Disclaimer: Again? NO, its not mine!
A/N: Well I'm posting for my own pleasure, since no one reviewed my first chapter.
Harry ran to his small window and carefully pulled back a corner of the curtain.
"Sillas, what did I tell you today? You can't go around waving your wand like that! This is a muggle residential, for goodness sake!"
"Elias, I just thought it would make the move faster, its late, and I want to go to BED!"
Harry could do nothing but stare. The words work spoken with thick American accents and these accents were moving in across the street. He could see what the girl Sillas had tried to do with her spell; the furniture was still floating in the air. The man, Elias, mutter a few words under his breath and the tables, chairs, and sofa lowered slowly to the ground.
Sillas groaned," You do not honestly believe that I am going to CARRY all this in the house?"
"Look," came the response," I will take care of it, ok?"
Harry, knowing that it was not the best way to stay safe, quietly snuck down the stairs, avoiding the one that creaks. He opened the front door and tip-toed out onto the dark porch. At eye level he could get a better view of the new neighbors. Sillas looked no older than Harry. Her rectangle glasses flashed in the moonlight and her brown hair was in a tight ponytail at the base of her neck. She was in muggle cloths and was twirling a long, white wand in her left hand. To the contrary, Elias looked to be in his late 30's and was dressed in wizarding robes. His hair was an unkempt blonde that looked like it needed a cut. Elias was, also, starring in Harry's direction.
Harry, guessing he had been seen walked slowly forward with his arm half raised so neither would think he was a threat. Sillas, finally noticing that they had company, quickly stuck her wand up her sleeve and waved sheepishly at the boy who was now crossing the street. Elias was trying to handle the situation.
",Er, h-hello there, we're your um, new neighbors." Elias, looked down at his robes and, even in the moonlight, Harry could see a blush working up the man's cheeks. "Oh, er, my c-cloths," he stammered. "You see, I, er..."
Harry decided the polite thing to do would be to save the poor man," It's alright," Harry grinned, "I'm not a muggle. I'm..."
Harry never got to
finish saying who he was. He was interrupted by a loud CRACK and a
large hand on his shoulder. Starting, Harry tried to jump away from
the grip. He turned to see a shiny bald head and a gold earring.
Seeing this Harry was able to breathe again.
"Kingsley,"
was all Harry could say before the large man with the deep voice
pulled him away from the two strange people in front of him.
"Hello!" Elias started but Kingsley interrupted
"Who are you?" Harry noticed for the first time that Kingsley had his wand pointed at the newcomers.
"Uh, m-my name is Elias Solaris and this is my niece, Sillas. We just moved here from Colorado. I was t-transferred to Brittan to, uh, help out; I'm an auror."
Kingsley still didn't lower his wand. "Where is your work information?" was the response.
"Uh, h-here," Elias slowly pulled a packet from his inner pocket and held it out for Kingsley to take.
The documents seemed to be in order, in Harry's opinion, because Kingsley lowered his wand and shook Elias' hand.
"Um, Elias, what's going on?" came the whisper from Sillas.
"Never mind," was the short reply. The two adults walked a little distance away and started talking in a low voice.
"Okay, then,"
Sillas muttered under her breath. She then turned and smiled at
Harry," Hi, we were never properly introduced. I'm Sillas
Solaris, that guy over there is my uncle."
Harry smiled,"
I'm Harry. Harry Potter."
A/N: Yeah, I added an American to the story, but what do you want from me? I'm American. Please R&R, even if it's a flame, it's better than nothing!
