Harry Potter and Christine Davet

Chapter 1: The Burrow Again

Christine Davet was the first to arrive at the Weasley home for the last week of summer before term began. She had been invited by Ron Weasley, one of her best friends from Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had met Ron, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger in her first year at school. At first Hermione was her biggest enemy; they were always competing for the best grades. But eventually, they had turned their passion for grades into a strong friendship, then with that whole Halloween troll thing, they had become friends with Harry and Ron.

'I love coming to this house,' Christine thought to herself as she unpacked her suitcase. Since her first year at school, the four friends had always been invited to the Weasley home right before term began again.

Christine was not a short person, but she was not tall either. Her dark, wavy, slightly curly hair hung to the middle of her back. She had the eyes the color of dark chocolate with a sparkling shimmer to them. Christine had finished unpacking her clothes and had placed them into a drawer Ginny Weasley had left empty for her. Christine's parents had allowed her to visit the Weasleys and her friends, Harry,and Hermione, before going back to Hogwarts.

As she helped Mrs. Weasley and Ginny prepare dinner and set the table for that night, for there would be twelve of them tonight, she heard Ron and Harry walk up the stairs.

Harry saw the bright color of orange all around him, broomsticks zooming by everywhere he looked. The crowds went wild as the seeker made an incredible dive and caught the snitch as the Chudley Cannons won the game. Actually Harry had just walked into his best friend's room. It was no secret that Ron was a Cannon fan, but it was also no secret that he never attempted to clean the room itself. An old Potions paper was lying on the floor next to what looked like his Monster Book of Monsters. His scarlett and gold Gryffindor scarf was scattered across a pile of clothes that was so high, Harry had trouble getting to the bed next to it. Drawers were half full of clothes, and others were so full, sleeves and socks were sticking out at different angles.

"Harry? What are you doing?"Christine asked as she tried to fit through the door Harry was standing in.

"Nothing, just wondering why his mother hasn't killed him yet. You know he should really try and clean this every once in a while. I think that cauldron has something growing in it," Harry replied stepping further into the room.

"Hmm, that wasn't there earlier," Ron muttered under his breath as he entered the room as well.

"So what do you want to do now? We could go play Quidditch outside," Ron said admiring a poster with the Keeper blocking a flying quaffle, before being knocked off his broom by a bludger.

"Shouldn't we wait for Herm–"

"Hermione so we can what, Harry Potter?" The three of them looked up and saw Hermione standing in the doorway. Her appearance had definitely changed since the last term. Her bushy brown hair was gone and had become darker and wavy, and her eyes were still the same light brown color they had been since first year.however she wasn't the only that lookeddifferent,they all had changed since they last saw each other.Harry had become more reserved in his personality, Ron had gotten taller,Hermione had lost her bushy hair and Christinehad stopped being a perfectionist. Sure she still had high standards for herself and her friends, but now they were within reach of reality.

"So we can, er..." Harry looked over at Ron for some help. Christine knew what both Harry and Ron were thinking.

"Let's see," said Christine walking from behind Harry and joining Hermione in the quest for what the boy's wanted, "there's only two things they usually want and dinner's almost ready so that leaves one other option."

"Homework." smiled the girls in a teasing tone. Harry and Ron blushed and knew that nothing had changed just because they were now in their sixth year.

"Kids come on down dinner is ready!" they heard Mrs. Weasley yell from the kitchen.Christineand her friends worked their way downstairs to the smell of chicken, homemade bread and vegetables on the table.

"We got the letters from Hogwarts today, all five of them are here. I was thinking that after you all got settled we could go to Diagon Alley first thing in the morning. We are going to have to get everything tomorrow otherwise you won't have any books or supplies," Mrs. Weasley said with a bit of urgency in her voice.

The next morning Christine, Hermione and Ginny made their way downstairs early, so they would have time to eat breakfast before visiting Diagon Alley. It was exactly asChristine had remembered it, enchanting and mysterious. Kids of all ages had their noses pressed against the windows of stores and dreaming of the newest broom model; nothing had changed, except that everyone seemed to be on high alert.

"It's probably because Voldemort is back,"Christine thought to herself as she passed the pet store where Hermione had bought Crookshanks. Suddenly, people began screaming and panicking all through the street.

"What's going on?" Ginny asked as they walked out of Flourish and Blotts.

"I don't know," stammered Ron as he too came out of Flourish and Blotts followed by his mother and father.

"Kids get to the Leaky Cauldron.Use their fireplace and get back to the Burrow. Now!" yelled Mr. Weasley.

When everyone was safely back at the Burrow, nobody understood what was going on except Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

"What was that about?" Hermione asked as she walked over to sit on the couch with Christine and Ginny.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked at each other, trying to decide whether or not to tell the children what was going on. After a moment or two of thinking, Mr. Weasley spoke.

"All you kids need to know is to be on your guard at all times, even when you go back to school. Something's about to happen, but until we have more information, you're just going to have to take my word for it. Now, it's late and we have to be up early tomorrow. I suggest we all pack and go to bed."

The first day back to school was upon them. As usual with so many people, the morning was in a whirlwind of remembering and forgetting things. The Weasleys promised to send whatever was left behind.

The station was full of muggles, more than usual, but nothing out of the ordinary. As the scarlett train gleamed in the sunlight, Christine, Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny all said their good-byes and again were on their way to school they loved, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.