Harley Potter And The Sorcerers Stone
The Girl Who Lived
Chapter Six
First Shopping Trip Of A Lifetime
Part Two
Harley entered Flourish and Blotts with a small smile across her lips. The shop was filled with rows of shelves of books stacked to the ceiling made Harley look around with awe. "Hogwarts?" A voice questioned from behind Harley. Harley gazed up from a black book with gold lettering across it to see the man who had spoken to her and broken her concentration.
"Yes. A first year." She said. Pulling out her list of books she handed it to the man.
"Follow me." With a turn of his heel the man made his way to the back of the store. Setting the book back down on the exact place she had found it, Harley followed the wizard. Turning into an aisle with a long row of bookshelves stacked with books the wizard that worked at the bookshop began to climb up a ladder as he began to take the needed books down and slowly handed each of them to her. A few minutes of going through different shelves to get the books Harley quickly had her arms full. Walking back to the front with the male wizard, Harley tiredly set the books down before speaking to the man.
"Do you mind if I...checked some of the other books out?" She questioned. "Before I buy everything Mr. -" She started but stopped when she realized she didn't know the man's name.
"Mr. Watson. And who would you be?" The man, now known as Watson said with a smile.
"My name is Harley, Mr. Watson. Would you mind if I looked around?" She questioned again.
"Go right ahead." Nodding to Mr. Watson she turned and made her way to the staircase. Walking up the stairs two at a time she swiftly made her way to the second landing. Her eyes gazed around at the large second floor with wide eyes. There were so many books, and so few she could read. Treading unhurriedly down the walkway she looked at each aisle and finally turned down the last row on the second floor. With a purse of her lips she looked over the many books with interesting titles. Harley didn't notice that there was someone else walking down the same aisle as she was. With a sudden thump, she bumped into a solid figure and tumbled to the floor on her backside with a grunt. Shaking her head the girl glanced up and noticed a rather tall man, standing at around six foot two with long shoulder length blond hair and cold pale blue eyes and pale skin, sneer down at the young girl.
"Oi! Watch it will you?" Harley questioned grumpily. It wasn't everyday that a person would actually enjoy getting knocked down on their arse. The older wizard looked down at the girl with a cold calculating look on his pointed facial expression. Every fiber in her being was telling her to screw the small chitchat with this man and get the hell away from as soon as possible. She had a very dark and dangerous vibe from him.
"Clearly. If you were paying attention –" He sneered. "You would not have fallen and bumped into me." The man said in a drawling voice. Harley's eye twitched as she realized who this man must be, Amethyst, Draco and Felicity's father. Only a man with his looks and voice could pass down his genes and traits. She remained silent as she looked around the aisle for a moment, before glancing back at the man's searching gaze.
"Ay! I wasn't the one just standing there. So technically, it isn't all my fault." Harley replied back wittily and a bit defensively. She wasn't about to back down; she was stubborn and hard headed, not exactly a very good trait to have together.
"What's your name girl?" The blond haired wizard demanded, much like his youngest daughter had when Harley was in the robe shop.
"I don't talk to strangers and I certainly don't give away my name to them." Harley stated, picking up the fallen books from off the wooden floor she hastily straightened and turned to walk away when his cold brusque voice stopped her.
"You remind me of someone I once knew, two someone's actually, that I went to school with." The statement he made, made Harley's back straighten with unease. "You wouldn't happen to know who I'm talking about would you?" His drawling voice questioned. Harley felt her insides freeze. She certainly didn't want this man, of all witches and wizards, to know who she is.
"I'm sorry, sir." Harley stated through clenched teeth, as she remained facing forward. "I haven't a clue who you're talking about." With those words said, Harley quickly stepped down the stairs and walked to the register area. Placing the four new books with her school ones she pulled out the needed money and waited patiently for Mr. Watson to place them into a large bag. Handing her the bag with a friendly smile he spoke. "Hope you have a nice day Ms. Potter."
"You too Mr. Watson." Harley replied. Walking away from the desk she made her way through the large crowd of witches and wizards that had just walked in. She glanced over her shoulder, to see the man she had bumped into standing at the ledge of the second floor, watching her. Feeling a chill shoot down her spine she quickly looked away and stepped out into the fresh afternoon air and took a deep breath. Her green eyes looked around the alleyway. Her eyes caught the sight of the same hooded figure from before staring right at her. Looking at the figure warily she turned away and decided to walk to the wand shop, Ollivanders. She didn't need a confrontation with the figure in black, especially when she knew no defense, beside hand to hand, but that would do no good with a skilled witch or wizard. 'All I need now is my wand and a pet.' She thought to herself.
Harley Potter pulled open the door of Ollivanders Wand shop and stepped inside the dusty and deserted shop. The golden bell above made a small ding, letting the owner know she had arrived.
"Good afternoon." A soft voice spoke from the darkened room. Harley jumped. Glancing up from looking at a box that held a wand she quickly set it down. An older man with pale skin and glimmering silver hair man stepped out from behind the shelves. His eyes were an odd silver color as he looked at Harley Potter almost as if he was looking into her soul.
"Hello." Harley stated awkwardly.
"Ah yes." The man said in a soft voice. He nodded his head slowly as he looked at the young girl in front of him. "Yes, yes. I'd thought I'd be seeing you soon Harley Potter." It wasn't a question, but a statement as his eerie eyes looked into her emerald green eyes. "You have your mothers eyes." He stated with a quirk of his lips. "It seems like just yesterday that she was in here, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inch long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work."
Mr. Ollivander moved closer. Harley desperately wanted to blink as she remained locked in a staring gaze with the wand maker. Mr. Ollivander's eyes were a bit creepy. "Your father on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. It's pliable. With a little more power and was excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it." He stated with a pause. "Of course - it's really the wand that chooses the wizard." Mr. Ollivander stepped closer, so close they were almost nosed and nose to each other. Harley could see herself reflected in the older mans eyes.
"And that's where..."
Mr. Ollivander raised his hand and touched the lightening bolt scar on Harley's forehead with a long white finger. "I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it. Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands... well, if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world..." He shook his head and to the relief of Harley, changed the subject. "Now, Ms. Potter. What hand do you use?" He questioned, looking to Harley.
"Er...I'm left or right handed." said Harley. "I use my left more than my right though." She explained at the raise of Mr. Ollivanders eyebrow.
"Hmm…." He murmured to himself. Shaking his head from his thoughts he looked back down at the slightly shorter girl.
"Very well. Hold out your arm." Harley raised her arm without a fight, while her eyes wandered around the room. She looked at the large shelves that where stacked to the roof with thin and narrow boxes on top of each other, full of wands. "There you go." Pulling out a measurement he began to measure the eleven year old. The measurement measured her arms, wrist, elbows, armpits and a few other areas. As Mr. Ollivander made his way to the back to fetch some wands she finally realized, as the measurement began to measure her nostrils, that it was doing it on its own.
Mr. Ollivander the whole time had been wandering the shelves, grabbing boxes of wands for Harley to try. Soon, be came back and handed her a wand. Holding it in her hand she raised an eyebrow at the older man. "Well, give it a wave." Feeling foolish, Harley began to try wand after wand, each one not working like that last. Harley was beginning to loose hope of ever finding herself a wand after the twelfth one. But Ollivander seemed to become happier with each wand she tried.
"Tricky customer eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere. - I wonder, now - yes, why not - unusual combination - holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple." Ollivander stated, pulling out the wand from the box he handed it to Harley. Holding it in her hand she felt a warm tingling feeling through her fingers. Raising it above her head she brought it down. A swish of bright red and gold sparks shot out of the end like fireworks and bounced against the wall. "Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good." He exclaimed with a happy smile. Before it slowly disappeared and a silent thoughtful look crossed his face. "Well, well, well...how curious...how very curious..." He muttered to himself as he made to put the wands back.
"What's curious?" Harley questioned with curiosity.
Mr. Ollivander fixed Harley with his pale-eyed stare. "I remember every wand I ever sold, Ms. Potter, every single wand. It just so happens that the Phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather - just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand, when it's brother - why, its brother gave you that scar." Harley swallowed. She wasn't sure she wanted to listen to the older man anymore. "Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen." He stated in a murmur. "The wand chooses the wizard Ms. Potter. I think we will expect great things from you, Ms. Potter...After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, did great things - terrible, but great." Harley shivered. She wasn't sure she liked Mr. Ollivander too much. Paying him for her wand she walked out of Ollivanders shop, still feeling his gaze on her back.
As Harley made her way down to the Pet shop, she passed by very curiously dressed witches and wizards. She wondered, vaguely, if she would ever have to dress like they did. "Can you believe it Dudley? We're a witch and wizard!" An extremely obnoxious voice exclaimed excitedly. Harley froze mid step, her heart filling with dread at the sound of the squeaky high-pitched voice.
"Please...please – " She begged quietly. " – Don't let it be who I think it is." Harley murmured to herself under her breath as she glanced up at the bright blue sky above her. With a sigh of dread she glanced over her shoulder and a depressing frown graced her lips. It was who she thought it was. "Someone must really hate me." She stated to herself with a grimace. Down a few shops stood the well known Delora and Dudley Dursley, who had made her life a living hell for the last few years of her life. Looking up to the heavens with a low groan of annoyance. She glared hatefully at the bright blue sky for no reason in particular, just because she didn't want to glare at someone for no reason. Shaking her head in frustration she turned on her heel and began to make her way towards Eyelops Owl Emporium.
"It is pretty amazing." Dudley replied to his sister in a low and dull voice. His voice floated towards Harley, making her flinch as she walked even faster to the Owl store. The Dursley twins seemed to be going the same direction Harley was going.
"I swear..." Harley muttered to herself with an annoyed huff. "If I ever find Fate. I'll beat it with a bloody bat." She stepped into the Owl shop and looked around. She looked at the many different owls, each of them different colored, from white to brown to black to reddish brown to multicolored, with different colored eyes. As she wandered down the different rows she finally stopped at the last row to find the owl she liked best. It was a bright snow-white shade with gray dots on its wings. The Owl had bright blue eyes and tilted its head as Harley walked closer to it. The owl was sitting by itself. "Hello you." Harley stated, walking up to the owl she knew she wanted as a pet she raised a pale finger and pet the side of the owls face with a thoughtful look. The snow-white owl hooted its greetings to Harley making the young girl smile at it. "You're a pretty one aren't you?" She stated. The owl hooted again and nipped her finger lightly giving her a small love bite.
"I've never seen that owl be so mellow and kind to someone." A female voice stated from behind Harley. Glancing over her shoulder Harley looked to see an older woman around her mid thirties with messy brown hair and honey brown eyes that stared at Harley in amazement.
"Really? Why do you say that?" The eleven year old asked.
"Well, ever since we got her, that owl has been nothing but trouble. None of the other owls seem to like her. I suppose, this girl gives the others more trouble than they like. I'm Jade by the way." Jade stated with a careless shrug. Smiling Harley looked back at the female owl, already having a name in place for her new pet.
"I'm Harley, and I'll take her." Stated Harley with a grin. Shaking her head the woman began to help Harley pick out a cage, which Harley chose a silver colored cage with a food and water bowl and some food for her new pet to eat for when she needed it. Paying the woman her money, Harley happily left with her new pet owl. "Well Hedwig. It's just you and me now girl. How about we head over to see Hagrid?" Hooting her agreement, Harley and Hedwig made their way to the Ice Cream Palour to get some ice cream before having to leave to go back to the Orphanage.
"…We can't keep doing this." A feminine voice stated from a deserted alleyway in-between two shops. The voice sounds vaguely familiar to Harley Potter as she came to a slow stop beside the entrance of the alleyway with a curious feeling burning in her stomach as she listened in on the conversation. So sue her, she had a natural curiosity that always led her into trouble.
"I…I know…but I can't help it." A males voice murmured with a sad sigh that escaped from his lips. With a tilt of her head Harley continued to listen with a meditative look on her face. There was a sound of a shuffle; Harley assumed it was the sound of feet moving. There was a soft moan, making the young girls eyes widen. So, they were kissing now. A light female sigh echoed in the alleyway.
"I wish…I wish we didn't have to hide this." The young woman stated mournfully. Harley felt bad for the young couple, which Harley assumed had to hide their relationship because people may not accept it.
"I love you…I hope you know that." The voice whispered softly, it had a slightly husky tone to it. Harley listened to a small sniffle, a sign of the young woman in the alleyway was crying. "Shh…it'll be alright." The young male whispered to the younger woman. Arms wrapped around each other as Harley continued to lean against the wall and listen on, on this private coupling. The eleven year old wondered thoughtfully if her parents had been the same way. In love with each other and always worried someone would figure them out. Seeing as Harley figured before her conception that the wizarding world had been in peril because of the wizard known as Voldemort. After all, she knew that she was only famous for destroying a wizard that was important in the cause of death and destruction.
"I…I love you too. You're the only one –" The girl took a shuttering breath in. " – That I could ever talk to and who could understand me." The young girl spoke in an equally soft voice but with conviction as she looked up to the slightly taller gentleman, her boyfriend, and the one man she loved. Harley watched the many other witches and wizards wander by as she remained leaning against the tall brick wall. Many different individuals mingled between each other as they walked towards their destinations. Witches spoke giddily with one another while wizards conversed seriously. Couples, friends and family wandered with each other to the stores to buy new products for themselves or school.
"I'll always be there for you." The male stated with certainty. "No matter what. Even if we can't be together anymore." The couple sighed together in unison and remained silent before the man spoke up again. Or Harley assumed the couples were older than herself. After all, they sounded like they had been through a lot. "We should go before someone notices we've been gone longer than we're suppose to." At the sound of the couple making their way out of the alleyway, Harley pushed herself away from the alleyway and made her way towards the ice cream pallor. Her mind rushed with many thoughts that were giving her a headache. She didn't move to look back at who was talking, but she would figure who it was soon enough, it would just take some time.
Harley felt the feeling of being watched by more than one person as she walked down the alley, making her hairs stand on end. Glancing over her shoulder bright, electric, emerald green eyes searched for the source of feeling watched. Her swift pace stopped suddenly as she caught sight of a bright blond, almost silver hair and bluish/gray eyes that also looked almost silver with pale skin watched her closely as he wandered down the alley with his parents and siblings. 'Why would Draco Malfoy be watching me?' The girl questioned with a scrunch of her eyebrows as she squinted her eyes thoughtfully. Shaking her head her lips quirked slightly in a smile. Draco's own lips twisted in a slight smile as he continued to look at the girl. His gaze was pulled away from her as his younger sister, Felicity, brought his attention away as she spoke to him about something Harley couldn't hear. Shaking her head, Harley looked away and looked for the other source of eyes watching her.
The sight of the cloaked figure standing in the shadows of an alleyway made Harley become frustrated. 'Why was this cloaked figure watching her?' Shaking her head she pushed the thought away as she turned her gaze somewhere else and sighed with annoyance as another pair of eyes watched her. 'What the bloody hell is with everyone watching me today?' She demanded to herself mentally. "Do I have a sign on my forehead saying, 'hey look at me'?' She muttered to herself as another figure, shadowed with a hat and sunglasses watched Harley with a purse of their lips. A large cloak, much like the other cloaked figure made it difficult for Harley to tell if the person was male or female. "I swear if someone stares, follows or watches me for the rest of the day I'll beat them with a pillow." She grumbled loud enough for many witches and wizards to give the girl odd looks. "Oh what are you looking at?" She snapped at a young looking wizard with a roll of her eyes as she stormed off and finally into the ice cream shop.
Right, well Chapter Six is up and running finally!
As you can see I added an extra scene. Can any of you guess who that mystery couple is, or who the shadowed figures are? And why, would Draco Malfoy of all people be staring at Harley? Hmm, one can only wonder.
Lets see, Harley got her wand, her pet and finally gets to head to Hogwarts! Yay!
R&R and tell me what you think. Also, if anyone has suggestion (ideas) for later years in Harley's life, let me know, I'll be glad to hear some of them. Though, I'll have to make them fit with my own ideas. Reviews and supportive comments are much like cookies, candy and Monster Energy Drinks they keep me writing. =)
I do NOT own any Harry Potter characters...unfortunately. -Pouts childishly- If I did, I'd so own Harry and Draco and defiantly Sirius Black. -Grins cheekily- He's hot, just like Malfoy and Potter. But Malfoy is the hottest, besides Sirius. I'm being seriously Sirius. Sorry, couldn't help meself. -Shrugs innocently- I'd probably even own the Weasley Twins too. ;)
Anyways, I'll try to get another chapter or two, maybe three up tonight.
Want to hear something weird? I had a dream last night that had to deal with HP, which gave me some ideas, so beware of my strange ideas in the near future. ;) After all, I'm a bit bonkers (or so my friends say) in the head, especially when I have Monster Energy Drinks, cookies and candy!
Next chapter will either be called Hogwarts Express Edition or Express To A New Life. It will be either one of those names, I haven't decided yet.
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TheWeepingRaven