Being in London Part Two

Soon, Felan and Fi found themselves pushing the doors to a big building open.

"Wow," was all Felan could said. Fi raised her eyebrows.

"It's huge!" she said. "Reminds me of my old house,"

"I thought you couldn't remember anything from before you came to us?" Felan said. Fi looked away.

"Hey! What's that!" she said. Felan, having short attention span, looked to where she was pointing.

"What?" he asked.

"That...erm...suit of armor, I don't think it was there before!" she said.

"I dunno about you, but I've had enough of little evil creatures to last a lifetime," he said. "And worse, that crazy red-capped thing broke the bone in my ankle!" he said, pointing to his ankle. Fi grimaced.

"Here, I'll bandage it," she said. Felan shook his head.

"Trust me, it's better if it isn't touched," he said.

"But it'll get infected!" Fi said.

"Yes, but that'll hurt less than you trying to get the bone out, butterfingers!" Felan yelled. Fi turned bright red.

"Take that back!" she yelled. Felan stuck out his tongue.

"Butterfingers, butterfingers!" he said, racing down the hallway. Fi dropped her pack on the floor and ran after him, she could distantly hear his laughter down the hall but couldn't see him after she turned the third corner.

"Felan!" she yelled. "Felan! Where are you? This isn't funny!" she looked to her right and saw the same suit of armor. "I swear those things follow you around," she muttered, walking down the corridor.

Felan ran down the corridors until he came to a place full of staircases. "Lucky, that!" he said. He grabbed ahold of the railing of one of the staircases and jumped up the catch the next railing, and so on, and so on until he was somewhere at the top, with an incredibly heavy pack on and sweating practically everything but blood. It was only then he actually wondered where Fi was. "She should have caught up by now," he said. Felan leaned over the rail to look when the staircase shuddered and started moving. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!"

Fi looked up to where she heard Felan yelling. "FELAN!" she yelled. The screaming continued and she ran to where she thought the screaming was. She emerged into a room full of stairs, one a while up was where Felan was standing, screaming his head off. "FELAN!" she yelled again. "FELAN, SHUT UP!" Fi said, trying to block the screaming from her ears. Felan looked down at her.

"HELP!" he yelled. Fi held a finger up, and started sprinting up the staircases, hoping one of them would lead to where Felan was. The staircase Felan was on finally stopped moving at a door, and he ran onto the platform with his bag.

"Why, hello there, may I ask what you are doing here during the summertime?" Felan looked up slowly to see a short, plump, wispy white figure floating a few inches above the ground.

"FIONAAAA!!!"

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"The necklace?" Harry asked, looking at Dymphna with wide eyes. "About that...you see..."

"You lost it?" she asked. "Don't worry about it, I wasn't really expecting you to keep it for, what is it...going on seven years now?" she asked. Harry nodded. "It's not like I'm going to gouge out your eyes for it or anything, it was a pretty piece of shine, that's all," she said. Harry sighed in reassurance. "I've got to go fix my hair, and when I say fix my hair, I mean put on my makeup," she said, getting up and walking to the hall. She poked her head out again. "Oh, and by the way, if an angry looking twenty-something year old gal walks through the door, ignore her cynical comments and tell her you're here for me!" she said. Harry nodded and returned to eating.

True to Dymphna's word, a tall girl with dark-red hair and bright blue eyes walked into the flat. She paused briefly and looked at Harry.

"Who're you?" she asked.

"I'm here for Dymphna," he said. The girl nodded.

"I'm Katerina, her roommate," she said, "sadly, the lonliest, most overworked, installer and factory worker of the female species, look upon me and pity me, for I work for Closet World," Katerina said, holding out her hand for Harry to shake. Harry shook her hand and looked up at her.

"I'm Harry, sadly the most uneducated boy you will likely meet in your life," he said, imitating her way of talking. Katerina chuckled.

"You're funny, I like you; and you've got pretty eyes too," she said. She turned and walked to the kitchen to get a snack. "So, how is it that you are the worlds most uneducated boy?" Katerina asked randomly.

"I haven't been properly taught since kindergarten," Harry said. "How is it that you are sadly the lonliest most overworked installer and factory worker of the female species?" he asked back. She grabbed a pint of ice cream from the refridgerator and turned to face Harry.

"I have a job, as you already know, as the Head Installer at Closet World, working there from 7 to 14, boxing, driving, installing, and driving back, then doing the whole thing over again; then at 14pm, I hightail it out of there and rush over here, thus I am here," she bowed gracefully, "I eat a pint of ice cream," she held up the pint of Ben and Jerry's, "and reminice of better times of when I had a boyfriend and a steady career as a hairstylist, then my boyfriend dumped me and the place I worked at closed down," Katerina walked over to the couch where Harry was sitting and sat next to him, dipping the spoon in the ice cream, she continued, "then at 14:24 I realize how late it's gotten and I rush into my room to take off my installing clothes and put on my professional wear, get in the car, run all redlights and break the speedlimit on my way to my job, I work at a big company as a receptionist, yet only get 5 pounds an hour; after I get off of that job, I rush through the drive-through, grab food and go to my night classes in which I am learning to become a nurse. When all that is done, I mosey home and do a great impression of a drunken idiot as I climb the stairs at 1 am, get four hours sleep. I get up at 5, drink three cups of coffee, take a cold shower, put on my eyemask, apply my barely noticable makeup, drink three more cups of coffee and a donut, and get ready to start the molasses slow process again!" she said, taking a bite of ice cream.

"Sounds horrible!" Harry said. Katerina shrugged.

"Not really, it's actually quite invigorating when you're seven minutes late to work and being chased by the neighbours rabid dog," she said. "And I always get Sunday to catch up on my sleep, so on Sundays you can find me taking a sleeping pill and snoring through my day," Katerina took another bite of ice cream and turned to him. "So, how's life been for you?" she asked.

"Fine," Harry said. "I just learned I'm to go to a school for things I don't even know about where I'll be surrounded by kids who know a lot more then me," he said.

"That's interesting," Katerina said. "TV?" she asked.

"I don't get to watch it much," Harry said, wondering idly if Hogwarts had television, he hadn't been able to look at television for a while.

"Oh, well I suppose nothing much is on right now, just the afternoon soap operas. I don't think you'd--"

"No, by all means!" Harry said, gesturing to the television. Katerina shrugged and grabbed the remote and pressed the on button. The television flickered on and Harry watched, suddenly entranced by the Ivonna/Mark/Kate love triangle which had been going on since the last time he'd seen "Serial Passions", six years ago.

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"Finally!" Felan said. "I've been sitting here for a right hour, I have!" he said. "And I almost got attacked by a ghost monk!"

"You know it's only been ten minutes, and ghost monks don't exist, you little rabbit!" Fi said. "Now gimme your ankle!" Felan ran across the hall.

"No!" Fi ran over and grabbed him, trying to drag him back.

"Gimme your ankle!" she yelled. Felan broke loose and ran across again.

"No!" She walked back over to him and grabbed his arm.

"Gimme your ankle!" she said, pushing him to the ground.

"No!" Felan stood up and Fi tripped him so he was laying flat on his back. She sat on his chest and bent over his legs.

"Hm...not good at all, Felan," she said, ripping part of her skirt off. She found a shard of the bone in Felan's ankle and sharply tugged it out, revealing that the "small shard" was a much more, painful, larger shard. Felan screamed and thrashed around. "Stop it, Felan, or you'll never get this thing out!" Fi said, pushing down his leg again. She looked at the wound and bound it up with the strip of fabric from her skirt. "There now, all better," she said.

"About time!" Felan growled weakly, Fi got off of his chest and allowed him to stand up. "Hurts more than ever!"

"Yes, but at least you don't have a bone stuck in your foot!" Fi said.

"I wish I could find something that would make you scream!" Felan yelled, walking across the hall again. Suddenly a door appeared on the wall they were fighting by. "What's this?" Felan asked.

"I dunno, but it's pretty weird, a door appearing..." Fi said. "It gives me a bad feeling," she said.

"Well then, it must be good, let's go in!" Felan said, going over to his comrade and pulled her to the door. He turned the knob and looked inside, Fi peeked inside too.

Exactly two seconds later, a shrill, girly scream was heard throughout the building.

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Dymphna opened the passenger seat door to her car and then walked over to the drivers seat and opened the door.

"Well, go on, Harry, get in!" she said. Harry awkwardly seated himself in the passenger seat and looked at the seatbelt, no idea what it was used for. "You put it on," Dymphna said, as if reading his mind, "like so," she demonstrated. Harry grasped the seatbelt awkwardly, his hands feeling too big for the belt, and clicked it in. "There, see? That wasn't so hard was it?" Dymphna asked. Harry shook his head. Dymphna started the car and drove away from the complex.

"So we're going to the stores?" Harry asked.

"If you're going to say it, say it fully: mall," Dymphna said. Harry nodded.

"Okay,"

"Then we have to head over to the grocery stores, hope you don't mind," Dymphna held up a few pieces of paper, "it's triple coupon day!" Harry distantly remembered his Aunt Petunia going starkers mad on triple coupon days.

"So we're just going to buy clothes and food?" he asked. Dymphna nodded.

"We're going to buy you new clothes, and new glasses!" she said.

"Glasses? But I don't need glasses anymore, Dymphna," Harry protested.

"But you're a hero, Harry. The people at Hogwarts will get very disappointed if their hero don't have glasses," Dymphna said.

"But, in stories heros are always about bravery, and loyalty and saving the damsel." Harry said.

"No, Harry, haven't you been reading between the lines? It's all about the nerdy charms and the glasses," she said, very narrowly missing a red light. Harry looked in the side mirror and decided glasses might be good for him, those cars seemed an awful way back. He looked back at Dymphna.

"So, why am I a hero again?" he asked.

"Because, you averted the apocalypse." Dymphna said simply.

"How?" Harry asked.

"You mean no one ever told you? You don't know?" Dymphna looked at him, then very narrowly missed hitting another car. "I'll tell you at the mall, people on the streets are crazy these days!" someone started honking at her and yelling obscenities, she honked right back and made a rude gesture with her hand out the window.

When they finally got to the mall, Harry (who had stuck his head out the window) had his hair flying in all different directions, not that it hadn't been that way before today, but it was much worse now.

"So, anywhere you want to go first?" Dymphna asked, walking a bit ahead of him.

"You're going to pay for me?" Harry asked.

"Yes, unless you've got some muggle money stashed in your socks," she raised her hands, "unlikely."

"Yes, very unlikely." Harry said. Dymphna led the way into a clothing store and Harry ended up being a packhorse for the bags that they came out with. Then they sat down to get an ice cream, which Harry had never tried before (he had a very messy time trying to eat it all before it melted, then he had a very bad brainfreeze). Dymphna then led the way over to a large department store where they bought more clothes (most for her) and fortunately for Harry, she had them sent over to the flat. After that, they went into yet another store, which Harry could not pronounce the name of, and Dymphna tried on numerous outfits and constantly asked Harry if her "hips looked wide in this one". Harry had a feeling that this shopping trip was more for her sake than his, but he tagged along anyways. Then they visited the man who's title Harry couldn't pronounce, where Harry got new glasses from the selection. When they finally visited the last store, Harry was very tired, and his hands ached from carrying so many bags around.

"Don't worry, pup, we're leaving this one in a few minutes." Dymphna said. "Just need to get you some shoes, then to the grocery store, you can stay in the car for that if you want to..." he nodded as the employee measured his feet with a cold metal contraption.

"Four and a half," the saleswoman said.

"Thank you," Dymphna said as the lady returned to the cashier. "So, six and a half it is, Harry. You're down this aisle, pick out the shoe that you want and bring it back to me. We need to make sure it's cheapish, hundred or lower, don't want to max out Daddy's credit card now do we?" she asked, pushing him into an aisle. Harry looked at the rows and rows of shoes, he wasn't sure what kind of shoes the kids at Hogwarts would have, so he picked out some nice leather-looking ones and tried them on. They fit very well, and were much better than the heavy clunky ones that he had on now. He put the shoes neatly back into the box and ran over to the aisle where Dymphna was looking at shoes with high, skinny heels.

"These," he said giving her the box. She looked down at the shoes.

"Hm, Nike, nice choice. Basketball shoes you know. This is it?" she pointed to the aisle, "Go get two more pairs!" Harry nodded and ran back. He picked out a pair of black shoes and a pair of brown shoes, then went back to Dymphna. She nodded at his choices, picked out two pairs of high-heels, paid for the purchases, then they left.

While Dymphna was in the grocery store, Harry picked up a book she had bought called "Bridget Jones' Diary" and started reading, raising his eyebrows at some of the things and sounding out some of the harder words. Dymphna came back with even more bags to load in the car, got in the drivers seat and grabbed the book from Harry.

"Not a childrens book," she said.

"Dymphna, what's f-"

"Don't ask me and don't say it," Dymphna said, cutting him off. He nodded and she started the car. She dropped him off at the Leaky Cauldron, his arms full of bags and boxes and drove off down the street to her own home. Harry walked into the Leaky Cauldron and shuffled up to his room quickly, people staring at him left and right. When he got up to his room, he put the bags down and jumped onto the bed, his feet, fingers and arms aching. He rolled off of the bed and looked at his bags, one bag in particular was filled with sweets from The Sweet Factory. Harry grabbed a few Mars Bars and got back into bed. He could put the clothes away later.

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"Oh come on, you've got to stop screaming some time!" Felan complained. "You've got to breath!" but Fi kept on screaming. Felan pushed her away from the door and slammed it closed. "Fi, it's just a few dolls!" he said. Fi stopped screaming.

"No it's not! It's a room full of them! They're contagious, Felan, they're contagious!" she babbled.

"So this is the thing that makes Fi Faoiltiarna scream in terror, a bit porcelain, paint and fabric?" Felan asked. "What a bint," he muttered.

"Take that back!" she yelled.

"Here we go again..." Felan muttered when suddenly someone shouted at them.

"What're you doing here?!" they turned around and saw a scraggly looking man with dirty clothes on.

"Maybe it's another ghost monk!" Felan whispered.

"You're crazy, monks don't look like that!" Fi said. "It's the...the...the humbug man, humbug, Scrooge!" she said.

"Humbug man? Scrooge?" Felan asked.

"Ghosts of present, past and future, I'll explain it all later!" Fi said, grabbing Felan's hand and running in the opposite direction of the "humbug man". They ran until they were out of breath, and soon found themselves facing a large gargoyle. The gargoyle hopped out of the way and revealed a staircase.

"Well, if it insists..." Felan muttered, standing on the bottom step. The stairs started moving upwards in circles. "Come on, Fi! Get on!" Felan said. Fi's eyes darted around fearfully before she jumped on the bottom step, she ran up the steps to the step Felan was standing on as they rose higher and higher. Finally they stopped in front of a door with a griffin knocker.

"So, who's doing the honors?" Fi asked.

"I'm sure there's a very mature way we can see..." Felan said. "NOT IT!" he yelled quickly, before Fi could say it. Fi sneered and knocked on the door. The door opened and they walked into a circular room. Several silver instruments stood on spindle-legged tables, whirring and emitting puffs of smoke. The walls were covered with moving pictures of women and men, there was also a large claw-footed desk and sitting on a shelf behind it, a shabby pointed hat.

"What's that for?" Fi asked. Felan walked over to one of the silver instruments and picked it up, it poked him repeatedly with a needle sharp point until he put it down, his arm bleeding from several small dots. Fi looked at the portrait of a very prim looking woman who sneered down at her.

"What are you here for?" the portrait asked. Felan jumped at the voice.

"Don't worry, it's a painting, it can't hurt us," Fi said. Felan looked at the hat and picked it up gently, then shoved it on his head.

My, my, a little instigator are we?

"AAH!" he quickly took the hat off and dropp kicked it, rather unceremoniously, on the floor.

"It's no use, the Sorting Hat doesn't feel pain," a voice said from the doorway. Both cubs turned around to see an old man with a long silvery beard and half moon spectacles smiling at them.

"Wh-wh-who are you?" Felan asked, picking up the hat by the tip of its point and placing it on the desk. Fi dropped silver instrument she was toying with and it scuttled away.

"Friends of Harry Potters, I suppose?" the man said. "Yes, yes, of course you are. No other children would dare be in those woods without supervision," his eyes twinkled. "And I see you've seen the rather down aspects of being on an unsupervised trip through the Forbidden Forest," he said, looking at Felan's ankle.

"Forbidden Forest?" Fi asked. "But we were in the Black Forest,"

"Yes, I believe that is what your tribe calls it," the man said. The man walked over to his desk and sat down.

"What's your name?" Fi asked.

"I am Professor Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," the man said.

"Thought so," Felan said.

"What are your names?" Professor Dumbledore asked.

"I'm Felan Caolaidhe, this is Fiona Faoiltiarna, we're cubs of the Fianna tribe," he said.

"Harry's our friend," Fi added.

"He knows that," Felan said, rolling his eyes.

"He may have forgotten, you never know what goes on in someone's head!" Fi said. Felan sneered at her, and Fi pulled down her bottom eyelid and stuck out her tongue.

"You've got a freckle on your eye," Felan said. "Did you know that?"

"Don't push it, Rabbit-boy," Fi said. Suddenly something squawked from the corner. Both kids jumped and turned around to see a large, beautiful bird.

"What is that?" Felan asked.

"Fawkes, is a phoenix," Professor Dumbledore said. Fi and Felan both jumped at his voice.

"Sorry, kind of forgot you were there," Fi said, sounding guilty.

"It's all right, I've gotten that many times," Professor Dumbledore said, chuckling to himself.

"You're a very strange man, you know that?" Felan asked. "I suspect you're a bit mad, too," he said.

"Felan!" Fi growled.

"What? I'm just speaking my mind!" Felan said.

"No, it's quite all right, I've also been called mad many, many times." Dumbledore said.

"Well good, or...bad..or...whatever it is to you, then," Felan said. Dumbledore laughed again.

"You two, you've grown up together, haven't you?" he asked.

"Seven years," Felan said glaring at Fi. Fi stuck out her tongue at him.

"Yes, yes, it's quite obvious with how you act," Dumbledore said. "So, you wish to give something to Harry?" he asked. Fi nodded and looked in the pouch hanging from her belt, she drew the long thin chain with the pendant on it and put it on Dumbledore's desk. "Hm, and where would he have gotten this?" Dumbledore asked.

"His Glass Walker friend gave it to him, when he first came here," Fi said, "or so he says," Dumbledore picked up the necklace.

"He's always been the lucky one, best in school, best in fighting, he's probably going to be Alpha male when he grows up too. Odyn told mum that he's got great leadership qualities," Felan said. "And now he gets to go to the magic school, it's no fair and we won't get to see him anymore!" he complained.

"I believe you will be able to see Harry quite frequently here," Dumbledore said.

"You can arrange that?" Fi asked.

"Wait, you do know that Harry's a werewolf, right?" Felan asked. Dumbledore nodded.

"Yes, yes, and it will be taken care of when the time comes." Dumbledore said.

"Can't he be in Moots with us? Just on full moons?" Fi asked.

"I'm afraid that there will be no way for Harry to return if he participates in such activities with your tribe," Dumbledore said.

"We can bring him back! Or he can come back by magic!" Felan said.

"I'm not sure that would be very appropriate," Dumbledore said. "But, we can figure out a way to get you two to come and see Harry, every so often," he said.

"That would be great!" Felan said. "When?"

"And how's Harry going to hide that he's a Garou?" Fi asked.

"I'm sure I can find a way to contact you two when you can visit Harry, and I'll be telling Harry myself about how he's going to hide his predicament,"

"So..." Fi started. "Is there anything else we haven't covered?"

"How come the portraits move? And there're ghost monks here? And the staircases move?" Felan asked. Dumbledore smiled.

"The Fat Friar did inform me that there were a couple of uninformed youngsters in the school," he said. "As you know, this is a school of magic, and many people have suggested that perhaps the school is a living being, so sometimes you will come upon a door that locks itself, or a staircase moving, a vanishing step."

"The ghosts?" Fi asked.

"The ghosts," Dumbledore started, "there are many of them here, some represent a house, and some just want a place to stay," he said. "And wizarding portraits and paintings, mostly always move. Currently most of the portraits are welcoming our newest edition, in the hallway by the Great Hall." he said.

"This is a very interesting place," Felan said. "But, I think I'd like to go home now, just in case my parents worry." he said.

"Surely, surely," Dumbledore said. He took out his wand and muttered a few choice words, the two cubs seemed to disappear right into thin air. They materialized a few yards away from the cave.

"I think he forgot my name, did you hear him?" Felan asked, looking at Fi.

"I think he is quite mad, he called you 'Shirley',"

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A/N: And the next chapter, Being at Hogwarts, Harry gets on the train, Harry meets Ron, Hermione and Malfoy...blah blah blah. Yes, but no 'nother chapter until 30 reviews (Nori: she has gone completely crazy on reviews, really drunk on the power)!! Buahahha! Yeah, but I may end up writing the next chapter anyhoo, 'cus I'm eccentric!

PS: (you know there's gotta be one of these every chapter) if anyone has any thing that might help me with the fic, please email me, and also, I need a beta reader. Just in case, you know?

PSS: (new addition) If anyone wants to be in the fic (I need supporting characters!), soley from the tribes (I'm thinking on doing a Great Moot, with all of the werewolf tribes in a few chapters, maybe, big maybe) then review it or email me.

PSSS: The freckle Fi has on her eye will play a big part at the end of the fic. (go and reread this chapter if you don't remember the freckle)

Freckle: Yay!

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(Also, Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear, the mirror is built to make the cars look faraway, but Harry thinks it's his eyesight)