Harley Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets

The Girl Who Lived

Chapter Three

Facing A New Friend Or Foe

Silence hung in the night air as Harley Potter sat on a branch of a tree in River Grove Park. She sat above a large pond that glistened black in the night, but during the day it was a beautiful sparkling baby blue. Harley had just finished her first year of Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardy and was now on her summer break, unfortunately for her. She had, naturally thought it was going to be a good summer break. Up until she never received any letters from her best friends, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Fred and George Weasley, who she had spent time with as much as Ron and Hermione. It had been a few weeks since she had last been to their place. She wondered if their parents had discovered something wrong with her and that's why they never tried to contact her.

The park that Harley was at had a dirt path that traveled the whole length of the park. Playground equipment was placed in the shade of large trees with dirt and tree chippings on the floor. The park wasn't too far away from Private Drive and Worchester St. Bright sparkling stars danced in the night sky as storm clouds began to rumble overhead. The weather was nothing new to Harley. She had been use to the rapid change in the weather. The young twelve year old sighed as she leaned against the trees stump. Her intense, electric, emerald green eyes looked upward at the stars with a thoughtful expression. Sleepless nights had become frequent for the young girl. Dark circles underneath her eyes were show of it. A small sigh escaped her pink lips as fog formed from her breath. She wondered helplessly if she was ever going to feel loved by someone. To have someone care for her like a daughter or even a love that you only find from a relationship.

Eyes flickered below her as a sudden feeling of being watched crept up her spine and made the hairs on the back of her neck and arms stand on end. She shivered at the feeling and quickly searched with her eyes for the source that was watching her. Her body language remained relaxed and still, not showing any distress at the feeling of being watched as she continued to unsuccessfully find the source. With a yawn she blinked rapidly away the watery substance caused by the yawn. Her head leaned back against the rough bark as she closed her eyes. The memory of what had occurred over two hours ago made her lips twitch. The memory quickly surfaced in her mind and began to place through her mind.

A small figure lay curled in the corner of a room, whimpering as the sharp pain it felt through its body. An aggressive male voice growled as he stormed into the room. His black leather biker boots thumped against the floor of the room as he stepped inside from the hallway. The larger male stopped before the small curled figure. The man roughly bent down and grabbed the girl's raven black hair in a tight fist, pulling the figure up into an awkward standing position. The figure gave a small, almost growling noise from the sudden tug at her hair. "I said shut up." The voice snarled out angrily. Light from the moon, that was once hidden behind the storm clouds, filtered through the window, giving the darkened room an eerie glow. The room was nearly empty, beside a bed at the far corner of the room and a nightstand beside it. The moons light landed on the figure being held by the man. It showed a small raven-haired girl with vivid, electric, emerald green eyes and pale skin. She looked skinner than she had the year before. "Are you listening to be girl?" The voice spat with annoyance at the glazed look in the girls' eyes. She snapped out of her day dreaming of the days left until she was to go to Hogwarts and see her friends again, if she could call them friends anymore. Seeing, as they haven't written her at all this summer.

"No…was I supposed to be?" She questioned cheekily. Her eyes glinted mischievously as she looked up at the ceiling. The man growled and made to hit her when he noticed where she was looking. He gazed up at the ceiling and noticed something glittering brightly.

"What the…" He started to say when the object on the ceiling suddenly exploded with a loud pop. Harley tugged herself out of the man's grip and landed on the ground with a thud. The object swooped down and made a loud fiery hissing sound. The older man screamed, like a little girl mind you, and turned on his heel as he ran out of the room with the large bat like firecracker hissing and popping after him. Harley gave a chuckle and a large smile graced her lips as the man went screaming.

"Ah, my dear Fred and George Weasley. They sure do know what to give me." Harley sighed with amusement as she stood up quickly from the ground. She dusted herself off and ran a hand through her hair. She looked to see the clock hanging on the wall to see it was only two in the morning. "Maybe I'll go for a walk." She muttered to herself with a sigh. She grabbed her worn out jacket and threw it on before locking her door. She was now up on the third floor after being moved when she got back from 'that freak school of yours' as the Headmistress dubbed it.

Harley shook her head as she snapped back into reality. Her eyes scanned the park with thoughtfulness as she searched for anything out of the ordinary. It was now nearing five o'clock, which meant she had to start walking to Private Drive to get to one of the homes that she worked on. With a sigh she stood slowly up to her feet and looked at the floor. Shrugging her shoulders she jumped. Before landing on the ground she did a roll and landed on her knees. Jumping to her feet Harley dusted her hands off on her dark blue jeans. She gazed around the park one last time before making her way out of the park and towards the Iron Gate that was both the entrance/exit to the park. She hummed to herself as she stared down at her feet as she walked. The raven-haired Potter didn't notice or realize she was being watched from the shadows of the trees in a figure in black.

Harley sighed tiredly as she finished mowing the land of Mrs. Dawn. She was a kind old woman who had lost her husband years ago to a stroke and needed help with the front yard, backyard and help inside the house. She got paid ten dollars an hour from Mrs. Dawn, which pleased Harley immensely. Not only that, but she worked for Mrs. Figg, an older woman who lived near the Dursley's and needed help cleaning the inside of her house, front and backyard and the many cat boxes for her dozen of cats. Mrs. Figg paid her seven dollars an hour. Then she helped baby-sit for The Briers, who had three adorable children that needed to be watched at weekends whenever it was needed during the summer, she was paid fifteen dollars an hour. Then she was paid an extra ten for cleaning the Briers home and yards as well. Harley also worked for three other people, two of them where elderly, leading her to getting paid eight and nine dollars an hour as well as earning about the same amount of money for babysitting as she did from The Briers.


Harley wiped her forehead and pushed the mower back to the side of the house in the backyard. Closing the gate behind her she walked back around to the front and stepped into the freshly clean home. "Mrs. Dawn?" She called out into the silent home as she walked through the hallway, passing the living room and into the kitchen. "Mrs. Dawn, I'm finished now." She stated to the elderly woman with a small kind smile. Mrs. Dawn, a woman in her sixties with graying blonde hair and kind honey brown eyes smiled at the young girl.

"Thank you my dear. I believe I owe you payment. Yes?" Mrs. Dawn questioned quietly in a light Scottish accent. Harley nodded her head with a grin. "Hmm, where are my glasses." The elder woman muttered to herself as she looked around the table. Harley gave a chuckle and shook her head, clearing her throat she spoke.

"They're on your head, Mrs. Dawn." Harley tried not to laugh at the forgetful elderly woman, but it was too hard sometimes.

"Oh. I'm so forgetful at times. Thank you dear." The elderly woman chuckled with a wink to the girl. She pulled her glasses off her head and lowered them over her eyes. "Hmm, lets see now, how long did you work today dear?" The woman questioned. Harley counted to herself quietly as she tried to figure out. She had arrived at Mrs. Dawn's home at eight and it was now eleven. She had arrived at Mrs. Figgs at around six or so to clean everything since the woman seemed to never sleep.

"Forty dollars, Mrs. Dawn." Harley stated with a smile. Humming to herself Mrs. Dawn pulled out her wallet and counted the money silently.

"There you are dear, I gave you an extra twenty for your hard work. It's hard to find such a young pupil willing to help an old woman like myself." Mrs. Dawn stated with a smile.

"Thank you. I'll be back here whenever I can Mrs. Dawn." Harley stated with a nod and smiled as she waved goodbye and made her way out the door. She walked down the deserted street and towards the busy city of London.

As Harley made her way down the deserted side streets to make a quicker way to London she noticed the usual cloaked figure following after her. She squinted her eyes with annoyance at being followed, again. She sighed and stepped into a dark alley. She hid behind the large dumpster and pulled out her slick black wand. She held it tightly in her hand as she waited patiently for the figure to step inside. As the shadowed figure walked past her she slowly stood and pointed her wand at the figures back. "Why are you following me?" She demanded. The figure paused at the sound of Harley's voice and glanced over his or hers shoulders. Their eyes glittered eerily in the dark of the alley.

"Are you going to really use your wand on me Harley Potter?" A husky males voice questioned from beneath the hood.

"Show yourself to me. You've been following me for two years. I deserve to know who you are." Harley ordered. It was a logical reason to want to know who this figure was, but she felt it was deeper than it truly was meant to be. She wanted to know who this man was for a reason she had yet to figure out. As the man began to lower his hood, she wasn't too sure if she wanted to know now. Her vivid, electric, emerald eyes widened and a soft barely heard gasp escaped her lips as the man in black finally lowered his hood. Her eyes scanned the man's face with shock and slight amazement.

"You." She breathed out in shock.


I know this chapter isn't very long, but the next ones will be.

Don't worry, I figured you all deserved a double update for being amazing readers and keeping up with my story. It will also keeping me going.

Let's see, Harley is having second thoughts about her friends, which is never good. She also has to deal with the Orphanage being horrible, like usual. She also continued to work during the summer to earn her own money and not use her parents

Not only that, but she's now about to discover who her stalker in black is and soon in the future, she'll learn of who that other follower was as well as who that couple in the alleyway was in first year.

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I also want to thank you all for reviewing and those that have continued to read this story! It makes me smile knowing you all like this story so much.

Your Writer,

TheWeepingRaven