A/N: ok, ya know what? Just read the story, please. Hey, any good drawers out there? I want to see if somebody can draw Brenna! Please, my e-mails up! I think...
Um, is 'more than a Mary Sue' a good thing?
Disclaimer: Yes, J.K. Rowling writing fan fictions for HER OWN BOOK. The thought is laughable. cough I own nothing.
-----CHAPTER SEVEN-----
Harry woke up the following morning, having gotten out of bed he quickly showered and dressed. He then rushed down to the kitchens to snag some breakfast before Anestrothea set the seals. Harry then went out to fly on his broom, breathing in the crisp air. It was wonderful here, so peaceful. Though things happened, he thought only complete annihilation could destroy the place's tranquility. Here he could forget about the war and all responsibility.
Harry soured, spreading his arms out and throwing his head back as he shouted— with happiness, to his surprise. Harry took hold of the broom again, and looked around.
His smiled faded however, as he saw the procession of centaurs. Brice was at the lead, looking around. Eamnonn was behind, the pelt of the Inundu draped over his back ceremoniously. They're going to send it off, Harry thought, suits that damn cat right... I feel so sorry for them...Harry shook his head and turned to head back to the castle. He had gone too far for his liking, and soon landed in the garden.
He dismounted, and walked in through the side entrance and into the kitchen. At that time, as he was leaning his broom against the wall, Brenna shuffled in, still in her bedclothes and wrapping a robe around her slight form.
"Morning," Harry said.
Brenna nodded, smiling slightly as she rubbed her eyes; "Bad night?" Harry asked, sitting down at the table.
Brenna nodded again, "Couldn't sleep," she said quietly, sitting down across from him.
"Nightmare?"
Brenna nodded; "Yeah," she said, sniffing and wiping her eyes again.
Harry nodded, "Need some tea?"
"No, thanks," Brenna said; "I'm fine," she paused; "I think Lupin and Kinglsey and Tonks are gonna take us to Diagon Alley today."
"Really?" Harry asked, "It'll be great to get out."
Brenna looked at him; "I've never been," she said; "Is it really just some alley?"
"No, not at all," Harry said; "It's just, you know, an alley compared to the Muggle world around it. There area lot of shops there, you'd like it."
"Oh," Brenna said, nodding.
"What's the matter, Brenn?" Harry asked, "You're not your exuberant self. Normally it's me who's moping about in the mornings."
Brenna shrugged; "Dunno what's up, jus' a day," she said simply; "Pahaps gettin' out fa once'll help me a bit."
"Yeah, we'll have to show you around," Harry said; "Please cheer up, Brenna. It's a gorgeous day! Please?" he added, sticking out his bottom lip.
Brenna looked at his face, how Harry tired the puppy dog eyes. She giggled, and Harry smiled; "Okay," Brenna said; "No use, is et?"
Harry shook his head; "It's nice having someone around to smile," He said; "At least, nice to have a pretty one. You look so... old when you don't smile."
"Ah!" Brenna exclaimed, looking shocked.
"Kidding! Kidding!" Harry said; "Honest, just a joke!"
Brenna shook her head and got up; "I'm just sensitive sometimes, nah your fault," she said, smiling at Harry; "Think I'll get ready..."
Harry nodded, watching her go. Gosh, but she's got a tight arse, he thought... No! I did not just think... oh, out with it already Harry...
Harry rubbed his eyes, and got up. He fancied another ride on his broom before they had to go to Diagon Alley.
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"Come on, Brenna! There'll only owls! How else will you be able to send letters to your Grandfather while your at Hogwarts?"
" I'm nah goin' in there! 'Tis to loud and raucous!"
"Fine then, you don't have to-"
"Harry, how else is Brenna gonna get used to this place if we don't take her to the main center of communication?"
"Ron, honestly, it's not that important. Brenna can use Hedwig or Pig!"
Lupin, Tonks, Mrs. Weasley and Kingsley watched the trio bicker, a nervous Brenna between them; "Wonder how long it will take before she yells at 'em?" Tonks mused.
"Wait for it," Kingsley mumbled, sipping on his tea and opening up a Daily Prophet.
"SHUT IT!" Brenna finally yelled, pulling at her hair; "Stop bickerin'! I don't want nor do I wanna see a bloody owl, okay?"
"Okay then, fine," Ron and Hermione said in unison, both crossing their arms huffily.
"Told you two," Harry said, "We've got a pretty big list to get through," he said, pulling out the letter they had all received several days back; "First, we should stop at the book store, then on to get the potions things."
"Okay, then," Hermione said; "Let's get started."
They went into Flourish and Blotts, closely watched by the Order members breaking off into pairs. Harry and Brenna went looking for the sixth year books.
"Ooh, es this one o' 'em?" Brenna asked, holding up one book.
"No, but close, "Harry said; "It's a fifth year text."
Brenna looked at the cover, and shrugged; "Like I'm supposed ta know," she muttered, looking along the shelves.
Harry inwardly laughed, and smiled. He collected three of his books, and was searching for the correct Muggle History book when Brenna suddenly ran to him and latched onto his arm.
"What's the matter?" Harry asked when he looked at her. Brenna's eyes were wide with fear, and her fingers were digging into his arm almost painfully; "Brenna-"
"Hush!" she said, pulling them into the shadows. When Harry opened his mouth to speak, Brenna covered it with her hand.
Lucius Malfoy, and Draco, appeared through the doorway. At that moment, Kingsley and Tonks pushed past them, Tonks having changed her hair to a normal shade to not stand out. They both glared at the Malfoys, and then each went to separate ends. Harry knew they were looking for him.
Ron and Hermione came down the row, worried looks on their faces; "We need to go!" Hermione mouthed.
Brenna removed her hand as she and Harry nodded. The four huddled together, and saw Kingsley appear at the end of the row. He looked at them, glanced around, then nodded as he lifted his hand and made a slicing motion across his chest. Then suddenly, they heard a loud crack, and a shout.
"Run!" Brenna hissed, causing them all to drop their books and shoot for the door. All four rushed outside, and were then directed by Tonks and Lupin to a small shop. The sign read "Weasley's Wizard Wheezes". Harry let out a sigh of relief.
The shop was bustling with noises and activity, the walls lined with shelves stocked with jokes, gags, and other things used for pranks. Behind the counter, Fred was obviously having trouble opening a parcel, and hadn't noticed any of them enter. George walked in from the back room, carrying a box. But he saw the group, dropped the box, and smacked his brother smartly across the head.
"Oi, Fred, didn't you notice the group come in?" he asked.
"No, bit busy," Fred muttered, but he lifted his head up and dropped the object; "Ron! Harry, Hermione, Guys! How are you?"
The two came around, and hugs were passed all around; "Oh, and who's this?" Fred asked, referring to Brenna but looking at Harry with an eye brow raised.
"Oh, Fred, George, this is Brenna," Harry said, "Her family's given us a place to stay over the summer."
"Charmed, charmed!" Fred and George said in unison, each shaking one of Brenna's hands.
Brenna smiled and laughed; "Ooh, you lucky dog!" George muttered to Harry, nudging him.
Harry scowled, but a blush soon colored his cheeks; "So, Brenna, enjoying your visit?" Fred asked her.
"Oh, very, thank you," Brenna said, clearly to Harry's surprise. She smiled pleasantly.
"I just don't understand it!" Kingsley was saying to Lupin; "We let Malfoy off to his mother, so why is he back with his father?"
Lupin was about to reply, but Molly Weasley burst into the shop; "Fred! George! Come and greet your mother!"
"Mum!" the twins said in unison, running over and embracing their mother.
Brenna laughed quietly, but the laugh was tinged with jealousy. Harry and Hermione both caught it; "Brenna," Hermione began.
Brenna turned, smiling to her; "So, Show ma around!" she said, "Thess place is amazin'!" she took Hermione's arm, and Hermione led her around, explaining what was what.
Harry turned, and saw Ron had an issue of the Daily Prophet; "Ron," Harry said; "What now?"
"Thank God nothing," Ron replied; "but, I was just checking is all."
Harry nodded, but was drawn from further conversation when Brenna wheeled him around; "Harry," she said, her eyes glittering with mischief; "I got tha pafect idea ta get Malfoy fa' lyin'!"
Oh no, Harry though, then he said aloud; "What?"
Hermione came up, the same look on her face, with a small box in her hand. She opened it, and Harry gasped; "You two are evil," he muttered, "Absolutely evil. Even I wouldn't want to do that to somebody."
"But this is Malfoy," Hermione edged; "Fred's willing to give it to us for free, too."
Harry bit his lower lip; "Harry, come on," Brenna said; "afta ever'thing he's done to ya? An' it'll on'y las' a couple o' hours."
"Long enough for him to get it, though," Hermione added.
"What's going on?" Ron asked as he walked over, and Hermione showed him the contents of the box. Ron stared at it for a moment, the broke out laughing; "You're joking!" he said through his fit of amusement, "On who?"
"Malfoy," Hermione and Brenna said in unison; "That git's got et comin'," Brenna added.
Ron looked at her in surprise; "You're in on this?" he asked; "Our own, sweet innocent Brenna?"
Brenna smirked, idly closing the box with a snap and tossing it into the air before catching it; "This gel's not innocent," she said; "First foot he steps on, thess baby comes out."
Fred came over, beaming; "Ah, the 'Jack Wack Gone' box? Nice choice," he said, patting Brenna and Hermione both on the back; "Who's it for?"
Brenna smiled; "A certain blonde snake," she replied coyly.
Fred laughed; "Wonderful, finally, it's put to good use!" he exclaimed; "Now, it seems you four will be here for a while, seeing as how Lupin's informed us of the Malfoy threat. You're to stay here-"
"With us!" George called from the counter.
"Until they finish your shopping and take you home," Fred finished; "Now, tea, anybody? Or perhaps ice cream?"
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They spent the remainder of the day catching up and sharing stories, laughing at jokes and the odd assortment of prank items the twins had in stock. They all took to the upstairs apartment the twins had furnished and shared, all sitting around the living room where an extra couch had been brought in. It was a rather fun time, and Brenna finally understood why siblings were always happy. A small part of her envied them, but the other part of her outweighed by the fact that she was out, about, and with friends. And with Harry, Brenna mused, No, no no no no! I did not just think that! Like Harry fancies me like that, anyway... she stirred her seventh cup of tea, engrossed in her thoughts.
"Something the matter, Brenn?" Harry asked her worriedly; "You went kinda pale all of a sudden..."0
"I'm fine, really," Brenna said, smiling at him; "Jus' thinkin' a little..."
"You're back hurting you again?" Hermione asked.
Brenna shook her head; "Oh, what's wrong with your back?" Fred asked, both twins looking at her curiously.
"Oh, nothin'," Brenna replied; "Jus', ran inta somethin' an' I got a little scratch..."
"A little scratch?!?!" Ron said loudly, but Harry shot him a look that simply read shut the fuck up about it all. Ron stopped from continuing, and sipped on his butter beer.
"It was nothin', really," Brenna said when the twins looked at their brother, then back to her; "Honest, nothin' ta worry about."
"Okay," Fred said uneasily.
"What ever you say," George said; "So, anyone know who's gonna be the DADA teacher this year?"
"We thought Lupin would," Harry said; "But, the Ministry hasn't lifted the ban."
"So, there's not going to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" Fred asked.
"At all?" George added.
Harry shook his head; "That's why we're starting the DA meetings again," Hermione said, "We've spent a lot of nights up on it, and we already know the best spells we'll need in the long run."
"Dumbledore's Army rises again!" Fred said enthusiastically.
"Yeah, and with Brenna around, we'll be able to get more groups together," Ron said.
"Oh, so your going to Hogwarts?" George asked, looking at Brenna.
"Yeah," Brenna said, "But, Dumbledore just put me in Griffindor. He figured I'd get that House anyway, so..." she shrugged, then smiled; "I'm apparently a transfer student from... oh, where was it again, Harry?"
"New Jersey," Harry said, snorting with mirth; "From the States, no less, but New Jersey!"
They all had a good laugh at this, but stopped when they heard the shop door open; "Fred, didn't you lock the door?" George asked.
"Yeah, and warded it off, too," Fred said, getting up; "Everyone stay here," he said to the younger, "I mean it. George, come on."
A/N: uh oh...........cliffhanger cliffhanger! dun dun dun.... ooh....oooh.... 'someone cough traitor cough wicked this way comes'....