dragons would be loud and hard to ignore. He was so lost in thought that when the goblin asked him where his vault was Harry completely ignored him. The goblin got frustrated and yelled in Harry's face.
"WHERE IS YOUR VAULT?" growled the disgruntled goblin.
"Oh, just there!" Harry pointed. He was so shocked by the goblin that he had almost forgotten which one was his.
Harry went into his vault and grabbed 2 handfuls of gold coins and placed them in his pouch. This should last me for a year, he thought while silently weighing the bag with his hand. After closing the vault and getting back in the railway car, they started off fast. Making sharp turns and trailing other cars, then Harry caught a glimpse of something he had never seen in Gringott's before. Standing there guarding the largest vaults were large black, white eyed Thestrals. Harry couldn't believe his eyes. The only place he'd ever seen Thestrals were at Hogwarts. Last year he had been able to see them because he had seen death; Cedric's death. Now, for the first time he saw them in Gringott's. Their enormous muscular bodies were like statues standing in front of the vaults. Wow, thought Harry. All this time the rumors that I have heard were of Dragons, surely more people have seen these than just me? Harry's mind was swiftly running across the subject. How could no one have noticed this?
"Excuse me," Harry asked the small goblin sitting in front of him. "Are those thestrals guarding the vaults?"
"Yes," he said very slowly, "But don't let it bother you," he laughed, "You'll forget it soon any ways." The goblin heaved his small, but heavy weight out of the car and left Harry to go on his way.
As he was headed to leave the bank, Harry thought about what Ron and Hermione would think about this bit of information, but once both feet were out the door, the thought didn't cross Harry's mind again.
All the shops Harry passed were very tempting, but he knew he was there for one reason, and that reason alone, to buy his school things. Harry stopping by Madam Malkins for 3 sets of new robes, By the apothecary to refill his potions ingredients and get the new ones on his list, and to Flourish and Blotts to get all of his Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts and, Charms books. Once he was done he stopped by the Quidditch supply store to see what all they had. The quality and quantity of it all was more than Harry had imagined. There were books about broomsticks and flying techniques. There were shelves upon shelves of tools to use to prepare you broom for long distance flying, quidditch, and even for displaying. They had millions of different potions to use when flying: water repelling; swiftness; potions to carry large loads. They had everything you could ever believe to be possible for a broomstick. Harry starred in awe at the loads among loads of things they had. He glanced at a wall filled with broom sticks and saw, to his surprise, a broomstick he had never seen before. It was skinnier than all the others and the wooden handle was of deep mahogany. On the very end of the handle, etched in metallic emerald lettering, it read The Flame Flicker. Harry gazed longingly at the newest broom on the wall. He wished he owned that broom, butit didn't matter what he wished. He was turning around and heading for the exit when he heard the bell on the door ring. There standing in the entrance of the door was none other than Draco Malfoy and his snobby, pure- blood mother, Narcissa Malfoy. The not-so-obvious smirk on Harry's face was not hidden well enough because Draco saw it.
"Potter," Draco sneered. The contempt in his eyes was nothing short of a pure hatred. Since Harry had been the cause of his father's imprisonment, Malfoy despised him even more.
"What's the matter Draco? Lost you dear 'ole dad?" Harry replied as if daring him to say or do something that might get him into serious trouble.
"If not for you and your mud-blood fools--," he started, but wasn't able to finish because of his mother.
"Draco, which would you like, the Firebolt, the Flame Flicker, or maybe-- both?"
Before, a smile wouldn't have even thought about creeping onto Malfoy's face, but now, thanks to Mrs. Malfoy, Draco was in pure delight.
"Potter, what was that old broom you had? A Firebolt? No, I would never buy one of those, rusty, putrid things you call a broom. The stick can barely get off the ground. No, mum, I'll take the Flame Flicker."
Is that why I beat you so many times on it? Harry thought, but he didn't say it. Taunting wasn't necessary, when it came to Quidditch, Malfoy knew Harry was better. Draco was intimidated by Harry so much that bragging wouldn't prove anything more.
Harry was back in his room at the Leaky Cauldron and thinking about the days events. Malfoy had seen Harry for the first time since his father was put in Azkaban, and he hadn't reacted in a rash way at all. In fact, things were just as bad as usual. What else had happened today? Harry knew there was something else, he just couldn't figure it out. Within minutes, he was sound asleep.
The next day was the day before the Hogwarts Express left for start of term. It was a hectic day, to say the least. Besides the fact that Mrs. Weasley was almost in tears because Harry had "run away" again, everyone else was on his case, too.
"Harry, dear, You don't know how scared we were," sobbed Mrs. Weasley. "Not knowing where you were, who you were with. Thank heavens you got here safely."
"Now, Harry, I want nothing of the sort to happen again!" ordered Mr. Weasley in turn.
The Weasleys were the least of his problems compared to the rest of the Order. At least they were nice about it. Mad Eye Moody had practically growled Harry's head off for not sending him an owl about the muggles, like he had told him to. Lupin gave him a look that said it all, it was one of those 'if-you-ever-got-hurt-I-wouldn't-be-able-to-live-with-it' looks , but no one could beat Dumbledore. He was the worst of them all. With Dumbledore being kind to Harry made him feel even worse about what he did. Dumbledore is wasting his precious time to worry about me, thought an ashamed Harry. He made a silent promise to himself that he would never do that again, but promises are hard to keep in the magical world.
After all the lectures, they all greeted him warmly. He took Ron and Hermione up to his room and repeated all of what had happened the day before. Ron snorted with laughter as Harry told them what he had said to Malfoy. Hermione didn't laugh, but even she had to smile at Harry's encounter.
The next day was the start of school, The day that Harry hadn't been able to wait patiently for. As they got to the King's Crossing, most of the order felt obligated to escort Harry and the others onto Platform 9 and ¾. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny loaded their things onto the only empty compartment. They waved the Order good-bye and were off to start a brand new adventure of a year.
During the first hour of the ride the door to their compartment opened and a girl entered; a girl that they had never seen before. She had chestnut colored hair about half way down her back and rich, green eyes. Her tan complexion was ominous in the dark compartment and her sparkling lips were glittering.
"Is this compartment full, too?" she asked gloomily with an American accent.
"Uh...," stumbled Ron, almost too hypnotized to speak.
"No," said Hermione and Ginny at the same time.
"Okay, well, do you mind if I sit here?" she said awkwardly while pointing to where Harry was seated.
"Not-- not at all," Harry stuttered with an air of excitement in his voice.
She sat down and pulled out a beauty magazine and started flipping pages. Next she opened her book-bag and adjusted the headphones on her portable CD player. She began bobbing her head to the rock music she had in the CD player. Harry was captivated. Not only was she beautiful, but she was American. Ron couldn't help but stare at her, too.
"Where are you from?" Harry asked timidly.
"Huh?" she looked up with one eyebrow slightly higher than the other and then she realized what he had said. She took off her head phones and smiled.
"I'm from America-- just moved here. The name's Renee' "she said holding out a hand for Harry to shake.
"I'm Harry--Harry Potter." he said expecting her to sound thrilled or impressed. She seemed a little scared instead. The only one who had noticed a change in her expression was Hermione who just scoffed and looked away.
"Whose he?" she inquired, looking at Ron who was still staring at her unblinkingly.
"That's Ron Weasley, this is Hermione Granger, and this is Ginny Weasley, Ron's sister." he said pointing at each one of his friends as he spoke.
"Well it's nice to meet you all..." she smiled.
Harry wondered if all American girls were as pretty as she was.
About 3 hours into the train ride the compartment door slid open again. Draco Malfoy was standing in the entrance with his two baboonish looking friends, Crabbe and Goyle.
"Potter, your in for it this year, and your wrong if you think I won't," Malfoy asked with pure disgust in his voice.
"Are you sure about that?" Renee' retorted looking Draco's puny body up and down. For the first time Draco saw her. Her beauty had the same effect on him as it did on Harry.
"Who are you?" Draco asked.
"Renee' Heusel," she replied in a tone that meant don't mess with me. "And telling by the smug look on your face, you must be a pure-blood. Am I wrong?"
"Who are you and where did you come from?" Malfoy asked curiously.
"Well, I already answered the first question, but I'm from the U.S." she replied cooly. "What, you can't understand English?" she asked noticing the confused look on his face, "Or are you like-- 12?"
The whole compartment exploded with laughter, except from Draco and his monkeys. He gave her an evil look and strolled out of the compartment. He didn't return for the rest of the trip.
"That was great," said Harry surprised by her wit.
"Well, when you grow up in public schools all around the world, you have to know how to handle yourself," she said.
"Do you have many friends?" teased Hermione obviously thinking that this girl must try to intimidate everyone around her.
"Do you?" she retorted quickly. Hermione rolled her eyes and started a conversation with Ginny. She obviously didn't like Renee', she was threatened by her. But what she didn't know was that she would become closer than ever to this girl.
Yea...I know that was kinda mean...lol...but youll see...
Disclaimer: "Harry had suddenly gone into a spectacular dive, which drew gasps and cheers from the crowd. Hermione stood up, her crossed fingers in her mouth, as Harry streaked toward the ground like a bullet. 'You're in luck, Weasley, Potter's obviously found some money on the ground!' said Malfoy." Harry Potter and the SS...funniest moment ever!! Hahaha it still cracks me up...sry...but yawl know that was funny!
CHAPTER 3: Mysteries and Meetings
Diagon Alley had never been so welcoming the next morning. Harry woke up to a bright light flowing through the curtains of his dusty window. Harry changed, got breakfast, and then was on his way to the back of the Leaky Cauldron. With his money and wand in hand, he tapped the bricks and suddenly an archway appeared to reveal Harry's second favorite place in the world. The bustling of everyday witched and wizards was so comforting to Harry that a smile erupted across his face. He was finally in the place he loved the most; The world of Magic.
As Harry made his way up and down all the different shops, he had almost forgot to go to Gringotts to get his money bag refilled. After starring longingly at all the different broomstick supplies in the new shop Quitdditch Galore, Harry decided to go. The tall white building was lopsided and very old looking. Harry loved Gringott's. He had always wondered what was protecting the most valuable vaults. Were there really dragons? Harry didn't think so, dragons would be loud and hard to ignore. He was so lost in thought that when the goblin asked him where his vault was Harry completely ignored him. The goblin got frustrated and yelled in Harry's face.
"WHERE IS YOUR VAULT?" growled the disgruntled goblin.
"Oh, just there!" Harry pointed. He was so shocked by the goblin that he had almost forgotten which one was his.
Harry went into his vault and grabbed 2 handfuls of gold coins and placed them in his pouch. This should last me for a year, he thought while silently weighing the bag with his hand. After closing the vault and getting back in the railway car, they started off fast. Making sharp turns and trailing other cars, then Harry caught a glimpse of something he had never seen in Gringott's before. Standing there guarding the largest vaults were large black, white eyed Thestrals. Harry couldn't believe his eyes. The only place he'd ever seen Thestrals were at Hogwarts. Last year he had been able to see them because he had seen death; Cedric's death. Now, for the first time he saw them in Gringott's. Their enormous muscular bodies were like statues standing in front of the vaults. Wow, thought Harry. All this time the rumors that I have heard were of Dragons, surely more people have seen these than just me? Harry's mind was swiftly running across the subject. How could no one have noticed this?
"Excuse me," Harry asked the small goblin sitting in front of him. "Are those thestrals guarding the vaults?"
"Yes," he said very slowly, "But don't let it bother you," he laughed, "You'll forget it soon any ways." The goblin heaved his small, but heavy weight out of the car and left Harry to go on his way.
As he was headed to leave the bank, Harry thought about what Ron and Hermione would think about this bit of information, but once both feet were out the door, the thought didn't cross Harry's mind again.
All the shops Harry passed were very tempting, but he knew he was there for one reason, and that reason alone, to buy his school things. Harry stopping by Madam Malkins for 3 sets of new robes, By the apothecary to refill his potions ingredients and get the new ones on his list, and to Flourish and Blotts to get all of his Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts and, Charms books. Once he was done he stopped by the Quidditch supply store to see what all they had. The quality and quantity of it all was more than Harry had imagined. There were books about broomsticks and flying techniques. There were shelves upon shelves of tools to use to prepare you broom for long distance flying, quidditch, and even for displaying. They had millions of different potions to use when flying: water repelling; swiftness; potions to carry large loads. They had everything you could ever believe to be possible for a broomstick. Harry starred in awe at the loads among loads of things they had. He glanced at a wall filled with broom sticks and saw, to his surprise, a broomstick he had never seen before. It was skinnier than all the others and the wooden handle was of deep mahogany. On the very end of the handle, etched in metallic emerald lettering, it read The Flame Flicker. Harry gazed longingly at the newest broom on the wall. He wished he owned that broom, butit didn't matter what he wished. He was turning around and heading for the exit when he heard the bell on the door ring. There standing in the entrance of the door was none other than Draco Malfoy and his snobby, pure- blood mother, Narcissa Malfoy. The not-so-obvious smirk on Harry's face was not hidden well enough because Draco saw it.
"Potter," Draco sneered. The contempt in his eyes was nothing short of a pure hatred. Since Harry had been the cause of his father's imprisonment, Malfoy despised him even more.
"What's the matter Draco? Lost you dear 'ole dad?" Harry replied as if daring him to say or do something that might get him into serious trouble.
"If not for you and your mud-blood fools--," he started, but wasn't able to finish because of his mother.
"Draco, which would you like, the Firebolt, the Flame Flicker, or maybe-- both?"
Before, a smile wouldn't have even thought about creeping onto Malfoy's face, but now, thanks to Mrs. Malfoy, Draco was in pure delight.
"Potter, what was that old broom you had? A Firebolt? No, I would never buy one of those, rusty, putrid things you call a broom. The stick can barely get off the ground. No, mum, I'll take the Flame Flicker."
Is that why I beat you so many times on it? Harry thought, but he didn't say it. Taunting wasn't necessary, when it came to Quidditch, Malfoy knew Harry was better. Draco was intimidated by Harry so much that bragging wouldn't prove anything more.
Harry was back in his room at the Leaky Cauldron and thinking about the days events. Malfoy had seen Harry for the first time since his father was put in Azkaban, and he hadn't reacted in a rash way at all. In fact, things were just as bad as usual. What else had happened today? Harry knew there was something else, he just couldn't figure it out. Within minutes, he was sound asleep.
The next day was the day before the Hogwarts Express left for start of term. It was a hectic day, to say the least. Besides the fact that Mrs. Weasley was almost in tears because Harry had "run away" again, everyone else was on his case, too.
"Harry, dear, You don't know how scared we were," sobbed Mrs. Weasley. "Not knowing where you were, who you were with. Thank heavens you got here safely."
"Now, Harry, I want nothing of the sort to happen again!" ordered Mr. Weasley in turn.
The Weasleys were the least of his problems compared to the rest of the Order. At least they were nice about it. Mad Eye Moody had practically growled Harry's head off for not sending him an owl about the muggles, like he had told him to. Lupin gave him a look that said it all, it was one of those 'if-you-ever-got-hurt-I-wouldn't-be-able-to-live-with-it' looks , but no one could beat Dumbledore. He was the worst of them all. With Dumbledore being kind to Harry made him feel even worse about what he did. Dumbledore is wasting his precious time to worry about me, thought an ashamed Harry. He made a silent promise to himself that he would never do that again, but promises are hard to keep in the magical world.
After all the lectures, they all greeted him warmly. He took Ron and Hermione up to his room and repeated all of what had happened the day before. Ron snorted with laughter as Harry told them what he had said to Malfoy. Hermione didn't laugh, but even she had to smile at Harry's encounter.
The next day was the start of school, The day that Harry hadn't been able to wait patiently for. As they got to the King's Crossing, most of the order felt obligated to escort Harry and the others onto Platform 9 and ¾. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny loaded their things onto the only empty compartment. They waved the Order good-bye and were off to start a brand new adventure of a year.
During the first hour of the ride the door to their compartment opened and a girl entered; a girl that they had never seen before. She had chestnut colored hair about half way down her back and rich, green eyes. Her tan complexion was ominous in the dark compartment and her sparkling lips were glittering.
"Is this compartment full, too?" she asked gloomily with an American accent.
"Uh...," stumbled Ron, almost too hypnotized to speak.
"No," said Hermione and Ginny at the same time.
"Okay, well, do you mind if I sit here?" she said awkwardly while pointing to where Harry was seated.
"Not-- not at all," Harry stuttered with an air of excitement in his voice.
She sat down and pulled out a beauty magazine and started flipping pages. Next she opened her book-bag and adjusted the headphones on her portable CD player. She began bobbing her head to the rock music she had in the CD player. Harry was captivated. Not only was she beautiful, but she was American. Ron couldn't help but stare at her, too.
"Where are you from?" Harry asked timidly.
"Huh?" she looked up with one eyebrow slightly higher than the other and then she realized what he had said. She took off her head phones and smiled.
"I'm from America-- just moved here. The name's Renee' "she said holding out a hand for Harry to shake.
"I'm Harry--Harry Potter." he said expecting her to sound thrilled or impressed. She seemed a little scared instead. The only one who had noticed a change in her expression was Hermione who just scoffed and looked away.
"Whose he?" she inquired, looking at Ron who was still staring at her unblinkingly.
"That's Ron Weasley, this is Hermione Granger, and this is Ginny Weasley, Ron's sister." he said pointing at each one of his friends as he spoke.
"Well it's nice to meet you all..." she smiled.
Harry wondered if all American girls were as pretty as she was.
About 3 hours into the train ride the compartment door slid open again. Draco Malfoy was standing in the entrance with his two baboonish looking friends, Crabbe and Goyle.
"Potter, your in for it this year, and your wrong if you think I won't," Malfoy asked with pure disgust in his voice.
"Are you sure about that?" Renee' retorted looking Draco's puny body up and down. For the first time Draco saw her. Her beauty had the same effect on him as it did on Harry.
"Who are you?" Draco asked.
"Renee' Heusel," she replied in a tone that meant don't mess with me. "And telling by the smug look on your face, you must be a pure-blood. Am I wrong?"
"Who are you and where did you come from?" Malfoy asked curiously.
"Well, I already answered the first question, but I'm from the U.S." she replied cooly. "What, you can't understand English?" she asked noticing the confused look on his face, "Or are you like-- 12?"
The whole compartment exploded with laughter, except from Draco and his monkeys. He gave her an evil look and strolled out of the compartment. He didn't return for the rest of the trip.
"That was great," said Harry surprised by her wit.
"Well, when you grow up in public schools all around the world, you have to know how to handle yourself," she said.
"Do you have many friends?" teased Hermione obviously thinking that this girl must try to intimidate everyone around her.
"Do you?" she retorted quickly. Hermione rolled her eyes and started a conversation with Ginny. She obviously didn't like Renee', she was threatened by her. But what she didn't know was that she would become closer than ever to this girl.
Yea...I know that was kinda mean...lol...but youll see...