Author's note: Before you read this story, if you even read this note, I would like the audience to know that this was rather an important piece of writing to me because in every writing I do their is some part of it based on me or how I wish to be. Please, Read, review, and enjoy it first and formost.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but I do own my own life and I choose to write.
Chapter Two: Diagon Alley
"Get out, boy!" Uncle Vernon screamed as Harry clicked open the door to the blue station wagon. Harry slammed the door behind him and quickly emptied his belongings from the trunk.
Two young men stepped out of the Leaky Cauldron to help Harry with his bags. Since many Hogwarts students came to Diagon Alley before going to school, the Leaky Cauldron offered to send their baggage to the Hogwarts Express. Harry walked into the pub without looking back at fat Uncle Dursley.
As harry stepped through the creaky iron door, he spotted a father large load of bags, mostly packed from shopping it looked like, on a cart in the hall. 'Must be a girl's' he muttered to himself. 'Maybe they are Para's things!'
Catching a glimpse at a golden clip on a huge leather suitcase, Harry read the fancy cursive saying:
Lila P. Marron
His heart sank. 'No Para.'
Browzing through the smoke-filled pub, he found no girls who looked 14 years of age. Harry planned to say a late Happy Birthday to her, but his chances were going down the tube fast.
His first plan had been to get a recording envelope and give it to her here, but soon, a realization came over him that the best first physical impression wouldn't be him singing.
(Amen he thought of it first, or I would have had to cut it out of the story!)
Thinking of the letters, Harry pulled out the last on he received from Para.
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Dear Harry,
This may sound truely stupid, but ever since we started exchanging letters (real ones, I mean, with actual info in them) I've had, or started to have, this...I guess you could say...crush on you. I'm sorry if you don't feel the same way. It's stupid, childish, moronic; oh, the list could go on.
Well. Now that I've made a complete and utter fool of myself, and if you still want to meet me, I'll be at the Leaky Cauldron for 30 minutes after 10. I hope you come.
Love,
Para
~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~
Harry pocketed the letter again and scanned the faces. 'It's all Dursley's fault!' he thought, 'He just had to leave at 15 after.'
Harry gloomily passed the brick wall into Diagon Alley and glanced around at the faces there. He decided he might as well get some of his school books; it's not like that could make his day... who?
Suddenly, Harry saw a young girl walk from the Quidditch store to the bookstore not but 10 feet in front of him. She never looked up while carrying a large bag in hand with a shrunken broom poking out amung the fabric.
An enormous gut feeling came over Harry as he put the clues together. 'She said once that she needed robes and books, didn't she? Maybe that's her.' and as his spirits rose so did his doubts. He cautiosly opened the door and glided past a few shelves making sure he found the one where the girl was. As he peeked over a shelf of books, he saw her standing in front of him, unaware of his presence.
He could see the royal purple and black robes neatly folded into the bag along with the broom bow labeled 'Nimbus 3062 a.k.a. Firebolt Windsweep, The new team, the old dream. '
'So the two companies teamed up. Sounds like a bloody good broom.' Harry thought to himself, then quickly snapped himself back to attention just in time to see the girl's face as she closed the book with a giggle and put it in her bag.
She scanned other shelves with Harry close behind and ended up holding a potions book, something about defense against dark arts, and an 'Everything you need to kno about Quidditch' Manual. Harry followed her to the counter where she unloaded the books.
Harry could feel his heart racing in his chest as he tapped the girl's shoulder lightly.
She slowly turned, her Quidditch book in hand, eyes wide and questioning. She was pretty; she had long black hair that shined with a reddish glow and light blue-green eyes.
"Hi," Harry gulped finally, "I'm Harry and I was wondering if you are Para." 'Right, idiot,' Harry's brain spat at him, 'that was smooth!'
The girl seemed to be taken aback for a moment, as if she were pondering an answer.
"No..." she said quickly, as if to make up for the time she had been thinking, "My name... my name is Lila... I'm sorry." She looked away, putting her book onto the counter along with enough money to pay for them.
"Me, too." Harry apologized. "Me, too."
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but I do own my own life and I choose to write.
Chapter Two: Diagon Alley
"Get out, boy!" Uncle Vernon screamed as Harry clicked open the door to the blue station wagon. Harry slammed the door behind him and quickly emptied his belongings from the trunk.
Two young men stepped out of the Leaky Cauldron to help Harry with his bags. Since many Hogwarts students came to Diagon Alley before going to school, the Leaky Cauldron offered to send their baggage to the Hogwarts Express. Harry walked into the pub without looking back at fat Uncle Dursley.
As harry stepped through the creaky iron door, he spotted a father large load of bags, mostly packed from shopping it looked like, on a cart in the hall. 'Must be a girl's' he muttered to himself. 'Maybe they are Para's things!'
Catching a glimpse at a golden clip on a huge leather suitcase, Harry read the fancy cursive saying:
Lila P. Marron
His heart sank. 'No Para.'
Browzing through the smoke-filled pub, he found no girls who looked 14 years of age. Harry planned to say a late Happy Birthday to her, but his chances were going down the tube fast.
His first plan had been to get a recording envelope and give it to her here, but soon, a realization came over him that the best first physical impression wouldn't be him singing.
(Amen he thought of it first, or I would have had to cut it out of the story!)
Thinking of the letters, Harry pulled out the last on he received from Para.
~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~
Dear Harry,
This may sound truely stupid, but ever since we started exchanging letters (real ones, I mean, with actual info in them) I've had, or started to have, this...I guess you could say...crush on you. I'm sorry if you don't feel the same way. It's stupid, childish, moronic; oh, the list could go on.
Well. Now that I've made a complete and utter fool of myself, and if you still want to meet me, I'll be at the Leaky Cauldron for 30 minutes after 10. I hope you come.
Love,
Para
~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~
Harry pocketed the letter again and scanned the faces. 'It's all Dursley's fault!' he thought, 'He just had to leave at 15 after.'
Harry gloomily passed the brick wall into Diagon Alley and glanced around at the faces there. He decided he might as well get some of his school books; it's not like that could make his day... who?
Suddenly, Harry saw a young girl walk from the Quidditch store to the bookstore not but 10 feet in front of him. She never looked up while carrying a large bag in hand with a shrunken broom poking out amung the fabric.
An enormous gut feeling came over Harry as he put the clues together. 'She said once that she needed robes and books, didn't she? Maybe that's her.' and as his spirits rose so did his doubts. He cautiosly opened the door and glided past a few shelves making sure he found the one where the girl was. As he peeked over a shelf of books, he saw her standing in front of him, unaware of his presence.
He could see the royal purple and black robes neatly folded into the bag along with the broom bow labeled 'Nimbus 3062 a.k.a. Firebolt Windsweep, The new team, the old dream. '
'So the two companies teamed up. Sounds like a bloody good broom.' Harry thought to himself, then quickly snapped himself back to attention just in time to see the girl's face as she closed the book with a giggle and put it in her bag.
She scanned other shelves with Harry close behind and ended up holding a potions book, something about defense against dark arts, and an 'Everything you need to kno about Quidditch' Manual. Harry followed her to the counter where she unloaded the books.
Harry could feel his heart racing in his chest as he tapped the girl's shoulder lightly.
She slowly turned, her Quidditch book in hand, eyes wide and questioning. She was pretty; she had long black hair that shined with a reddish glow and light blue-green eyes.
"Hi," Harry gulped finally, "I'm Harry and I was wondering if you are Para." 'Right, idiot,' Harry's brain spat at him, 'that was smooth!'
The girl seemed to be taken aback for a moment, as if she were pondering an answer.
"No..." she said quickly, as if to make up for the time she had been thinking, "My name... my name is Lila... I'm sorry." She looked away, putting her book onto the counter along with enough money to pay for them.
"Me, too." Harry apologized. "Me, too."