Sometimes I feel like my only friend
Is the city I live in
The city of angels
Lonely as I am
Together we cry
I drive on her streets cuz
She's my companion
I walk through her hills cuz
She knows who I am
She sees my good deeds
And she kisses the wounded
I'll never worry
Now that is a lie
I don't ever wanna feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take my all the way
I don't ever wanna feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take my all the way
Yeah yeah
It's hard to believe that
There's nobody out there
It's hard to believe that
I'm all alone
At least I have her love
The city she loves me
Lonely as I am
Together we cry
I don't ever wanna feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all the way
I don't ever wanna feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all the way
Yeah yeah
Harry's P.O.V. (point of view)
"Get up you lazy boy," Aunt Petunia screeched through my bedroom door. "I have chores for you today, and we're having guests over tonight!"
I groaned as I rolled over. After that horrid nightmare I couldn't get back to sleep, I had only started to doze and about 6 o'clock. I groaned even louder when I saw what time it was. 7. Only one hour of sleep, this was getting bad.
"Are you up yet?!"
"I'm coming I'm coming," I growled. I got up and got on some work clothes, which is about all that I own except for my wizards robes. I walked down to breakfast.
" You know, you don't seem too worried about my dear old friends coming over to make sure I'm happy." I stated as I sat down to a pathetic breakfast of cucumbers and a quarter of an orange.
" Don't talk about that boy." Uncle Vernon whispered dangerously. I opened my mouth to say something else smart, but he had already started a new sentence. Good ol' Uncle Vernon, always polite like that. "Now do we all remember whom we're having over for dinner tonight?" he asked the family pleasantly.
"Our new neighbors," Aunt Petunia stated in a horsy singsong voice.
" Exactly, and I don't want to make a bad impression." At this they all looked at me, I sighed and nodded to show that I understood.
"Is it true that they have a Daughter about my age?" Dudley asked hopefully.
"Yes it is and my big Dudy-kins is going to look so smart in his new suit that she wont help but fall in love." Aunt Petunia fussed over Dudley in a baby voice.
YEAH RIGHT, A GIRL WOULD HAVE TO BE UGLY, STUPID OR BLIND TO GO OUT WITH THE DUDERS, I thought as I shoveled my measly meal into my mouth.
" It looks like today is going to be rainy, with a slight chance of sunshine, same with the rest of the weak, now back to news Kent." The weatherman stated. I sighed inwardly. LOOKS LIKE THE WEATHER IS IMITATIONG MY MOOD.
"Okay everyone, I'm leaving." I stated and got up from the table.
"You're not going anywhere," snapped Aunt Petunia. "I told you I have chores for you to get done!"
I grumbled the rest of that God forsaken day. Aunt Petunia get me busy, damn slave driver she is. But better busy that letting my mind wander...
N.P.O.V. (normal point of view)
Harry leaned against the garden hose he was using. Aunt Petunia had told him to make sure all the hedges were a-lined perfectly and her precious flowers were in tip-top shape for showing the new neighbors. This was one of his last chores of the day, if only he could get it done and go up to his room, maybe write Ron or Hermione if Hedwig was back. He looked up at the sky and his mind started to think about things that he would rather not think about. Harry's eyes glazed over as he remembered that horrible night in the department of mysteries...
He knew Sirius was in trouble. He had seen him, hadn't he? But Sirius wasn't anywhere in the aisle, maybe the next. But no, Sirius had never been in danger. And Harry had led his closest friends into a trap. The order had had to come to save him, Dumbledore had had to save him, again. If it hadn't been for him and his need to play the hero Sirius would still be alive. If he couldn't even protect his godfather, how was he ever going to protect his other friends...
Harry was brought back to earth rudely by Aunt Petunia, who had decided the moment was perfect to rap him sharply on the head.
"Dinner is almost ready, and the neighbors will be here soon. You will eat your dinner, go up to your room, and STAY there. You will not pull anything like you did last time we had someone respectable over or you will not have dinner for a week."
"Fine, fine, wouldn't think of it," Harry muttered, rubbing the sore spot on the back of his head. Aunt Petunia threw a plate of bread and cheese in front of him before he had even sat down all the way. No sooner had he sunk his teeth into his first bite that the doorbell rang and Mr. Dursley waddled down the stairs with Dudley right on his tail. Aunt Petunia hissed one last warning at Harry to hurry up and left the kitchen. With no real time to finish his dinner Harry grabbed the rest of it and sprinted up the stairs. He paused at the top and looked into the front hallway. Vernon was greeting the neighbors at the door. Harry heard a distinctly foreign voice ring through the hall and up the stairs. Then a younger voice, followed by a booming deep voice that could rival Uncle Vernon's. Harry kept his eyes on the front hall. First the Durlseys passed through and into the kitchen. They were closely followed by a very tall man, a very tan (and beautiful if he did say so himself) woman and then a...
A girl, a young girl with long red-ish-brown-ish hair that was white at the bottom (A.N. NO NOT BRIGHT OR EVEN DARK RED, RED-ISH BROWN OKAY! I DON'T WANT MY O.C. TO BE A LILY POTTER WANNA-BE, TO ME THAT'S JUST A LITTLE CLICHED.) And it was braided down her back. She was wearing a knee length schoolgirl uniform. He was transfixed, so much that he almost missed it when she turned her head to look up the stairs. But he was already in his room.
Battol's P.O.V.
I looked around as I walked into number four private drive. It was very...clean. Very nice. As we walked through the main hall,- which was exactly like the one over in my new house, you know except the fact that there was absolutely no dirt present, anywhere,- I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, I turned to look up and saw a sneakered foot disappear behind a door at the top of the staircase.
" Come, come, this way. My wife made a delicious dinner for us tonight, a nice big steak." The fat one said. Okay, one of the fat ones, I think I'll name him Mr. Mustache. I mean the thing had a life of it's own. I saw Janine open her mouth, but she shut it quickly when she saw the look on Father's face. Janine's a vegetarian, but she can pretend to like it. Father's all about appearance.
Dinner went by boringly Mr. Mustache and Mrs. Horse (A.N. guess who) were trying valiantly (A.N. that is the right word, right?) to strike up a conversation with Janine. She would never talk to them again, probably never come over for dinner again. She's an all-natural person. No meat. FREAK. But Father all but made up for her lack of enthusiasm by talking non-stop about his business, while Mr. Mustache talked non-stop about his business. The son, blubber-boy, literally, was starting to creep me out. He was just STARING at me. I wanted to shove his fat little head down the nearest whole in the ground.
Other then that, the dinner from hell finished pretty quickly. Mainly because most of the time I wasn't even paying attention to the conversation around me. My mind kept wandering to the person the sneakered foot belonged too. Why wasn't he and or she down here eating with the rest of us. The questions were gnawing at my brain, and starting to give me a headache.
When Blubber-boy tried engaging me in conversation I turned and gave Father a pleading look. He wasn't even paying attention to me. But surprisingly I was saved by none other than Janine, who came up with a lie about her and I having some type of appointment in the morning. I have to give her props, it sounded like she knew what she was talking about, considering she had never laid foot in any type of doctors office, it's not natural, or so she tells me. Because of her lie we got to leave early, so hey, whatever works.
But, of course, right before we made the perfect get-a-way, Mrs. Horse said something that made my blood boil. "Oh how cute, I wish I had a daughter, I've always wondered what it would be like to do everything together, like those cute little mother-daughter outings." She then sighed wistfully, patting Janine on the arm and me on the head. I wanted to break her freaking wrist. Either that or put a bogey blister curse on her, both sounded appealing to me. I felt the anger rise in me, like a giant black serpent, lashing through my body, begging to be let out. I tried to quell it, I didn't want to blow anything up. I mean I had just moved to this country, I didn't want it's ministry of magic on my tail just yet. Mrs. Horse turned to look down at me, "so what are you and your dear mother doing tomorrow after your dentist appointment?"
"She is NOT my mother," I hissed through clenched teeth.
" What did you say dear, come now speak up!" She had a remarkably horsy, very annoying, laugh.
Father spotted the danger before it could get out of hand and ushered me out of the house. Janine at my heels. Then he said a business like goodbye to Mr. Mustache and we headed home, none of us saying anything about what had just happened and what could've happened.
N.P.O.V.
Once the trio got home Mr. Anderson went straight toward his study. Mrs. Anderson walked towards the fridge and pulled out a few bags of differently assorted drugs. Sensing danger, Battol headed for the door. But Janine's voice stopped her.
"So, you think you're pretty damn cool, huh," she chuckled in her deep voice than made most men hard, "I'm your goddamn mother now!" she was screeching now. Battol took out her wand and put a quick silencing charm on the house, making sure that no neighbors would here her step-mother's rantings.
Janine's voice was getting louder and more shrill. She paused once in a while to either gulp, sniff, or inject some unknown poison into her body. Pretty soon she was throwing objects at Battol, who made it a point to dodge everything, and she was doing a spectacular job at that. She knew that if she was hit she would lose her temper totally, and she really didn't want to do that.
She also knew that her step-mother was about to either pass out, or down something that would have a calming effect. And sure enough a few minutes later, and plenty of broken glass, Janine was staring up at the ceiling, giggling to herself. Battol sighed and got out the broom, not the one that flew, she had a Nimbus 2000 up in her room, and cleaned up her step-mother's mess. (A.N. no this is not a poor Cinderella fic either!)
When she was done she ran upstairs and changed into a short black skirt, schoolgirl style still, just really short. Something meowed behind her as she was taking off her shirt. "Sorry about not being here, I know how you hate being alone," Battol said as she turned around. A small cat that looked like a mini tiger was standing on one of her bookshelves. He meowed again and waited for her to finish getting dressed. Once she had her shirt on the cat, Cheshire, jumped onto her shoulder. She was now wearing her skirt, a long black leather coat that went down to her knees, not long enough for a trench coat, and her black combat boots that went a little more than halfway up her shins.
She was going for a walk.
Outside she felt alive. She hated being cooped up behind wall. She started to jog. She didn't know where she was going but she wanted to get away from the house. PLUS she added as an afterthought I HAVEN'T GOTTEN TO EXPLORE THE TOWN YET. She slowed to a walk and started to hum to herself. Soon it began to rain, lightly. Cheshire moved under her coat and curled up in the hollow of his mistress's neck.
The hum soon turned into a song, "I don't know what words I can say," she crossed a street, "the wind has a way to talk to me," she entered a park, "flowers sing a silent lullaby," she turned a corner, "I pray for reply, I'm rea..." the song died. Ahead she saw a boy standing at an intersection, a boy with sleeked back white-blonde hair who was wearing tight muggle jeans (A.N. YAY!) and a wife beater. He wore what looked like ace bandages up to his elbow in what he must have thought was a tough guy look. Battol had a very strong feeling of Deja vu. A shiver ran up her spine.
(A.N. just in case you were wondering why Draco is in Little Whinging (sp?) it's because he's a major insomniac and he get's bored so he goes around England torturing muggles, not anything permanate, just tricking them with little slight of hand and small illusions, or just beating them up. Not to mention screwing some young muggle girls, no not raping! Tonight he just happens to be in Little Whinging, he doesn't know Harry lives here.)
Draco Malfoy stomped down the street. He was in a very bad mood, and the first muggle to make it worse would pay dearly. Every few feet he kicked a beer can that some idiot muggle must have left behind. In his hand he twirled his wand nonchalantly. The next kick was harder as he thought about his stupid father and his bad luck. His father had escaped from Azkaban along with all the other death eaters who had been caught that night in the department of mysteries. All if the dementors were gone, choosing to join Voldemort. Ministry officials had been swarming around Draco's house and had been looking for any way to get Draco expelled. His mother wasn't being a big help either. Claiming that the ministry of magic had gone downhill since Fudge had been appointed, which wasn't far from the truth. But neither of his parents were being a great help with one on the run and the other in St. mungo's hospital. Just as long as they didn't take an interest in him then he was good. He'd been having to go out into the muggle world more and more often to stay away from the ministry's prying eyes. He was sick of weary long sleeved shirts and boxing tape all the way up his freaking arm. Plus his father had disappeared, not even stopping by to say hi to his mental wife and his neglected son. Not that Draco minded he hated his father. He kicked the can again and it flew into the air. Draco caught it with his free hand and crushed it. Scowling he turned a corner and heard talking ahead of him. No. singing. Quite a beautiful voice.
"... the wind has a way to talk to me, flowers sing a silent lullaby I pray for reply I'm rea.." Draco turned his head to the sound and there she was, a dark angel (A.N. I know, really clichéd, but oh well, I like it.) he did a double take and snorted into his hand. No it wasn't an angel, it was a bloody muggle wearing all black. She had long hair a strange shade of brown, or was it red, with white at the bottom (like a fox!) it was braided and thrown over her left shoulder. On her right shoulder sat a cat of the most peculiar appearance, it looked like a mini tiger. She was wearing an extremely short black skirt with a leather jacket. She was looking right at him.
He quickly replaced his look of surprise with a cold sneer. "What're you looking at muggle?"
Battol bristled at this, a muggle, her? She had seen the wand the boy had been twirling in his right hand before seeing her, but that didn't give him the right to go around calling people muggles! HE'S A COCKY ONE she thought and smiled, taking out her own wand. Draco had watched her with satisfaction and amusement as Battol's facial expressions had gone from surprise to confusion to anger. But he hadn't been expecting her to smile and take out a wand, let alone start twirling it the same way he had been just a few moments before.
"So you think you're hot stuff do you," she commented in a some what accented voice.
Draco didn't answer her, he didn't even acknowledge she had spoken, he just sneered at her and said, "so you're not a muggle, so what, you must be a mudblood if you live in this shit hole of a town."
Anger flared in Battol and she pointed her wand at his heart, he smirked, "you can't use magic out of school love, you're underage."
"I just move here from Egypt genius, your ministry's laws don't apply to me yet," now she was smirking too, "Anyways you can't use magic either, can you?" Draco was struck silent, he regained his composure quickly though, "I don't have time to argue with little girls, sorry small fox," he turned and walked away.
" Fine! I don't have time to argue with big headed boys!" she yelled after him. She turned on her heels and stalked off. WHO CARES WHAT HE THINKS, she mused HOW DARE HE CALL ME A LITTLE GIRL?! HE PROBABLY WOULDN'T EVEN BE ABLE TO JINX ME IF HE WAS ALLOWED, LITTLE NO TALENT PRICK!
Thunder clapped above her and the rain started to pour. Battol sighed and walked home.