The Second War of Light and Darkness
by x0firefly0x
Summary: Sixth year...a year of new friends, old enemies, and, especially for Harry Potter himself, new loves. H/OOC, R/Hr, a little G/D.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, although I do own Amanda, who is actually myself, but stuck into the story!
Author's Note: As I sit here, eating green grapes, I'd just like to tell you all that Amanda is made to be, essentially, the way I am, and reacts how I would react. The airplane thing from last chapter? I am totally unafraid of airplanes, I've been on them so many times. So naturally, Amanda would be as well. Secondly, even though Amanda is Muggle-born, she has been to school in America, with her fellow witch friends. She went to an all girl's school, called "Liberty Academy of Witchcraft", so she is pretty assimilated into wizarding culture. She just has to get used to the English way of life and living in a coed school. Just some background. And now, on the story!
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to Oua, who is currently in Greece, due to some family emergencies. Love ya Oua, and I hope everything's all right!
Chapter 15: Of Bums and Beach Bummers
Five girls stood at the gate exit, grinning happily, and waving.
Amanda dashed to her friends, brown hair flying behind her, arms stretched wide, colliding with a blonde.
"Oh my God, guys! What are you doing here?" she squealed, her brown eyes sparkling excitedly.
Jamie, the blonde, hugged her back and said fondly, "We came to visit. Harry sent us the letter you wrote to us, and wrote a little something at the bottom as well, and enclosed some galleons for the tickets."
Amanda turned to look at Harry and smiled, her lower lip trembling, "Aw, Harry, you didn't have to do that!"
"Yes," Harry said, smirking, "I did, otherwise you'd be moping around the summer house, and we don't want that. We want to have fun!"
"Thanks, Harry," Amanda said, wiping her eyes, then turned to her friends and said, "Oua, Pryscilla, Maggie, Jamie, Jenni, meet Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley, Ron and Ginny's mum."
"'Mum'?" A very dark-haired, medium-skinned girl asked, giggling. Amanda gave her a look.
"Guys," she said, speaking to her British friends, "Let me introduce you to: Pryscilla, otherwise known as 'Bon Bon'--" (The girl with long black hair and darkish skin, smiled. She was wearing a t-shirt that said 'Duh.', and a pair of cheerleading-type shorts.) "--Oua, but we call her Diamond, (a girl with thick, reddish blonde hair in a pair of jean capris, and a green tank-top waved, smirking), Maggie, (a friendly looking girl with short, bouncy blonde hair and pink cheeks smiled serenely, patting down her knee-length, black and white-polka-dot 50's style skirt), Jamie (the blonde girl, wearing a pair of jeans shorts, and a baby-blue peasant blouse from before smiled, and said "Hi!" rather awkwardly) and last, but not least, Jenni." Jenni had very long light-brown hair and light-brown eyes, and was pretty tall. She was wearing a t-shirt that said 'Crusaders Volleyball'.
"Um," Ron said, trying to avert his eyes from the five pretty females in front of him, "Nice to meet you guys. Let's get our luggage, now."
"Sounds great, Ron," Hermione said, looking up at the signs. She pointed out the way to go.
"We'll come along," Jenni said, smiling, then turned to her friends, "Let's go!" The whole group of them began walking to the baggage claim.
Amanda walked up to a desk clerk and said, fumblingly, "Bonjour."
"Bonjour, mademoiselle," the clerk answered back, smiling in a friendly way, "Est-ce que vous m'aidez?" (Hello, ma'am, may I help you?)
"Er---oui," Amanda said slowly, "Nous avons...you know what? Do you speak English, miss?"
The lady behind the counter grinned, and said in a very thick French accent, "Yes, I do. May I help you?"
"Thank God," Amanda mumbled, then continued asking questions to the clerk.
With a crisp nod, and a "Merci, Madame, au revoir!" Amanda turned to her friends. "Okay, the baggage claim is this way." They followed her and finally got to the baggage claim.
"Goodness," Maggie said, her blonde hair bobbing, "Airports are very confusing."
"The worst is the one in Frankfurt, Germany," Amanda giggled, "My cousin Dina and I got lost like, five times there in just a matter of our six hour layover." Pryscilla, who was nearby, laughed.
"Oh, I missed you guys..." Amanda sighed, giving the two closest people to her, Jamie and Maggie, a huge hug.
They gathered all the luggage and started to walk outside.
"How will we get to Nice, mum?" Ron asked, ungluing his mouth from Hermione's.
"On 'Le Mètro'," Mrs. Weasley replied, her cheeks rosy, walking briskly, "Let's go, girls and boys."
They went down into the subway, and while Mrs. Weasley ordered their tickets, looked around.
"Oh, my God!" Maggie suddenly exclaimed jumping up and down, pointing at a man walking past, "Is that Johnny Depp?!"
"No, Maggie," Amanda said, sniggering, "I think that's just a hot homeless man."
"Oh," Maggie said, looking put out.
"It's okay," Amanda soothed, "We're in France, there'll be plenty of times to spot him just yet."
Maggie laughed, "I know...but it's hard when I haven't seen my 'husband' for over 15 years...he must be missing me sorely."
Amanda hugged her blonde, Johnny Depp-obsessed friend, and then headed towards Harry.
Amanda grinned, her brown eyes sparkling joyously, at her boyfriend, who was equally happy to see her happy.
"I knew you'd love it," Harry said, grinning.
"And I do!" Amanda said, flinging herself unto Harry for a huge hug, then gave him a kiss.
"Good."
"I just have one question, though..." Amanda said musingly.
"And what's that?" Harry said, feeling a bit guilty. She was going to ask, he knew she was going to ask...
"How'd you know I was so homesick? I've been hiding it from everyone, so the only way you would know was if you read my letters, or my journal." Amanda laughed, "And you wouldn't do that, would you, Harry?" An odd look came over Harry's face, pure guilt. Amanda let go of him, stepping back to get a good look.
"Oh, Harry, you didn't!" she exclaimed, her face crestfallen. Harry sighed.
"Sorry, Amanda, but I thought you wouldn't mind, and--"
"I don't want to talk to you right now, Harry," Amanda said sharply.
"Amanda--" Harry said angrily, "Wait."
"I *said* later." Amanda stalked away, and then hitched a grin unto her face as she saw her friends.
Harry stood there, fuming. 'I was just trying to be nice,' he thought, running a hand through his jet-black hair. "Women," he muttered, and headed towards Ron.
Finally, they got to their destination, and they tried to hail a taxi. The only one who was successful at it was Amanda, who basically put a hand out nearly touching the windshield, and then simply opening the door and bouncing in. Naturally, they couldn't all fit, so the cab driver (who told them his name was Jean-Paul; he was a very talkative driver) spoke to headquarters over the intercom and got two more. They told him where to go (Boulevarde d'Amandier, where their vacation home was) and he sped them over, chatting cheerfully about the weather all the way, not realizing that nearly none of them could speak French, excepting Amanda, Maggie, Hermione, and Oua, and even they didn't understand him very well at all.
When they got out of the taxi, when they reached their destination, they saw two quaint, little houses; they were attached by the living room, to allow easy mobility. One was light pink, the other a bright turquoise. Amanda and her friends immediately claimed the bright turqouise for their own, and the rest stayed in the other house, which was considerably smaller. They picked their rooms, with Ginny and Hermione sharing one room in the pink home, Ron and Harry the other, and Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley had the largest master bedroom. Unfortunately, there was only one bathroom. In the other house, it was much larger. Amanda and Jamie shared a bedroom, Oua and Pryscilla shared another, and Jenni and Maggie had the last. Every two bedrooms had an adjoining bathroom, so everything was fine for them at least, although it would take about four hours before anyone could go to the beach the rest of spring break.
After they were all settled, it was already too late to do anything but hang out around the house. And the day of reckoning for Harry arrived.
Harry was sitting in his room, rereading "Flying with the Cannons" for the fiftieth time, when Amanda came in, with a sickly sweet smile that was obviously plastered on.
"Harry," she said quietly, "We need to talk."
"I know," Harry said, frustrated, putting his book down on the end table with a thump. "Amanda, I was trying to do something nice for you and you go and get all angry at me. What's the matter with you?"
"HARRY, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST SAID THAT! YOU ARE SUCH AN IGNORANT GIT! THIS ISN'T ABOUT WHETHER YOU DID SOMETHING NICE OR NOT, IT'S A MATTER OF PRIVACY AND TRUST! WHAT MADE YOU THINK YOU COULD READ MY PRIVATE STUFF? HOW DARE YOU!"
Harry rolled his eyes, and yelled back, "YOU WERE UNHAPPY! I WANTED TO KNOW WHAT WAS WRONG! YOU'RE MY GIRLFRIEND, AND I CARE ABOUT YOU! YOU WERE LOOKING SICK AND DEPRESSED, AND THAT BOTHERED ME!"
"OH," Amanda yelled back, sarcastically, "YOU WERE ANNOYED THAT I MISSED MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS. WELL, SORR-Y. I SHOULD'VE JUST FORGOTTEN ABOUT THEM, RIGHT? AFTER BEING AWAY FROM AMERICA FOR 8 MONTHS, I SHOULD'VE JUST BEEN LIKE, HEY, I'LL JUST FORGET ANYTHING EVER EXISTED IN AMERICA! THAT EVERYTHING I DID WAS JUST AN OLD, TIRED MEMORY!" Tears went down Amanda's face, her eyes blotchy and red.
"Hey," Ron said worriedly, popping his head into the room, "Is everything all right up here? I heard yelling."
"Yes, Ron, everything's just fine," Amanda said sarcastically, her hands on her hips. Ron quailed.
"She knows," Harry said, before Ron had time to fill in the blanks.
"Oh," Ron said, his mouth a large 'O'. "Well, let me know how it goes!" Ron said mock-cheerfully, preparing to go, but Amanda grabbed his arm.
"You knew?" Amanda said in a dangerously low voice, glaring at Ron, "You knew, and you didn't tell me?"
"Well, yes, he told me about the letter, but--" Ron said, slowly removing his arm from her pincer-like grip.
Amanda took a deep breath, and stomped out, slamming the door.
Harry stood there, trying to calm himself down.
"Well," Ron said, with a grimace on his face, "That went well."
Harry looked at him, shook his head, and walked out.
To be continued...
Author's Note: That was a really crappy chapter. See, Pryscilla! That's what you get when you rush me! I need INSPIRATION. Lol. Sorry...I'm kinda PMS-y today, so I'm thinking that has to do with overly dramatic, yell-y, angsty Amanda. I pity poor Harry. He felt my wrath. ANYWHO...on with the reviewers...OH! AND READ MY NEW STORY, "The Beauty and the Beast". It's a Draco/Ginny, of course.
xxDiamondxx: Hey Oua. Hope everything is fine in Greece. LOVE YA!
Scarlet Priestess: I know, I miss Drakey-poo too. *Pout* Stupid Ron. Thanks for your suggestion. I hope you can see Amanda's flaw here...she's hot-tempered. Um, yeah.
bon bon 04: You were right! Glad you like it so far...And thanks for reviewing twice, lol!
Bride of Malfoy: Thanks for your loyalty to this fic ;D
Luv 'n' apologies,
Amanda/Firefly
by x0firefly0x
Summary: Sixth year...a year of new friends, old enemies, and, especially for Harry Potter himself, new loves. H/OOC, R/Hr, a little G/D.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, although I do own Amanda, who is actually myself, but stuck into the story!
Author's Note: As I sit here, eating green grapes, I'd just like to tell you all that Amanda is made to be, essentially, the way I am, and reacts how I would react. The airplane thing from last chapter? I am totally unafraid of airplanes, I've been on them so many times. So naturally, Amanda would be as well. Secondly, even though Amanda is Muggle-born, she has been to school in America, with her fellow witch friends. She went to an all girl's school, called "Liberty Academy of Witchcraft", so she is pretty assimilated into wizarding culture. She just has to get used to the English way of life and living in a coed school. Just some background. And now, on the story!
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to Oua, who is currently in Greece, due to some family emergencies. Love ya Oua, and I hope everything's all right!
Chapter 15: Of Bums and Beach Bummers
Five girls stood at the gate exit, grinning happily, and waving.
Amanda dashed to her friends, brown hair flying behind her, arms stretched wide, colliding with a blonde.
"Oh my God, guys! What are you doing here?" she squealed, her brown eyes sparkling excitedly.
Jamie, the blonde, hugged her back and said fondly, "We came to visit. Harry sent us the letter you wrote to us, and wrote a little something at the bottom as well, and enclosed some galleons for the tickets."
Amanda turned to look at Harry and smiled, her lower lip trembling, "Aw, Harry, you didn't have to do that!"
"Yes," Harry said, smirking, "I did, otherwise you'd be moping around the summer house, and we don't want that. We want to have fun!"
"Thanks, Harry," Amanda said, wiping her eyes, then turned to her friends and said, "Oua, Pryscilla, Maggie, Jamie, Jenni, meet Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley, Ron and Ginny's mum."
"'Mum'?" A very dark-haired, medium-skinned girl asked, giggling. Amanda gave her a look.
"Guys," she said, speaking to her British friends, "Let me introduce you to: Pryscilla, otherwise known as 'Bon Bon'--" (The girl with long black hair and darkish skin, smiled. She was wearing a t-shirt that said 'Duh.', and a pair of cheerleading-type shorts.) "--Oua, but we call her Diamond, (a girl with thick, reddish blonde hair in a pair of jean capris, and a green tank-top waved, smirking), Maggie, (a friendly looking girl with short, bouncy blonde hair and pink cheeks smiled serenely, patting down her knee-length, black and white-polka-dot 50's style skirt), Jamie (the blonde girl, wearing a pair of jeans shorts, and a baby-blue peasant blouse from before smiled, and said "Hi!" rather awkwardly) and last, but not least, Jenni." Jenni had very long light-brown hair and light-brown eyes, and was pretty tall. She was wearing a t-shirt that said 'Crusaders Volleyball'.
"Um," Ron said, trying to avert his eyes from the five pretty females in front of him, "Nice to meet you guys. Let's get our luggage, now."
"Sounds great, Ron," Hermione said, looking up at the signs. She pointed out the way to go.
"We'll come along," Jenni said, smiling, then turned to her friends, "Let's go!" The whole group of them began walking to the baggage claim.
Amanda walked up to a desk clerk and said, fumblingly, "Bonjour."
"Bonjour, mademoiselle," the clerk answered back, smiling in a friendly way, "Est-ce que vous m'aidez?" (Hello, ma'am, may I help you?)
"Er---oui," Amanda said slowly, "Nous avons...you know what? Do you speak English, miss?"
The lady behind the counter grinned, and said in a very thick French accent, "Yes, I do. May I help you?"
"Thank God," Amanda mumbled, then continued asking questions to the clerk.
With a crisp nod, and a "Merci, Madame, au revoir!" Amanda turned to her friends. "Okay, the baggage claim is this way." They followed her and finally got to the baggage claim.
"Goodness," Maggie said, her blonde hair bobbing, "Airports are very confusing."
"The worst is the one in Frankfurt, Germany," Amanda giggled, "My cousin Dina and I got lost like, five times there in just a matter of our six hour layover." Pryscilla, who was nearby, laughed.
"Oh, I missed you guys..." Amanda sighed, giving the two closest people to her, Jamie and Maggie, a huge hug.
They gathered all the luggage and started to walk outside.
"How will we get to Nice, mum?" Ron asked, ungluing his mouth from Hermione's.
"On 'Le Mètro'," Mrs. Weasley replied, her cheeks rosy, walking briskly, "Let's go, girls and boys."
They went down into the subway, and while Mrs. Weasley ordered their tickets, looked around.
"Oh, my God!" Maggie suddenly exclaimed jumping up and down, pointing at a man walking past, "Is that Johnny Depp?!"
"No, Maggie," Amanda said, sniggering, "I think that's just a hot homeless man."
"Oh," Maggie said, looking put out.
"It's okay," Amanda soothed, "We're in France, there'll be plenty of times to spot him just yet."
Maggie laughed, "I know...but it's hard when I haven't seen my 'husband' for over 15 years...he must be missing me sorely."
Amanda hugged her blonde, Johnny Depp-obsessed friend, and then headed towards Harry.
Amanda grinned, her brown eyes sparkling joyously, at her boyfriend, who was equally happy to see her happy.
"I knew you'd love it," Harry said, grinning.
"And I do!" Amanda said, flinging herself unto Harry for a huge hug, then gave him a kiss.
"Good."
"I just have one question, though..." Amanda said musingly.
"And what's that?" Harry said, feeling a bit guilty. She was going to ask, he knew she was going to ask...
"How'd you know I was so homesick? I've been hiding it from everyone, so the only way you would know was if you read my letters, or my journal." Amanda laughed, "And you wouldn't do that, would you, Harry?" An odd look came over Harry's face, pure guilt. Amanda let go of him, stepping back to get a good look.
"Oh, Harry, you didn't!" she exclaimed, her face crestfallen. Harry sighed.
"Sorry, Amanda, but I thought you wouldn't mind, and--"
"I don't want to talk to you right now, Harry," Amanda said sharply.
"Amanda--" Harry said angrily, "Wait."
"I *said* later." Amanda stalked away, and then hitched a grin unto her face as she saw her friends.
Harry stood there, fuming. 'I was just trying to be nice,' he thought, running a hand through his jet-black hair. "Women," he muttered, and headed towards Ron.
Finally, they got to their destination, and they tried to hail a taxi. The only one who was successful at it was Amanda, who basically put a hand out nearly touching the windshield, and then simply opening the door and bouncing in. Naturally, they couldn't all fit, so the cab driver (who told them his name was Jean-Paul; he was a very talkative driver) spoke to headquarters over the intercom and got two more. They told him where to go (Boulevarde d'Amandier, where their vacation home was) and he sped them over, chatting cheerfully about the weather all the way, not realizing that nearly none of them could speak French, excepting Amanda, Maggie, Hermione, and Oua, and even they didn't understand him very well at all.
When they got out of the taxi, when they reached their destination, they saw two quaint, little houses; they were attached by the living room, to allow easy mobility. One was light pink, the other a bright turquoise. Amanda and her friends immediately claimed the bright turqouise for their own, and the rest stayed in the other house, which was considerably smaller. They picked their rooms, with Ginny and Hermione sharing one room in the pink home, Ron and Harry the other, and Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley had the largest master bedroom. Unfortunately, there was only one bathroom. In the other house, it was much larger. Amanda and Jamie shared a bedroom, Oua and Pryscilla shared another, and Jenni and Maggie had the last. Every two bedrooms had an adjoining bathroom, so everything was fine for them at least, although it would take about four hours before anyone could go to the beach the rest of spring break.
After they were all settled, it was already too late to do anything but hang out around the house. And the day of reckoning for Harry arrived.
Harry was sitting in his room, rereading "Flying with the Cannons" for the fiftieth time, when Amanda came in, with a sickly sweet smile that was obviously plastered on.
"Harry," she said quietly, "We need to talk."
"I know," Harry said, frustrated, putting his book down on the end table with a thump. "Amanda, I was trying to do something nice for you and you go and get all angry at me. What's the matter with you?"
"HARRY, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST SAID THAT! YOU ARE SUCH AN IGNORANT GIT! THIS ISN'T ABOUT WHETHER YOU DID SOMETHING NICE OR NOT, IT'S A MATTER OF PRIVACY AND TRUST! WHAT MADE YOU THINK YOU COULD READ MY PRIVATE STUFF? HOW DARE YOU!"
Harry rolled his eyes, and yelled back, "YOU WERE UNHAPPY! I WANTED TO KNOW WHAT WAS WRONG! YOU'RE MY GIRLFRIEND, AND I CARE ABOUT YOU! YOU WERE LOOKING SICK AND DEPRESSED, AND THAT BOTHERED ME!"
"OH," Amanda yelled back, sarcastically, "YOU WERE ANNOYED THAT I MISSED MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS. WELL, SORR-Y. I SHOULD'VE JUST FORGOTTEN ABOUT THEM, RIGHT? AFTER BEING AWAY FROM AMERICA FOR 8 MONTHS, I SHOULD'VE JUST BEEN LIKE, HEY, I'LL JUST FORGET ANYTHING EVER EXISTED IN AMERICA! THAT EVERYTHING I DID WAS JUST AN OLD, TIRED MEMORY!" Tears went down Amanda's face, her eyes blotchy and red.
"Hey," Ron said worriedly, popping his head into the room, "Is everything all right up here? I heard yelling."
"Yes, Ron, everything's just fine," Amanda said sarcastically, her hands on her hips. Ron quailed.
"She knows," Harry said, before Ron had time to fill in the blanks.
"Oh," Ron said, his mouth a large 'O'. "Well, let me know how it goes!" Ron said mock-cheerfully, preparing to go, but Amanda grabbed his arm.
"You knew?" Amanda said in a dangerously low voice, glaring at Ron, "You knew, and you didn't tell me?"
"Well, yes, he told me about the letter, but--" Ron said, slowly removing his arm from her pincer-like grip.
Amanda took a deep breath, and stomped out, slamming the door.
Harry stood there, trying to calm himself down.
"Well," Ron said, with a grimace on his face, "That went well."
Harry looked at him, shook his head, and walked out.
To be continued...
Author's Note: That was a really crappy chapter. See, Pryscilla! That's what you get when you rush me! I need INSPIRATION. Lol. Sorry...I'm kinda PMS-y today, so I'm thinking that has to do with overly dramatic, yell-y, angsty Amanda. I pity poor Harry. He felt my wrath. ANYWHO...on with the reviewers...OH! AND READ MY NEW STORY, "The Beauty and the Beast". It's a Draco/Ginny, of course.
xxDiamondxx: Hey Oua. Hope everything is fine in Greece. LOVE YA!
Scarlet Priestess: I know, I miss Drakey-poo too. *Pout* Stupid Ron. Thanks for your suggestion. I hope you can see Amanda's flaw here...she's hot-tempered. Um, yeah.
bon bon 04: You were right! Glad you like it so far...And thanks for reviewing twice, lol!
Bride of Malfoy: Thanks for your loyalty to this fic ;D
Luv 'n' apologies,
Amanda/Firefly