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: I FIXED CHAPTER ONE! PLEASE LOOK! THIS IS NOT A SELF -INSERT (The last time I did that I got in trouble, so I learn)! Michelle Lieberman is a character who's personality is original, but I have to admit, I'm terrible at names. The name belongs to my old counselor who went to boarding school in the UK (and I think that's allowed). Thank you to Artz and Roxoan for the corrections and any more would be wonderful. And Roxoan, I understand the format doesn't suit you, but I don't think I want to change how it looks. This is the way it looks in the books and it's the way it will look in my story.
Chapter 2
Catching Up
Harry sat up in bed, thinking about Michelle. She had made Dudley go weak at the knees, which was something that hadn't happened since Harry had threatened him with magic. She had some amazing power over people that made them love her. She was like some version of a veela.
He recalled when they had been little and she had come to visit over Christmas. At night she would sneak down the stairs and into his small cupboard under the stairs. She would open the door and crawl under the covers with him and together they would read some fantasy book or another she would bring along.
Sometimes they would talk about problems in their lives, or dreams they had. Harry would always have so many more troubles, so Michelle was always there to shoulder them for him. He missed that so much about her.
Straining his ears, he heard the sound of footsteps down the hall. It was Michelle, he knew it. The door opened slowly and she slid in like a shadow. She shut the door behind her and then sat down on the end of the bed, her petite form silhouetted against the dark room. Her long brown hair seeming black, and her hazel eyes giving light to the night. "I... I think they're all asleep." She said it awkwardly, as if she could sense the rift that had grown between them over time.
"Yeah," Harry said faintly "they're usually asleep around now."
Hedwig hooted and Michelle turned to face her "Oh my, you have an owl!"
"Yes, I got her after I turned eleven."
She smiled, and pulled out a small parcel from behind her back. The wrapping paper glittering in the moonlight. "Speaking of which, do you remember what day it becomes at midnight?"
"How could I forget?" It was his birthday in thirty seconds. She remembered his birthday!
The clock struck midnight and she handed him the gift "Happy birthday, Harry." She began singing it and he grinned. He always liked her voice, it was always bright and filled with the emotion the song held. "Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Harry. Happy birthday to you."
With trembling fingers, Harry removed the wrapping paper. There, in the clear box, was something so beautiful no words came to his mind to describe it. It was a music box. It was round except for the base which was flat so the music box could stand. It was made of gold and the design was a swirl of different colors. If he stared hard enough at it, he could see pictures, and it was almost as if the design changed for him. Soon he saw stars... then a snitch.... then an owl... and then Hogwarts. The colors continued to mix into different shapes.
"I'm sorry," she said blushing "I didn't know what to get you. I wasn't sure exactly what you wanted so..."
"It's brilliant." He couldn't take his eyes off of it.
"You can start it by tapping the music note on top," and he did so. It opened and a lullaby played that nearly made him cry.
There was a lullaby that Michelle used to sing to him. She said she remembered her mother singing it to her. Harry, whenever he heard it, heard his mother singing it too. He heard humming and he looked at Michelle.
"Stop your crying
My little treasure
Hold my hand
I'll make it better
Stop your crying
My little love
You are an angel
From the heavens above." He saw her crying.
The lyrics were odd, but he always felt cared for when he heard them. How could he have forgotten this song? He went to Hogwarts and left her behind, to grow and mature without her. He forgot her, and now she was to him the scared little child who cared about everyone above herself.
He crawled over to her and hugged her, rocking her back and forth to the melody. Soon she discontinued her crying and so he backed away.
"Sorry," she blushed "I just... It's been hard without you around. I don't even know why I cried." She didn't make eye contact with him. "So, what have I missed over the past six years of your life?"
He sighed. "Well, for starters, my parents weren't killed, they were murdered. So, their killer has been after me."
Michelle's eyes widened. "What?! That's terrible! How did you find this out?! Is he dead? Did the Dursleys do anything?"
"Calm down. It isn't that bad, I can fight him I found this out when I started going to a new school, he isn't dead, and the Dursleys only wished he had killed me."
"Wait... what school?"
"Alright, I'm about to tell you a really long story. No interruptions!" Harry told her everything that had happened at Hogwarts and everything in between. He conveniently forgot to mention anything out of the ordinary, like magic and werewolves. She just nodded and took it all in to the best of her ability. Soon, he got to a very touchy subject.
"And... and Sirius... when we were fighting Voldemort... he... he..." before he could finish, Michelle hugged him.
"It's good you talked about it. Crying is a way of dealing. Just cry," she whispered.
"No I can't. I'm the person people look to. I'm a man. My dad probably never cried."
"You're not your father and men can cry. You can be a man and still cry." He broke down. She just rocked him back and forth, stroking his hair and not caring that his tears were soaking her shirt. When he let all his tears out, he sat up, ready to continue the conversation. "Hermione, the Weasleys, Neville, and Luna sound like great people. I would like to meet them."
"Yeah, they're great people. I would have been scared if you said you wanted to meet Draco though."
She wrinkled her nose "Why would I want to meet him? He sounds positively awful."
He laughed. He really truly laughed. The last time he had was beyond recollection.
"So tell me your story."
She shrugged "Nothing has changed much. My dad is still trying to gain custody of me. Like that would ever happen. I mean, he's a murderer." She tried to sound like she was joking, but when he looked into her eyes, he could see the pain that was there. Now that he thought about it, Michelle's eyes looked familiar. "On a lighter note, I'm going to be going to a boarding school here."
"Where?"
"Somewhere in the country," she waved a hand to show that she had no clue. "I'm taking a train at eleven on platform ten on September first."
Uh oh, that would be a problem. He had to see her off as well as get on the Hogwarts Express at the same time. It would be tough to leave unnoticed. They could probably just arrive early and separate early.
"You alright?"
"What? Oh... I'm leaving at the exact same time at platform nine."
"That's so great! We can pretty much leave together." Her voice held fake enthusiasm, and he could tell. There was nothing he could do, he would have to play it by ear.
"Good bye Michelle, We'll miss you greatly." Petunia hugged Michelle at the entrance to King's Cross Station.
"I'll see if I can visit during the Winter and Spring holidays." She hugged Vernon and then walked over to Dudley. "Good bye Dudley," she hugged him tightly and the turned around, pushing her cart towards Harry, leaving Dudley beat red.
After they were out of earshot, Harry turned to her. "How do you do that?"
"What?"
"Get Dudley to blush."
She winked at him "Feminine charm."
Harry rolled his eyes at the statement "Whatever you say."
They continued towards their respective platforms, reminiscing about times long gone. Soon they were at Platform nine, and Harry got nervous. "Um... well, this is my... um... platform."
She was about to say something, when multiple voices shouted across the station "Harry!" A small group of redheads ran towards him.
"Oh... I guess you'll get to meet the Weasleys."
Bill came up to Harry and nudged him, "Who's your friend?" he winked, making Michelle blush considerable.
"Everyone, this is Michelle Lieberman. Michelle, this is Bill," he signalled towards the man next to him with long flaming red hair and a tooth earing hanging from one ear "Mrs. Weasley," the plump mother who had flaming red hair and a jolly smile, "Mr. Weasley," a man who was balding and had a ring of remaining red hair "Percy," Percy had hair like the others, but had an upturned nose that gave him an egotistical appearance "Ginny," the small girl with eyes that held cunning and mock innocence "Fred and George," the twins were slightly short and a bit pudgy "and Ron," ton was tall and gawky, but he grew a bit of muscle.
"Did you think you weren't going to introduce me?" Hermione stepped out of the crowd of flaming hair. "I'm Hermione Granger."
"It's a pleasure to meet you," she curtsied "Harry has told me so much about you." Mr. Weasley stepped forward and shook her hand "Are you a muggle?"
"A what? Oh, you mean people who can't go to Harry's school. Yes, then I'm afraid I am." Mrs. Weasley shook her head and Ginny giggled. "Obviously I missed something. Anyway, I have a train to catch," she hugged Harry, and then walked off before Harry could say a goodbye himself.
Harry shrugged it off and walked over to the platform barrier to platform nine and three quarters, entering it before anyone could comment.
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: I FIXED CHAPTER ONE! PLEASE LOOK! THIS IS NOT A SELF -INSERT (The last time I did that I got in trouble, so I learn)! Michelle Lieberman is a character who's personality is original, but I have to admit, I'm terrible at names. The name belongs to my old counselor who went to boarding school in the UK (and I think that's allowed). Thank you to Artz and Roxoan for the corrections and any more would be wonderful. And Roxoan, I understand the format doesn't suit you, but I don't think I want to change how it looks. This is the way it looks in the books and it's the way it will look in my story.
Chapter 2
Catching Up
Harry sat up in bed, thinking about Michelle. She had made Dudley go weak at the knees, which was something that hadn't happened since Harry had threatened him with magic. She had some amazing power over people that made them love her. She was like some version of a veela.
He recalled when they had been little and she had come to visit over Christmas. At night she would sneak down the stairs and into his small cupboard under the stairs. She would open the door and crawl under the covers with him and together they would read some fantasy book or another she would bring along.
Sometimes they would talk about problems in their lives, or dreams they had. Harry would always have so many more troubles, so Michelle was always there to shoulder them for him. He missed that so much about her.
Straining his ears, he heard the sound of footsteps down the hall. It was Michelle, he knew it. The door opened slowly and she slid in like a shadow. She shut the door behind her and then sat down on the end of the bed, her petite form silhouetted against the dark room. Her long brown hair seeming black, and her hazel eyes giving light to the night. "I... I think they're all asleep." She said it awkwardly, as if she could sense the rift that had grown between them over time.
"Yeah," Harry said faintly "they're usually asleep around now."
Hedwig hooted and Michelle turned to face her "Oh my, you have an owl!"
"Yes, I got her after I turned eleven."
She smiled, and pulled out a small parcel from behind her back. The wrapping paper glittering in the moonlight. "Speaking of which, do you remember what day it becomes at midnight?"
"How could I forget?" It was his birthday in thirty seconds. She remembered his birthday!
The clock struck midnight and she handed him the gift "Happy birthday, Harry." She began singing it and he grinned. He always liked her voice, it was always bright and filled with the emotion the song held. "Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Harry. Happy birthday to you."
With trembling fingers, Harry removed the wrapping paper. There, in the clear box, was something so beautiful no words came to his mind to describe it. It was a music box. It was round except for the base which was flat so the music box could stand. It was made of gold and the design was a swirl of different colors. If he stared hard enough at it, he could see pictures, and it was almost as if the design changed for him. Soon he saw stars... then a snitch.... then an owl... and then Hogwarts. The colors continued to mix into different shapes.
"I'm sorry," she said blushing "I didn't know what to get you. I wasn't sure exactly what you wanted so..."
"It's brilliant." He couldn't take his eyes off of it.
"You can start it by tapping the music note on top," and he did so. It opened and a lullaby played that nearly made him cry.
There was a lullaby that Michelle used to sing to him. She said she remembered her mother singing it to her. Harry, whenever he heard it, heard his mother singing it too. He heard humming and he looked at Michelle.
"Stop your crying
My little treasure
Hold my hand
I'll make it better
Stop your crying
My little love
You are an angel
From the heavens above." He saw her crying.
The lyrics were odd, but he always felt cared for when he heard them. How could he have forgotten this song? He went to Hogwarts and left her behind, to grow and mature without her. He forgot her, and now she was to him the scared little child who cared about everyone above herself.
He crawled over to her and hugged her, rocking her back and forth to the melody. Soon she discontinued her crying and so he backed away.
"Sorry," she blushed "I just... It's been hard without you around. I don't even know why I cried." She didn't make eye contact with him. "So, what have I missed over the past six years of your life?"
He sighed. "Well, for starters, my parents weren't killed, they were murdered. So, their killer has been after me."
Michelle's eyes widened. "What?! That's terrible! How did you find this out?! Is he dead? Did the Dursleys do anything?"
"Calm down. It isn't that bad, I can fight him I found this out when I started going to a new school, he isn't dead, and the Dursleys only wished he had killed me."
"Wait... what school?"
"Alright, I'm about to tell you a really long story. No interruptions!" Harry told her everything that had happened at Hogwarts and everything in between. He conveniently forgot to mention anything out of the ordinary, like magic and werewolves. She just nodded and took it all in to the best of her ability. Soon, he got to a very touchy subject.
"And... and Sirius... when we were fighting Voldemort... he... he..." before he could finish, Michelle hugged him.
"It's good you talked about it. Crying is a way of dealing. Just cry," she whispered.
"No I can't. I'm the person people look to. I'm a man. My dad probably never cried."
"You're not your father and men can cry. You can be a man and still cry." He broke down. She just rocked him back and forth, stroking his hair and not caring that his tears were soaking her shirt. When he let all his tears out, he sat up, ready to continue the conversation. "Hermione, the Weasleys, Neville, and Luna sound like great people. I would like to meet them."
"Yeah, they're great people. I would have been scared if you said you wanted to meet Draco though."
She wrinkled her nose "Why would I want to meet him? He sounds positively awful."
He laughed. He really truly laughed. The last time he had was beyond recollection.
"So tell me your story."
She shrugged "Nothing has changed much. My dad is still trying to gain custody of me. Like that would ever happen. I mean, he's a murderer." She tried to sound like she was joking, but when he looked into her eyes, he could see the pain that was there. Now that he thought about it, Michelle's eyes looked familiar. "On a lighter note, I'm going to be going to a boarding school here."
"Where?"
"Somewhere in the country," she waved a hand to show that she had no clue. "I'm taking a train at eleven on platform ten on September first."
Uh oh, that would be a problem. He had to see her off as well as get on the Hogwarts Express at the same time. It would be tough to leave unnoticed. They could probably just arrive early and separate early.
"You alright?"
"What? Oh... I'm leaving at the exact same time at platform nine."
"That's so great! We can pretty much leave together." Her voice held fake enthusiasm, and he could tell. There was nothing he could do, he would have to play it by ear.
"Good bye Michelle, We'll miss you greatly." Petunia hugged Michelle at the entrance to King's Cross Station.
"I'll see if I can visit during the Winter and Spring holidays." She hugged Vernon and then walked over to Dudley. "Good bye Dudley," she hugged him tightly and the turned around, pushing her cart towards Harry, leaving Dudley beat red.
After they were out of earshot, Harry turned to her. "How do you do that?"
"What?"
"Get Dudley to blush."
She winked at him "Feminine charm."
Harry rolled his eyes at the statement "Whatever you say."
They continued towards their respective platforms, reminiscing about times long gone. Soon they were at Platform nine, and Harry got nervous. "Um... well, this is my... um... platform."
She was about to say something, when multiple voices shouted across the station "Harry!" A small group of redheads ran towards him.
"Oh... I guess you'll get to meet the Weasleys."
Bill came up to Harry and nudged him, "Who's your friend?" he winked, making Michelle blush considerable.
"Everyone, this is Michelle Lieberman. Michelle, this is Bill," he signalled towards the man next to him with long flaming red hair and a tooth earing hanging from one ear "Mrs. Weasley," the plump mother who had flaming red hair and a jolly smile, "Mr. Weasley," a man who was balding and had a ring of remaining red hair "Percy," Percy had hair like the others, but had an upturned nose that gave him an egotistical appearance "Ginny," the small girl with eyes that held cunning and mock innocence "Fred and George," the twins were slightly short and a bit pudgy "and Ron," ton was tall and gawky, but he grew a bit of muscle.
"Did you think you weren't going to introduce me?" Hermione stepped out of the crowd of flaming hair. "I'm Hermione Granger."
"It's a pleasure to meet you," she curtsied "Harry has told me so much about you." Mr. Weasley stepped forward and shook her hand "Are you a muggle?"
"A what? Oh, you mean people who can't go to Harry's school. Yes, then I'm afraid I am." Mrs. Weasley shook her head and Ginny giggled. "Obviously I missed something. Anyway, I have a train to catch," she hugged Harry, and then walked off before Harry could say a goodbye himself.
Harry shrugged it off and walked over to the platform barrier to platform nine and three quarters, entering it before anyone could comment.