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A/N: I decided that I fail so I changed this chapter a bit. I hope its a little better. Though I didn't change much. Oh well.

Enjoy.


Days passed quickly in the Weasley home. Harry caught up with his two best friends, practicing Quidditch with Ron and finishing his yet undone homework with Hermione. About a week after his arrival, an owl brought Harry, Hermione and the two youngest Weasley's their letters from Hogwarts.

"Oh my!" Mrs. Weasley cried, looking over the list. Her hand flew to her mouth as the list seemed to grow longer and longer. "Well, I suppose we'll need to go to Diagon Alley later today." The red headed, aging witch smiled at the four children sitting at the table. Mr. Weasley had left for work at the Ministry an hour before and the normally bustling house seemed unusually quiet.

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Having made plans to meet up with Mrs. Weasley later, the trio strolled down Diagon Alley. Crowds of students shopping for school supplies flooded the street. The air was warm and dry. A welcomed breeze swept through the alley and blew through Harry's hair. A bell chimed as the three friends entered Flourish ands Blotts. The store was relatively empty as the three strolled through the aisles in search of their schoolbooks.

Half an hour later, the group moved toward the cash register, each carrying a heavy stack of books. But as they rested their books on the counter and waited for the clerk to return, an all too familiar blonde-haired wizard appeared before them.

"Well, what do we have here?" Sneered Draco Malfoy. "If it isn't Scar-head, Weasel-bee and the Mudblood." The burly and rather unintelligent Crabbe and Goyle stepped out from a nearby aisle and stood flanking Malfoy's side. "Are you sure you can afford all that Weasley? Have your parent been saving all year to but you those?" Malfoy and his minions laughed heartily as Ron's face turned bright red.

"Shove off Malfoy," Hermione growled.

"Oh," Malfoy grew even more amused. "Is your girlfriend sticking up for you now, Weasley?" Their laughter grew even louder as Ron and Hermione both flushed a violent shade of scarlet.

"She's not my girlfriend," Ron shouted, causing Malfoy and friends to double over with laughter.

"Bugger off Malfoy!" Harry yelled. Malfoy stepped forward and shoved Harry back into Ron with. Just as Harry was reaching for his wand, the clerk emerged from the back room.

"How may I help you gentlemen today?" The scrawny, bug-eyed man asked. Harry and Malfoy glared at one another for a moment before Malfoy backed off.

"See you around, Potter," Malfoy sneered. The blonde wizard turned on his heel and stormed out of the store, promptly followed by Crabbe and Goyle.

The three finished paying for their books and left the store. They stopped by the Leaky Cauldron and left their books with Tom, the owner of the pub and a good friend of the group. They left once again to continue shopping. As Harry turned the corner into the alley, he ran straight into a girl carrying an armful of books. The books went tumbling out of her arms and littered the ground.

"I'm so sorry," Harry apologized, leaning down to help the girl pick up her books.

"Oh it's no problem," the girl said bending down as well.

"Here you go," he said and handed her two leather-bound books. He looked up to see a two misty green eyes looking back at him from behind a curtain of auburn bangs. Her skin was a creamy white. The two stood and Harry brushed his hands off on his pants. The girl was fairly tall, reaching to just below Harry's eyes. Her slender waist flowed seamlessly into her flawless curves.

"I'm Riley," the girl said. Harry noticed her obvious American accent.

"Harry," he said. They managed an awkward handshake. "Are you from America?"

"Yeah," Riley smiled. "How'd you guess?"

"The accent might have given it away just a bit," Harry said with a playful grin. "That and perhaps the utterly vulgar manners."

"You're so funny," she said as she rolled her eyes and laughed.

"We try," Harry laughed.

Ron coughed from behind the two, and Harry remembered that he'd arrived with two others. "Oh sorry, this is Ron and Hermione." Harry motioned to them. "You guys, this is Riley."

"Pleasure to meet you," Hermione said, politely extending her hand. Riley shifted her books and daintily returned the gesture.

"Nice to meet you," Ron said loudly and roughly shook Riley's arm.

"Nice to meet you both," Riley laughed as Ron let go of her hand.

Somewhere in the distance, a clock chimed two o'clock. "Oh crap!" Riley exclaimed. "Sorry to rush, but I've really got to go. It was really nice meeting you all. I guess I'll see you later!"

"Bye!" Harry, Ron and Hermione chimed. Riley waved goodbye and, flicking her long hair behind her, hurried down the alley.


A/N: Ok so yeah, thats it. Its short but oh well. And I know the American thing is overused but really, it's not gonna come up very often in the story. Maybe onlya few times. But if it bugs you at all, just pretend she's from somewhere else. The part important to the plot has to do with the fact that shes someone new, not really where shes from.It really could have been anywhere. And now I've bored you with a rant about something totally and completely pointless (but I do that so well) so I apologize.

:) Ciao!