So sorry it took so long guys. What with my junior year starting and all the uploading problems, I've been freaking out. But, that's all in the past, and I am going to try to update more often, so enjoy!
Oh, and muchas gracias to the people who reviewed. Since this is my first actual story, I'm excited that I got reviews from people I don't know. That usually means that you're not just reviewing out of pity. So thanks a bunch, and to bitter.sweet.31- Kat is from Indianapolis. I've heard many times to write what I know, and I know Indy. It's the most boring city in America (unless you're rich and can go downtown anytime you want) but oh well. The important thing is, the story does not take place in Indianapolis. That would suck. On with the story!
Chapter Two
Kat woke up the next morning feeling surprisingly refreshed. She was usually always tired, no matter how many hours of sleep she got. Especially if it was under seven. But, she had gotten about six hours or so, and she felt wide-awake. Well, she mused, that didn't count the sleep she got on the plane. She liked to lie in bed for a while after she woke up, pondering random things. It was one of the many qualities of hers that caused her friends to call her a weirdo. Oh well. It was in an endearing way, she thought, as she pulled herself out of bed.
Half an hour later, Kat, freshly showered and primped, went down to breakfast. Vernon and Petunia were in the kitchen, but Dudley was still upstairs. "Dudders, your breakfast is getting cold!" Petunia shouted.
"Dudders?" Kat thought to herself.
Dudley came thundering down the hall. "Man, that boy is large." Kat tried not to think mean thoughts, but she couldn't help it. It was a nasty habit she was trying to work on. At least she had started to control what thoughts came out of her mouth. Started.
"Did you have a good sleep, dear?" Petunia asked.
"Oh, yeah. I slept a lot better than usual, actually." Kat replied. "I'm usually tired if I don't get my, uh, thirteen hours of sleep, but I'm wide awake, so..."
Petunia laughed feebly; she didn't know whether the girl was joking or not. She then asked, "What do you want to do today, dear; we don't have to leave for a few hours."
"Oh yeah, the train station. Um, I think I'm just gonna unpack." Kat ate quickly, and shut herself in her room. She proceeded to unpack her belongings. She had pretty much brought everything that mattered to her: her collection of cds (which, she was proud to say, amounted to about 70 now, even if half of them were copied), several books, her bible case, and some composition notebooks (she had a thing with composition notebooks. They just look so professional!) Oh, and her special pen that had Stewie on it saying "I like you. When the world is mine, your death shall be quick and painless." She really liked that pen.
Kat finally had everything put away and nice and neat (sort of obsessive-compulsive) and chilled with her laptop for a bit. She remembered to post a message on her youth group's message board, and she felt a pang of homesickness.
"Kat, are you ready to leave?" Petunia's voice sounded from behind the door.
"Yeah." Kat hopped off the bed, and proceeded downstairs, camera in hand. She didn't care if she looked like a tourist. She was a tourist, and she wanted pictures.
All pangs of homesickness disappeared when they got to London. King's Cross was awesome. They didn't have train stations in Indy. Except for union station, but that doesn't count. Kat was seriously overwhelmed by the awesomeness of the British people. They had interesting fashion sense, too, she noted as she watched a pair of redheaded twins walk by wearing the weirdest looking jackets she had ever seen. Oh well, the guys were really hot. "Kimmy would be so jealous," Kat thought about her best friend. "She loves redheads. And twins! Twins, Basil!" (Kat was a major Austin Powers fan as well.)
There was a café in the station, and Vernon had given her money to get herself something. He seemed kinda on edge. Maybe he had an anxiety disorder. Prozac! She figured that Harry's train was there by then, so she quickly finished her frappucino and traced her way back to platform ten. She wondered what Harry was going to be like. She hoped he wasn't as fat as his cousin. ("There I go again. Stop being mean, Kat!") But, like she had been afraid of on the plane, she hoped Harry wouldn't be attractive. Though, judging by the rest of his family, he probably wasn't. ("OH MY GOSH!") She really needed to deal with that inner insulting thing.
As she approached the platform, she noticed the Dursleys talking to a group of people, so she thought it best to not intrude. They must have been Harry's teachers or classmates or something. One of them had cool hair. Another guy had an awesome hat. It brought back memories. "Yes, Kimmy, wash the car." Kat smiled at this recollection. Why were she and her friends so stupid? She loved it.
The Dursleys started walking away (well, backing away. They looked kinda scared.) and a short skinny boy with black hair and glasses came walking towards her, followed by the Dursleys. Kat assumed this was Harry. "Darn it, he is attractive. Oh well, he's a supposed delinquent, and you know you can't have any of that."
The boy she presumed was Harry stopped when he saw she was staring at him. She noticed he had gorgeous green eyes, and a strange lighting shaped scar on his forehead. He was absolutely adorable. Kat stuck out her hand. "Hi. You must be Harry."
