Swept Into The Wind:
Chapters three: Of Yell Off's and Vampires
By:chocolateswirl88
"No kidding." Harry muttered to Nevile, whom currently and uncharacteristically stood strong next to himself. He inwardly smirked as he gave a sympathetic to the Dursleys. "Don't worry about me. They can't do anything to me. If they want Voldemort gone, they need me alive. You go on ahead and go and wander the pub. Nevile and I will be around soon." The Dursleys left and casually walked down Diagon Alley, used to the odd happenings around them.
"Harry!" Hermione yelled. Yes indeed she yelled. Harry mocked flinched and set his pets' cages down on the ground. "Harry, what is going on here?!" He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his white tshirted chest. "What did you DO to yourself?"
"Umm, new look?" Hermione opened and closed her mouth many times, too enraged to even say anything mean or discriminating. In her case, a bit of both. His eyes wandered over Ron, who looked shocked, angry, and possibly upset.
"Why haven't you written?!" Hermione seemed to gather her words. "We've been worried about you Harry! Remus and all the teachers wouldn't answer us to see if you were alright. You could have been dead for all we knew!" Her face had gone slightly pink with as she let a lot of frustration loose. Harry stood and listened, a skeptical look on his face. 'Why. Didn't. you. Write?!!"
"Was there something special you wanted me to put in the letters? Oh, like, 'I'm fine. The Dursley's are treating me terribly and I'm upset about the lack of letters from my best friends!' Come on Hermione, I don't stoop that low." He waited for her to say something, but when she didn't speak, he went on. "You never wrote me. Not ONCE! You and Ron alike. Do you even realize how much that hurts? I waited for weeks for you to write me just to see how I'm doing. But no, you're too wrapped up in eachother to even remember one of your own friends. Thanks, for discluding me, and giving me an excuse to change who I am." He turned on his heel, picked up Veronique and Olivia. "Come on Nevile. I think I want an ice cream."
"Alright, let's go."
"Nevile, don't you go anywhere! Harry you stay put!"
"Are you my mother? Wait, oops, I forgot. I don't have one."
"Harry James Potter! That was a rude statement!" Mrs. Weasley looked infuriated. Harry shrugged her glare off easily. "You're parents loved you!
"Yeah, I know they did."
"Then be more respectfull!"
"You know, they're watching you right now. And I'm sure they wouldn't aprove of your behavior. Mine they could deal with." Nevile and Harry quickly swept through Madam Milkins and strode down to the new ice cream parlor. They sat in silence in what seemed like hours before the Dursley's caught up with them.
"How did it go over?" Vernon asked, setting down Harry's school supplies. "No one dead?"
"No." Harry's voice was flat. Mentally, he was fuming and crying at the same time. "Whatever. I think we had better be getting back. Riley said she'd be home sometime around supper. I want to be there when she gets back." Petunia nodded and stood, helping Harry with Olivia's cage. "Thanks." He gave a grin. "Hey Nevile, I'll be sure to send you an owl soon. If Ron and Hermione start asking questions, start blocking their owls if you have too. Beware for a howler from Granger. I'm afraid their rather nasty." Nevile gave a grin, waved good-bye, and dissappeared off into the crowd.
As they walked through the leaky culdron and back out to the car, Harry was silent. His mind reeled a hundred miles a minute, trying to sort out his emotions and the sudden urge to hex Ron into the next milinium. The car ride home was filled with quiet chatter from the Dursley's. Harry's voice remained hidden inside his vocal cords, afraid he'd say something he wouldn't mean, and worse, something he may very well regret.
They drove into the driveway, clambering out and taking all the packages into Harry's room before biding him good night and trudging off to bed. Harry prepared for bed, letting his pets out and nestling deep under his covers. As he drifted in a blissfull sleep, away into the distance a white haired girl yelled with anger and frustration as three vampires jumped onto her train. The ringleader lowered his hood.
"Malfoy!" She hissed, her eyes turning as white as her hair. The blonde grinned, then lunged straight for her neck.
