Title: Harry Potter and the Staff of Slytherin
Summary: A friend of Harry's comes to visit, and with her come strange things. What does she have to do with the new events?
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter related things belong to Joanne Kathleen Rowling, Scholastic Books, Bloomsbury Books, Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., inc.
Rating: PG-13 for Violence, Language, and minor Sexual Content
Pairing: Harry Potter/Invented Character Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger
Authors Note: This story is just going to play itself out, I have the general summary of events down, but I don't know how long it is going to be, so just be patient and I hope you enjoy. Flames are accepted, as well as recommendations for a different title.
Chapter 1
The Reunion
Harry Potter awoke to the sound of an owl pecking on his window. It was Hedwig, his wonderful snowy owl. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he stumbled towards the window and opened it for her.
"Be very quiet. The Dursleys are still asleep," he whispered. Hedwig hooted softly in response.
Hedwig was carrying quite a few letters in her claws, so Harry untied them, giving her freedom. Two letters, from Hermione and Ron.
He opened the letter from Hermione first.
Dear Harry,
Nothing has happened yet. I'm getting worried. Voldemort should have done something by now. His only possible chance at an advantage is gone, so what is there that's left? I'm surprised muggles still haven't been attacked. Even though it's still calm, please be careful and don't go looking for trouble. Enough horror has happened in previous events with you meddling.
Love,
Hermione
Of course Hermione would tell him to be careful, she was always the precocious one, working and worrying one step ahead of everyone else. She really was a good friend in that way, but that didn't mean that it wasn't annoying. Harry needed adventure, it was what he lived for, and he couldn't exactly get that if he was moping around the house, bored.
Next was Ron's letter.
Harry,
Hermione and I have been in touch. Nothing here or there. It's almost too calm. Bill says there have been small things in other countries but not here. Supposedly there was something going on in America, but no one is positive.
God, Pig is annoying the heck out of me. I think I'm going to sell him and buy a new one if I can't tame him soon. I'm betting if I gave him a sedative then he might shut up, but then he wont be any use at all.
Ah well, I'll see you at Hogwarts.
Ron
And Ron was indifferent. Harry was fine with that, seeing as Ron can't cause trouble anymore due to Prefect duties. It was nice having a friend like him, who didn't care what he did.
Harry shut the letters and hid them in his dresser drawer. He then leaned out the window to watch the sun rise. A small glimmer of pinkish lining spread over the horizon. Fresh morning air tingled his senses and he rubbed his eyes.
There wasn't a single movement on Privet drive. Harry needed something to happen, someone to talk to. It was like everything was standing still. The impatience that tugged at Harry's mind was enough to make him explode.
There was a pounding on the door "wake up boy, you have to prepare for Michelle's arrival."
Oh, that's right, Michelle. Michelle Lieberman had known the Dursleys since as long as anyone could remember. She had been raised in America by her aunt, and once a year she would make some attempt to visit the Dursleys. Michelle's mother was best friends with Petunia during college, and so part of her mother's will was that every year Michelle would visit.
And today was the first time Harry would be seeing her since he started going to Hogwarts. It had been six years.
She probably had changed so much, what if she didn't remember him? Who would? He was such a scrawny little kid. What if she didn't like the new him? Harry had probably changed so much since Hogwarts had been introduced into his life. They had so much to catch up on. The last time he had see her he had been ten and she had been nine. She would be fifteen now, and would be a completely different person.
"Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry left the window open for Hedwig and then made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Everything has to be perfect,"Aunt Petunia said as she darted around the room, putting up decorations, making a cake, and feeding Dudley all at once. "She's going to fall for you Duddykins, you will look so handsome." She was referring to the nice polo shirt and khakis that had been bought for Dudley just the other day. Clothes of that had to be tailored to him because there were none his size.
Harry went back upstairs and changed into some clean clothes, tried combing his hair flat, and then went out for a walk, he didn't get very far because right then, at eight in the morning, a taxi cab parked right in front of the house. The door opened and one elegantly shaped leg set foot on the pavement. Soon Michelle Lieberman was standing beside the black car, smiling from ear to ear.
"Harry, is that you?"
He looked into her eyes. Even if she had changed, her expression hadn't. Her eyes were always filled with caring and empathy, and that wouldn't alter, no matter how much time would beat away at it.
He didn't know what came over him, but right there and then, he ran up to her and hugged her. When was the last time he had done this? Six years ago, when the Dursleys weren't looking, when no one was looking, he had hugged her, just like this. She hugged him back, feeling the same emotions he was.
They were both lonely, he without friends and she because she moved around so much. They were each other's support. She was still lonely, and he knew it. He wasn't alone anymore. He had friends, but she still had no one.
"God I missed you," she whispered "you weren't there when I came for the winter holidays."
He laughed. She always called it winter holidays. She was Jewish, so Christmas was not the only thing celebrated with the Dursleys.
"I heard you were at some institution. How did you manage that?" they still hadn't let go of each other.
"It's a long story. A very long story."
They let go, and he looked her over. She was much more beautiful than he remembered. Time had been very good together and she had grown up so nicely. Harry blushed when he thought that, but he knew he couldn't help it. This would probably explain why Dudley was so set on dating her.
"Michelle darling," Aunt Petunia came out the door and embraced her. Hopefully she hadn't seen them.
"Petunia, how are you? Sorry I haven't mailed you much, but I've been so busy studying." Her American accent was completely obvious.
"Every thing's been lovely. I'm so glad you came. Duddy is so excited to see you."
Vernon placed a firm hand on Harry's shoulder "Get her bags."
Hearing this, Michelle turned around, "Oh, I can get them. Don't make him do all the work."
"Nonsense dear," Petunia said in an overly sweet voice "you're our guest. Let the boy take it."
"Okay." Michelle walked inside number four, Privet drive, in between Vernon and Petunia, giving a mournful backward glance at poor Harry Potter.
Harry heaved a sigh and began to remove bags from the taxi's trunk.
"Oh, and Dudley won a wrestling championship just a couple of weeks ago," Uncle Vernon said with pride, sipping his tea.
"Amazing," Michelle said, never dropping the mask of amusement she held. Harry nearly snorted, sensing the hint of sarcasm in her voice. He caught her eyes and they both grinned. "Of course, I'm not surprised, Dudley looks much more muscular since I saw him last winter."
"I've been working hard," Dudley mumbled, blushing profusely. Suddenly the blank expression that usually was on his face returned, "Hey, why are you visiting over the summer?"
"Didn't I tell you? I'm going to a boarding school in England out in the country. I'm quite excited really. This means I might be able to spend more time with you." She grinned, placing her small tea cup to her lips. Her smile made Harry's heart melt. That last time he had reacted like this around a girl had been ages ago.
Michelle drained the last of her tea and then set her cup on the table, gazing into it intently.
"Would you like some more tea?" Petunia asked, her voice still filled with sugar.
"No thank you." Michelle continued to look into the tea cup, and then picked up Harry's empty one and glanced into it as well.
"Um. . . if you don't mind," Dudley stammered "what exactly are you doing?"
"Oh, tea leaf reading. Supposed to tell your future. That's all a bunch of nonsense really."
Harry snorted, he knew coming from Professor Trelawney it might be, seeing as she was an old fraud, but you never know. Harry gazed at Michelle as her eyes glazed over in deep thought. "What does it say."
"Mr. Potter," she said in a mocking mystical tone, grinning devilishly "you and I have very similar futures. Yours says you have a great and powerful enemy who has filled your life with suffering. He or she will continue to appear in your future, and will stop at nothing to destroy you and everything you hold dear."
Harry started chuckling. All this seemed to be quite true. "What does yours say Madame Michelle?"
"I have a great and powerful enemy, who like you, has caused me to suffer. He will appear in my future, but instead of trying to destroy me and all around me, will stop at nothing to get me to join him," she grinned "He isn't exactly powerful in my eyes, but it is correct."
"So you know who it is..."
"Like you don't know who yours is."
Vernon was turning purple with anger at the conversation the two were entering "That's all a bunch of mumbo jumbo. Nothing worth discussing."
Michelle nodded and then stood up. "Now if you don't mind, I have to unpack, see you in a bit." She walked out of a now silent room, causing foot steps to be the only sound as she walked up the steps and into the guest room.
Summary: A friend of Harry's comes to visit, and with her come strange things. What does she have to do with the new events?
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter related things belong to Joanne Kathleen Rowling, Scholastic Books, Bloomsbury Books, Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., inc.
Rating: PG-13 for Violence, Language, and minor Sexual Content
Pairing: Harry Potter/Invented Character Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger
Authors Note: This story is just going to play itself out, I have the general summary of events down, but I don't know how long it is going to be, so just be patient and I hope you enjoy. Flames are accepted, as well as recommendations for a different title.
Chapter 1
The Reunion
Harry Potter awoke to the sound of an owl pecking on his window. It was Hedwig, his wonderful snowy owl. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he stumbled towards the window and opened it for her.
"Be very quiet. The Dursleys are still asleep," he whispered. Hedwig hooted softly in response.
Hedwig was carrying quite a few letters in her claws, so Harry untied them, giving her freedom. Two letters, from Hermione and Ron.
He opened the letter from Hermione first.
Dear Harry,
Nothing has happened yet. I'm getting worried. Voldemort should have done something by now. His only possible chance at an advantage is gone, so what is there that's left? I'm surprised muggles still haven't been attacked. Even though it's still calm, please be careful and don't go looking for trouble. Enough horror has happened in previous events with you meddling.
Love,
Hermione
Of course Hermione would tell him to be careful, she was always the precocious one, working and worrying one step ahead of everyone else. She really was a good friend in that way, but that didn't mean that it wasn't annoying. Harry needed adventure, it was what he lived for, and he couldn't exactly get that if he was moping around the house, bored.
Next was Ron's letter.
Harry,
Hermione and I have been in touch. Nothing here or there. It's almost too calm. Bill says there have been small things in other countries but not here. Supposedly there was something going on in America, but no one is positive.
God, Pig is annoying the heck out of me. I think I'm going to sell him and buy a new one if I can't tame him soon. I'm betting if I gave him a sedative then he might shut up, but then he wont be any use at all.
Ah well, I'll see you at Hogwarts.
Ron
And Ron was indifferent. Harry was fine with that, seeing as Ron can't cause trouble anymore due to Prefect duties. It was nice having a friend like him, who didn't care what he did.
Harry shut the letters and hid them in his dresser drawer. He then leaned out the window to watch the sun rise. A small glimmer of pinkish lining spread over the horizon. Fresh morning air tingled his senses and he rubbed his eyes.
There wasn't a single movement on Privet drive. Harry needed something to happen, someone to talk to. It was like everything was standing still. The impatience that tugged at Harry's mind was enough to make him explode.
There was a pounding on the door "wake up boy, you have to prepare for Michelle's arrival."
Oh, that's right, Michelle. Michelle Lieberman had known the Dursleys since as long as anyone could remember. She had been raised in America by her aunt, and once a year she would make some attempt to visit the Dursleys. Michelle's mother was best friends with Petunia during college, and so part of her mother's will was that every year Michelle would visit.
And today was the first time Harry would be seeing her since he started going to Hogwarts. It had been six years.
She probably had changed so much, what if she didn't remember him? Who would? He was such a scrawny little kid. What if she didn't like the new him? Harry had probably changed so much since Hogwarts had been introduced into his life. They had so much to catch up on. The last time he had see her he had been ten and she had been nine. She would be fifteen now, and would be a completely different person.
"Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry left the window open for Hedwig and then made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Everything has to be perfect,"Aunt Petunia said as she darted around the room, putting up decorations, making a cake, and feeding Dudley all at once. "She's going to fall for you Duddykins, you will look so handsome." She was referring to the nice polo shirt and khakis that had been bought for Dudley just the other day. Clothes of that had to be tailored to him because there were none his size.
Harry went back upstairs and changed into some clean clothes, tried combing his hair flat, and then went out for a walk, he didn't get very far because right then, at eight in the morning, a taxi cab parked right in front of the house. The door opened and one elegantly shaped leg set foot on the pavement. Soon Michelle Lieberman was standing beside the black car, smiling from ear to ear.
"Harry, is that you?"
He looked into her eyes. Even if she had changed, her expression hadn't. Her eyes were always filled with caring and empathy, and that wouldn't alter, no matter how much time would beat away at it.
He didn't know what came over him, but right there and then, he ran up to her and hugged her. When was the last time he had done this? Six years ago, when the Dursleys weren't looking, when no one was looking, he had hugged her, just like this. She hugged him back, feeling the same emotions he was.
They were both lonely, he without friends and she because she moved around so much. They were each other's support. She was still lonely, and he knew it. He wasn't alone anymore. He had friends, but she still had no one.
"God I missed you," she whispered "you weren't there when I came for the winter holidays."
He laughed. She always called it winter holidays. She was Jewish, so Christmas was not the only thing celebrated with the Dursleys.
"I heard you were at some institution. How did you manage that?" they still hadn't let go of each other.
"It's a long story. A very long story."
They let go, and he looked her over. She was much more beautiful than he remembered. Time had been very good together and she had grown up so nicely. Harry blushed when he thought that, but he knew he couldn't help it. This would probably explain why Dudley was so set on dating her.
"Michelle darling," Aunt Petunia came out the door and embraced her. Hopefully she hadn't seen them.
"Petunia, how are you? Sorry I haven't mailed you much, but I've been so busy studying." Her American accent was completely obvious.
"Every thing's been lovely. I'm so glad you came. Duddy is so excited to see you."
Vernon placed a firm hand on Harry's shoulder "Get her bags."
Hearing this, Michelle turned around, "Oh, I can get them. Don't make him do all the work."
"Nonsense dear," Petunia said in an overly sweet voice "you're our guest. Let the boy take it."
"Okay." Michelle walked inside number four, Privet drive, in between Vernon and Petunia, giving a mournful backward glance at poor Harry Potter.
Harry heaved a sigh and began to remove bags from the taxi's trunk.
"Oh, and Dudley won a wrestling championship just a couple of weeks ago," Uncle Vernon said with pride, sipping his tea.
"Amazing," Michelle said, never dropping the mask of amusement she held. Harry nearly snorted, sensing the hint of sarcasm in her voice. He caught her eyes and they both grinned. "Of course, I'm not surprised, Dudley looks much more muscular since I saw him last winter."
"I've been working hard," Dudley mumbled, blushing profusely. Suddenly the blank expression that usually was on his face returned, "Hey, why are you visiting over the summer?"
"Didn't I tell you? I'm going to a boarding school in England out in the country. I'm quite excited really. This means I might be able to spend more time with you." She grinned, placing her small tea cup to her lips. Her smile made Harry's heart melt. That last time he had reacted like this around a girl had been ages ago.
Michelle drained the last of her tea and then set her cup on the table, gazing into it intently.
"Would you like some more tea?" Petunia asked, her voice still filled with sugar.
"No thank you." Michelle continued to look into the tea cup, and then picked up Harry's empty one and glanced into it as well.
"Um. . . if you don't mind," Dudley stammered "what exactly are you doing?"
"Oh, tea leaf reading. Supposed to tell your future. That's all a bunch of nonsense really."
Harry snorted, he knew coming from Professor Trelawney it might be, seeing as she was an old fraud, but you never know. Harry gazed at Michelle as her eyes glazed over in deep thought. "What does it say."
"Mr. Potter," she said in a mocking mystical tone, grinning devilishly "you and I have very similar futures. Yours says you have a great and powerful enemy who has filled your life with suffering. He or she will continue to appear in your future, and will stop at nothing to destroy you and everything you hold dear."
Harry started chuckling. All this seemed to be quite true. "What does yours say Madame Michelle?"
"I have a great and powerful enemy, who like you, has caused me to suffer. He will appear in my future, but instead of trying to destroy me and all around me, will stop at nothing to get me to join him," she grinned "He isn't exactly powerful in my eyes, but it is correct."
"So you know who it is..."
"Like you don't know who yours is."
Vernon was turning purple with anger at the conversation the two were entering "That's all a bunch of mumbo jumbo. Nothing worth discussing."
Michelle nodded and then stood up. "Now if you don't mind, I have to unpack, see you in a bit." She walked out of a now silent room, causing foot steps to be the only sound as she walked up the steps and into the guest room.