A FRIEND TO TALK TO
CHPT 4: RAIN
Disclaimer: I dont own the HArry Potter series.
As Harry told Claire a modified version of his past, clouds began to cover the night sky. It began to sprinkle. Harry and Claire sat up.
"We better get down," Harry said. "The roof gets slippery when it rains."
Claire nodded and they climbed down a tree of another neighbors' yard. It began to rain harder.
"Does it always rain in the summer?" Claire asked Harry. He shook his head. Water dripped from his glasses. He took them off.
"Did it rain in California?" Harry asked, remembering a song…
It never rains in California…"All the time. Well, sometimes." Claire said. "It snows in the mountains too. But it's usually pretty warm." She said. They hopped fences until they reached Claire's yard. They were soaked.
"So now that we're wet, what do wanna do?" Claire asked. Harry sniggered.
"Eww you sick boy!" Claire said, reading his mind.
"What can I say, I'm sixteen…" Harry said. She shrugged.
"Good point."
They ran around in the rain. The rain came down quickly in gigantic blobs. Claire and Harry were shivering but continued to stand in the rain. It was raining so hard, if you stretched your arm in front of you, you wouldn't be able to see your hand.
Harry looked around. Claire was gone.
"Claire!" He called. He couldn't see a thing. Water slid off his hair. "Claire?"
Suddenly Harry was tackle to the ground onto the soft and spongy grass by Claire.
"Gotcha!" She grinned. Her hair was sopping. The rain continued to fall.
"Ah!" He gasped. "I think I laid on a pinecone!" Harry said.
Claire got up. "Sorry! Are you okay?" She said, and Harry grinned,then pinned her down.
"Gotcha!" Harry smiled.
"Aw, no fair, you lied!" Claire whined.
"Yes well, I did. But really Claire, there aren't any pinecones around here…" Harry smiled. He leaned toward her, closing his eyes…
The rain continued to fall.
There was a loud noise, followed by a shrill scream. Harry got up, then Claire. Their moment was ruined. Claire picked up a short stick that was on the grass.
They both ran to the location of the scream. It was at Harry's house.
"I'll go check it out, wait here." Harry said, and Claire nodded.
Harry slowy opened the door. His jaw dropped. The living room was a complete disaster. The couch was flipped over, the pictures of the Dursley's was wrecked, the glass coffee table shattered. Plus there was a large group of people dressed in cloaks surrounding a furious and frightened lot of Dursleys.
"Where's Harry!" A man shouted. It was Remus Lupin.
Uncle Vernon tried to keep a sense of dignity in his voice, but failed.
"I-I d-dunno…I th-think he's with his f-f-friend…" Uncle Vernon whimpered. He was outnumbered with wizards 5-1.
Harry bolted out of the house and ran to a confused Claire.
"Harry, what's going on? Are your aunt and uncle alright?" She asked. Harry smiled.
"Yes, they're fine. They just-" He paused and thought of something. "Dudley sat on a table and it cracked. I got to go, I'll see you later."
Claire giggled. "Alright then, bye!" She said, and turned away. Harry grabbed her arm.
"Don't I get a hug or something?" He asked. She hugged him, then swiftly moved his face to meet with hers. They pressed their lips against together and lingered, hanging on to the moment.
Brian came out in the rain with the camera and saw his sister and her friend. He snorted and held up the camera, then took a picture of the scene. He ran back in the house while singing to himself.
"Claire and Harry, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g…"
They broke apart, blushing.
"See ya!"
Harry ran back into the Dursley's house, soaking wet and freezing. He ran into the living room while a gang of wizards stood staring at him.
"Harry!" Uncle Vernon said shrilly. "Where have you been…"
"Uhh…" Harry was silent. The group of wizard greeted him. Most of them were members of the Order of the Phoenix.
"Harry, where have you been?"
"Did you have a good birthday?"
"Were the muggles treating you right?"
"Why were you outside?"
People bombarded Harry with questions. He was speechless. Did they expect him to leave?
Ron and Hermione were there, smiling.
"Hey Harry, how've you been?"
"Were the muggles treating you right Harry?"
"Harry!"
"Harry?"
"HARRY!"
"What!" He shouted irritably. He was at the Burrow with Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George.
"Hey mate," George said.
"Are you alright?" Fred finished.
Harry rubbed with forehead. "Yeah, I guess."
"Alright then, we'll be going. I mean Fred and me." George said.
"We need to brainstorm on idea about next years products." Fred said.
"We'll be upstairs," George said.
"If you need us." Fred said.
Fred and George walked up the creaky stairway. Harry watched them as they go. He turned to Ron and Hermione. They smiled at him. The cold side of Harry was beginning to set in.
"What are you so happy about?" He snapped. Hermione was taken-aback.
"What's wrong?"
"You could have told me." Harry whispered harshly.
"Told you? Harry, we couldn't tell you, at least not in a letter." Hermione said.
"Well you could've tried a different way then! It would be nice if I had a warning when something was going to happen, especially if it revolves around me!" Harry spat.
"Harry, I thought you hated at the Dursleys." Ron said.
Dursleys? Harry glared.
"I-…" He paused. "I don't need this from you two. Especially you two!" He snarled. He walked up to Ron's room, were he usually stayed. He flopped down in the extra mattress set up.
I never got to say Good-Bye.
An: Edited Version of Chapter Four. Tell me if i missed something, yes?