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After the whole fiasco, the cafeteria had slowly calmed down. Everyone was looking at Harriet in a different light now. They all realized that Harriet wasn't just some girl. She was much more than that.

Peter was, however, blushing furiously, and trying to hide his embarrassment. He wasn't sure if he should be thankful or sad that a girl stood up for him. But either way, the manners that Aunt May had always taught him won.

"Thanks, Harriet, but you really didn't need to."

Ned whispered, "dude, what're you saying? She stood up for you!"

"Yeah, she didn't really need to," Ron said who was next to Peter, and Peter frowned at that, "it's just that, she wanted to. It's kind of like a habit of hers."

"A habit?" Peter asked.

Harriet blinked, "it's not a habit, Ron."

"Face it, it is a habit," Hermione was the one to say. She turned to Peter and Ned and explained, "there were a couple of mean girls back in our junior high school who kept bullying me, and Harry was the one who told them to back off."

"She also kind of came to my rescue when a bunch of guys bad mouthed my family," Ron said, "Harry sent one guy to the hospital with a broken nose." Ron hadn't specified how though.

"Wow. Badass," Ned grinned.

Harriet swept away her bangs. "It's really nothing."

Peter was beginning to think there was more to Harriet than a pretty girl.

"How was your first day at school, sweetie?"

Harriet's parents had finished work a bit early so Harriet wasn't alone for dinner tonight. It turned into a Pizza night since James had found an almost expired coupon on the living room floor and it was also his turn to "cook" dinner.

"It was fine… Just, um, expect my face to be on YouTube tomorrow." Harriet noted a couple of kids taking videos of her encounter with Flash Thompson. She could just imagine the title of the clip: "Teenager Defends a Boy from Bully at Midtown High."

Lily stopped cutting her pizza with her fork and knife and stared up at her daughter as her husband did as well. "What did you do?" Lily asked out of curiosity.

Harriet would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. "Uh… well, there was this guy, Peter Parker. He was being bullied by Flash Thompson, like he shoved him away so hard that Peter fell down and called him Pe-" Harriet glanced at her parents and refrained from saying the male genital, "- something rude. But anyways, I told Thompson to stop bothering Peter and stop wasting everyone's time. And everyone just made a huge deal about it."

Harriet was, however, nervous for a reason other than getting in trouble. She was nervous because her parents would freak out. Lily would freak out in a bad way, and James would freak out in a good way. Her parents were very different from each other although they both shared a similar optimistic outlook on life.

Detective James Potter's head shook in laughter, "Melin! I'd thought our daughter was getting boring, but she's done it again, hasn't she, Lils? She's upholding justice just like me and her granddad!"

Lily palmed her forehead. She looked at Harriet with concern, "Are you alright, Harry? You're not hurt?"

"Of course not!" James answered instead, "She's our daughter after all. How could a muggle best a witch? I say, she's done an excellent job putting down that bully!"

Harriet rolled her eyes. "I didn't put down anyone, dad. — Well, okay, yeah, I did put Flash Thompson in his place, but I did it because no was going to."

"Oh, and what about that boy, Peter was it?" Lily tried to look uninterested, but this young boy could be a potential start to her daughter's love life, she had to know! "Tell me about him? Is he cute?"

James stopped midway at the mention of a "cute boy" that could potentially be a threat to his daughter's well-being.

"There's nothing to tell, mum. He's Peter Parker, 16 years old, I think. He said he was born and raised here in Queens. We have Literature and Science together." And he has blue eyes.

"I don't need to tell you that you're too young to date, do I?"

Harriet giggled. "What kind of father would you be if you didn't?"

The next morning, Harriet could be found in the large driveway of the family's huge manor arguing with her father.

"Dad, it's fine. Walking's good for exercise. It'll take me fifteen minutes —"

"Thirty minutes if you walk," James shot back, "get in the car before I wingardium leviosa your arse in here. I'm not letting my daughter walk to her school on her second day."

Lily was at the living room window which she made the glass panes disappear briefly to reprimand James with a "language, James! Swearing in front of our daughter isn't healthy!"

"Right, sorry, dear!"

Harriet grumbled, though her moodiness was momentary. "Hey, wait, don't we have bicycles in the garage?"

"Come on, Harry, you haven't ridden a bicycle ever since you learned how to ride a broomstick!" By then, Harriet had already got inside and out with a bicycle which had been very small until Harriet transfigured it to fit her teenager body.

"Dear, just let her take the bicycle! You know how stubborn she is like her father!" Came the voice of Harriet's mother.

James sighed. Harriet was so much like her parents. Independent, stubborn, brave, smart. James wanted at least a couple more years until Harriet learned to mature. "Fine! But I'm following right behind her!" But he was more worried that a young (cute) boy, Peter Parker, would mingle with Harriet on her way to school.

"Don't stalk me, dad!" Harriet yelled back as she rode her bike to school.

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