Chapter Two- Whose That Knockin' on My Door?
ok, so i am still new at this, so please be patient because i am still getting into it and all. I hope you liked the first one and i hope you like this one too. pleeease review!
Recap:
"Jeez professor, you're starting to scare me. Your acting as if you've brought a bunch of Slytherins to stay here." Harry laughed.
"uh oh," Hermione mumbled.
"I do believe that's our cue," said a voice from the door.
Story time:
Everyone turned to the place where the voice came from. There stood four people Harry Potter never expected to be standing in his living room. On the left, a nervous, yet slightly calm, Blaise Zambini. On the right, a smug Pansy Parkinson. In the back, an emotionless Draco Malfoy. And in the middle stood a girl no one recognized. She was a fairly tall, skinny, blonde, green-eyed teen. She was beautiful.
Maybe if Harry wasn't too caught up in the three Slytherins he did recognize he would have noticed the attractive girl smiling at his shocked face. But he didn't.
"What...the bloody hell, are they doing here?" Harry asked through his shock, pointing at the three people he knew, still not noticing the girl.
"Please Harry, you must understand." McGonagall said, unsure of how to calm him, "They want to help us."
"I find that hard to believe," Harry responded coldly.
"I knew you would, but I need you to put the past behind you...for now at least."
"Put the past behind me? You expect me to forget about everything they've done?" Harry asked, "All the names? The fights? The pain? Sorry, but I don't think I can, or will, do that."
"Harry," McGonagall said a bit coldly, "be reasonable. The want to HELP us!"
"Hah. Help? How can they help? The last time we let one of them somebody died! The would just end up betraying us," he said. This caused the Slytherins to get a little mad.
Hermione had been watching the sene progress and figured now would be a good time to intervene, "Harry, I think we should listen to McGonagall ...just listen."
"Fine." Harry said bluntly, no sense in arguing with Hermione.
"Thank you, Hermione," McGonagall said nodding to Hermione, "although you may not believe it, these four want to help the Order. Before you ask why, Mr. Potter, I will tell you it is their business, not yours. If they choose to tell you, that is fine. But, do not push them if they choose not to, which they may do."
"Excuse me professor, but you expect us to have a bunch of Slytherins stay in the house and not question their new 'change of heart'?" Hermione asked struggling to sound polite, but not really succeeding.
"Actually, yes. I do. Please, just trust me." The professor almost begged. The three stood there dumbfounded, what should they do? What could they do? The didn't really have a choice anymore, they would just have to roll with the punches for now.
"Oh...kay..." Hermione said, not know what to say, do, or think for that matter, for once. Ron and Harry just stood there, slightly nodding.
"Good," McGonagall said smiling, "You know Mr. Zambini, Ms. Parkinson, and Mr. Malfoy." They three nodded as their name was said, the trio nodded back.
Ron, who had noticed the girl was anxious to know who she was, and was sick of waiting, "Yes, yes. But who is that?" he said pointing to the stranger as she broke out into a grin.
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