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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter..... or at least I think I don't. mm...... *checks little black book* Nope! *disappointed look on face* I don't own Harry Potter.
Chapter 5
However, all thoughts of cursing left his mind as Harry saw who was standing in front of him. .
Rose Margaret Potter. .
Harry's mouth suddenly went dry. What was he supposed to say? Was his sister going to react to him in the same way that his brother did? What was he going to do? Should he sneer and act cold? Should he look away and pretend that he never saw her? His predicament was answered for him as his sister made the first move.
"Hello," Rose said warmly, holding out a petit hand. "My name is Rose Potter, but judging by the look on your face I'd say you knew that already. If you didn't know, I'm your sister and I have been looking forward to meeting you as soon as I heard that you were here."
Harry stared speechlessly at his younger sister. He wasShe strangely reminded him of Hermione by her introduction. He could see the self- assurance, the same book smartness that the Hermione of his world processed. In fact, Rose was exactly how Harry pictured his mother when she was young.
"Er," Harry said finally, snapping out of his stupor. "My name's Harry, but you knew that. It's a pleasure to meet you,." Wwith that, Harry held out his hand with a little confusion. His brother hated his guts and his sister was treating him like a long lost friend. What was he supposed to do? And how the hell was he supposed to act?
Taking Harry's silence as a symbol of welcome rather than confusion, Rose seated herself next to the stunned teenager and started a one-sided conversation likeas if they have been doing the same thing for years.
"When Padfoot told me that I had a brother who had died, I was shocked. I mean mum and dad had never mentioned anything about another brother and to hear that I had one was a shock. Eventually I coaxed details about him, .er, I mean you, out of everybody. I was really sadIt saddened me that I never got a chance to know you. Even though I had known you for the first three years of my life, I still didn't remember any of it. . Cameron is a prat most of the time and the way everybody described you, well, it was like me, only a boy. Do you know what I mean?"
Harry could only nod and make nonsensical sounds throughout the whole "conversation".." Shaking his head, Harry managed a weak grin at Rose's inquisitive look.
"So, how were Cameron and I in your world?" Rose" Rose asked after a moment of silence when it became clear to her that Harry wasn'twas not going to talk.
Harry blinked at the question.
"Don't you know?" was the first thing that he blurted out. It was Rose's turn to blink.
"Know? Know what?" Rose looked quite excited at the chance to learn something new. Harry hesitated slightly, wondering if he should tell her if she didn'tdid not know already. Well, it looked like he couldn'tcould not back out of it even if he wanted to. Rose was not going to let him just leave her in the dark like this. .
"My parents died when I was one," Harry said after clearing his throat a few times and wondering how he should tell his sister. "I lived with...guardians ever since then."
Harry did not want to tell his sister that he lived with their aunt. All it would bring would probably be pity and he had had enough of that to last a few lifetimes.
Rose was speechless. She had absolutely no idea that she did not exist in the other world. She blinked once and Harry could almost see the gears turning in her head. Suddenly,, he was overcome with a feeling of foreboding overcame him. Whatever Rose was going to ask next, he doubted that he would answer.
"Is that all that was different?" Rose" Rose asked excitedly, not seeming to mind that she hadn'thad not existed. "Was there any other major differences?"
'Any other major differences?' Harry thought dryly,. 'wWhere do you want me to start. . This whole friggin' world is different from mine.'
"No," he said calmly, hoping his sister wouldn'twould not see through his façade. "Well, of course there were a few differences since you weren't there and all, but they weren't that major."
Harry knew that if he told the truth then all he would get was pity and sympathy and he didn'tdid not think he could stand it. All he wanted was to be relatively normal.
Rose looked disappointed for a while before brightening up.
"Was there anything you wanted to know about this world?" she asked buttering her toast slowly. Harry didn'tdid not hesitate.
"What are Bla- I mean Sirius and Remus doing here? As well as your parents?" Harry" Harry asked, mentally kicking himself for calling his godfather by his last name in front of his sister. After all, he couldn'tcould not let her think that something was wrong and the only way to do that was to act like how he would if he was back in his world. That meant no calling anyone by their last names.
Rose gave him a measured look, but let the last name comment slip.
"Well, before the Dark Lord was....neutralised...neutralised for a while he attacked Hogwarts. Most of the professors were killeddied in the attack. Remus teaches DADA, mum teaches Charms and dad is the flying professorinstructor. Sirius works for the ministry, but he's on holiday at the moment."
Harry nodded and tried not to let the ironic smile slide on to his lips. Sirius working for the ministry? What were the chances of that? ?
The chatter was broken as the owls streamed into the hall. Harry glanced up and was saddened for a while. He did n't not have Hedwig anymore.
He watched as a brown owl dropped off the Daily Prophet in front of Rose. Rose smiled and fed, what was obviously her owl, some bacon before it flew off. The paper was left untouched in front of her.
"May I?" Harry asked softly, gesturing towards it. Rose nodded and returned to her conversation with her friend of the other side of her. Harry unrolled the paper and froze.
On the front page was a snap shot of him as a baby. Quickly he scanned the article and nearly crushed it under his grip. He was not surprised when he read that it was written by Rita Skeeter wrote it. .
Return of the Boy Who Saved
Written by Rita Skeeter
It has become clear that it in the last few days something strange was has been occurring in Hogwarts. What the actual occurrence wasWhat actually occurred reached this reporter's ears yesterday. It seems that the Boy Who Saved was somehow magically brought arrived here from another universe by a spell that Tom Riddle, current Hogwarts Head Boy, had cast.
Whilst nobody is sure which spell it was, noror what it did or will do to the saviour, many, of the wizarding community, are just happy to have Harry James Potter back. Ever since his death (see page 6-8 for a full account)account), Harry Potter has become an icon in the wizarding world.
Interviews were refused by Headmaster Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter's parents (Lily and James Potter), but from a private source from inside the school it is learnt that Harry Potter is currently undertaking his seventh year of education.
Today, everybody in the wizarding world will be rejoicing the return of our saviour.
Harry folded the paper up neatly to hide his shaking hands. Returning it back to his sister with a strained smile Harry pushed his chair back and hurried out of the hall.
~~*~~
Isabelle could barely contain her glee as she threw various articles of clothing into her bag. She was leaving!
Dancing to a tune in her head, the blond swayed to and fro in her huge bedroom. She was no't going to be trapped in this manor anymore. She was finally going to see the outside world.
Grabbing the key to her own vault her father had set up, Isabelle attached it to a chain hanging round her neck and nearly whooped with glee. Checking the clock on the wallwall, she could barely contain her smile.
Only five hours, sixteen minutes and four seconds till she was free.
~~*~~
Lunch had barely started when Harry found himself "assaulted" by his sister once more. He watched with wide eyes and a hanging jaw as Rose withdrew a piece of parchment the length to rival that of the Great Wall of China. Rose cleared her throat and sent a beaming smile towards Harry.
"There were a few questions I wanted to ask you," she explained, gesturing towards the parchment. Harry's eyes went wider, if that was possible and he found himself unable to talk.
A *few* questions?!
Several splutters and a glass of water from the concerned Rose later, Harry managed a weak nod.
"Of course," Harry said as calmly as he could, eyeing the parchment with foreboding.
"How did our parents die?" Rose asked in a perfectly normal voice, as if talking about their parents' death was an everyday occurrence for her.
Harry "umm-ed" and "ahh-ed" for a couple of seconds before a brilliant idea came to him.
"They died in a car crash," he blurted out, thanking his aunt for this lame, but plausible excuse.
"Car crash?" Rose" Rose asked,asked, a confused expression on her face.
"Yeah," Harry said, pleased with himself and taking a sip out of his goblet. . "You know a car? Broom broom? The muggle thing that takes people around?"
Rose made an irritated noise in her throat and glared at Harry. .
"Of course I know what a car is," she snapped, obviously offended that someone even *dared* to think that she did n'ot know something.
Harry hid a grin as he hanged his head in what he hoped was a contrite manner.
"But how can they die in a car crash?! They're wizards! What were they doing in a car anyway? Why didn't magic help them? You know as well as I do that magic can heal most things, so why didn't they get magical help?" Rose" Rose shot one question after another without pausing for breath.
Harry paused and watched as his sister's face grew gradually redder. He wondered if he should stop her before she seriously hurt herself. HoweverHowever, Rose seemed to be out of questions, or more probably out of breath and waited as Harry answered.
"Well," Harry started slowly, his brain frantically scrambling for ideas. "We were on our way to visit Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon and my parents wanted to drive there as not to cause any suspicions that they were magical. On the way therethere, a drunk driver ploughed into us. Our parents were killed on impact."
OhOh, God please let her believe this, Harry begged to any god that was listening. Please, please, please. He was so busy praying that he didn'tdid not notice Rose send him an incredulous look.
"Oh," Rose said after a moments pause. "That makes sense I suppose." Yeah, sense my arse. Mum always puts protection charms on us before we go anywhere. He'sHe is lying. I can tell he'she is lying and I'mI am going to find out why.
A glint appeared in Rose's eyes. It was the same glint that made her friends shuffle slightly away from her. They knew that whenever Rose got that glint in her eye it meant trouble.
Poor Harry on the other hand knew nothing of this and missed the glint entirely. He flashed a bright smile at Rose and Rose smiled indulgently back.
Clearing her throat, Rose gave the parchment a once over and decided to ask the rest of the questions later. She also decided to ignore the obviously relieved look on Harry's face as he realised this.
~~*~~
Isabelle did another little jgig in the room she had hired at in Hogsmeade. . 'I am Free! ! Frrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!' lLaughing happily Isabelle threw on her cloak and stepped out on to the streets ready to shop around.
ChoppingChomping delightedly on chocolate frogs, Isabelle looked up and caught a glance of the magnificent castle that was Hogwarts. She felt a pang inside her, but knew it would be foolish if she actually went to the school and enrolled or something. She wasn'twas not *that* stupid. Sighing and suddenly not hungry for the rest of the sweets in her arms, Isabelle trudged back to The Grinning Griffin Hostel - a "home away from home for backpackers travellers from around the world.".
~~*~~
Harry groaned and turned over in bed. BrieflyBriefly, he wondered what had woken him up on such a lovely Saturday as this.
Another unidentifiable flying object hit his head and Harry remembered. He had been awakened from a blissfully dream-free sleep by one of those flying thingies. He growled softly. When he found out who threw those things at him he was going to strangle them with their own intestines.
"Oi! HARRY!" an obviously Irish voice shouted in his ear. Harry yelped in pain and sat up, knocking his forehead against Seamus's. He watched with bitter satisfaction as the red haired boy howled and grabbed his head with both hands.
'I hope that hurt! Harry' Harry thought rather savagely as he clutched at his head with his hands. Not only was his forehead throbbing, his ears were also ringing from the shout Seamus had graciously graced woke him up with att - what? Seven-thirty in the morning? Harry growled again. Seamus was so going to get it from him. Which teenage boy in their right minds would wake someone up at seven-thirty in the morning on a Saturday?
Seamus glared balefully at the black haired boy who was currently glaring back and muttering curses under his breath. He leaned closer to hear what the other was cursing and withdrew a second later, his face red.
"Cor," Seamus breathed in awe. . "Where'd you learn all those curses? They'll make an auror Auror go red, them"
Harry muttered one last curse and gave his forehead one last rub, but neglected to tell Seamus that he had learnt them from aurors Aurors themselves and instead shrugged. .
"Why'd you wake me up so early?" Harry asked, gazing at his bed with longing. .
"Cause it's a Hogsmeades weekend you git," Seamus said good-naturedly. Harry's mouth dropped open in a perfect "o" shape.
Climbing out of bed and stretching, Harry yawned and grabbed some random robe. Pulling it over his head, Harry forwent the shower since he was now late. Rummaging in his trunk, he triumphantly withdrew his money sack in which all his savings at Gringotts was situated. Of course, the money had to be shrunken for it to all fit into the leather pouch. Back in his world, nobody had the luxury of Gringotts once it was destroyed by Death Eaters. Everybody went around carrying their money in their pockets since money became scarce after the attack. Harry thanked all higher beings because, at least, now he had money to spend and mentally stuck his tongue out at Draco, who had only laughed at his actions after the war was over and Gringotts was reconstructed.
~~*~~
Ambling through Hogsmeade with the Gryffindor bunch, Harry looked around curiously, trying to pick out what was different and was the same.
"Come on Harry," Neville said, tugging at his arm. "Let's go to The the Griffin and get a butterbeerButterbeer."
"What about Thethe Three Broomsticks?" Harry" Harry asked having not yet seen the infamous pub. . Neville sent him a confused look. .
"The Three Broomsticks? What's that?"
Harry shook his head and waved his hand in a "doesn't matter" manner. Neville shrugged and they continued on their way towards a large brown building. Harry craned his neck upwards and saw many, many floors.
"Why's it so large if it's only a pubWhy would a pub need to be so large?" Harry asked. . Lavender attached herself to him arm and batted her eyelashes. .
"It's not only a pub Harry," she started in a sickeningly sweet voice. "It's an inn hostel for backpackers people from other wizarding communities of the world."
Harry smiled uneasily and detached himself from Lavender as they entered the building. . Looking around, Harry was reminded of a muggle motel hotel with a lobby area to the right of him and a reception desk in front of him. . Suddenly he was yanked to a door on his left. Once the door opened, Harry grinned. The room was large and contained a bar area and maybe tables that littered the area. He wasIt fondly reminded him of The Three Broomsticks.
Offering to get the drinks, Harry edged towards the bar and desperately tried to not have any drinks spilled on him. Reaching the bar and letting out a sigh of relief Harry ordered a sizable amount of Bbutterbeer and pointed to his table. The barkeeper nodded and Harry dreaded the trek back to the table. He feared he would not get out of this mob without losing a limb. A movement out of the corner of his eye caught Harry's attention. He turned his head and felt the room spin when he looked into a pair of familiar silver eyes.
Draco?
~~*~~
Isabelle sipped her drink and watched as people entered and left the thriving pub. However, one person caught her eye immediately. He was devastatingly handsome with his black hair and greens eyes. She had no doubtdoubt who he was. Harry Potter. Her father's number one enemy. She smirked, a plan forming in her head. She supposed her father would be less inclined to kill her for running away if she brought Harry James Potter back with her, when she got enough of the outside world and wanted to go back that was.
Pity, she thought. He would'vewould have been boyfriend material if he was n'ot who he was. She could tell that Harry would fit straight into the socialite, aristocratic crowd she was brought up in. He carried himself with a confidence and grace that only few people processed.
She watched as he moved from his table and up to the bar to order the drinks for his table. Isabelle smiled as she saw dread flash across his face as he faced the crowd. Suddenly she didn'tdid not know what to do when the pair of brilliant green eyes turned and focused directly on her. She wasn'twas not prepared to face him so soon. Silently she stared and caught something akin to confusion and then elation passed through his eyes.
This barely registered in her mind before she realised that he was walking towards her.
~~*~~
Draco stared open-mouthed at the place that Harry used to be. Walking forward slowly, he touched the table slowly, wondering if that weird golden light thing was going to happen again. His hands rested softly on the wood. Nothing happened.
"Harry?" he called out and turned to see the sea of astonished faces watching him. What was happening? Where did Harry go? Was this a joke? Draco could hear the whispering of the hall. A second later Hermione ran up to where he was.
"What happened?" she asked frantically. . Draco shrugged, at a loss of what to say for once.
"He just disappeared with that gold light. You saw!" Draco said, casting his eyes around to hall expecting to see Harry bent over laughing in some shadow.
"Come on out Harry!" Ron shouted, thinking the same thing as Draco. "It's not funny anymore. Ha ha, alright, the joke's on us. Come out now!"
No laughter met their ears. No Harry did not bursting from any hiding place. In fact, , nothing happened at all.
"He's gone," Draco said finally. .
"Come on," Hermione said finally and firmly, hoping that Draco didn'tdid not see her shaking hands. "Let's go to the headmaster."
Draco nodded and the two grabbbed Ron on the way before all trudged up to Dumbledore's office. .
'Where are you Harry?' Tthought everyone present.
~~*~~
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter..... or at least I think I don't. mm...... *checks little black book* Nope! *disappointed look on face* I don't own Harry Potter.
Chapter 5
However, all thoughts of cursing left his mind as Harry saw who was standing in front of him. .
Rose Margaret Potter. .
Harry's mouth suddenly went dry. What was he supposed to say? Was his sister going to react to him in the same way that his brother did? What was he going to do? Should he sneer and act cold? Should he look away and pretend that he never saw her? His predicament was answered for him as his sister made the first move.
"Hello," Rose said warmly, holding out a petit hand. "My name is Rose Potter, but judging by the look on your face I'd say you knew that already. If you didn't know, I'm your sister and I have been looking forward to meeting you as soon as I heard that you were here."
Harry stared speechlessly at his younger sister. He wasShe strangely reminded him of Hermione by her introduction. He could see the self- assurance, the same book smartness that the Hermione of his world processed. In fact, Rose was exactly how Harry pictured his mother when she was young.
"Er," Harry said finally, snapping out of his stupor. "My name's Harry, but you knew that. It's a pleasure to meet you,." Wwith that, Harry held out his hand with a little confusion. His brother hated his guts and his sister was treating him like a long lost friend. What was he supposed to do? And how the hell was he supposed to act?
Taking Harry's silence as a symbol of welcome rather than confusion, Rose seated herself next to the stunned teenager and started a one-sided conversation likeas if they have been doing the same thing for years.
"When Padfoot told me that I had a brother who had died, I was shocked. I mean mum and dad had never mentioned anything about another brother and to hear that I had one was a shock. Eventually I coaxed details about him, .er, I mean you, out of everybody. I was really sadIt saddened me that I never got a chance to know you. Even though I had known you for the first three years of my life, I still didn't remember any of it. . Cameron is a prat most of the time and the way everybody described you, well, it was like me, only a boy. Do you know what I mean?"
Harry could only nod and make nonsensical sounds throughout the whole "conversation".." Shaking his head, Harry managed a weak grin at Rose's inquisitive look.
"So, how were Cameron and I in your world?" Rose" Rose asked after a moment of silence when it became clear to her that Harry wasn'twas not going to talk.
Harry blinked at the question.
"Don't you know?" was the first thing that he blurted out. It was Rose's turn to blink.
"Know? Know what?" Rose looked quite excited at the chance to learn something new. Harry hesitated slightly, wondering if he should tell her if she didn'tdid not know already. Well, it looked like he couldn'tcould not back out of it even if he wanted to. Rose was not going to let him just leave her in the dark like this. .
"My parents died when I was one," Harry said after clearing his throat a few times and wondering how he should tell his sister. "I lived with...guardians ever since then."
Harry did not want to tell his sister that he lived with their aunt. All it would bring would probably be pity and he had had enough of that to last a few lifetimes.
Rose was speechless. She had absolutely no idea that she did not exist in the other world. She blinked once and Harry could almost see the gears turning in her head. Suddenly,, he was overcome with a feeling of foreboding overcame him. Whatever Rose was going to ask next, he doubted that he would answer.
"Is that all that was different?" Rose" Rose asked excitedly, not seeming to mind that she hadn'thad not existed. "Was there any other major differences?"
'Any other major differences?' Harry thought dryly,. 'wWhere do you want me to start. . This whole friggin' world is different from mine.'
"No," he said calmly, hoping his sister wouldn'twould not see through his façade. "Well, of course there were a few differences since you weren't there and all, but they weren't that major."
Harry knew that if he told the truth then all he would get was pity and sympathy and he didn'tdid not think he could stand it. All he wanted was to be relatively normal.
Rose looked disappointed for a while before brightening up.
"Was there anything you wanted to know about this world?" she asked buttering her toast slowly. Harry didn'tdid not hesitate.
"What are Bla- I mean Sirius and Remus doing here? As well as your parents?" Harry" Harry asked, mentally kicking himself for calling his godfather by his last name in front of his sister. After all, he couldn'tcould not let her think that something was wrong and the only way to do that was to act like how he would if he was back in his world. That meant no calling anyone by their last names.
Rose gave him a measured look, but let the last name comment slip.
"Well, before the Dark Lord was....neutralised...neutralised for a while he attacked Hogwarts. Most of the professors were killeddied in the attack. Remus teaches DADA, mum teaches Charms and dad is the flying professorinstructor. Sirius works for the ministry, but he's on holiday at the moment."
Harry nodded and tried not to let the ironic smile slide on to his lips. Sirius working for the ministry? What were the chances of that? ?
The chatter was broken as the owls streamed into the hall. Harry glanced up and was saddened for a while. He did n't not have Hedwig anymore.
He watched as a brown owl dropped off the Daily Prophet in front of Rose. Rose smiled and fed, what was obviously her owl, some bacon before it flew off. The paper was left untouched in front of her.
"May I?" Harry asked softly, gesturing towards it. Rose nodded and returned to her conversation with her friend of the other side of her. Harry unrolled the paper and froze.
On the front page was a snap shot of him as a baby. Quickly he scanned the article and nearly crushed it under his grip. He was not surprised when he read that it was written by Rita Skeeter wrote it. .
Return of the Boy Who Saved
Written by Rita Skeeter
It has become clear that it in the last few days something strange was has been occurring in Hogwarts. What the actual occurrence wasWhat actually occurred reached this reporter's ears yesterday. It seems that the Boy Who Saved was somehow magically brought arrived here from another universe by a spell that Tom Riddle, current Hogwarts Head Boy, had cast.
Whilst nobody is sure which spell it was, noror what it did or will do to the saviour, many, of the wizarding community, are just happy to have Harry James Potter back. Ever since his death (see page 6-8 for a full account)account), Harry Potter has become an icon in the wizarding world.
Interviews were refused by Headmaster Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter's parents (Lily and James Potter), but from a private source from inside the school it is learnt that Harry Potter is currently undertaking his seventh year of education.
Today, everybody in the wizarding world will be rejoicing the return of our saviour.
Harry folded the paper up neatly to hide his shaking hands. Returning it back to his sister with a strained smile Harry pushed his chair back and hurried out of the hall.
~~*~~
Isabelle could barely contain her glee as she threw various articles of clothing into her bag. She was leaving!
Dancing to a tune in her head, the blond swayed to and fro in her huge bedroom. She was no't going to be trapped in this manor anymore. She was finally going to see the outside world.
Grabbing the key to her own vault her father had set up, Isabelle attached it to a chain hanging round her neck and nearly whooped with glee. Checking the clock on the wallwall, she could barely contain her smile.
Only five hours, sixteen minutes and four seconds till she was free.
~~*~~
Lunch had barely started when Harry found himself "assaulted" by his sister once more. He watched with wide eyes and a hanging jaw as Rose withdrew a piece of parchment the length to rival that of the Great Wall of China. Rose cleared her throat and sent a beaming smile towards Harry.
"There were a few questions I wanted to ask you," she explained, gesturing towards the parchment. Harry's eyes went wider, if that was possible and he found himself unable to talk.
A *few* questions?!
Several splutters and a glass of water from the concerned Rose later, Harry managed a weak nod.
"Of course," Harry said as calmly as he could, eyeing the parchment with foreboding.
"How did our parents die?" Rose asked in a perfectly normal voice, as if talking about their parents' death was an everyday occurrence for her.
Harry "umm-ed" and "ahh-ed" for a couple of seconds before a brilliant idea came to him.
"They died in a car crash," he blurted out, thanking his aunt for this lame, but plausible excuse.
"Car crash?" Rose" Rose asked,asked, a confused expression on her face.
"Yeah," Harry said, pleased with himself and taking a sip out of his goblet. . "You know a car? Broom broom? The muggle thing that takes people around?"
Rose made an irritated noise in her throat and glared at Harry. .
"Of course I know what a car is," she snapped, obviously offended that someone even *dared* to think that she did n'ot know something.
Harry hid a grin as he hanged his head in what he hoped was a contrite manner.
"But how can they die in a car crash?! They're wizards! What were they doing in a car anyway? Why didn't magic help them? You know as well as I do that magic can heal most things, so why didn't they get magical help?" Rose" Rose shot one question after another without pausing for breath.
Harry paused and watched as his sister's face grew gradually redder. He wondered if he should stop her before she seriously hurt herself. HoweverHowever, Rose seemed to be out of questions, or more probably out of breath and waited as Harry answered.
"Well," Harry started slowly, his brain frantically scrambling for ideas. "We were on our way to visit Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon and my parents wanted to drive there as not to cause any suspicions that they were magical. On the way therethere, a drunk driver ploughed into us. Our parents were killed on impact."
OhOh, God please let her believe this, Harry begged to any god that was listening. Please, please, please. He was so busy praying that he didn'tdid not notice Rose send him an incredulous look.
"Oh," Rose said after a moments pause. "That makes sense I suppose." Yeah, sense my arse. Mum always puts protection charms on us before we go anywhere. He'sHe is lying. I can tell he'she is lying and I'mI am going to find out why.
A glint appeared in Rose's eyes. It was the same glint that made her friends shuffle slightly away from her. They knew that whenever Rose got that glint in her eye it meant trouble.
Poor Harry on the other hand knew nothing of this and missed the glint entirely. He flashed a bright smile at Rose and Rose smiled indulgently back.
Clearing her throat, Rose gave the parchment a once over and decided to ask the rest of the questions later. She also decided to ignore the obviously relieved look on Harry's face as he realised this.
~~*~~
Isabelle did another little jgig in the room she had hired at in Hogsmeade. . 'I am Free! ! Frrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!' lLaughing happily Isabelle threw on her cloak and stepped out on to the streets ready to shop around.
ChoppingChomping delightedly on chocolate frogs, Isabelle looked up and caught a glance of the magnificent castle that was Hogwarts. She felt a pang inside her, but knew it would be foolish if she actually went to the school and enrolled or something. She wasn'twas not *that* stupid. Sighing and suddenly not hungry for the rest of the sweets in her arms, Isabelle trudged back to The Grinning Griffin Hostel - a "home away from home for backpackers travellers from around the world.".
~~*~~
Harry groaned and turned over in bed. BrieflyBriefly, he wondered what had woken him up on such a lovely Saturday as this.
Another unidentifiable flying object hit his head and Harry remembered. He had been awakened from a blissfully dream-free sleep by one of those flying thingies. He growled softly. When he found out who threw those things at him he was going to strangle them with their own intestines.
"Oi! HARRY!" an obviously Irish voice shouted in his ear. Harry yelped in pain and sat up, knocking his forehead against Seamus's. He watched with bitter satisfaction as the red haired boy howled and grabbed his head with both hands.
'I hope that hurt! Harry' Harry thought rather savagely as he clutched at his head with his hands. Not only was his forehead throbbing, his ears were also ringing from the shout Seamus had graciously graced woke him up with att - what? Seven-thirty in the morning? Harry growled again. Seamus was so going to get it from him. Which teenage boy in their right minds would wake someone up at seven-thirty in the morning on a Saturday?
Seamus glared balefully at the black haired boy who was currently glaring back and muttering curses under his breath. He leaned closer to hear what the other was cursing and withdrew a second later, his face red.
"Cor," Seamus breathed in awe. . "Where'd you learn all those curses? They'll make an auror Auror go red, them"
Harry muttered one last curse and gave his forehead one last rub, but neglected to tell Seamus that he had learnt them from aurors Aurors themselves and instead shrugged. .
"Why'd you wake me up so early?" Harry asked, gazing at his bed with longing. .
"Cause it's a Hogsmeades weekend you git," Seamus said good-naturedly. Harry's mouth dropped open in a perfect "o" shape.
Climbing out of bed and stretching, Harry yawned and grabbed some random robe. Pulling it over his head, Harry forwent the shower since he was now late. Rummaging in his trunk, he triumphantly withdrew his money sack in which all his savings at Gringotts was situated. Of course, the money had to be shrunken for it to all fit into the leather pouch. Back in his world, nobody had the luxury of Gringotts once it was destroyed by Death Eaters. Everybody went around carrying their money in their pockets since money became scarce after the attack. Harry thanked all higher beings because, at least, now he had money to spend and mentally stuck his tongue out at Draco, who had only laughed at his actions after the war was over and Gringotts was reconstructed.
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Ambling through Hogsmeade with the Gryffindor bunch, Harry looked around curiously, trying to pick out what was different and was the same.
"Come on Harry," Neville said, tugging at his arm. "Let's go to The the Griffin and get a butterbeerButterbeer."
"What about Thethe Three Broomsticks?" Harry" Harry asked having not yet seen the infamous pub. . Neville sent him a confused look. .
"The Three Broomsticks? What's that?"
Harry shook his head and waved his hand in a "doesn't matter" manner. Neville shrugged and they continued on their way towards a large brown building. Harry craned his neck upwards and saw many, many floors.
"Why's it so large if it's only a pubWhy would a pub need to be so large?" Harry asked. . Lavender attached herself to him arm and batted her eyelashes. .
"It's not only a pub Harry," she started in a sickeningly sweet voice. "It's an inn hostel for backpackers people from other wizarding communities of the world."
Harry smiled uneasily and detached himself from Lavender as they entered the building. . Looking around, Harry was reminded of a muggle motel hotel with a lobby area to the right of him and a reception desk in front of him. . Suddenly he was yanked to a door on his left. Once the door opened, Harry grinned. The room was large and contained a bar area and maybe tables that littered the area. He wasIt fondly reminded him of The Three Broomsticks.
Offering to get the drinks, Harry edged towards the bar and desperately tried to not have any drinks spilled on him. Reaching the bar and letting out a sigh of relief Harry ordered a sizable amount of Bbutterbeer and pointed to his table. The barkeeper nodded and Harry dreaded the trek back to the table. He feared he would not get out of this mob without losing a limb. A movement out of the corner of his eye caught Harry's attention. He turned his head and felt the room spin when he looked into a pair of familiar silver eyes.
Draco?
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Isabelle sipped her drink and watched as people entered and left the thriving pub. However, one person caught her eye immediately. He was devastatingly handsome with his black hair and greens eyes. She had no doubtdoubt who he was. Harry Potter. Her father's number one enemy. She smirked, a plan forming in her head. She supposed her father would be less inclined to kill her for running away if she brought Harry James Potter back with her, when she got enough of the outside world and wanted to go back that was.
Pity, she thought. He would'vewould have been boyfriend material if he was n'ot who he was. She could tell that Harry would fit straight into the socialite, aristocratic crowd she was brought up in. He carried himself with a confidence and grace that only few people processed.
She watched as he moved from his table and up to the bar to order the drinks for his table. Isabelle smiled as she saw dread flash across his face as he faced the crowd. Suddenly she didn'tdid not know what to do when the pair of brilliant green eyes turned and focused directly on her. She wasn'twas not prepared to face him so soon. Silently she stared and caught something akin to confusion and then elation passed through his eyes.
This barely registered in her mind before she realised that he was walking towards her.
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Draco stared open-mouthed at the place that Harry used to be. Walking forward slowly, he touched the table slowly, wondering if that weird golden light thing was going to happen again. His hands rested softly on the wood. Nothing happened.
"Harry?" he called out and turned to see the sea of astonished faces watching him. What was happening? Where did Harry go? Was this a joke? Draco could hear the whispering of the hall. A second later Hermione ran up to where he was.
"What happened?" she asked frantically. . Draco shrugged, at a loss of what to say for once.
"He just disappeared with that gold light. You saw!" Draco said, casting his eyes around to hall expecting to see Harry bent over laughing in some shadow.
"Come on out Harry!" Ron shouted, thinking the same thing as Draco. "It's not funny anymore. Ha ha, alright, the joke's on us. Come out now!"
No laughter met their ears. No Harry did not bursting from any hiding place. In fact, , nothing happened at all.
"He's gone," Draco said finally. .
"Come on," Hermione said finally and firmly, hoping that Draco didn'tdid not see her shaking hands. "Let's go to the headmaster."
Draco nodded and the two grabbbed Ron on the way before all trudged up to Dumbledore's office. .
'Where are you Harry?' Tthought everyone present.
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