*/N: I finally have the chance to update! As most of you know, my computer
won't let me update anything. Not sure why. Anyway, I now have someone to
update for me (thanks Xirleb70!). I hope to update again during the week.
Next weekend at the latest.
Thanks to Xirleb70: Go clones! Yay clones! Go, go! La la la ..... I've really got to lay off the sugar; wanderingwolf; athenakitty; LoonyLoopyLisa; Authoress; Dreamweaver; PantherGuide; Nightingale a.k.a. Moonbay; and krazymelmo5385!!!
Okay, one more thing, I've had a bunch of people mention pairings .... anyone have a preference? I still haven't decided who everyone will end up with yet.
CH13: Sighs and Surprises
"There are two rules," Dawn explained as the she, Harry, Draco, and Alex walked down the street towards Sunnydale High. "1 - Don't talk to any nerds and/or geeks. 2 - Don't talk to any jocks, drama club members, or anyone who is more popular than, well, me."
Alex nodded her head in consent, while Draco just looked around curiously at the passing cars. Harry stared at her.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because. I worked very hard to stay in the middle class of the school and, trust me, we could be way worse off."
"Huh?"
"It's High School, Harry," said Alex. "This is a whole new ballgame."
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"Room C149, C149, where is it?" Harry searched the doors for the right room number. "No, that's B149. Uggg, I'm lost."
He was looking for his Biology class..... and having zero luck. Luckily, Luck stepped in and, when he turned the corner, he felt flat on his unlucky back. As luck would have it, he luckily wasn't hurt that badly.*
Harry glanced up and he realized he had slammed into someone.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going," apologized Harry and he helped the girl to her feet.
"Well, you should - " she stopped abruptly, pushing a long blond hair out of her eyes, and smiled sweetly at him. "No, it's - it's my fault. Hi, are you new here?"
"Yeah," Harry responded, slightly puzzled by her changed in moods. "I just transferred."
"Really. An exchange student?"
Harry smiled wryly. "I guess the accent gives me away, huh." She giggled annoyingly and nodded. "I'm from England."
"Cool. Oh! We've got to get to class. Wouldn't want to be late on your first day, right?"
"Hold on. Do you know where room C149 is?"
"You have Mr. G, too?"
He checked his schedule. "Mr. Gurtok."
"Yup, Mr. G. Follow me, I'm going there, too."
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"Class, we have a new exchange student. Mr. Potter?" Mr. Gurtok called out after the bell rang. "Please stand up and say a few things about yourself."
Harry stood up nervously: he had never like talking in front of people. "Er .... well, my name is Harry. Harry Potter. I just transferred here from a boarding school in England - "
"What was that like?" someone cut in. "Going to a boarding school?"
"Parts of it were great, but ... I'm glad to be out of there." He shook himself out of his reminiscing. "Anyway, I'm staying here for awhile, with the Summers."
"Dawn Summers?"
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The girl in question was not having a good day. Her problem? Draco.
Dawn sighed for what felt like the millionth time that day. Draco was prodding the button of the bubbler** with an amazed look. He still couldn't get used to Muggle technology.
"Come on, Draco. It's lunchtime," called Dawn, trying to pull him towards the cafeteria. "It will still do that later."
"I'm going," he grumbled back. Dawn sighed once more. 'Where is Harry? He's Draco's best friend. He should be the one to deal with this, with Draco utter stupidity with all things non-magical and ..... God, he's so cute when he's thinking hard.' Draco was now carefully examining the soda machine.
"What's this do?" he whispered to Dawn. She rolled her eyes.
'I need Harry.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And, just as Dawn was dragging Draco around, Harry was being pulled down the halls by Amanda Martel, the girl he had crashed into before Biology.
Harry sighed for what felt like the millionth time that day. This was just getting ridiculous.
Amanda had made herself Harry's escort: she lead him to classes and introduced him to almost everyone in the school. But Harry didn't like being lead like a puppy on a leash. He was being slowly driven insane. And he hadn't seen one of his friends all day to bail him out.
"How did you like World Civ?" Amanda asked as they headed for lunch.
"I think my hand is going to fall off. I'm developing carpel tunnel syndrome from too many notes," Harry replied sarcastically, but she didn't pick up on.
While Amanda giggled at his joke, Harry sighed yet again. 'Why does she have to giggle so much?'
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Finally, Dawn and Draco made it to the lunchroom with minimal distractions. Dawn was at her wits end with Draco and almost sang in joy when Alex waved them over from a table by the window.
"How's your day been so far?" Alex asked as they sat down. Dawn scanned the room for Harry while Draco gave a detailed explanation on what a pencil sharpener did. Alex just stifled a smile.
"Have you seen Harry at all?" asked Dawn.
"No, not yet - Wait, there he is."
Dawn turned around and her eyes widened as she saw Harry with Amanda Martel - the most popular and snobby person she had ever met.
"Hey Harry!" Draco called out.
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Harry grinned when he heard Draco call. His ticket out!
"I'm sorry, Amanda," Harry said. "But I promised my friends that I'd eat lunch with them today."
"Them?" Amanda asked disbelievingly. "You would choose those .... freaks over me?"
Harry's mouth hardened as he was swept away in memories of his time at the Dursleys. "Those 'freaks', as you called them, are my friends. Yeah, I'd choose them over you any day."
Amanda gaped at him as he walked across the room, as did everyone who had heard him. No one insulted Amanda Martel. No one.
"Wait a second, what?!?"
"You heard me."
"How dare you!"
"Now, now, children," a dreamy voice drifted through the room. "There is no need to fight."
"Stay out of this Odd!" snarled Amanda.
A short girl with mousy brown hair glided over***. "Don't get touchy, Mandy. It was only a matter of time before someone tried to knock you off your pedestal." Harry started: he had used similar words in his letter in the Daily Prophet. "Now, may I have a word with this one?"
Without waiting for an answer, she dragged Harry out of the cafeteria.
"Huh - what - why did you do that?" Harry stuttered. "Stick up for me in there, I mean."
She gazed at him with wide, unblinking blue eyes. "I know who you are."
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* after re-reading that, I tried to figure out what possessed me to use so many 'lucks'. I still haven't had any luck in figuring that out.
** or water fountain
*** a million points to whoever can tell me who Odd is based on. Come on, it's not too hard.
Also, if anyone is actually reading my little note here at the bottom, all of the room numbers and classes they go to in this story are my real classes. And the teachers are all based on my actual teachers. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Thanks to Xirleb70: Go clones! Yay clones! Go, go! La la la ..... I've really got to lay off the sugar; wanderingwolf; athenakitty; LoonyLoopyLisa; Authoress; Dreamweaver; PantherGuide; Nightingale a.k.a. Moonbay; and krazymelmo5385!!!
Okay, one more thing, I've had a bunch of people mention pairings .... anyone have a preference? I still haven't decided who everyone will end up with yet.
CH13: Sighs and Surprises
"There are two rules," Dawn explained as the she, Harry, Draco, and Alex walked down the street towards Sunnydale High. "1 - Don't talk to any nerds and/or geeks. 2 - Don't talk to any jocks, drama club members, or anyone who is more popular than, well, me."
Alex nodded her head in consent, while Draco just looked around curiously at the passing cars. Harry stared at her.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because. I worked very hard to stay in the middle class of the school and, trust me, we could be way worse off."
"Huh?"
"It's High School, Harry," said Alex. "This is a whole new ballgame."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Room C149, C149, where is it?" Harry searched the doors for the right room number. "No, that's B149. Uggg, I'm lost."
He was looking for his Biology class..... and having zero luck. Luckily, Luck stepped in and, when he turned the corner, he felt flat on his unlucky back. As luck would have it, he luckily wasn't hurt that badly.*
Harry glanced up and he realized he had slammed into someone.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going," apologized Harry and he helped the girl to her feet.
"Well, you should - " she stopped abruptly, pushing a long blond hair out of her eyes, and smiled sweetly at him. "No, it's - it's my fault. Hi, are you new here?"
"Yeah," Harry responded, slightly puzzled by her changed in moods. "I just transferred."
"Really. An exchange student?"
Harry smiled wryly. "I guess the accent gives me away, huh." She giggled annoyingly and nodded. "I'm from England."
"Cool. Oh! We've got to get to class. Wouldn't want to be late on your first day, right?"
"Hold on. Do you know where room C149 is?"
"You have Mr. G, too?"
He checked his schedule. "Mr. Gurtok."
"Yup, Mr. G. Follow me, I'm going there, too."
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"Class, we have a new exchange student. Mr. Potter?" Mr. Gurtok called out after the bell rang. "Please stand up and say a few things about yourself."
Harry stood up nervously: he had never like talking in front of people. "Er .... well, my name is Harry. Harry Potter. I just transferred here from a boarding school in England - "
"What was that like?" someone cut in. "Going to a boarding school?"
"Parts of it were great, but ... I'm glad to be out of there." He shook himself out of his reminiscing. "Anyway, I'm staying here for awhile, with the Summers."
"Dawn Summers?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The girl in question was not having a good day. Her problem? Draco.
Dawn sighed for what felt like the millionth time that day. Draco was prodding the button of the bubbler** with an amazed look. He still couldn't get used to Muggle technology.
"Come on, Draco. It's lunchtime," called Dawn, trying to pull him towards the cafeteria. "It will still do that later."
"I'm going," he grumbled back. Dawn sighed once more. 'Where is Harry? He's Draco's best friend. He should be the one to deal with this, with Draco utter stupidity with all things non-magical and ..... God, he's so cute when he's thinking hard.' Draco was now carefully examining the soda machine.
"What's this do?" he whispered to Dawn. She rolled her eyes.
'I need Harry.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And, just as Dawn was dragging Draco around, Harry was being pulled down the halls by Amanda Martel, the girl he had crashed into before Biology.
Harry sighed for what felt like the millionth time that day. This was just getting ridiculous.
Amanda had made herself Harry's escort: she lead him to classes and introduced him to almost everyone in the school. But Harry didn't like being lead like a puppy on a leash. He was being slowly driven insane. And he hadn't seen one of his friends all day to bail him out.
"How did you like World Civ?" Amanda asked as they headed for lunch.
"I think my hand is going to fall off. I'm developing carpel tunnel syndrome from too many notes," Harry replied sarcastically, but she didn't pick up on.
While Amanda giggled at his joke, Harry sighed yet again. 'Why does she have to giggle so much?'
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Finally, Dawn and Draco made it to the lunchroom with minimal distractions. Dawn was at her wits end with Draco and almost sang in joy when Alex waved them over from a table by the window.
"How's your day been so far?" Alex asked as they sat down. Dawn scanned the room for Harry while Draco gave a detailed explanation on what a pencil sharpener did. Alex just stifled a smile.
"Have you seen Harry at all?" asked Dawn.
"No, not yet - Wait, there he is."
Dawn turned around and her eyes widened as she saw Harry with Amanda Martel - the most popular and snobby person she had ever met.
"Hey Harry!" Draco called out.
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Harry grinned when he heard Draco call. His ticket out!
"I'm sorry, Amanda," Harry said. "But I promised my friends that I'd eat lunch with them today."
"Them?" Amanda asked disbelievingly. "You would choose those .... freaks over me?"
Harry's mouth hardened as he was swept away in memories of his time at the Dursleys. "Those 'freaks', as you called them, are my friends. Yeah, I'd choose them over you any day."
Amanda gaped at him as he walked across the room, as did everyone who had heard him. No one insulted Amanda Martel. No one.
"Wait a second, what?!?"
"You heard me."
"How dare you!"
"Now, now, children," a dreamy voice drifted through the room. "There is no need to fight."
"Stay out of this Odd!" snarled Amanda.
A short girl with mousy brown hair glided over***. "Don't get touchy, Mandy. It was only a matter of time before someone tried to knock you off your pedestal." Harry started: he had used similar words in his letter in the Daily Prophet. "Now, may I have a word with this one?"
Without waiting for an answer, she dragged Harry out of the cafeteria.
"Huh - what - why did you do that?" Harry stuttered. "Stick up for me in there, I mean."
She gazed at him with wide, unblinking blue eyes. "I know who you are."
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* after re-reading that, I tried to figure out what possessed me to use so many 'lucks'. I still haven't had any luck in figuring that out.
** or water fountain
*** a million points to whoever can tell me who Odd is based on. Come on, it's not too hard.
Also, if anyone is actually reading my little note here at the bottom, all of the room numbers and classes they go to in this story are my real classes. And the teachers are all based on my actual teachers. Be afraid. Be very afraid.