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Chapter Three: Old Friends and New Quarters

Continued…

Just then, two seventh year boys approached the Gryffindor table, they happened to be none other than The Slytherin Prince and Royal-Second-in-Command , Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zambini. They swiftly walked towards Alison's side of the table, only to be confronted by Ron. Since Alison had her back turned to the Slytherin table, she didn't notice him.

"What do you two want? The most you two could do is leaving us to eat in peace!" Ron encountered verbally, looking up at them.

"Nothing that concerns you, does it now, Weasel King? I came to see an old friend, who seems to have forgotten the courtesy of writing." Malfoy inquired casually, looking down at Alison's frozen reaction.

Alison froze her fork in midair when she heard Malfoy's voice. She set her fork down and turned around.

"Drake! Blaze! Oh Merlin! I've missed you two so much!" Alison broke out in squeals of delight and pulled them each into a friendly warm hug and a peck on the cheek, much to Harry, Hermione, Ron and everyone else at the house tables' surprise. Alison, then, pulled Draco and Blaise to a corner, which were only a few feet away from the Gryffindor table.

"Lynna (Lee-na), we've missed you too! How've you been at that dreadful academy?" Draco replied in a tone he'd only had used to his adorable little sister, which he didn't have.

"Yea, Lynna. You never told us that you were coming here!" Blaise implied with mock surprise.

"Ok, so, I only found out a week ago. And the academy wasn't that horrible. I actually made friends! Well, I'll miss them." Alison replied.

"Yea, we met those friends and that one guy who you introduced us to personally." Draco said, exaggerating at a few words.

Blaise laughed at this and added a comment. "So, what happened to him? Do you two still write to each other?"

"Stop it, you two! Seriously, he was just a really close-

"More-than-friends-friend, am I right?" Draco, had cut off Alison and finished for her, smirking smugly.

"NO, a really close guy friend! Now, you two stop acting like little giddy ten year olds and-

"Remember that time when you were ten and smitten over this inch of a boy, from next door?" Blaise recalled, speaking loud enough for the Gryffindor House table to hear.

"What! I was so not smitten over Jake! I was just-

"Ah, she uses its first name." Draco mumbled to Blaise, sounding like an investigating scientist, purposely saying it clear enough for her to hear.

"Yes, they say that's the first sign to smittening." Blaise replied, using the same tone as Draco.

"Ok, fine. Believe what you want! After almost an entire year, you two have merely matured to eleven year olds!"

"Oh, we're just joking, Lynna! So, how in the world did you get sorted to that house? Draco spoke, sneering at the Gryffindors when he did.

"Ok, I forgive you two. FYI, this house isn't as bad as you said. You exaggerated too much. I should have listened to Blaise, honestly."

"What! You actually like those people? Rubbish! You've changed…"

"I have not changed!"

"It's true, Lynna." Blaise encountered.

"Fine. So-

Just then, Dumbledore interrupted, "Ah-hem. If, everyone would return to their seats."

Alison, Draco and Blaise hurried back to their respective and shocked house tables.

"Now, this year will proceed with eventual balls planned by our Heads, special contests for subjects such as Potions and Transfiguration. Among other events and I still feel the need to remind all of you, once again, to stay away from the Forbidden Forrest, as the consequences you receive from us, is nothing compared to what would happen to you if you are caught by any of the woodland creatures. With that said, Welcome to a new school year and have a good night's sleep." Dumbledore concluded and acknowledged the prefects to lead the students to the dormitories. He caught the attention of the Heads and beckoned them forward through the crowds of students.

Once Alison and Harry got to Dumbledore, the tables were empty and the professors had left, all except for McGonagall and Snape.

"Follow me, if you two will." Dumbledore headed off towards a different door, followed by McGonagall, Snape and later, Alison and Harry. They walked through a few dozen hallways and staircases; finally, they reached the Head Dormitory. Practically panting for air, Harry stared at Alison and the professors in astonishment. Alison stood gracefully, looking questioningly at Harry, then at the professors. He was breathing heavily and looking at a particular spot on a painting. They had arrived at a painting of an angel, sun shone brightly down at it, she looked at the visitors and asked in a matured tone, yet with a hint of cheerfulness,

"Hello, Headmaster, Headmistress, Professor Snape and Heads, Lexington and Potter. I suspect you're here to view the Dormitory."

"Yes, we are, Angelica." Dumbledore replied and turned to the Heads.

"The password is 'Temptus Wonderus', once you get inside, you will get to a hallway, there, you will say the password, 'Plyficuss'." He explained, "Inside, you will discover a common room, a kitchenette which will be restocked every night, an adjoining bathroom, two bedrooms, a convenient balcony, a study room and a tower equipped with all the necessary astrology instruments. I trust you two enough for I not to install inappropriate visitors detectors, other rules include no wild horse playing, threatening, to conclude, do not abuse your authority. Tomorrow morning, after breakfast, you are to report to Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape. Enjoy your new year as Heads." With that, he turned and left, followed by the two professors.

Harry and Alison stood there in silence for a few moments, until Angelica cleared her throat, indicating she was getting bored of waiting.

Harry took the first move and answered, "Temptus Wonderus". The painting flew open to reveal a hallway lit by the forever glimmering sprinkles of shooting stars. Alison walked in first, followed by Harry. When they turned the corner, the hallway ended with a golden-carved lion. It roared in reply for the password.

"Plyficuss" Alison answered and the statue swung open. They stepped inside and the common room was revealed.

It was decorated in black and white; to their right was a chimney with gold hangings which stood near two black and white three-seaters, which were facing each other. End tables of black and white stood on either side of the couches, a white coffee table stood in between the two couches and two matching armchairs rested in front of the fireplace.

To their left, one wide staircase splits into three, two leading to their respective bedrooms, one leading to the tower. Straight ahead, a large window-embroidered view of the lake and a large balcony was stationed and to the right was the kitchenette, done in white creamy marble with silver plate ware and glass cups and goblets, a black sleekly table, able to seat four was set in front of the kitchenette. The stove was finished in black metal. The cabinets were in sleek black and white colored wood, glass handles and knobs finishing the job. To the left of the window/balcony was a white door leading to the study room.

For lighting, dozens of white glass rounded ceiling lamps were hanging a feet from the ceiling, floating and glittering specks of light disappeared just a few feet from the lamps. Large ceiling ornament-lights hung over the common room, the middle of the wide staircase and the dining table.

For flooring, a black with white accents large rug spread under the couches, the entire common room. The cold ground decked in white marble with tiny black specks of glitter. The walls were white bricks lined neatly from the ceiling to the floor borders, which were black carved angelic features.

Alison observed the scene and turned to her luggage, which were set in front of the large wide staircase, leaving Harry standing, looking amazed at his dormitory. Realizing he was just gawking, he turned and followed what Alison had just done minutes ago. He picked up his backpack, turned towards his bedroom door and headed up, letting his trunk and two other pieces of luggage follow.

Alison opened the white door, with the name 'Lexington' engraved on a gold plate (which was placed to the left side of the staircases), walked in and set her stuff down. She took a moment to look at her bedroom. Her bed stood against the back wall in between two windows, it was clad in a black comforter with white accessory sheets, black and white pillows, and matching end tables with matching lamps, a white mosquito sheet hung over her bed, leaving a foot of empty space between the edges and sheet. To her right was a black door, leading to the adjoining bathroom, to her left was a white door opening to a matching closet. To the corner of the right of her bed was a dresser and make-up mirror set with small drawers. Wall light domes made up the extra light. Alison pulled open the door to her closet and did a spell which unpacked her belongings. Then, she changed into a pair of grey sweatpants, two tank tops; white and red layered and slipped into black fuzzy shoes. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and headed down to the common room. She brought along her travel journal and settled down in the white couch.

Meanwhile, Harry headed up to the door on the right of the split staircases with the name 'Potter' engraved on a gold plate and walked in, what he saw shocked him enough for him to almost forget to bring in his things. He summoned his things in and observed his room. His settings were in the same area (a/n: his bed was in the same position, sans the mosquito sheet, his closet door and bathroom door switched places (different sides of the walls)), to the corner of the right of his bed were a black dresser and a mirror set on the top. He unpacked his things by doing a spell he learned in Charms and changed into black sweatpants, a grey wifebeater and thick socks. He picked up a book on 'The tricks of Quidditch' and walked to the common room to find that Alison had occupied the white couch; he plopped down on the black couch and lay sprawled over it.

On the other hand, Alison was leaning against the end armrest of the couch, her knees up (used as a table for writing in her journal); she was facing away from the warm fireplace. It was only when Harry had sat down did she take notice of him. She looked up and said,

"Hi."

"Hey…so what are you doing?"

"Writing in my travel journal" She gets a confused look as reply, "I write down things that I've seen through all my traveling, and then if I have time, I send my entries to my parents."

"Oh, so, you must travel a lot."

"Plenty, sometimes, I don't even have time to go over my entries, since I have to move to a new school."

"Wow, must be hard."

"It is, but I'm used to it. Actually, the last school I was at was the longest I've ever stayed at one place."

"Really? Well, how long?"

"One year and a half, nineteen months, three weeks and five days to be exact… I've been counting, trying to set a new record." A long silence fills the air,

"Shocking… so, Alison Lexington, do you have a full surname?"

"Actually, Harry Potter, yes, my full name is Alison Lynnette May-Li Lexington. Do you have a full name, Mr. Potter?

"Yea, Harry James Potter. Ok, so your name is longer- with plenty of L's- but is that your full official name or just full name?"

"Oh, that is just my full name, everyone's full official name is much longer than just four names, but mostly, everyone's oblivious to their full surnames, they never bother to look it up. Even though, it says so in your easily accessible wizard record."

Harry chuckles as response and adds, "Didn't know that." he gets a nod as reply and quickly revises what just happened, 'Ok, this isn't the same girl I met on the train, the one I met was this really polite, quiet and shy girl.' Before Harry can get any further, a voice interrupts,

"Harry? Hello?" Alison was sitting in front of him, looking at him with concern; her legs were crossed and positioned towards the direction away from the couch, her journal lay face down on the coffee table.

"Huh? Oh… sorry, what?"

"Well, I was talking to you and then you just zoned out."

"Oh, sorry about that. Wait, 'zoned out'?"

"Oh, it's American lingo for spacing out." She gets another confused look "Not paying attention?"

"Oh, right. So, how do you know American lingo?"

"Well, for starters, out of my mother and father, my father's the English one. I was born in the states and brought here when I was about eight. My mother's the American Asian, she takes me to sunny beach-type states like California or Florida every summer, my father gets to suggest where I spend my winter breaks." A long awkward silence filled the air. Harry decided to cheer up and make cheerful conversation.

"Great, so that's why you have such a light English accent… no offense!"

"It's alright. Look, I'm sorry if I brought up my parents, I know how it's a touchy subject… sorry."

"Huh? Oh, it's alright. Yeah, it is a touchy subject…"

"If it makes you feel any better, my parents aren't exactly loving and caring parents. They did just stuff me into academy after academy, the most I see them is at occasional Christmas celebrations. So, maybe once or twice a year, but my mother writes to me almost twice a week. I was brought up in grace, mannerism, talent-if I have any natural ones-, and all that weird rich-ass crap."

"You mean to tell me that you MIGHT see your parents ONCE A YEAR? That's just outrageous and what do you mean by "natural" talents?"

"Ok, natural meaning you just know how to, for example, ice skate, without much of a lesson. I had to learn the piano, ice skate, dance millions of dances that are probably extinct and much more. It's frustrating, in fact, while other kids were out playing with their toys, I was learning the violin, flute, ballet, complicated swim and well, things four year olds wouldn't have been learning. At least I'm out of that hell house of a family home."

"That sounds bloody ridiculous! Complicated swim? You mean, like water dance?"

"Yeah, it's all one hundred percent fucking true. No lies, honest."

"I believe you. What do you mean by 'fucking'?"

"It's American lingo… it's sort of hard to explain, put it this way, what you say by 'bloody', Americans might say 'fucking', only the word's implications compared to 'bloody' is five times as rude."

"Oh…"

"So, how do you like our dorm?"

"It's great. I'm glad Dumbledore didn't put up house colors, the colors give it a new look…"

"I agree, black and white are my favorite colors."

"I thought you'd be more of a pink girl or something girly."

"I do like pink. Black and white does not make me un-girly."

"Is that even a word?"

"No, not really, unless you count the dash thing."

"Ok, so did Dumbledore mention a curfew?"

"I don't think so. If we do have one, I think that everything will be sorted out tomorrow morning after breakfast. We might as well enjoy our night."

"Wonderful. So how are you, Malfoy and Zambini friends?"

"Oh, you mean Drake and Blaze, well, ok, it all started with our parents. Lexington with Malfoy and Zambini, the purest bloodlines, have this unwritten unofficial law, the bloodlines have to stay in peaceful concerns. So, when I was born, my mother and father had this bloodline reunion, where Draco, Blaise and I met. So, basically, we've been friends since we were in diapers. Then, when I was old enough to get sent away to school, my mother took me to Hogwarts. I had the tour and everything but at the last minute, my father had matched-up statistics and it read that even though Hogwarts was the safest place besides Gringotts Bank, it didn't match up with my education standards. Therefore, I was sent to Rebuligus, the first wizarding school my parents could find which matched-up. How clichéd is that?"

"Wow, so very long story. Wait, what does 'clichéd' mean?"

"Very long history. And never mind about the word thing."

"Well, it's almost midnight. I'm going to tuck in." Harry concludes, he yawns and gets up. He heads up the stairs, on the way, he shouts, "See ya tomorrow morning!"

"Good Night, Harry." Alison replies, she yawned, got up and walked to the kitchenette. She made herself a hot steaming cup of chocolate, snuggles up to the couch and continues writing in the journal. Afterwards, she set it down and stared at the flames in the fireplace, dancing wildly as if there was no tomorrow. Tired but determined to stay up even later, she walked to the wide window and stared out. 'The snow looks so neatly piled, so white, well obviously. Oh! It's still snowing!'

She ran up to her closet and dresses in a creamy brown winter parka, set with white faux-fur trimmed on the edges of her sleeves and on the edges of her fluffy hood, a pair of thick dark blue jeans, a pair of matching brown and white snow fur boots and white leather gloves. She grabbed her black snowboard with her initials A.L. on it and runs out to the snow.

She apparated to the highest hill, which coincidentally was right in front of the Head window, and started down the hill, turning and moving around trees, performing tricks on high bumps, when she finally reached the bottom. She fell back in the fluffy pile of snow and looked up at the blank dark sky. Stars glimmered at her, panting for air, she just stared back, that is, until she was interrupted by a voice. She stood up and saw Harry walking towards her, dressed in a black parka, a pair of dark denim jeans, brown hiker-style shoes and black leather gloves.

"Hey! Alison, what are you doing out here?" Harry asked, standing before her panting for air.

"I was just bored-

"So, you decided to have fun in the snow…without me?" Harry implied with mock hurt.

"Well, I didn't know you knew how to snowboard and you were asleep, so I thought, hmm, is Mr. Potter the fun type, seeing as he considers midnight, late?"

"That's what normal and sane people think, but I'll make an exception, seeing as you aren't normal. I mean, who would play in the freezing snow at past midnight! Ok, enough of the small talk, I brought along my broomstick. See you" Harry finished and set off on his broom.

"Have fun!"

"I will!"

Alison laughed at the childish side of Harry. She picked up her snowboard and apparated to the top of the hill, which Harry seemed to be circling around.

"Well, looks like you finally made it! I thought you'd take forever."

"Shut up! You got a head start. Now, watch and learn…" Alison replied and started down the hill at a speed so fast, it seemed that she would've beaten a deer down slope. Harry was flying a little behind her; he was struggling to keep up. She just kept going downhill, doing incredible 360 degreed moves, finally, she reached the bottom and fell on a pile of snow, exhausted. Harry swooped down and jumped off his broom, landing next to her, just as exhausted as she was.

"Well, that was tiring but exciting!" Harry shouted.

Alison laughed at the hyper ness of him and said, "Yeah, I haven't had that much fun in a while. Hey, what time is it?"

Silence filled the air. She got up and looked at the empty spot he had occupied just moments ago. "Harry?" She started to panic, "Harry? This isn't funny! Harry!" All of a sudden, a snowball flew towards her, smacking her hard in the back. She turned around to see a laughing Harry, standing behind a small pile of snow which he quickly balled up in snowballs. She glared at him and bent down and rolled up a huge snowball, and threw it smack-hard right in his laughing face. He started furiously throwing snowball after snowball, missing and hitting Alison every other aim. Alison had already made a large pile of snowballs and scooped them up. She slowly crept up the tree which Harry stood under; Harry was still mindlessly throwing snowballs everywhere. She positioned herself right above Harry and dropped the snowballs on his head. The snow collapsed on him, freezing and shocking him. She jumped down and laughed in his face, while, he just stood there shocked. Eventually, he snapped out of it.

Alison was still laughing; she was nearly choking if she didn't take breaths every now and then.

"What? Ha ha, Alison, I'm laughing." Harry said sarcastically.

"What! It was funny! It was hilarious! You just stood there- you should've seen the look on your face!"

"I have to admit, it was pretty funny."

"Of course. Now, seriously, what time is it?" Alison snapped back to seriousness for a split second, only to go to laughing hysterically. Before Harry could answer, some one did,

"Well, it seems, Ms. Lexington, it is very well a good two hours past your grounds-traveling curfew."

Alison and Harry slowly turned around to see three tall figures. Those three were none other than a very surprised, yet angered Headmaster, a disappointed Professor McGonagall and a pretty pissed-off Professor Snape.

"Uh-oh" Harry and Alison muttered at the same time.

Author's Note: Ok, so I'm VERY sorry for updating so late and I don't know if that was a cliffhanger, I consider it that. Hope you liked this chapter. I'm changing things around like the genre, the summary and the chapter titles a little, I just keep doubting and editing a lot of things lately. Sorry if it gets irritating. I MIGHT change the chapter's name (if I can), so don't get confused.

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