A FRIEND TO TALK TO

CHPT 13: HISTORY OF THE REPUBLIC

DISCLAIMER: I dont own the Harry Potter series.

Harry was in History class, the most boring class ever.

He was sitting next to Ron and Parvati. Hermione was sitting next to Ron and some other girl. The past week he had refused to speak to her, and Hermione didn't even try.

Detention was over and he was off probation from quidditch. When he returned to coach his team, he saw that Ginny had completly taken over the team and was working their butt off.

As for the last week of detention, Draco was back to normal. He spat out an insult and death threat at Harry every time he passed him. He wondered why Draco had the sudden mood swing, but didn't think of it much.

Harry felt like walking out of class. It wasn't like Professor Binns would notice, and Hermione wouldn't scold him either since he was giving her the silent treatment. So, he decided to do it.

He packed up his stuff and walked out of class, unnoticed by the professor. Ron and Hermione stared at him as he left.

What an idiot.

"Anyway." Professor Binns drawled. "That concludes the story of the Prince Arima Souichiru of the Magic Japanese Empire. Now for America, oh goody. As you might know, the Prince of the Republic attends this school. Anyone want to guess who?" He said.

"PIMP MASTA!" A ravenclaw laughed.

"Excuse me?" Professor Binns asked.

"I dont know, i just guessed since he's american." The guy said.

Professor Binns ignored that comment. "Well anyway, open your book to page 658, introduction to the American Republic."

The students lazily turned to page 658.

There was a picture of a little girl, a woman, and a man. In the woman's arms was a little baby boy. The girl was smiling brightly and jumping around. She had super curly hair and american wizarding dress, like the other people in the picture did.

Hermione eyed the photo. The baby was wiggling his little fingers and staring at them.

"The American Republic is a bit of an oxymoron. You see, they are ruled by monarchy, unlike their muggle counterpart. Plus the definition of 'republic' is a a political system in which the supreme power lies in a body of citizens who can elect people to represent them..." He chuckled.

"The american wizarding system is very different from european ones. There school starts when they are either seven or eight years old. So if you ever moved to America, you'd be placed in a class full of preteens.

"Another thing about American wizards thats different than us is that they dont call muggles "muggles", they call them "cadders". There is a long background of the word but i dont feel like explaining it. So if you ever came across and american wizard and called them a muggle or muggleborn, they would think your mad or something.

"American wizards today are very peaceful... unlike their muggle counterparts. The last time there was tumult is america was during the Salem Witch Trials, which was a little over 300 years ago... but the muggles mostly killed muggles while the real witches sat back and watched, while the few who did get caught sat back and did a little spell that left a pleasent tingling sensation..."

The reality hit her like a brick.

Hermione was listening to every word professor Binns said. .

Hermione flipped thought the pages of the history book.

Under the picture of the family, there was a caption.

"Beaumonts: American Royal Wizarding Family"

Shortly after Professor Binns' lecture, class was over and Hermione walked out of class with Ron. She waited for him to say something about Harry's friend being a princess.

Ron yawned. "That class is bloody boring."

Hermione's jaw dropped. "You mean to say that you didn't listen to one thing he said!"

"Why must you say that after every class?" Ron muttered.

Hermione laughed out loud.

"Are you mocking me?" He frowned.

"No!" She laughed. "I also find that class dreadfully dull."

Ron shrugged.

Harry walked down the empty corridors at light shined through the glass panes.

He was so bored.

He headed out to Gyrffindor tower since he couldn't think of a better place to go. Or maybe he should go to the room of requierment.

Harry turned and walked over to the owlry.

As he did, he heard somebody shout.

"SUP WIGGA!" Harry turned around.

It was the Brian, or more commenly known as PIMP MASTA!

"What did you call me?" Harry asked. "And shouldn't you be in class?" Harry looked at Brian, who was accompanied by the blond-haired blue-eyed Luna Lovegood, who was looking very good. Brian had his hair spiked, his shirt half way unbottoned and his ravenclaw tie hanging loosly around his neck.

"Hey Harry. " Luna smiled. "Shouldn't you be in class? Im a prefect, so were okay."

"Really? Thats great, Luna!" Harry said. Luna smiled.

Brian looked around, bored. "OH! Harry, i got a letter for you." Luna looked at Brian. "From my sister." He told her.

"Really?" Harry said, anxiously.

"Yeah. I think i have it now..." He reached into his pocket and grabbed a bunch of papers. He rumaggd through them.

"Damn i have so many admirers..." Brian laughed softly and Luna slapped him over the head.

"Hey girl i was kiding! Dont need to go bitch slappin me..." He rubbed his head with his free hand. She snorted.

He pulled out a sealed letter. "Here."

Harry took the letter. "Thanks!"

"Oh, and another thing. She thinks someone's reading all you guy's letters so if you're going to respond, give it to me and i'll send it to her. Alright? "

Harry nodded. "Okay."

"See ya later, Harry." Brian nodded and made a "W" sign with his hand. Luna waved.

Harry walked off and opened the letter with extreme anticipation.

"Finally!" He breathed.

x

Claire's Letter

x

Harry-

I know someone is destroying the letters. So i apologize for "over reacting". As you might know, i am moving back to America for saftly reasons. Brian is going to stay at Hogwarts, cuz he can.

Since im leaving during Christmas time, i was wondering what you were doing during winter break. Maybe we can get together before i leave and resolve a few things.

Give Brian your response.

Luv CB

It was after Advance Defence class and Claire slumped out. It was a rough class. Her friend was at her side.

"You really have to see one of my games before you go." Oliver said.

Claire nodded. "Of course i will, i'll see the next game. When is it?" She asked.

"January." He smiled sheepishly.

"I'll come out then." She smiled.

"Really? Wow, you're so awesome."

Claire laughed. "I know!"

Another girl came to Oliver's side and kissed him on the cheak. Her name was Petra Abercrombie, and she was a Hogwarts alumni like Oliver.

"I dont see why you have to move Claire." She said. "I mean, you've only been here for a few months and you're going back to America! You've been accepted to the Auror Academy, and thats really good for your age, so why not just stay?"

Claire shrugged. "Family buisness." She answered simply.

Petra nodded. "Still, its a waste."

Oliver nodded.

Just then, a falcon came swooping own torward Claire. Petra freaked out while Oliver was obvlious.

Claire held out her arm and the falcon landed.

"Bloody hell, Claire! You have a falcon! Only bloody wealthy wizards have falcons trained to give their ruddy letters!" Petra exclaimed, clinging onto Oliver. He was smiling at Petra.

Claire smiled. "Family heirloom."

It was the first week of December and Clair was waiting for this letter. She opened it up and carefully read what it said. It was short, but Claire liked what it said.

Claire-

For winter break, i will be staying in London. We can meet in Diagon Alley whenever you'd like. If you dont know where it is, you can ask Brian, or 'pimp master' as he calls himself.

And i would also say that i am VERY VERY VERY VERY SORRY! i didn't mean to be so mean.

Love Harry

Claire laughed. Pimp Master? Oh, Brian was going to get it now...

An: Edited version of Chapter Thirteen. Tell me if i missed something, yes?