The Second War of Light and Darkness
Summary: Sixth year...a year of new friends, old enemies, and, especially for Harry Potter himself, love. H/OC; G/D; R/Hr.
Disclaimer: Oh, believe me... if I owned Harry, I'd be marrying him in the novels or movies and sticking myself in, inside of in this dinky fanfic. Joy, joy! Do you see that happening? No. J.K. Rowling has that pleasure.
Author's Note: Because of all my friends' massive support, I have honoured their request to stick them in. Discreetly of course. GO SPRING BREAK! Sorry I waylayed most of the airport stuff, but really, this chapter is too long anyway, so I'm forgiven, right? Well, enjoy!
Chapter 14: Spring Break
Harry had the sudden urge to lunge to the nearest window and crack his head upon it. It was a fine, Spring day, the sun was shining, the flowers blooming...and where was he? In Professor Binns' History of Magic classroom, listening to a tedious lecture. He glanced over at Amanda, who was on the other side of the room, writing. Harry felt himself puzzling over this for a bit; she never wrote notes for class. She, like he and Ron, took them from Hermione. She didn't look very happy. Harry resolved to ask her about it later on. He looked to his side, where Ron and Hermione sat, Ron trying to pass her notes. Love notes. Hermione, however, kept pushing it back with no reply. Apparently, school was still her priority. Harry, still very bored, put his head down and napped until the end of the period.
The bell rang, and everyone quickly jumped up, some even sprinting to the door. Harry was nudged awake by Hermione, who frowned disapprovingly.
"You slept all class?" she whispered, glancing over at Professor Binns.
"Yup," Harry said, yawning, then looked around. "Amanda?" he called, "Let's go." Amanda looked up from whatever she was writing. Harry noticed the dark circles under her eyes. She got up, hurriedly tucking the sheif of parchment into her schoolbag, but a moment later it fell out. She looked down at her watch.
"Oh, no! I'm going to be late to Arithmancy with Hermione! Where'd she go?"
"With Ron," Harry answered, looking at her worriedly. She was never this flustered.
"I'm going to kick her ass," Amand mumbled, before shifting a smile unto her face and giving Harry a kiss on the cheek, saying a quick goodbye before she ran out.
Harry sighed, realizing he'd be walking alone to Care of Magical Creatures. Again. He knelt down to tie his shoelaces, when he noticed it. The parchment Amanda had dropped. Harry picked it up and his mind fought itself.
To read the letter, or not to read the letter? To betray her trust, or to find out what was wrong? Harry made up his mind, and began to read:
Dear Jamie,
I miss you all so much. Everything is going fine here, but I can't help but be homesick. England is so different from America, and even though I've made good friends here (like Harry), I still miss you, Jenni, Pryscilla, Maggie, Oua and the rest. I'd really like to see you guys this break, but it seems impossible. None of you have the money, and I don't think I could afford to visit you guys either anytime soon. The tuition for Hogwarts, plus the moving costs, have left my family in kind of a rut.
But, I'll still have fun, I know, with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Ginny's been kind of distant now that she and Harry's rival, Draco (I've told you about him) started going out, but I think she'll be going to the Riviera as well. Well, I've got to go, History of Magic's just ended. Hope to see you soon, and give everyone a big hug for me.
L.Y.L.A.S.
Amanda
Harry realized with a jolt, as he folded up the letter, that he was quite near Hagrid's hut. He shoved it hurriedly into his robes and started running towards where the rest of the class was congregated.
"'arry!" Hagrid called gruffly, smiling, "There ya are!" Harry smiled, glad Hagrid wasn't mad at him for being late, and went over to where Ron was standing, ruffling his red hair.
"Hey," Ron whispered, when he saw his best friend, "Where have you been?" Harry gave him a look.
"After you ditched me," Harry whispered back, (Ron smiled apologetically) "I found a letter Amanda wrote to a friend saying she was missing America and that she wouldn't be able to visit over break."
"You read her letter?" Ron whispered in awe, "I would never do that to Hermione! She'd probably go batty."
"Well," Harry said, looking rather nervous now, "I hope Amanda doesn't, but maybe if I make plans to take her friends to the Riviera with us, as a surprise, y'know, maybe she won't be mad."
"That makes sense," Ron mused, "But how will you get them over here?"
"I have an idea," Harry said, his green eyes glinting, "This is how we'll do it..."
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"'Mione?" Amanda called, looking around the door frame, "Have you seen my bathing suit?"
Hermione popped up from Ginny's dormitory door and shook her head, her brown curls bouncing. "Nope," she said, looking thoughtful, "Have you looked underneath your bed yet?"
"Of course I have!" Amanda said frustratedly, ducking her head underneath the bed, "See it's not--Oh."
"You found it, didn't you?" Hermione said, walking into the room with a grin.
"Yeah," Amanda said sheepishly, holding up the bikini top and bottom. She threw them into her open suticase.
"How can you manage to make everything fit?" Ginny said in awe, walking into the room.
Amanda rolled her eyes, grinning. "An enlarging charm of course! Otherwise I'd need about four suitcases, and that simply wouldn't do, would it?"
"Oh, not at all," Ginny said, laughing, putting her long red hair up into a ponytail.
"I think I'm done," Hermione declared a moment later, closing her navy suitcase with a flourish.
"Me, too," said Amanda, following suit, "Let's bring everything downstairs."
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Ron tossed a pair of orange swim trunks into his dufflebag, and proclaimed, "All done."
"Yeah, me too," Harry said, running a hand through his already messy jet-black hair, "Let's go to meet the girls. Let's just hope everything goes well when we get to the airport in Nice."
"Don't worry, mate," Ron said reassuringly, "With the effort you've put into this, everything will go smashingly."
"I hope so, Ron," Harry said, sighing, "I hope so."
The boys headed down the stairs, duffle bags slung across their shoulders. They grinned at the girls, who were carrying their massive suitcases with ease.
"Didn't know you were so strong, Hermione," Ron teased, giving her a soft kiss on the lips. She smiled, then kissed him back.
"Lightening Charm, Ron," Ginny answered, glaring at him.
"Why is she so mad?" Harry said underneath his breath to Ron.
"I persuaded Mum not to let Ginny bring Malfoy," Ron said, his blue eyes narrowed at Ginny's retreating back; she was going to say good-bye to her boyfriend.
"Good job, mate," Harry said, punching Ron on the shoulder, "We wouldn't want HIM around."
"Well put," Ron agreed, "Let's get going now, Mum's in the foyer." Harry nodded, took Amanda's suitcase (she smiled happily) and went out of the portrait hall, the girls and Ron following. They found Mrs. Weasley beaming at the bottom of the stairs, waving merrily.
"Hello Ron, dear," she said, giving Ron a hug. He turned red, before she turned to Harry and gave him a smothering hug as well, whispering, "How are you, Harry? All right?" Harry nodded, and she went over to where Hermione and Amanda were standing. Amanda smiled and Hermione went to go give Mrs. Weasley a hug.
"Hello," Mrs. Weasley said, her brown eyes sparkling happily as she looked over at Amanda, "You're Amanda, right, dear? Well, I'm glad Harry has someone to keep his mind..." she paused, searching for the right word, "*preoccupied*, what with all that's been going on."
Amanda blushed and said, "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Weasley."
"Nice to meet you too," the kindly matron replied, then said loudly, "Well, we'd better be off, the plane is leaving soon. Where's Ginny?"
"Here I am," the redhead replied sullenly, walking out of a nearby classroom, her suitcase rolling behind her.
"What were you doing in there?" Ron prodded suspiciously, his eyebrows furrowed. Ginny didn't answer, and everyone, who knew full well what she had been doing, began walking out of the huge foyer doors.
"So..." said Amanda, trying to make conversation, "Who else is coming along?" Harry glanced at Ron and smirked.
"Just us, dear," said Mrs. Weasley, "Everyone else was just so busy, and Arthur will be meeting us in France."
"Oh," Amanda said, her brown eyes now off somewhere else, then pulled her long hair into a ponytail.
The car ride there was relatively uneventful, full of small talk and forthcoming exams. When they finally arrived at the airport, they piled out of the car.
"All right," Mrs. Weasley, "Everyone close together, now, we wouldn't want anyone getting lost."
"Yes," said Ron in an undertone to Harry, Hermione, and Amanda, "Everybody hold hands, stay together."
Amanda grinned, and grabbed Harry's hand, interlacing it with her own. Ron and Hermione were already way ahead of them.
They made their way into the airport, which had guards standing at the entrance.
"I'm so excited," Hermione squealed, "I love France!"
"Me too," Amanda said, squealed as well, "I've never been there before, though. But the culture is amazing, and..." Harry tried to listen attentively to what his girlfriend and Hermione were conversing about, but when he looked over at Ron, and found he wasn't listening anymore, he stopped as well, and began looking around. He had never actually flown anywhere on an airplane before, and in an odd sort of way he was a bit nervous.
Harry stopped abruptly when Ron stopped ahead of him, staring at the nearest window.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, and Ron turned to him with a grimace.
"Are we flying on...those things?" he said, pointing at an airplane.
"Yeah," said Harry, confused, "Why?"
"Because they just look like giant metal birds! How do they fly? Why can't we just use broomsticks?!"
"Well," Harry admitted, "They do look a bit frightening, but Muggles get along fine on them. And I suppose that flying to France on broomsticks would be pretty tiring." Ron shrugged, but still looked nervous.
They handed their tickets to the smiling flight attendent at the gate and walked down the noisy, grey pathway to the airplane.
They found their seats (Amanda, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat together, and Ginny sat with her Mum) and situated themselves. Amanda took out her C.D. player and a few C.D's and put them in the pocket of the seat in front, then put a book ("The Bell Jar" by Sylvia Plath) and a few magazines ("YM", "CosmoGIRL!" and "Seventeen") in as well.
"You're sure organized," Harry remarked, running a hand through his unruly hair. Amanda just smiled.
"I travel a lot, so I pretty much know the deal about all this stuff...security, plane safety...you know what I mean."
"Yeah," Harry said, grinning. Amanda grinned back and gave him a quick kiss.
The flight attendant began talking about safety precautions, so Amanda just slipped on her headphones and let her eyes wander. Harry tried hard to listen, but really, most things he remembered from movies he had watched when he was younger. Ron was paying attention; he looked pretty scared when she talked about "In case of a maritime crash, your seat may be used as a flotation device". Hermione was chatting in a low voice to Ginny from across the corridor (which quite a short a distance). After a while, she stopped talking, and everybody else started. There was a crackle from the speakers, and a voice began speaking:
"Welcome to British Airways flight 554 from London, England, going to Nice, France. We should be having a pleasant flight today. The flight conditions are excellent, as well as the weather. Please fasten your seatbelts when the orange light above your heads is on. You may remove them when it turns off. Please be reminded that there is no smoking on this flight. Thank you. We shall be taking off very shortly."
Amanda grabbed some gum from her black leather purse and mutely handed a piece to each person, then popped two into her open mouth.
"What's this for?" Harry asked, confused, holding the gum in his hand.
"It's so your ears don't pop as we're going up," supplied Hermione, then she handed the piece she had just been given back to Amanda, "Thanks, I brought my own."
"My ears are going to POP?!" Ron said loudly, his brow furrowed.
"Honestly, Ron," Hermione said, sighing, "It's just a phrase. Your ears don't actually pop, it's just the feeling your eardrums get."
Suddenly, the plane began speeding up.
"What's happening?" Ginny whispered to them.
"We're taking off now," Amanda said back, "So get ready."
Harry grabbed the armrests so tightly, his knuckles began turning white. The scar Umbridge had given him ('I will not tell lies') flashed white on the back of his hand. Amanda started humming underneath her breath, looking out the window.
The plane lifted off the ground, and Ron gasped, then blushed as two college-aged girls turned 'round to look at him. From then on, everything went smoothly. The teens began talking amicably about anything and everything: exams, Quidditch, classes, and gossip.
When finally the captain came over the loudspeaker again, everyone was relieved to hear that they would be arriving in less than 10 minutes. Harry kept grinning at Ron, who grinned back, both anxious to see Amanda's reaction to their surprise.
They finally landed with a thud, and everyone began getting up, gathering their luggage from the overhead compartment, picking up magazines and C.D.'s, and heading towards the exit. The girls giggled excitedly to each other. Harry walked closer to Amanda, slipping his hand into hers. She looked up, smiling at him, and then a voice called out:
"*Finally*! We thought you'd never get here, Dubster!" Amanda's eyes widened and she whipped around to see five, very familiar girls standing beside the gate.
Harry grinned.
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Author's Note: Heehee, this chapter was wwwwaayyyy too long, n'est pas? Well, hoped you like it!
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Amanda/Firefly
Summary: Sixth year...a year of new friends, old enemies, and, especially for Harry Potter himself, love. H/OC; G/D; R/Hr.
Disclaimer: Oh, believe me... if I owned Harry, I'd be marrying him in the novels or movies and sticking myself in, inside of in this dinky fanfic. Joy, joy! Do you see that happening? No. J.K. Rowling has that pleasure.
Author's Note: Because of all my friends' massive support, I have honoured their request to stick them in. Discreetly of course. GO SPRING BREAK! Sorry I waylayed most of the airport stuff, but really, this chapter is too long anyway, so I'm forgiven, right? Well, enjoy!
Chapter 14: Spring Break
Harry had the sudden urge to lunge to the nearest window and crack his head upon it. It was a fine, Spring day, the sun was shining, the flowers blooming...and where was he? In Professor Binns' History of Magic classroom, listening to a tedious lecture. He glanced over at Amanda, who was on the other side of the room, writing. Harry felt himself puzzling over this for a bit; she never wrote notes for class. She, like he and Ron, took them from Hermione. She didn't look very happy. Harry resolved to ask her about it later on. He looked to his side, where Ron and Hermione sat, Ron trying to pass her notes. Love notes. Hermione, however, kept pushing it back with no reply. Apparently, school was still her priority. Harry, still very bored, put his head down and napped until the end of the period.
The bell rang, and everyone quickly jumped up, some even sprinting to the door. Harry was nudged awake by Hermione, who frowned disapprovingly.
"You slept all class?" she whispered, glancing over at Professor Binns.
"Yup," Harry said, yawning, then looked around. "Amanda?" he called, "Let's go." Amanda looked up from whatever she was writing. Harry noticed the dark circles under her eyes. She got up, hurriedly tucking the sheif of parchment into her schoolbag, but a moment later it fell out. She looked down at her watch.
"Oh, no! I'm going to be late to Arithmancy with Hermione! Where'd she go?"
"With Ron," Harry answered, looking at her worriedly. She was never this flustered.
"I'm going to kick her ass," Amand mumbled, before shifting a smile unto her face and giving Harry a kiss on the cheek, saying a quick goodbye before she ran out.
Harry sighed, realizing he'd be walking alone to Care of Magical Creatures. Again. He knelt down to tie his shoelaces, when he noticed it. The parchment Amanda had dropped. Harry picked it up and his mind fought itself.
To read the letter, or not to read the letter? To betray her trust, or to find out what was wrong? Harry made up his mind, and began to read:
Dear Jamie,
I miss you all so much. Everything is going fine here, but I can't help but be homesick. England is so different from America, and even though I've made good friends here (like Harry), I still miss you, Jenni, Pryscilla, Maggie, Oua and the rest. I'd really like to see you guys this break, but it seems impossible. None of you have the money, and I don't think I could afford to visit you guys either anytime soon. The tuition for Hogwarts, plus the moving costs, have left my family in kind of a rut.
But, I'll still have fun, I know, with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Ginny's been kind of distant now that she and Harry's rival, Draco (I've told you about him) started going out, but I think she'll be going to the Riviera as well. Well, I've got to go, History of Magic's just ended. Hope to see you soon, and give everyone a big hug for me.
L.Y.L.A.S.
Amanda
Harry realized with a jolt, as he folded up the letter, that he was quite near Hagrid's hut. He shoved it hurriedly into his robes and started running towards where the rest of the class was congregated.
"'arry!" Hagrid called gruffly, smiling, "There ya are!" Harry smiled, glad Hagrid wasn't mad at him for being late, and went over to where Ron was standing, ruffling his red hair.
"Hey," Ron whispered, when he saw his best friend, "Where have you been?" Harry gave him a look.
"After you ditched me," Harry whispered back, (Ron smiled apologetically) "I found a letter Amanda wrote to a friend saying she was missing America and that she wouldn't be able to visit over break."
"You read her letter?" Ron whispered in awe, "I would never do that to Hermione! She'd probably go batty."
"Well," Harry said, looking rather nervous now, "I hope Amanda doesn't, but maybe if I make plans to take her friends to the Riviera with us, as a surprise, y'know, maybe she won't be mad."
"That makes sense," Ron mused, "But how will you get them over here?"
"I have an idea," Harry said, his green eyes glinting, "This is how we'll do it..."
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"'Mione?" Amanda called, looking around the door frame, "Have you seen my bathing suit?"
Hermione popped up from Ginny's dormitory door and shook her head, her brown curls bouncing. "Nope," she said, looking thoughtful, "Have you looked underneath your bed yet?"
"Of course I have!" Amanda said frustratedly, ducking her head underneath the bed, "See it's not--Oh."
"You found it, didn't you?" Hermione said, walking into the room with a grin.
"Yeah," Amanda said sheepishly, holding up the bikini top and bottom. She threw them into her open suticase.
"How can you manage to make everything fit?" Ginny said in awe, walking into the room.
Amanda rolled her eyes, grinning. "An enlarging charm of course! Otherwise I'd need about four suitcases, and that simply wouldn't do, would it?"
"Oh, not at all," Ginny said, laughing, putting her long red hair up into a ponytail.
"I think I'm done," Hermione declared a moment later, closing her navy suitcase with a flourish.
"Me, too," said Amanda, following suit, "Let's bring everything downstairs."
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Ron tossed a pair of orange swim trunks into his dufflebag, and proclaimed, "All done."
"Yeah, me too," Harry said, running a hand through his already messy jet-black hair, "Let's go to meet the girls. Let's just hope everything goes well when we get to the airport in Nice."
"Don't worry, mate," Ron said reassuringly, "With the effort you've put into this, everything will go smashingly."
"I hope so, Ron," Harry said, sighing, "I hope so."
The boys headed down the stairs, duffle bags slung across their shoulders. They grinned at the girls, who were carrying their massive suitcases with ease.
"Didn't know you were so strong, Hermione," Ron teased, giving her a soft kiss on the lips. She smiled, then kissed him back.
"Lightening Charm, Ron," Ginny answered, glaring at him.
"Why is she so mad?" Harry said underneath his breath to Ron.
"I persuaded Mum not to let Ginny bring Malfoy," Ron said, his blue eyes narrowed at Ginny's retreating back; she was going to say good-bye to her boyfriend.
"Good job, mate," Harry said, punching Ron on the shoulder, "We wouldn't want HIM around."
"Well put," Ron agreed, "Let's get going now, Mum's in the foyer." Harry nodded, took Amanda's suitcase (she smiled happily) and went out of the portrait hall, the girls and Ron following. They found Mrs. Weasley beaming at the bottom of the stairs, waving merrily.
"Hello Ron, dear," she said, giving Ron a hug. He turned red, before she turned to Harry and gave him a smothering hug as well, whispering, "How are you, Harry? All right?" Harry nodded, and she went over to where Hermione and Amanda were standing. Amanda smiled and Hermione went to go give Mrs. Weasley a hug.
"Hello," Mrs. Weasley said, her brown eyes sparkling happily as she looked over at Amanda, "You're Amanda, right, dear? Well, I'm glad Harry has someone to keep his mind..." she paused, searching for the right word, "*preoccupied*, what with all that's been going on."
Amanda blushed and said, "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Weasley."
"Nice to meet you too," the kindly matron replied, then said loudly, "Well, we'd better be off, the plane is leaving soon. Where's Ginny?"
"Here I am," the redhead replied sullenly, walking out of a nearby classroom, her suitcase rolling behind her.
"What were you doing in there?" Ron prodded suspiciously, his eyebrows furrowed. Ginny didn't answer, and everyone, who knew full well what she had been doing, began walking out of the huge foyer doors.
"So..." said Amanda, trying to make conversation, "Who else is coming along?" Harry glanced at Ron and smirked.
"Just us, dear," said Mrs. Weasley, "Everyone else was just so busy, and Arthur will be meeting us in France."
"Oh," Amanda said, her brown eyes now off somewhere else, then pulled her long hair into a ponytail.
The car ride there was relatively uneventful, full of small talk and forthcoming exams. When they finally arrived at the airport, they piled out of the car.
"All right," Mrs. Weasley, "Everyone close together, now, we wouldn't want anyone getting lost."
"Yes," said Ron in an undertone to Harry, Hermione, and Amanda, "Everybody hold hands, stay together."
Amanda grinned, and grabbed Harry's hand, interlacing it with her own. Ron and Hermione were already way ahead of them.
They made their way into the airport, which had guards standing at the entrance.
"I'm so excited," Hermione squealed, "I love France!"
"Me too," Amanda said, squealed as well, "I've never been there before, though. But the culture is amazing, and..." Harry tried to listen attentively to what his girlfriend and Hermione were conversing about, but when he looked over at Ron, and found he wasn't listening anymore, he stopped as well, and began looking around. He had never actually flown anywhere on an airplane before, and in an odd sort of way he was a bit nervous.
Harry stopped abruptly when Ron stopped ahead of him, staring at the nearest window.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, and Ron turned to him with a grimace.
"Are we flying on...those things?" he said, pointing at an airplane.
"Yeah," said Harry, confused, "Why?"
"Because they just look like giant metal birds! How do they fly? Why can't we just use broomsticks?!"
"Well," Harry admitted, "They do look a bit frightening, but Muggles get along fine on them. And I suppose that flying to France on broomsticks would be pretty tiring." Ron shrugged, but still looked nervous.
They handed their tickets to the smiling flight attendent at the gate and walked down the noisy, grey pathway to the airplane.
They found their seats (Amanda, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat together, and Ginny sat with her Mum) and situated themselves. Amanda took out her C.D. player and a few C.D's and put them in the pocket of the seat in front, then put a book ("The Bell Jar" by Sylvia Plath) and a few magazines ("YM", "CosmoGIRL!" and "Seventeen") in as well.
"You're sure organized," Harry remarked, running a hand through his unruly hair. Amanda just smiled.
"I travel a lot, so I pretty much know the deal about all this stuff...security, plane safety...you know what I mean."
"Yeah," Harry said, grinning. Amanda grinned back and gave him a quick kiss.
The flight attendant began talking about safety precautions, so Amanda just slipped on her headphones and let her eyes wander. Harry tried hard to listen, but really, most things he remembered from movies he had watched when he was younger. Ron was paying attention; he looked pretty scared when she talked about "In case of a maritime crash, your seat may be used as a flotation device". Hermione was chatting in a low voice to Ginny from across the corridor (which quite a short a distance). After a while, she stopped talking, and everybody else started. There was a crackle from the speakers, and a voice began speaking:
"Welcome to British Airways flight 554 from London, England, going to Nice, France. We should be having a pleasant flight today. The flight conditions are excellent, as well as the weather. Please fasten your seatbelts when the orange light above your heads is on. You may remove them when it turns off. Please be reminded that there is no smoking on this flight. Thank you. We shall be taking off very shortly."
Amanda grabbed some gum from her black leather purse and mutely handed a piece to each person, then popped two into her open mouth.
"What's this for?" Harry asked, confused, holding the gum in his hand.
"It's so your ears don't pop as we're going up," supplied Hermione, then she handed the piece she had just been given back to Amanda, "Thanks, I brought my own."
"My ears are going to POP?!" Ron said loudly, his brow furrowed.
"Honestly, Ron," Hermione said, sighing, "It's just a phrase. Your ears don't actually pop, it's just the feeling your eardrums get."
Suddenly, the plane began speeding up.
"What's happening?" Ginny whispered to them.
"We're taking off now," Amanda said back, "So get ready."
Harry grabbed the armrests so tightly, his knuckles began turning white. The scar Umbridge had given him ('I will not tell lies') flashed white on the back of his hand. Amanda started humming underneath her breath, looking out the window.
The plane lifted off the ground, and Ron gasped, then blushed as two college-aged girls turned 'round to look at him. From then on, everything went smoothly. The teens began talking amicably about anything and everything: exams, Quidditch, classes, and gossip.
When finally the captain came over the loudspeaker again, everyone was relieved to hear that they would be arriving in less than 10 minutes. Harry kept grinning at Ron, who grinned back, both anxious to see Amanda's reaction to their surprise.
They finally landed with a thud, and everyone began getting up, gathering their luggage from the overhead compartment, picking up magazines and C.D.'s, and heading towards the exit. The girls giggled excitedly to each other. Harry walked closer to Amanda, slipping his hand into hers. She looked up, smiling at him, and then a voice called out:
"*Finally*! We thought you'd never get here, Dubster!" Amanda's eyes widened and she whipped around to see five, very familiar girls standing beside the gate.
Harry grinned.
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Author's Note: Heehee, this chapter was wwwwaayyyy too long, n'est pas? Well, hoped you like it!
Einstein09: Thanks, I'm so glad you like this story!
Marchwarden's Blueeyed S: Thanks for putting me on your fave author's list...*aww*
Bride of Malfoy: Thanks for reviewing!
Scarlet Priestess: I'm glad you liked that part...lots of people said they did! Luv ya!
quill-angel68: Thanks for the nice long review. I enjoyed the criticism--it's always good :D Yeah, I'm thinking Amanda is (sooo strange talking about myself, lol). Um, sorry this chappie isn't better, but I had written it before I got your review (because ff.net is so damn slow with their e-mails and wouldn't let me read my reviews...*grr*) Yeah, Amanda's a muggle-born. Thanks for such a helpful review! I'll be checking my mail for your response! ;) Luv ya!
bon bon 04: You're actually going to be IN the next chapter, so...yeah...
Russell: I will send you one very soon :) I'm glad you like it so much!
Luv,
Amanda/Firefly