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Part 3
Sillas gave a wry smile," I thought you looked familiar. Of course."
There were a few awkward moments of silence where the two teens just stood there. Finally Harry broke the tension," So, your uncle is an auror?"
"Yeah, but he's not that good anymore."
"Anymore?"
"Um, yeah, he used to be really, really good, but, well, some bad things happened and now he's afraid of his own shadow."
Harry, not wanting to pry, let the subject close. Kingsley and Elias returned to the two young figures. Harry noticed that Kingsley looked much more relaxed and even seemed pleased with something. When he looked at Harry his face turned serious.
"Harry, you know you are supposed to be more careful." This mad Harry's hair-trigger anger flair.
"You know, Kingsley, I CAN take care of myself. I faced Voldemort 5 times and I'm still here."
At the sound of that name everyone flinched. Kingsley looked angry, Elias had turned pale, and Sillas was looking at Harry with appraising eyes.
Kingsley cleared his throat," Even so, you shouldn't be wandering around at this time of night."
Harry sighed, his anger gone as quickly as it had come. Kingsley was right of course, it was a stupid thing to do.
"I know, I know," was Harry's response. "Well, I'm sorry I interrupted you moving in," he turned to Elias with an apologetic face. Elias smiled.
"No problem,
no problem. I'm sorry if we disturbed you with our arguing."
Sillas smiled at Harry and held out her hand. Harry shook and was
surprised at how cold it was.
"Maybe we can talk some more tomorrow Harry. I'm trying to get into Hogwarts to finish my final year of school, but I have to speak with the headmaster. Maybe you can tell me what he and the school are like?"
Harry for the first time since he came back to Privet Drive, felt happy.
"Sure, Professor Dumbledore's great, and Hogwarts is my real home. We'll talk tomorrow."
And with that Harry said his goodnights and walked back to his porch with Kingsley beside him.
"Harry, be
careful. You know you can't talk about certain things with that girl,
right?"
"Yes, I know that."
"Alright then off you go."
And with that there was a loud CRACK and Kingsley was gone.
Harry slowly made his way back to his room. It was late and his eyes were itching with tiredness, but Harry decided to write to Ron and Hermione, his two best friends. He pulled out his parchment and quill and began writing.
Dear Ron and Hermione (if you are there),
You'll probably hear this through the sources, but I have a new neighbor who is a witch. She was casting spells in the middle of the night. Her name is Sillas Solaris, she's American. Sillas says she may be going to Hogwarts, but is that possible? Ask Hermione what the rules for foreign exchange students are. I'm alright; the muggles aren't being too bad.
Harry
Harry folded the paper and put it in a plain envelope, writing Ron's name on the front and set it aside. Hedwig, his faithful snowy owl, was out hunting. When she returned he would send her off.
He yawned and looked at the alarm clock. 3:30 AM. Harry marked another day off on his calendar, took off his glasses and crawled into bed. The last thing he heard was Sillas' voice floating through his open window.
"I am NOT CARRYING ANYTHING ELIAS!"
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