Disclaimer: The only thing that belongs to Jazmine and Anna are the characters: Coco, Apocalypse, their family members, (one exception to Coco) 30 of the Phoenix Fighters, 5 of the advisors, and the plot. Everything else pretty much belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Harry Potter and the Coco Beans

By: Anna B. and Jazmine L. (published w/ permission)

Chapter 1: The New Kid

Harry ran down the stairs to open the door. This summer had been like any other summer. Dudley now had a girlfriend and would brag about it every time he had the chance to. Business wasn't too good at the drill factory where Uncle Vernon worked so Petunia and Vernon decided to become foster parents. Well, until business was better. Harry's scar had burned every now and then but he didn't pay attention to it.

Harry opened the door and let a man and a girl inside from the rain. The man was tall and wore a black pleather trench coat. He took off his hat and jacket and handed them to Harry. The girl turned to Harry and smiled but Harry could tell that she would rather be elsewhere.

"Hello, what is your name?" she said politely to Harry.

Her voice was soft and beautiful but before Harry could say anything Uncle Vernon said, "Ah! Mr. Brinksworth! How wonderful to see you! Well, where is she?" Mr. Brinksworth grinned, exposing gigantic white teeth. He clamped his hands on the girl's shoulders.

She was an odd looking girl with messy (and wet because of the rain) hair, and wore an outfit like no other. 'Is she a witch?' Harry thought. It was (the outfit) a long sleeved shirt that showed her belly button in a V, the sleeves looked like fishing nets, and the actual shirt had some curled figures along the neck. The pants were black with a chain around each leg, a black belt, and boots that had the same curled figures at the neck on it (at the bottom) and a block line from the top of the boot to the top of the curled figures.

"This is her. She's a troublesome one she is," Mr. Brinksworth said.

Uncle Vernon chuckled, "There's always a bad one in the bunch."

Mr. Brinksworth nodded, "She'll give you a run for your money."

Aunt Petunia went up to the girl ignoring Vernon and Mr. Brinksworth, "I am Petunia Dursley, this is my husband Vernon, my son Dudley, and my nephew Harry." The girl shook all of their hands.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," she said to each person. 'Did Petunia just say my name without distaste?' Harry thought, amazed at just, everything. She shook Dudley's hand last and he looked her up and down but mostly her chest.

"What is your name?" he asked pervertedly.

"Harry, show our guest where she'll be sleeping," Petunia said.

The girl walked past Dudley and whispered, "If I were you I wouldn't let my eyes wander so much. Got it?"

She followed Harry up the stairs. "Sorry 'bout my cousin," he said.

"It's not your fault," she replied.

"What is your name?" Harry asked.

"Coco," she said quietly. "Is your last name Potter?"

"How did you know?" Harry asked.

"Good guess."

"I doubt that."

"You shouldn't."

"Why not?"

"Because I said so."

"Why should I listen to you?"

"Look into my eyes."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

"I don't want to."

"Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it."

"Ok!" Harry exclaimed and looked into her eyes. They were sad, brown, and red. Harry touched his scar.

"Burns doesn't it?"

"Why does it burn?"

"I don't know, it's your scar."

"Ha, ha, ha. Tell me, why does it burn and why is there red in your eyes?"

"Guess."

"Tell me!"

"No."

"Why?"

"'Cause I'm your boss."

"No you're not!"

"Pick up that pencil."

Automatically, Harry picked up the pencil on the floor. He stared at Coco, awestruck.

"What did you-"

"Do the hokey pokey." Coco ordered. Harry did it without meaning to. "Stop," Coco demanded. Harry did, he didn't know what was going on.

"How'd you do that?" he asked.

"None of your business."

"Why?"

"Stop asking questions."

"Why?"

"I'm your boss."

"You're not my boss!"

"Wanna bet?" Before Coco or Harry could argue more, Dudley came and stared at Coco.

"What's up cutie?" he asked.

"Stay away from me," she ordered. Dudley stared into her eyes for 5 seconds and he ran out of the room faster than lightning. "He won't bother us anymore," she said and jumped on her bed.

"That used to be my bed."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean this used to be my room."

"Where do you sleep now?"

"Cupboard. What did you do to Dudley?"

"Showed him a little of his future."

"Huh?"

"Huh?" Coco mocked. She then crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. Harry laughed.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed, "There's a snake on your arm!"

"And there should be one in your pants," she retorted.

"There is."

"I doubt that."

"Don't take line. What? Do you want to see my snake?" Harry said getting annoyed.

"There's nothing to see."

"Yes there is!"

"Prove it."

"You just wanna see it."

"Liar."

"It's the truth."

"I doubt that."

"Stop using my line!"

"Liar."

"It's the truth!"

"I doubt that."

"How old are you?" Harry asked changing the subject.

"Ffffoooouuuurrrrttteeeeennnnn," Coco said very slowly.

"You didn't have to say it slow, I'm not stupid."

"Oh really? You sure fooled me."

"Dang your good."

"Stop checking me out," Coco said and stood up.

"I'm not."

"I doubt that."

Harry laughed, "Stop that" and he pushed her onto the bed.

Coco sat up and replied, "You know you love it." Harry rolled his eyes and tickled her side. She squeaked and then yelled, "Mrs. Dursley! Harry is picking on me!"

"Harry! Come in here and help me cook dinner!" Aunt Petunia yelled.

"Thanks a lot," Harry muttered.

"You're welcome," Coco grinned, "By the way, I think you're hot too." Harry blushed and ran down the stairs. 'How did she know that?' he thought.

Harry helped make dinner without a complaint. Tonight's dinner was beef and pasta.

"Coco, dinner!" Petunia called out. No answer.

When dinner was in session, Coco didn't come down, not once. Harry was forced to eat in his cupboard. Since he can easily eavesdrop from where he was sitting, it was easy to hear what Coco was doing.

"I'll give it a shot," he muttered. She was singing. Harry couldn't understand what she was singing. It sounded like another language, but it sounded beautiful. Harry strained to hear. Then, she said something he did understand. She wasn't singing anymore but she was speaking parseltongue.

"Karsachal, what do you think I should do. I mean, first the Ministry puts me here and how I am supposed to believe that they won't make me learn magic?" she said.

"They will. After all, Harry goes. The more the merrier, right?" a voice answered. It was a snake voice.

"Could you find Apocalypse for me?" Coco asked sweetly.

"As you wish," it replied.

"Thank you," she whispered, "Harry stop eavesdropping."

"How does she know that!" Harry muttered.

A moment later, Coco opened his cupboard, "I have my ways." Then shut the door, leaving Harry to stare at the door.

'She speaks parseltongue!' he thought, 'How can she? It's very rare!'

"Indeed it is," a female voice said in Harry's head. "Leave Coco alone, or suffer my wrath." Harry no longer heard it, but it left him with questions to ponder.

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