Harry looked at the girl standing in front of them, she was petite, blond
thing. Her hair curly and her blue eyes glistening with excitement.
"Draco?" she asked, staring deeply at Draco. His face clouded over in confusion.
"Yes?" He answered slowly.
"Its me Meribeth. Don't you remember me?" She asked, touching his arm lightly.
"Meribeth Hart? I haven't see you in years! What have you been up to?" Draco asked. Harry smiled lightly, and continued down the row of clothes, listening to their light chatter. It seemed Draco and this Meribeth went to the same daycare, and were obviously quite close. Harry turned around as he heard his name (James) being mentioned.
"I'm terrible sorry. This is James, one of my friends from school." Draco was saying.
Meribeth cast a cool glance over Harry's way. "Pleased to meet you." She purred.
"Like wise." Harry answered, offering her a hand. She took it gracefully and gave him a strong shake.
She looked at him, closer this time. "Do I know you from somewhere?" She asked.
"I don't believe so. I'm a transfer student from the Salem School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the states." Harry quickly lied.
"I see." She said slowly, as though not believing a word he said. "And are you of the pure?" Her eyes trying to hold his.
"If by meaning I am a pureblood, then yes, but if you mean that I am innocent," Harry gave a harsh laugh, masking the pains he felt from all the death he'd caused, "well lets just say I could be hardly called innocent." Meribeth seemed content with his answer, and even offered a small smile.
I take it she's not a people-person. Harry muttered to Draco.
I don't get it, normally she's very friendly. Draco answered.
Maybe she recognizes me. Harry said, picking up the blue robe he had accidentally dropped.
Better not let her see that scar. Maybe we should try and find some way of hiding it. I'm sure there is some spell to cover it. Draco said.
Yeah, I've been looking into it. Harry paused. I'm going to try this stuff on, you coming with?
Yes, just let me get rid of Meribeth. Draco replied. Harry nodded, and walked towards the dressing rooms. He could hear Draco talking to Meribeth in his mind, and kept a loose contact with him, as he tried on the various clothes he had chosen. Five minutes later, Draco joined him in the dressing room, after successfully getting rid of Meribeth.
Harry walked out as Draco finished, both piles had been greatly reduced, and they headed to the checkout silently.
As they opened the door, Harry turned to Draco. "Well, what should we do now? Its only six thirty."
"Well, we could go over to the circus and see if we can find Rayne." Draco said, wiggling his eyebrows at Harry. Harry laughed and slapped Draco on the back.
Lets get some dinner first. Harry replied, leading the way to a small diner he had seen earlier. They entered the quiet diner, and Draco chose a booth in the corner.
Immediately a waitress came over and took their orders. Draco looked at Harry as the waitress hurried away with their orders.
"Now about the spell to hide that," He said pointing to Harry's head. "What have you found?"
Harry smiled at the waitress as she placed two butterbeers on the table.
He waited until she was out of hearing. "Nothing really, most spells I use don't work on it because it is a magic scar." Harry told him, as he fiddled with the straw in his glass.
Draco sat back to think for a moment. "What about the spell the Deatheaters use to cover their tattoo? Have you tried it?" He asked.
"I've looked into it, but the spell tied to the tattoo. And since I already have the scar, the spell he used won't work." Harry explained.
"Hmm, what about some medicine? Pills or some potion?" Asked Draco.
"I've looked into that too, there was nothing I could find in the books in the library." Harry said.
"Well, what about actually going to a Potions shop? They might have something of use." Draco replied mockingly.
"And what should I tell them?" Harry asked. Hello, I'm Harry Potter. I'm running away from the wizarding community because they are all trying to use me, do you think you have something to cover up the scar Voldemort gave me when I wasn't even a year old. You see, I don't want to be recognized.
"Well, it might work." Draco said slowly. He rolled his eyes as Harry gave him a look. "Don't look at me like that. If we find someone trusting enough, maybe we'll be able to find something. Or we could just not tell them who you are and see if we can get something for you." He pauses to think. "Actually I know a place that might be helpful. Its just a little south of London, and they might have something."
"But." Harry said, knowing what was coming next.
"But its a dark arts store." He hurried on as Harry gave him another look. "I swear they'll have something."
"Maybe." Harry told him, as their food arrived. Harry smiled a 'thank you' to the waitress.
Draco gave him an exasperated sigh. "All right, fine, first we'll go to the Potions Store, here in town, then if then don't have anything, we'll go visit the one your talking about. And if they don't have anything, well, it'll be your head." Harry told him, taking a bit of his sandwich.
"Sounds good to me." Draco said, grinning. "So about this Rayne, what do you think of her?" He asked, innocently, at least until the underlying mischief showed through.
"What are you talking about? First of all we just met her and we talked to her, what a whole of two minutes? Secondly you can read my mind." Harry snapped.
"Sorry," Draco stuttered. Then he paused a moment. "So you think she's cute?" Harry groaned in annoyance, and didn't bother to dignify Draco with an answer. "So you DO think she's cute! Aw, that's so cute!"
Draco, one more word from you, and I'll personally ship you back to Hogwarts. In a cardboard BOX! Harry told him, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.
"Touchy." Draco murmured, a grin upon his face.
Harry slowly put down his sandwich, and gave Draco a leveled gaze. "So," He paused a moment, his voice calm and cold. "What about Ginny?"
Draco faltered a moment before saying. "What about her?"
"Do YOU think she's cute?" Harry asked, not taking his eyes off Draco's face.
"Of course." He said slowly.
"Mmm hmm, and what have you two been doing? I know you two were sneaking around before we left." Harry stated calmly. Draco's face paled before turning red.
"H-how did you find out?" He stuttered.
Harry rolled his eyes. "We do share a connection. Besides, you two were so obvious."
If possible Draco's face went paler, he could almost rival Ron's embarrassed face. Harry laughed, "I'm kidding. Jeez, you should see your face."
Draco emitted a low growl, and picked up his sandwich, ignoring Harry. "What? You can't take a little teasing?" Draco kept silent. "Fine." Harry grinned.
I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves. Everybody's nerves. Everybody's nerves. I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves. And this is how it goes. Harry took a deep breath and started again, this time going faster. I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves. Everybody's nerves. Everybody's nerves. I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves. And this is how it goes. He took another deep breath and started again, faster, and he continued this way for a few minutes before Draco snapped.
"STOP IT!" He roared.
"What? Am I not allowed to sing to myself?" Harry asked innocently, as he waves to the frightened waitress.
"No." Draco hissed. Harry rolled his eyes and they ate in silence for a while. Draco looked at Harry briefly, and scowled. "You have that song stuck in my head."
"Oh, really? I am so sorry for that. It wasn't my intention." Harry told him sarcastically. Draco grumbled, as he finished his sandwich. He checked the watch on the wall.
"What time did Rayne say to meet her?"
"She told us, that the show started at eight. She didn't say to meet her anywhere." Harry snapped.
"All right, I guess once we are finished, we can head over to the circus and see if we can find her." Draco said.
"All right." Harry told him, as he too finished his sandwich. He took the last bit of his butterbeer in one gulp, and stood up. "Come on, if we're going to see the show we should probably go now so we can hit the potions store before it starts." Draco stood with him, and took out a handful of money. He and Harry both placed the owed amount on the table, plus a little extra, and walked out.
Down the street, they entered a small dark store. As Draco looked around at the bottles, Harry immediately went to the counter. The old witch looked up, and scowled, as she put down her magazine.
"Excuse me, Madam, but do you happen to carry a potion that can cause a scar to disappear?" Harry asked politely.
"Why don't you just use a spell?" She replied in a rough, scratchy voice.
"Because this scar was made by a curse gone awry." Harry told her.
With a roll of the eyes, she pointed to the back corner, and said. "Check in the corner. If we carry it, it should be back there."
Harry thanked the witch, and walked to the corner. Draco met him there. "Damn, she's creepy looking." He whispered.
Harry nodded, and picked up a potion that looked promising. "She said that if they carry the potion, then its somewhere back here."
Draco glanced at the potions. "Do you think it might be here?" He asked.
"I don't think, I know." He said, holding up a dark green bottle with .
Draco peered at it. "Curious." He said. That the potion to cover up the spell Voldemort gave you, is in a green bottle. Harry raised an eyebrow at him. Well, green is like his favorite color. All his curses are done with green light.
Harry looked at the bottle in his hands with a new light, and shrugged his shoulders. He walked up to the woman at the counter, and places the bottle on the smooth surface.
"You want that?" She snapped.
"If he didn't then why would he bring it up here?" Draco snapped back.
"That is one of the most powerful appearance changing potions. Once you take it, you can only change back to how you are now by the counter potion." The old woman told them, in a much softer voice.
"Well, then if that's the case. Then do you carry the counter potion?" Harry asked.
"Nope." She grinned a toothless grin.
"Then what is the point of carrying this potion?" Draco asked, irritated.
The old woman shook her head, unsure herself why they carry it. "Do you still want the potion?"
"Yes." Harry replied, pulling out the required amount of money.
At the sight of the money, the old witch perked up. "You might be able to find the counter potion in some of the bigger stores, many of the ones in London carry it."
"Thank you." Harry told her, handing her the money. With a sneer at the old woman, Draco headed out, as Harry followed, pocketing the potion.
Outside Harry checked his watch. "All right, lets go to the show." Draco glanced at Harry's watch.
"We'll probably get there in time for the show. I guess we'll visit Rayne afterwards." Draco said, as they started walking down the street towards Town Hall.
"Have you ever been to a wizard circus?" Harry asked Draco, interrupting the silence that had fallen between them.
"No, my father was busy with other things." Draco said. Harry let it drop at that, knowing how bad his childhood was. They walked in silence to the Town Hall, and back behind it to the circus.
The large red tent was the first thing that caught their eyes. The second was the massive crowd.
"Wow." Draco whispered.
"That's a lot of people." Harry said, staring at the crowd in front of them. "Well, we better go get some good seats." Together they pushed their way towards the tent's opening. They took a seat on the first rows, near the middle ring. All in all there were three rings, the middle ring being the biggest, and the other tow being slightly smaller.
More people filled in, taking up many of the seats around them. I don't like this very much. Harry thought, watching the people around him with a careful glare.
Don't worry, no one is going to attack us in the middle of this crowd. Draco replied reassuringly.
Oh yeah, you know that's what everyone thinks before Voldie attacks them in the street. Harry said.
Draco snickers. Voldie? Now that is a name I can say without fear.
Good to know Harry said, as the lights dimmed. Shh. The shows about to start.
Oh yes, and we must be quiet so you can watch Rayne in peace. Draco teased, but because it was dark he didn't duck for the punch Harry delivered to his shoulder.
Don't tease me. I know Ginny, she'll believe anything I say about you. Harry warned.
Is that a threat? Draco asked, slightly worried.
Always.
A/N I am soooooo sorry for taking so long! I've had this huge writers block and I couldn't get past it. Now I can only write during school hours because my computer is down. Oh why must life be so hard? Anyways, once summer rolls along I should have more time to write more chapters, so once again they'll probably be coming every few weeks. But that won't be until June-ish. Thank you so much for the reviews!! You guys are the best! And thank you to all you who are waiting patently for me to get my butt in gear. You guys are the sht!!! Hopefully I will have the next chapter up sooner then I did this one. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!! Now all you have to do is hit that little button down there and review for this chapter. Come on, you know you want to! Gotta love peer pressure! LOL!
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"Draco?" she asked, staring deeply at Draco. His face clouded over in confusion.
"Yes?" He answered slowly.
"Its me Meribeth. Don't you remember me?" She asked, touching his arm lightly.
"Meribeth Hart? I haven't see you in years! What have you been up to?" Draco asked. Harry smiled lightly, and continued down the row of clothes, listening to their light chatter. It seemed Draco and this Meribeth went to the same daycare, and were obviously quite close. Harry turned around as he heard his name (James) being mentioned.
"I'm terrible sorry. This is James, one of my friends from school." Draco was saying.
Meribeth cast a cool glance over Harry's way. "Pleased to meet you." She purred.
"Like wise." Harry answered, offering her a hand. She took it gracefully and gave him a strong shake.
She looked at him, closer this time. "Do I know you from somewhere?" She asked.
"I don't believe so. I'm a transfer student from the Salem School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the states." Harry quickly lied.
"I see." She said slowly, as though not believing a word he said. "And are you of the pure?" Her eyes trying to hold his.
"If by meaning I am a pureblood, then yes, but if you mean that I am innocent," Harry gave a harsh laugh, masking the pains he felt from all the death he'd caused, "well lets just say I could be hardly called innocent." Meribeth seemed content with his answer, and even offered a small smile.
I take it she's not a people-person. Harry muttered to Draco.
I don't get it, normally she's very friendly. Draco answered.
Maybe she recognizes me. Harry said, picking up the blue robe he had accidentally dropped.
Better not let her see that scar. Maybe we should try and find some way of hiding it. I'm sure there is some spell to cover it. Draco said.
Yeah, I've been looking into it. Harry paused. I'm going to try this stuff on, you coming with?
Yes, just let me get rid of Meribeth. Draco replied. Harry nodded, and walked towards the dressing rooms. He could hear Draco talking to Meribeth in his mind, and kept a loose contact with him, as he tried on the various clothes he had chosen. Five minutes later, Draco joined him in the dressing room, after successfully getting rid of Meribeth.
Harry walked out as Draco finished, both piles had been greatly reduced, and they headed to the checkout silently.
As they opened the door, Harry turned to Draco. "Well, what should we do now? Its only six thirty."
"Well, we could go over to the circus and see if we can find Rayne." Draco said, wiggling his eyebrows at Harry. Harry laughed and slapped Draco on the back.
Lets get some dinner first. Harry replied, leading the way to a small diner he had seen earlier. They entered the quiet diner, and Draco chose a booth in the corner.
Immediately a waitress came over and took their orders. Draco looked at Harry as the waitress hurried away with their orders.
"Now about the spell to hide that," He said pointing to Harry's head. "What have you found?"
Harry smiled at the waitress as she placed two butterbeers on the table.
He waited until she was out of hearing. "Nothing really, most spells I use don't work on it because it is a magic scar." Harry told him, as he fiddled with the straw in his glass.
Draco sat back to think for a moment. "What about the spell the Deatheaters use to cover their tattoo? Have you tried it?" He asked.
"I've looked into it, but the spell tied to the tattoo. And since I already have the scar, the spell he used won't work." Harry explained.
"Hmm, what about some medicine? Pills or some potion?" Asked Draco.
"I've looked into that too, there was nothing I could find in the books in the library." Harry said.
"Well, what about actually going to a Potions shop? They might have something of use." Draco replied mockingly.
"And what should I tell them?" Harry asked. Hello, I'm Harry Potter. I'm running away from the wizarding community because they are all trying to use me, do you think you have something to cover up the scar Voldemort gave me when I wasn't even a year old. You see, I don't want to be recognized.
"Well, it might work." Draco said slowly. He rolled his eyes as Harry gave him a look. "Don't look at me like that. If we find someone trusting enough, maybe we'll be able to find something. Or we could just not tell them who you are and see if we can get something for you." He pauses to think. "Actually I know a place that might be helpful. Its just a little south of London, and they might have something."
"But." Harry said, knowing what was coming next.
"But its a dark arts store." He hurried on as Harry gave him another look. "I swear they'll have something."
"Maybe." Harry told him, as their food arrived. Harry smiled a 'thank you' to the waitress.
Draco gave him an exasperated sigh. "All right, fine, first we'll go to the Potions Store, here in town, then if then don't have anything, we'll go visit the one your talking about. And if they don't have anything, well, it'll be your head." Harry told him, taking a bit of his sandwich.
"Sounds good to me." Draco said, grinning. "So about this Rayne, what do you think of her?" He asked, innocently, at least until the underlying mischief showed through.
"What are you talking about? First of all we just met her and we talked to her, what a whole of two minutes? Secondly you can read my mind." Harry snapped.
"Sorry," Draco stuttered. Then he paused a moment. "So you think she's cute?" Harry groaned in annoyance, and didn't bother to dignify Draco with an answer. "So you DO think she's cute! Aw, that's so cute!"
Draco, one more word from you, and I'll personally ship you back to Hogwarts. In a cardboard BOX! Harry told him, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.
"Touchy." Draco murmured, a grin upon his face.
Harry slowly put down his sandwich, and gave Draco a leveled gaze. "So," He paused a moment, his voice calm and cold. "What about Ginny?"
Draco faltered a moment before saying. "What about her?"
"Do YOU think she's cute?" Harry asked, not taking his eyes off Draco's face.
"Of course." He said slowly.
"Mmm hmm, and what have you two been doing? I know you two were sneaking around before we left." Harry stated calmly. Draco's face paled before turning red.
"H-how did you find out?" He stuttered.
Harry rolled his eyes. "We do share a connection. Besides, you two were so obvious."
If possible Draco's face went paler, he could almost rival Ron's embarrassed face. Harry laughed, "I'm kidding. Jeez, you should see your face."
Draco emitted a low growl, and picked up his sandwich, ignoring Harry. "What? You can't take a little teasing?" Draco kept silent. "Fine." Harry grinned.
I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves. Everybody's nerves. Everybody's nerves. I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves. And this is how it goes. Harry took a deep breath and started again, this time going faster. I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves. Everybody's nerves. Everybody's nerves. I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves. And this is how it goes. He took another deep breath and started again, faster, and he continued this way for a few minutes before Draco snapped.
"STOP IT!" He roared.
"What? Am I not allowed to sing to myself?" Harry asked innocently, as he waves to the frightened waitress.
"No." Draco hissed. Harry rolled his eyes and they ate in silence for a while. Draco looked at Harry briefly, and scowled. "You have that song stuck in my head."
"Oh, really? I am so sorry for that. It wasn't my intention." Harry told him sarcastically. Draco grumbled, as he finished his sandwich. He checked the watch on the wall.
"What time did Rayne say to meet her?"
"She told us, that the show started at eight. She didn't say to meet her anywhere." Harry snapped.
"All right, I guess once we are finished, we can head over to the circus and see if we can find her." Draco said.
"All right." Harry told him, as he too finished his sandwich. He took the last bit of his butterbeer in one gulp, and stood up. "Come on, if we're going to see the show we should probably go now so we can hit the potions store before it starts." Draco stood with him, and took out a handful of money. He and Harry both placed the owed amount on the table, plus a little extra, and walked out.
Down the street, they entered a small dark store. As Draco looked around at the bottles, Harry immediately went to the counter. The old witch looked up, and scowled, as she put down her magazine.
"Excuse me, Madam, but do you happen to carry a potion that can cause a scar to disappear?" Harry asked politely.
"Why don't you just use a spell?" She replied in a rough, scratchy voice.
"Because this scar was made by a curse gone awry." Harry told her.
With a roll of the eyes, she pointed to the back corner, and said. "Check in the corner. If we carry it, it should be back there."
Harry thanked the witch, and walked to the corner. Draco met him there. "Damn, she's creepy looking." He whispered.
Harry nodded, and picked up a potion that looked promising. "She said that if they carry the potion, then its somewhere back here."
Draco glanced at the potions. "Do you think it might be here?" He asked.
"I don't think, I know." He said, holding up a dark green bottle with .
Draco peered at it. "Curious." He said. That the potion to cover up the spell Voldemort gave you, is in a green bottle. Harry raised an eyebrow at him. Well, green is like his favorite color. All his curses are done with green light.
Harry looked at the bottle in his hands with a new light, and shrugged his shoulders. He walked up to the woman at the counter, and places the bottle on the smooth surface.
"You want that?" She snapped.
"If he didn't then why would he bring it up here?" Draco snapped back.
"That is one of the most powerful appearance changing potions. Once you take it, you can only change back to how you are now by the counter potion." The old woman told them, in a much softer voice.
"Well, then if that's the case. Then do you carry the counter potion?" Harry asked.
"Nope." She grinned a toothless grin.
"Then what is the point of carrying this potion?" Draco asked, irritated.
The old woman shook her head, unsure herself why they carry it. "Do you still want the potion?"
"Yes." Harry replied, pulling out the required amount of money.
At the sight of the money, the old witch perked up. "You might be able to find the counter potion in some of the bigger stores, many of the ones in London carry it."
"Thank you." Harry told her, handing her the money. With a sneer at the old woman, Draco headed out, as Harry followed, pocketing the potion.
Outside Harry checked his watch. "All right, lets go to the show." Draco glanced at Harry's watch.
"We'll probably get there in time for the show. I guess we'll visit Rayne afterwards." Draco said, as they started walking down the street towards Town Hall.
"Have you ever been to a wizard circus?" Harry asked Draco, interrupting the silence that had fallen between them.
"No, my father was busy with other things." Draco said. Harry let it drop at that, knowing how bad his childhood was. They walked in silence to the Town Hall, and back behind it to the circus.
The large red tent was the first thing that caught their eyes. The second was the massive crowd.
"Wow." Draco whispered.
"That's a lot of people." Harry said, staring at the crowd in front of them. "Well, we better go get some good seats." Together they pushed their way towards the tent's opening. They took a seat on the first rows, near the middle ring. All in all there were three rings, the middle ring being the biggest, and the other tow being slightly smaller.
More people filled in, taking up many of the seats around them. I don't like this very much. Harry thought, watching the people around him with a careful glare.
Don't worry, no one is going to attack us in the middle of this crowd. Draco replied reassuringly.
Oh yeah, you know that's what everyone thinks before Voldie attacks them in the street. Harry said.
Draco snickers. Voldie? Now that is a name I can say without fear.
Good to know Harry said, as the lights dimmed. Shh. The shows about to start.
Oh yes, and we must be quiet so you can watch Rayne in peace. Draco teased, but because it was dark he didn't duck for the punch Harry delivered to his shoulder.
Don't tease me. I know Ginny, she'll believe anything I say about you. Harry warned.
Is that a threat? Draco asked, slightly worried.
Always.
A/N I am soooooo sorry for taking so long! I've had this huge writers block and I couldn't get past it. Now I can only write during school hours because my computer is down. Oh why must life be so hard? Anyways, once summer rolls along I should have more time to write more chapters, so once again they'll probably be coming every few weeks. But that won't be until June-ish. Thank you so much for the reviews!! You guys are the best! And thank you to all you who are waiting patently for me to get my butt in gear. You guys are the sht!!! Hopefully I will have the next chapter up sooner then I did this one. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!! Now all you have to do is hit that little button down there and review for this chapter. Come on, you know you want to! Gotta love peer pressure! LOL!
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