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Pirate Bitch Nut - Er...Oh, I don't know, call it "Boogyboogy!" Alas! Anyway, sounds good, just, why did you make Draco into a stoner? Other than that, sounds interesting. Update soon and make the chapters longer. I made Draco a stoner because stoners are fun.
SilverandSilent - I'd have to know more about the story. I know that right now I'm in love with a blonde stoner and it sucks cause I don't want to be. I'd call it something like Glass Mirror because in my oppinion that's how they see the world, through a mirror. It's backwards and they don't know which way's up... I could go in to this in more detail but I broke my arm so typing kinda hurts... I talk with people who drug problems and they just think it's fun and after a while they're lost so I'd call it glass mirror. Thank you for the title. That one made the most sense. And I am in the same situation you are in. I love a blonde stoner, but wish I wasn't.
rebecca - Greetings from Albany, OR!
I happen to know for a fact that there isn't a Hogwarts High in Portland--or at least the last time I checked there wasn't. It must be new. There's three or four Fredy's though. :) Sorry, I know that there is no Hogwarts High School in Portland, but the only school I know my way around in is the school I go to. I hope it isn't a problem that I don't wish to reveal what school I go to.
Thank all of you for your reviews. I feel so special!
CHAPTER 2
It had been two days since Harry's run-in with Ron. He had spent most of that time unpacking all of his belongings and helping his parents out with setting up all the other rooms. Finally, the family had finished with their house and Harry found himself bored. He struggled to find the napkin Ron had written his phone number on.
Ringing
"Hello?" asked a girlish voice.
"Is Ron available?" Harry asked her.
"Sure, hold on." He heard her put down the phone and shout for Ron.
"Hello?" Ron asked.
"Hi, this is Harry."
"Harry?" Ron asked, clearly not remembering the boy.
"Yeah. We met in Subway a few days ago." Harry stated impatiently.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry I forgot. I was just on my way out to meet with some friends. Would you like to join us?"
"Sure. Where do I go?"
"We normally meet at Round Table."
"Yeah, I know where that is." Harry only knew because he passed by it when he got lost looking for the store.
"Cool. I'll meet you there in like ten minutes."
"See you there."
They hung up. Harry ran down the stairs and grabbed the keys. Before he could get out the door, his mother stopped him.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"I'm going to Round Table," Harry said quickly.
"Oh, could you bring us back a pepperoni pizza?" she asked kindly.
"Actually, I might not be home for a while. I'm meeting someone there."
"You've already made a friend? When?" she asked her son protectively.
"When I went to buy food two days ago," Harry replied.
"Well, have fun," she told him, okaying it for him to leave.
"Thanks mom," He said as he stormed out the door, ready to leave the house he was already getting tired of.
After getting lost a few times, Harry finally made it to the pizza place. As he entered he noticed the familiar redhead in the back,
surrounded by friends.
Harry began to rethink his decision to come. He turned to leave, but was stopped by a hand on his arm. He turned to see a
beautiful girl with flowing black hair, and quizzical brown eyes. She smiled, and the world stopped.
"Hi, I'm Cho. You must be Harry. Ron was telling us you'd be here," she said in a light voice.
"Yeah, I just moved here from Surrey," Harry told her shyly.
"Oh, cute accent," Cho said, making Harry blush. Suddenly, he didn't feel like leaving anymore.
"Hey Harry! Come sit with us," Ron shouted.
Harry made his way to the crowded table, and sat next to Ron.
Ron leaned over to Harry and whispered, "Don't pay Cho any mind. She's the local slut." Then he spoke so everyone could
hear him. "Everyone, this is Harry." All the people there smiled and greeted him.
A shy looking girl with bushy hair held out her hand for him to shake. "I'm Hermione, Ron's girlfriend."
The chubby boy beside her smiled at Harry. "I'm Neville."
Next to Neville, were two redheaded twins who looked older than the rest. They spoke in unison, "We're Fred and George,
local pranksters."
A blond girl, obviously a prep, smiled. "I'm Parvati."
The brunette sitting next to Parvati, looked bored. "Hey, I'm Justin."
"Well, that's all of us for now, the rest are still on vacation. We are all Juniors this year. Except Fred and George, they are going
to be Seniors. They are also my older brothers," Ron explained.
"Cool," Harry replied, still a little overwhelmed. He had just moved to America three days ago and was already making friends.
"So, Harry, Tell us about yourself," Hermione demanded.
"I'm sixteen, I'll be a junior this year. I moved here from England, hence the accent." He glanced at Cho and continued, "I have a
little brother that will be a Freshman this year, and I really don't know what else to say."
The nine of them talked for about two hours, getting better acquainted with Harry. He found them to be an interesting bunch of
people. He had a minor crush on Cho that was strictly physical (She was an idiot). Ron seemed like a good guy and had a best
friend quality in him. Hermione was smart and really nice. The twins were good for a laugh. Parvati was loud. Justin didn't seem
like he wanted to be there. And Neville was the kind of boy you couldn't help but feel protective over. Overall, he could see most of them as being close friends in the future.
When he got home his mother was waiting for him in the Livingroom. She looked at him in curiosity. "How did it go, honey?"
Harry smiled at her. "Just fine. I made a lot of new friends."
"That's good. So they go to the same school you do?"
"Yeah, and most of them are Juniors, too."
She smiled. "I'm happy for you." Then she sank into the couch to watch television. Harry walked up the stairs and lay on his
bed, waiting for sleep to take him.
He awoke to a loud scream followed by laughter. He drowsily walked to the livingroom, where his family was gathered, smiled
planted on their faces.
"What's going on?" Harry asked.
His dad turned to him. "Your mother got a job at a really nice restaurant called Shenanigan's near the Willamette River!" he said
excitedly.
"My first job in Portland. Can you believe it? I start on Tuesday."
Harry congratulated his mom with a big hug.
So things were going fine so far. But Harry was a little nervous about school. Though, now his nerves were slightly dulled at the
thought of starting the school year with friends, s opposed to starting it with out anyone. Even his little brother, Robbie, had
made friend with a few kids down the street. Yup, all was going well in the Potter home. And school was rapidly approaching...
Pirate Bitch Nut - Er...Oh, I don't know, call it "Boogyboogy!" Alas! Anyway, sounds good, just, why did you make Draco into a stoner? Other than that, sounds interesting. Update soon and make the chapters longer. I made Draco a stoner because stoners are fun.
SilverandSilent - I'd have to know more about the story. I know that right now I'm in love with a blonde stoner and it sucks cause I don't want to be. I'd call it something like Glass Mirror because in my oppinion that's how they see the world, through a mirror. It's backwards and they don't know which way's up... I could go in to this in more detail but I broke my arm so typing kinda hurts... I talk with people who drug problems and they just think it's fun and after a while they're lost so I'd call it glass mirror. Thank you for the title. That one made the most sense. And I am in the same situation you are in. I love a blonde stoner, but wish I wasn't.
rebecca - Greetings from Albany, OR!
I happen to know for a fact that there isn't a Hogwarts High in Portland--or at least the last time I checked there wasn't. It must be new. There's three or four Fredy's though. :) Sorry, I know that there is no Hogwarts High School in Portland, but the only school I know my way around in is the school I go to. I hope it isn't a problem that I don't wish to reveal what school I go to.
Thank all of you for your reviews. I feel so special!
CHAPTER 2
It had been two days since Harry's run-in with Ron. He had spent most of that time unpacking all of his belongings and helping his parents out with setting up all the other rooms. Finally, the family had finished with their house and Harry found himself bored. He struggled to find the napkin Ron had written his phone number on.
Ringing
"Hello?" asked a girlish voice.
"Is Ron available?" Harry asked her.
"Sure, hold on." He heard her put down the phone and shout for Ron.
"Hello?" Ron asked.
"Hi, this is Harry."
"Harry?" Ron asked, clearly not remembering the boy.
"Yeah. We met in Subway a few days ago." Harry stated impatiently.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry I forgot. I was just on my way out to meet with some friends. Would you like to join us?"
"Sure. Where do I go?"
"We normally meet at Round Table."
"Yeah, I know where that is." Harry only knew because he passed by it when he got lost looking for the store.
"Cool. I'll meet you there in like ten minutes."
"See you there."
They hung up. Harry ran down the stairs and grabbed the keys. Before he could get out the door, his mother stopped him.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"I'm going to Round Table," Harry said quickly.
"Oh, could you bring us back a pepperoni pizza?" she asked kindly.
"Actually, I might not be home for a while. I'm meeting someone there."
"You've already made a friend? When?" she asked her son protectively.
"When I went to buy food two days ago," Harry replied.
"Well, have fun," she told him, okaying it for him to leave.
"Thanks mom," He said as he stormed out the door, ready to leave the house he was already getting tired of.
After getting lost a few times, Harry finally made it to the pizza place. As he entered he noticed the familiar redhead in the back,
surrounded by friends.
Harry began to rethink his decision to come. He turned to leave, but was stopped by a hand on his arm. He turned to see a
beautiful girl with flowing black hair, and quizzical brown eyes. She smiled, and the world stopped.
"Hi, I'm Cho. You must be Harry. Ron was telling us you'd be here," she said in a light voice.
"Yeah, I just moved here from Surrey," Harry told her shyly.
"Oh, cute accent," Cho said, making Harry blush. Suddenly, he didn't feel like leaving anymore.
"Hey Harry! Come sit with us," Ron shouted.
Harry made his way to the crowded table, and sat next to Ron.
Ron leaned over to Harry and whispered, "Don't pay Cho any mind. She's the local slut." Then he spoke so everyone could
hear him. "Everyone, this is Harry." All the people there smiled and greeted him.
A shy looking girl with bushy hair held out her hand for him to shake. "I'm Hermione, Ron's girlfriend."
The chubby boy beside her smiled at Harry. "I'm Neville."
Next to Neville, were two redheaded twins who looked older than the rest. They spoke in unison, "We're Fred and George,
local pranksters."
A blond girl, obviously a prep, smiled. "I'm Parvati."
The brunette sitting next to Parvati, looked bored. "Hey, I'm Justin."
"Well, that's all of us for now, the rest are still on vacation. We are all Juniors this year. Except Fred and George, they are going
to be Seniors. They are also my older brothers," Ron explained.
"Cool," Harry replied, still a little overwhelmed. He had just moved to America three days ago and was already making friends.
"So, Harry, Tell us about yourself," Hermione demanded.
"I'm sixteen, I'll be a junior this year. I moved here from England, hence the accent." He glanced at Cho and continued, "I have a
little brother that will be a Freshman this year, and I really don't know what else to say."
The nine of them talked for about two hours, getting better acquainted with Harry. He found them to be an interesting bunch of
people. He had a minor crush on Cho that was strictly physical (She was an idiot). Ron seemed like a good guy and had a best
friend quality in him. Hermione was smart and really nice. The twins were good for a laugh. Parvati was loud. Justin didn't seem
like he wanted to be there. And Neville was the kind of boy you couldn't help but feel protective over. Overall, he could see most of them as being close friends in the future.
When he got home his mother was waiting for him in the Livingroom. She looked at him in curiosity. "How did it go, honey?"
Harry smiled at her. "Just fine. I made a lot of new friends."
"That's good. So they go to the same school you do?"
"Yeah, and most of them are Juniors, too."
She smiled. "I'm happy for you." Then she sank into the couch to watch television. Harry walked up the stairs and lay on his
bed, waiting for sleep to take him.
He awoke to a loud scream followed by laughter. He drowsily walked to the livingroom, where his family was gathered, smiled
planted on their faces.
"What's going on?" Harry asked.
His dad turned to him. "Your mother got a job at a really nice restaurant called Shenanigan's near the Willamette River!" he said
excitedly.
"My first job in Portland. Can you believe it? I start on Tuesday."
Harry congratulated his mom with a big hug.
So things were going fine so far. But Harry was a little nervous about school. Though, now his nerves were slightly dulled at the
thought of starting the school year with friends, s opposed to starting it with out anyone. Even his little brother, Robbie, had
made friend with a few kids down the street. Yup, all was going well in the Potter home. And school was rapidly approaching...