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Twin Slayers, Twin Watchers

Chapter One: Meetings in odd places with odd people

Harry felt free on his bike. When he got the bike and brought it back to the Dursley's house, Vernon freaked out. It was hilarious.

Harry bought the bike on the first day after coming back from Hogwarts. He had gone out early that morning and took the bus (the muggle bus) to London, more specifically, to Diagon alley to convert his galleons into pounds. He was determined to get a motorcycle. So he got the money and walked to the nearest dealership. He negotiated with the salesman as much as he could and drove his bike out at about 3 o'clock. He was left over with some money so he decided to get some other necessities. He went to the mall. He got a cell phone, what he needed a cell phone for… he had no idea. The sales guy pushed some new model at him that had a real digital camera on it that slid out to become a phone. He bought it along with some plan that gave him 500 free anytime minutes. Next he hit the thrift stores. He may have hated Dudley's hand-me-downs but he loved vintage clothes. He wore some of his new clothes out and threw his old ones in the bin on the way. He headed back to Privet drive. When he got there he pulled into the driveway next to Vernon's Suburban. Harry took off his helmet and turned around just as Vernon's fist collided with his face. It was actually pretty funny…I mean how the hell did someone so fat get outside that fast unnoticed? Well Harry stood up and stared at Vernon's beet red face.

"You better take that back to whoever you stole it from, boy!" Vernon practically screamed.

"I didn't steal it…I bought it." Harry said straightening up. Vernon stared at him looking outraged.

"Where did YOU get the money from?" Petunia asked. Harry looked like he would crack up at any moment.

"From my bank vault…from you know where, where MY kind go." The Dursley's looked disgusted.

"Shut up boy before someone hears you talking about that nonsense. Now get in the house. Into your room. I don't want to see you for the rest of the day."

So Harry went to his room and stayed there all night and didn't come out till the following afternoon.

That was how his summer had been going. Till now. Harry didn't want to listen any more. Every time he did something Vernon didn't like, he would be beaten…"I wonder if this is what happens to Malfoy?" Harry inquired. "Why the hell am I thinking of Malfoy?" Harry was shocked with himself. I didn't last long however because at that moment he saw a girl. Yes a girl, stupid hormones. She was standing next to a BMW, kicking it. He looked a bit harder. Her hair was dark brown almost black…it was short, as short as her chin. She was wearing a blues clues shirt that went to belly button showing off a belly ring, and she had on a pair of black jeans that had holes in it and the pants had a lot of straps. As he passed her he saw that she had on really dark eyeliner and eye shadow and he could also see that she was wearing fishnets underneath her pants.

He stopped his bike a little way from her and turned around and drove up to her getting off his bike to see if she needed any help. He took off his helmet and walked up to her. He couldn't help but notice the familiarity that he was feeling from her.

"…stupid car. Stupid piece of crap. You just have to break down it the middle of nowhere when I don't have anything to fix you with! You a brand new fucking car!! I got you what three bloody weeks ago! Whatever you're so stupid…Oh hi…" She said turning to Harry just noticing he was there.

"What? Never seen anyone talk to their car before? You probably talk to your bike all the time…oh my god! Is that a Ducati Monster 620 dark model?!" She said. He couldn't answer though; all he could do was stare at her with a very astonished expression on his face.

"…her…Hermione…?" Harry stammered finally. She looked at him from her crouched position, stood up and stared back.

Earlier that day

Hermione loved getting out of her house once in a while, she hated it there. She never really felt at home. It was weird. When she got her car she was sooo happy. She went all over the place now. She felt free.

Today she had decided to get a make over. It didn't end up so much of a make over because she only cut her hair really short, got a few new ear peircings and a few new tattoos. She also bought a few new pairs of clothes and a new cell phone. Some new model that has a camera and slides out to become a phone. Kind of stupid really but she had a feeling that she should have one.

She was on her way to go and pick up a new part for her car when she felt it starting to lurch. She pulled over to the side of the road just as it failed. Hermione wasn't a happy camper. She had forgotten her tools at home figuring she was going to Jason's garage, why would she need her own tools. They were the same as his anyway seeing as he got her the same set as him for her 9th birthday. Jason was her friend. Not in a sick twisted way, more like her father. She met him when she was 6 when her parents went to get their car fixed, he worked on their car and she wanted to help him, so he taught her. She continued to come every weekend learning new things about cars. When she turned nine he got her a set of tools exactly like his and he started to let her work on cars. The summer after she turned 14 he started paying her and that became a summer job for her. She pulled out her cell phone and called the shop.

"Hey Bear what's up...well my car just broke down and I think it was my time belt…yeah could you send one of the guys out to pick me up…cool! Thanks Bear…yeah I knew it was stupid leaving my tools at home…well see ya…ok bye" Hermione hung up and got out of the car. She popped the hood and decided to take a look. She had been standing there looking for 15 minutes and she was starting to get very frustrated with her car when the hood slammed shut.

"GOD DAMB IT!! YOU ARE A DEMON CAR! God stupid bloody car. You are brand new. Stupid car. Stupid piece of crap. You just have to break down it the middle of nowhere when I don't have anything to fix you with! You a brand new fucking car!! I got you what three bloody weeks ago! Whatever you're so stupid…Oh hi…" Hermione said looking up from her car noticing for the first time that there was someone next to her. She looked him up and down. He had Jet black hair (probably dyed), He was wearing black Dickies, the double knee kind with the cell phone pocket, and he was wearing a grey wife-beater that had a skull on it. He was also wearing a leather biker jacket and he was wearing black vans slip-ons. He had 4 peircings, 2 in his right ear one on his left and one on his eyebrow. He had a few bruises on his face and it looked like there were a few on his chest 'I bet he thinks he's tough.' Hermione thought to herself. 'Well I better say something.'

"What? Never seen anyone talk to their car before? You probably talk to your bike all the time…oh my god! Is that a Ducati Monster 620 dark model?!" She was excited. She had read about them at the shop but had never really seen one before. She wanted to touch it, to ride it, wanted to see how it felt with its new APTC slipper clutch and new front brakes. Oh god it was orgasmic! She knelt down next to it getting as close as she dared. He just stared at her…she just stared at the bike then he spoke.

"…her…Hermione…?" Oh my god! He speaks! Wait a minute I know that voice…

"Harry? Oh my god…"

"……" Then they heard the sound of gravel and a door slam but they still stared at each other in shock.

"Hey El you ok?" It was Josh. Hermione turned to Josh then ran over to him and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"He isn't bothering you is he?" Josh asked.

"No this is my friend Harry from Hogwarts…you know the one that is going to save the world from Lord Voldemort." Hermione said smiling at the look on Harry's face. She jumped on Josh's back.

"Oh hey good to meet you. Hermione's told us all about what you guys do."

"…Us…Oh she has…has she?" Harry said looking at Hermione skeptically.

"Well you see Harry I was at the shop when I got my letter so most of them already knew. Joshy here is newer because he has to go to school. He's the same age as Fred and George. They're like my family, well more like my family then my family that is."

"So do they know everything?" Harry asked.

"Every detail of every moment all the way down to Ron's scarlet women comment." She said smiling.

"So I guess we should get your beamer back to the shop and take a look at it." He said putting her down.

"How 'bout we take it back to the shop and hit it with a sledge hammer and take a blow torch to it?" Hermione said grinning with glee.

"I like the way you think El." Josh said walking back to the truck snickering.

Hermione turned to Harry,

"So what happened to you?" She looked concerned.

"Uncle Vernon wasn't happy with my improvements." He said laughing. "So since your car is getting the torch treatment do you want to hang out with me for a while?"

"Sure! Can we go by the shop first so that I can talk to bear…Jason, about my car? I need to show him my newest tattoos. He doesn't approve of them." She started giggling.

"Sure. It's not like I have anywhere to go really." Harry smiled and Hermione giggled again.

"OK EL LETS GET THIS HUNK OF JUNK ON MY TRUCK!" Josh yelled.

"LET'S DO IT BLUE!" Hermione yelled back.

"You guy's have some really weird names." Harry said. Hermione smiled.

"Don't worry Harry you'll have one sooner or later." Harry looked scared.

With that they started to put the BMW onto the tow truck and they drove off to Jason's Garage. Hermione was in bliss on the back of Harry's Ducati.

A/N: So what did you think? Well tomorrow I will start on chappie number three well two actually…whatever…

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Yay! Ok off task. Onto next chapter. Ok I'm going. God stupid voices.