Are all English people this cranky?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. They are the property of JK rowling. I only own the new OC's which appear in the following chapters.

Harry had to admit, she was pretty damn good. She had let him come in and sit with her on the bed while she played. Harry found it quite exciting getting to talk to a witch who could pass off for a very cool muggle. In the corner of the small room she had two guitars, one electric and one acoustic. In the corner was a black Jackson flying V and the one which she was playing was a Gibson Les Paul, in white.

'You must have spent a fortune on these.'

Lorena nodded, 'That's all I really saved up for. I know Ron would go mad at this, but my father has enough money to buy us whatever we want. I just wanted to actually be able to say that these guitars were mine, you know?'

'I had to leave my guitar back at the Dursleys,' Harry said sadly. 'Peavey.' He added.

Lorena made a noise which Harry could only assume meant that she was kind of perplexed as to why he would leave it. 'No space to carry it. And anyway, I can't bring it to Hogwarts…'

'You don't have to plug them in through an amp you know.' Lorena stated, 'And you could use a spell to make them sound louder without leads or amplifiers.'

'I never thought about that and I have no idea why.' Harry suddenly felt rather foolish, all the years he spent without his guitar at Hogwarts, what on earth was wrong with him?

'Don't worry,' Lorena grinned, 'Diagon Alley, I'm sure you'll get the chance to buy a guitar. If you say please I'm sure you'll be allowed into muggle London. Who could say no to the Harry Potter?'

'Many people I'm sure,' Harry frowned, 'Anyway, I should be spending my money on books, not guitars or broomsticks.'

'Hmm, but from what I heard from Ron one night, dunno where you were, you have tonnes of money. And that's only going to increase, so why not buy lots of stuff?'

'You have to buy me a birthday present.' Harry said cheekily.

'Very well,' Lorena said quite seriously, putting her index finger up to her mouth in thought, 'We are childhood friends, reunited after like fifteen years, so why not?'

'Eh… I was just joking. I don't want a present off you.'

'How rude, do you think it'd have cooties or something?' Lorena pretended to look offended.

'No… I'm just not getting you to spend money on me-'

'What if, for my birthday you'd have to buy me a guitar too?' She smirked.

'When's your birthday?'

'December.'

'But what if I hate you after one week?'

'Well then I'll take back my guitar and you can buy one for yourself, so we both win either way. Deal?'

'Sure, how could I say no to a guitar?'

'Hello?' Mrs Weasleys voice said quietly from the door of Lorenas room, 'Sorry to disturb you, but your letters from school came today. Here.' She handed Harry both his and Lorenas, 'I presume I can find the others in Rons room?'

'Yea, thanks Mrs Weasley.' Harry closed the door after Mrs Weasley left.

'Your OWL results, are they in your Hogwarts letter?' Harry asked as he tore his open.

'No idea,' Lorena shrugged at him, 'They probably got them from Durmstrang and just threw them in…'

Harry looked at his usual letter first, inviting him to come back for another year at Hogwarts, then was his sixth year school list, and finally his OWL results. He skimmed down through them… Transfiguration E, Herbology E, Defence Against The Dark Arts O, Charms O, Potions D, Care Of Magical Creatures A, History Of Magic A, (Which greatly shocked Harry as he never even finished his exam), Divination A.

Harry qute pleased with himself looked up at Lorena, 'What do you think?'

'Happy enough… Though the NEWTS should be much better.' She handed her results to Harry. She had got O's and E's in everything apart from Arithmancy which she got a D in. Like Harry, one of her best subjects was Defence Against the Dark Arts, also Potions was up there in her O category.

'Wow, you suck bad at Potions.' She muttered, then smiled at him.

'Yea, well, you suck at Arithmancy.'

'But you don't even do that so if you had done that exam you would have done worse.'

'I'm starting to dislike you already Valdez.'

Lorena laughed. After a moments silence she asked, 'Would Hermione be getting all O's?'

'Probably.'

'Shall we go see how they did?'

As was expected Hermione did very well. Nothing less than an E cursed her page. But then again, Hermione felt that her one E in Defence Against the Dark Arts was something to be seriously disappointed about. Fred and George just dismissed Hermiones complaints. Ron, on the other hand, along with Mrs Weasley was extremely thrilled with his results.

'Oh Ronnie,' She said as she kissed him on the cheek, 'You deserve a present for these wonderful results. What'll it be? Oh, I know. A lovely new set of dress robes.'

'Thanks Mum.' Ron beamed, He really enjoyed being the centre of attention.

Lupin on the other hand was paying much more attention to Hermione. 'You know Hermione, getting an E isn't the end of the world. I'm sure your results are wonderful.'

'Yea Hermione, calm down.' Lorena rolled her eyes at Sirius, 'I'd hate to see how you'd react if you failed stuff like we did.'

'How is Durmstrang to go to school in?' Remus frowned, 'I heard some things about it.'

Lorena shrugged, 'They're pretty hard on you. Zero tolerance on practically everything. They're especially into Defence Against The Dark Arts.'

'I'd imagine so,' Ron laughed, 'They're practically training you to be a death eater. Everyone from that school is a death eater.'

Sirius was about to open his mouth to Ron when Lorena replied, 'You know Ron, They train you like a death eater yea, but obviously it's your choice as to what you become. There are plenty of Gryffindor death eaters. I find your stupidity incredibly annoying.'

'What? Stupidity? They teach you dark magic in Durmstrang.'

'No, they don't. They just treat you like shit in Defence class, like Voldemort would treat a death eater… Which is real life. Makes you tough and smarter… Something Hogwarts should actually think of doing.'

Remus looked at Lorena with a smile, not entirely convinced. 'Its true,' She said, 'If you're in the middle of a war, why would you treat everyone like you would a four year old? You have to learn to be tough. You only learn that by not getting spoon-fed… And from what I've heard about teaching at Hogwarts, you may as well all be sitting in highchairs wearing bibs.' Lorena smiled sweetly at Ron.

'Look at the size of you. You wouldn't stand a chance against You-Know-Who, or any of his death eaters, or even me!'

'Oh, I beg to differ.' Lorena said, raising her eyebrows at Ron. Then looking to her uncle, 'This guy can't be serious, can he?'

'I could squash you with my foot.' Lorena let out a loud laugh, obviously not phased by Rons threats.

'Well, we're going to have to have a duel when we get to school, won't we?' Lorena nodded her head to Harry, 'I could beat him, I could definitely beat you.' Ron just continued to look sceptical, 'You would be killed after a week in Durmstrang.'

'Yea, Ron, Durmstrang is pretty tough. You do need to be quick and able to take pain to go there.' Remus said, 'They take a very, army-like approach to teaching. Use cruciatus as punishment, so I've heard.'

'You're joking.' Hermione said, aghast.

'Nope.' Lorena nodded her head, 'They're only allowed to use it for five seconds, no longer. And only for extreme crimes.'

'And you criticise Hogwarts?' Ron mocked, 'Beauxbatons wouldn't dare do stuff like that either-'

'Ron.' Lorena cut in, 'The French are spineless.'

Sirius roared with laughter, 'Oh God, that reminded me so much of Sophie.'

'I'm just being honest. If you go to school in France you may as well just decide you don't want a job in the future. Fleur Delacour is the perfect example. It's a place for rich people who never have to lift a finger to do a bit of work, and will never feel any pain at all.'

'And you're just tough as nails, aren't you?' Ron asked, jokingly.

'Yea, I am… You may not understand this, but I have history of dark magic on both sides of my family. Do you think he's not going to come for me? Do you think I should have gone to Hogwarts like a good little girl and learned how to… Make fluffy pink pillows fly so I could decorate my room with them every summer when I came home?'

'I don't like you.' Ron said shortly.

'Oh no.' Lorena said in a dry voice, 'I'm sad. Whatever will I do when Voldemort comes to kill me, what will I do if I don't have big, strong Ron Weasley to defend my honour… Yea, I think I'll be fine Ronald… Is this how every English person is?' She asked Harry and Hermione, 'Always so cranky and annoying?'

'He's never usually like this.' Harry said.

'Don't be silly Harry. Of course he is.' Hermione added.

'You're going to stick up for her?' Ron asked Harry incrediously.

'Er… Well, you are being very mean for no reason.'

'She went to Durmstrang. Durmstrang. Are you not seeing a problem here?' As Harry shook his head, Ron made a second outburst, 'First Hermione with Krum and now Lorena. Will anyone see what's going on here?'

'Yea,' Hermione said instantly, 'You just don't like people talking to us.'

'What? You have to be kidding me.'

'No, no Ron, I've noticed this for ages,' Hermione shook her head, 'You have this huge problem with us being around other people for too long. You even had problems with me writing letters to Viktor.'

'Oh!' Ron said, suddenly excited, 'Guess what Ginny told me? Lorena here, used to go out with your precious Viktor. But he cheated on her with you.' He looked triumphant, as if he had successfully destroyed Hermione and Lorenas growing friendship.

'Er…Ron?' Lorena said, as if she was sad to burst his bubble, 'Ginny was able to tell you that because we.' She indicated to herself and Hermione, 'Were talking about it a few days ago. When I was at Hogwarts for the Triwizard, he cheated on me…'

'And you're okay with this?' Ron asked Hermione.

'Of course, Lorena is the one who should be upset.'

'Girls.' Ron muttered and rolled his eyes. 'And you're obsessed with famous people.' He added angrily to Lorena. 'You liked Krum because he was rich and famous yea?'

'No.'

'But you're loaded yourself aren't you?'

Everyone kept quite and just looked at Ron, and then nervously to Harry. Knowing there was going to be a money argument soon.

'You didn't even earn the money, you just live off your father. God, I hate people like you, who have so much money for no reason.'

'Ron, must every argument end up being about money?' Harry asked, 'You really need to see someone about that. Like a banker or something, get a loan.'

'Why does it seem so acceptable?' Ron suddenly stood up, 'He spends money like it fucking grows on trees or something, and people like stand there and praise him like he's the best person in the world. It's just like you, Lorena. You spend, spend and spend and then in the kitchen, you're all that people talk about.'

'Ron, I think maybe you should calm down.' Remus started quietly, 'There's no need to bring anyone else into this.'

'Yes there is,' Ron shouted, 'Do you know how often we go places, and he throws money around like it's nothing?'

'Just because I have money, it's no reason for you to have a tantrum.' Harry said, becoming kind of embarrassed by Rons outburst in front of Lupin and Sirius.

'Yes there is, do you not see a problem with it?'

'Honestly, no.'

'See!' Ron shouted, pointing at Harry.

'Ron, you are so selfish it's unreal.' Lorena laughed.

Ron looked as if he had been punched in the stomach. 'What? Me?'

'Yea.' Harry added lazily, 'Boohoo. You have no money. Do you see our mothers going to buy us new dress robes for doing well in the O.W.L.s? No. So, shut the fuck up being so childish and cranky. Learn to deal with what you have, like everyone else does. You don't see me starting fights with people because they have parents.'

'Fine. Fine!' Ron said, 'But what about her? She has a father. He pays for her to do everything!'

'Yea, but not out of kindness. He pays me to get the fuck out of the way so he can play happy families with Americans. He's never bought me a present for anything. Not even if I got an O in every single subject, he wouldn't give a fuck. You didn't even do well and your parents are fussing over you like you're Einstein or something.'

'What exactly do you want me to do with my money Ron?' Harry asked, suddenly very angry for Rons selfishness, 'So, you want money as well as parents, and you want me to just have nothing?'

'No… No' Ron faltered, 'Of course not-'

'If you can't handle the fact I have money then you don't have to hang around with me. If rich people bother you so much then you can find someone else to buy you alcohol in Hogsmeade-'

'I never asked you to buy that for me.'

'Yea well, who else would I buy stuff for? I have more money than I need.'

The argument seemed to have subsided. Sirius gazed quite worriedly between them all, wondering if it would be safe to talk yet. Deciding, after a few moments, that it would be okay, he informed them that Mrs Weasley had thought about Diagon Alley and agreed to get some people together to bring them.