Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter cast.
Harry Potter had left all that he had behind. He left all his friends in Surrey, all that he had cherished. The one he missed the most was his beautiful blonde girlfriend, Lavender Brown. They had been dating for a year and were friends years before that. They had grown quite close, closer than he had with any other friends of his. Including his best friend, Blaise Zambini. They had been friends since second grade when Blaise skinned his knee and Harry helped him. Harry was always known for doing what was right. He helped people as much as he could. He was one of the most popular guys in the school, everyone knew and loved him. But this summer was different. This summer his father, James Potter, decided to relocate to Portland, Oregon in the United States.
Harry had been utterly traumatized when he had learned of this. Why did they have to move so far away? He was offered a job teaching Nuclear Physics to college students. It took quite a while for it to sink in that he would probably never see any of his friends again. He was leaving the only environment he had ever known. And what unsettled him even more was that his family didn't seem to have any problem with moving. His father saw it as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. His mother, Lily Potter, was sure she could find a new job as a chef and was happy for her husband. His little brother, Robbie, got all excited and didn't seem to care one bit. As much as he wished he could hate the fourteen year-old, he couldn't.
He seemed to be the only one against the decision of moving, so they boarded the plane and waved good-bye to Surrey, England.
It seemed like forever that they were on that plane. But as night fell Harry felt a light jerk as the plane began to descend. All Harry could do was gawk when he saw the light glow of downtown Portland. How perfectly the lights perfected the tall buildings, how the river beautifully reflected the radiant town.
In that moment of enlightenment, Harry had found a whole new outlook. He decided that from then on he would try to make the best of things while he was getting settled in.
The plane had finally landed. They struggled to find their way around the unfamiliar airport. They took a taxi to their new home which already had all their belongings in it, thanks to James. He didn't want the transition to be too rough on his young sons.
The house was in a nice neighborhood. The grass was gold due to the summer sun. The house itself was completely white with a Victorian style. In the driveway was a black Bronco, which Harry assumed his father had bought. He opened the front door to find a spacious livingroom with black couches, a big-screen TV and hard wood floors. To his left was a door-sized hole in the wall, leading to a kitchen fit for a chef. On the other side of the livingroom was a bathroom and a staircase. Once up the steps he found another bathroom, three bedrooms, and a smaller room he could only guess would be a study.
Harry went back to the room with his boxes in it. It was a decent sized room with a large, east facing window. He untied his shoes, peeled off his socks, and plopped down onto his bare bed. With the weather being how it was, he didn't need blankets. After all the days excitement, Harry was thoroughly worn out. He slept with ease far into the afternoon.
When Harry woke up, he found himself starving. He went downstairs. He found his family watching a DVD in the livingroom. When he got to the fridge, it was empty.
"We don't have any food," he told his mother.
"I know. I was waiting for you to wake up. Could you go to the store for me? I'm still trying to get everything situated." His mom smiled as she organized the DVDs in the entertainment center.
"Sure. Where do I go?"
"I think there is a Fred Meyer's down the street," She told him, giving him the keys to the Bronco and fifty dollars for food.
He took a shower, got dressed, and was out the door in no time. He spent most of his money at the store buying all sorts of different food products. He still had ten bucks left. Harry had seen a Subway on the way to the store earlier, so he decided to go there.
Inside, he waited patiently in line behind a redhead who looked to be his age. The other boy turned around to greet Harry.
"Hello. I don't think I've ever seen you before. Do you go to Hogwarts High?"
"I think. I moved here last night." Harry held out his hand to the stranger. "I'm Harry Potter."
The redhead took his hand and shook it softly. "I'm Ron Weasley. Would you like to come hang out with me and my friends?" He asked politely.
"Rain check? I just got groceries and I need to get them home before my family dies of starvation."
Ron laughed. "Well, here's my phone number. Call me if you ever want to hang out and meet the locals." Ron had taken out a pen and wrote his number on a napkin.
Harry nodded and left with his sub.
When he got home, Harry put away the groceries and gorged down his sandwich.
He sat in his room unpacking and thinking. Life in Portland must not be too bad if he could make friends so easily. Ron seemed like a nice guy. Harry would even call him when he found the time. It would be a lot easier to get to know the area if someone who knew it would show him.
Harry made his way down the staircase.
"Dad? What school am I going to?" Harry asked curiously.
"You and Robbie are going to Hogwarts High School on September first," James told him. "I have already enrolled you."
Harry smiled and went back to his room. So he had three weeks left before school. That suited him just fine. That gave him plenty of time before school started to make new friends so he wouldn't have to be all alone for the first few days of school.
A/N: Please help me name this story. I'm too tired to think right now. Please review and tell me what you think.
Harry Potter had left all that he had behind. He left all his friends in Surrey, all that he had cherished. The one he missed the most was his beautiful blonde girlfriend, Lavender Brown. They had been dating for a year and were friends years before that. They had grown quite close, closer than he had with any other friends of his. Including his best friend, Blaise Zambini. They had been friends since second grade when Blaise skinned his knee and Harry helped him. Harry was always known for doing what was right. He helped people as much as he could. He was one of the most popular guys in the school, everyone knew and loved him. But this summer was different. This summer his father, James Potter, decided to relocate to Portland, Oregon in the United States.
Harry had been utterly traumatized when he had learned of this. Why did they have to move so far away? He was offered a job teaching Nuclear Physics to college students. It took quite a while for it to sink in that he would probably never see any of his friends again. He was leaving the only environment he had ever known. And what unsettled him even more was that his family didn't seem to have any problem with moving. His father saw it as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. His mother, Lily Potter, was sure she could find a new job as a chef and was happy for her husband. His little brother, Robbie, got all excited and didn't seem to care one bit. As much as he wished he could hate the fourteen year-old, he couldn't.
He seemed to be the only one against the decision of moving, so they boarded the plane and waved good-bye to Surrey, England.
It seemed like forever that they were on that plane. But as night fell Harry felt a light jerk as the plane began to descend. All Harry could do was gawk when he saw the light glow of downtown Portland. How perfectly the lights perfected the tall buildings, how the river beautifully reflected the radiant town.
In that moment of enlightenment, Harry had found a whole new outlook. He decided that from then on he would try to make the best of things while he was getting settled in.
The plane had finally landed. They struggled to find their way around the unfamiliar airport. They took a taxi to their new home which already had all their belongings in it, thanks to James. He didn't want the transition to be too rough on his young sons.
The house was in a nice neighborhood. The grass was gold due to the summer sun. The house itself was completely white with a Victorian style. In the driveway was a black Bronco, which Harry assumed his father had bought. He opened the front door to find a spacious livingroom with black couches, a big-screen TV and hard wood floors. To his left was a door-sized hole in the wall, leading to a kitchen fit for a chef. On the other side of the livingroom was a bathroom and a staircase. Once up the steps he found another bathroom, three bedrooms, and a smaller room he could only guess would be a study.
Harry went back to the room with his boxes in it. It was a decent sized room with a large, east facing window. He untied his shoes, peeled off his socks, and plopped down onto his bare bed. With the weather being how it was, he didn't need blankets. After all the days excitement, Harry was thoroughly worn out. He slept with ease far into the afternoon.
When Harry woke up, he found himself starving. He went downstairs. He found his family watching a DVD in the livingroom. When he got to the fridge, it was empty.
"We don't have any food," he told his mother.
"I know. I was waiting for you to wake up. Could you go to the store for me? I'm still trying to get everything situated." His mom smiled as she organized the DVDs in the entertainment center.
"Sure. Where do I go?"
"I think there is a Fred Meyer's down the street," She told him, giving him the keys to the Bronco and fifty dollars for food.
He took a shower, got dressed, and was out the door in no time. He spent most of his money at the store buying all sorts of different food products. He still had ten bucks left. Harry had seen a Subway on the way to the store earlier, so he decided to go there.
Inside, he waited patiently in line behind a redhead who looked to be his age. The other boy turned around to greet Harry.
"Hello. I don't think I've ever seen you before. Do you go to Hogwarts High?"
"I think. I moved here last night." Harry held out his hand to the stranger. "I'm Harry Potter."
The redhead took his hand and shook it softly. "I'm Ron Weasley. Would you like to come hang out with me and my friends?" He asked politely.
"Rain check? I just got groceries and I need to get them home before my family dies of starvation."
Ron laughed. "Well, here's my phone number. Call me if you ever want to hang out and meet the locals." Ron had taken out a pen and wrote his number on a napkin.
Harry nodded and left with his sub.
When he got home, Harry put away the groceries and gorged down his sandwich.
He sat in his room unpacking and thinking. Life in Portland must not be too bad if he could make friends so easily. Ron seemed like a nice guy. Harry would even call him when he found the time. It would be a lot easier to get to know the area if someone who knew it would show him.
Harry made his way down the staircase.
"Dad? What school am I going to?" Harry asked curiously.
"You and Robbie are going to Hogwarts High School on September first," James told him. "I have already enrolled you."
Harry smiled and went back to his room. So he had three weeks left before school. That suited him just fine. That gave him plenty of time before school started to make new friends so he wouldn't have to be all alone for the first few days of school.
A/N: Please help me name this story. I'm too tired to think right now. Please review and tell me what you think.