Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Before the Dawn ❯ Chapter Two: Iris ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I hereby do not own Harry Potter or the characters in the novels. The only thing I do own is the character Iris Clayton, other characters you never heard before, and the places called Toni's Corner, West Abby's Mall, and Chocolate Delight, unless someone tells me that they are real stores in London or anywhere in the world.

 

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Chapter Two:

Iris's POV

 

After I sent the letter to Dumbledore, I decided to search for the books. It was more difficult than I thought.

 

I went to every book store in London and still have not found the books I need for my term in Hogwarts. When I asked the salespeople do they have The Standard Book of Spells by Miranda Goshawk, they either laugh or say they never heard of the book. Yet, when I showed them the letter that Dumbledore sent to me, they looked at me strangely. I knew then, that they thought I was the insane woman who is not from London. I decided to check out the West Abby's Mall located in the middle of London. It has a nice bookstore, and a longue to sit and read books from Rousseau, Homer, and Shakespeare to works of Chris Wooding, Zane, and Anne Rice. Maybe that bookstore have the books I needed, if not I can buy a good book to read.

 

I rode on my purple, Honda XL motorcycle to the mall while my cat was inside my Louis Vinton purse (£850 for a purse I will only wear once, my God!). I park near the front and put a protective charm on it, if anyone tries to steal it, they will meet an unpleasant fate.

 

I entered the mall and to my surprise, it was full. It is enormous, three stories high and numerous stores of endless shopping. My favorite store, besides the bookstore, is Toni's Corner, a rock store that sales clothes, voodoo dolls, anime posters, and CDs. I mostly go there for the clothes and CDs, like HIM, Lacuna Coil, Orgy, and Nightwish. Sometimes, when I get bored going to Toni's Corner, I look at the water fountain near the front entrance of the mall. It stands seven feet tall and people usually throw pennies in the fountain hoping there wish will come true. I never did that and plan not to.

 

When that is not to my pleasure, I walk outside the mall and there will be another part to it. There are more stores for people to shop, restaurants to enjoy food, and entertainment that varies each day. In the center of the outside mall, there stand an elder man in seventeenth century clothes with the facial expression of an old cold-hearted diplomat. I sometimes wonder was he a king or some important man during his time. Yet, I don't ponder for a long, I am offended busy watching the smiles of people passing me by.

 

The first time I came to West Abby was when I awake from the “Eternal Sleep.” It was the first mall I ever went to and it still amazes me like it did two years ago. Too bad I cannot enjoy it…well today at least, I have to find the books I need for Hogwarts. So I went on the elevator and went to the third floor. It was crowded in the elevator, and it did not help anything as I was standing between a tall, stout boy of seventeen years. He wore golden chain around his neck, a jersey of “LA Lakers” over a white T-shirt and baggy jeans. He had the thickest eyebrow I ever seen!! This companion is a lank, metal-head, who wore a Pandora shirt, greasy blonde hair and a mess up noise ring. As I waited for the elevator door to open, the first boy had a smirked which made me feel nervous. The nervous feeling did not go away when he tried to grab my arse. I moved from his reach, which did not suit him well. He moves closer, but I kept my distance. I did not want to threaten him, not with so many mortals on this elevator. I was glad when the doors open and I quickly got off the elevator. I did not care if I did bump into many people; I just hope that “butterfingers” and his mate did not follow me.

 

I went to West Abby's Bookstore, but before I entered it I glance at the UK Best Seller near the window. There were so many books and I have read almost all of them. As a vampire, time is not a matter to me, it just how to deal with it is the problem. Fortunately, reading became a time consuming hobby for me, some to keep me busy as I cope with eternal.

 

I view the Best Seller, which I grew bored with it, especially a novel about a homosexual woman who tried to leave her abusive husband for the woman she loves. Although, I am not a lesbian, I can relate to her completely. I have loved my husband, but he never showed those feelings for me. I tried to search for love somewhere else, but he would always prevent it and I will never see my lovers ever again. I wonder will I ever find someone who love me, not abuse me like he did.

 

I was about to enter the store until a young man beside me spoke.

 

“The Clock by Thomas Lecher, I read it before, but I'm not into murder mysteries.”

 

I turn to him. At first I did not realized he is talking to me, until I realize it was only he and me looking at the Best Sellers. I move some pieces of my white hair away from my face and gave a pleasant smile.

 

“I read that book as well but I actually like it, especially the plot twist.”

 

“Oh really?” he responded, facing me.

 

I almost lost my breath when his eyes met mine. He has the most beautiful emerald eyes, I ever saw. I became captivated by his charming green eyes behind his oval glasses. It makes him appears beautiful those green eyes of his. I wanted to be lost in his eyes until the end of time but I could not. Instead I looked away from his eyes to the cover of another book.

 

“Yea, when Charles Douglass found out his daughter's killer was husband. I almost cried when he confessed that he really wanted to be like her. It was the main reason he married her.” I said.

 

The young boy seemed lost but tried his best to understand the story. I amused he did not read the novel at all or did not finished it. He just wanted someone to talk to. He consumed himself before answering me.

 

“Yea…well…I was not that surprised. I expected him to be the killer. Like I said, I'm not into those murder mystery stories. Those books are too boring to comprehend and you have to think…it's complicated.” He said, looking at me.

 

“That is the most interesting part of murder mysteries, you have to read it and connect the clues together in order to get the answer. It took me a while to figure out the killer.” I explained.

 

A smile curled on his pale face, a lovely smile that makes his face handsome. He has a nice smile, it makes his eyes glow.

 

“You must read those books often.”

 

“Actually, I do. It keeps me busy most of the time.” I replied, pleasantly.

 

“Reading?”

 

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I love to read! It is my past time, when I have nothing else to do. Do you like to read?” I asked him.

 

He sighs before replying,

 

“Not really. I don't have the time, unlike you. I'm mostly busy playing sports.”

 

“Like what?”

 

“Um…” he paused. He did not know what to tell me. He tries to think of an excuse. “Just a sport.” He said.

 

“Okay.” I said to him, knowing he is hiding something from me, but ignore it. After all, I need to find those books before term starts.

 

I could hear my cat purring which caught the attention of the boy. Before I could bring the purse close to me, Lelio stick his head out. At first, the boy stared at the cat before he petted it on the head. Lelio purred joyfully as he petted his head and neck. Lelio is not friendly towards strangers, but it seems he likes this boy particularly. It made me chuckler, mentally, as the boy looks to me.

 

“Nice cat.”

 

Lelio puts his head back in the purse and remain quiet.

 

“Yes he is, but he never allows anyone to pet him. He usually tried to scratch them. However, he took a liking to you.” I said softly, smiling at him. I should leave or I will never accomplish my goal. Therefore, I clear my throat and said,

 

“I must get going. I have errands to do and I want to get home early. It has been a pressure…” before I could finish the sentence, the boy looks at a chocolate candy cart called Chocolate Delight. I remember that place, not only does it sells the finest chocolate, but it was the first piece of chocolate I had since I awoke from the “Eternal Sleep.” It tastes so good and I would love to have a small piece of chocolate.

 

Yet, by the express on his face, I believe the boy read my mind as he turns to me as his curiosity sparkling eyes pleads to me. I presume he wanted to go to the cart but not alone. He hopes not to be rejected like so many times before. I would love some chocolate about now, but I thought about the books I needed. However, I could go by the bookstore later…

 

“Have you ever tried Chocolate Delight before?” he asked.

 

I nodded.

 

“I love that place. It has the best chocolate, marshmallow balls in the world.” I said, delightfully.

 

He laughed. I wonder why?

 

“I'm sorry for that but they way you said…never mind, I like the place too. You wouldn't mind coming with me to get some candy. I mean if you are not too busy with your errand?” he asked it nervously.

 

I showed him a smile. I held my purse close to me, hoping no one else notices my cat. I put my arm around his arm. He looks surprised but it faded when I said “yes” to his question. He was relied when we walked towards the cart. He secretly shows a small smile which made me laugh. Morals, they believe anyone will not notice their private gesture to themselves. They will not even realize that vampires are walking among them, like this boy here. I hope he will not realize it.

 

He bought seven peanut butter, cream nuggets and dozens of mini heresy kisses. I promise myself to spend £5.00 of dark chocolate marshmallow balls, peanut butter cream nuggets, reeces minis, and fudge cookies. I broke that promise because I spend £15.00 worth. The boy's mouth almost drops to the floor when I hold the plastic bag of goodies.

 

“Damn, I never seen a girl eats that much chocolate before! You really have a sweet tooth.” He exclaimed.

 

“Yea, I do,” I handed him the bag, “Do you want some? I am not going to eat all of it.” I told him.

 

“Sure? I don't want you to have a panic attack if I just take one.” He humored.

 

I chuckled lightly.

 

“Yea and I probably die if you eat it in front of me.” I tease. “I don't care, just get as many as you like.” I told him.

 

He tried every chocolate I got. He enjoys each piece. It may be the first time he taste the true pleasure of chocolate. By his small bag, it is probably the first time he spends money on candy.

 

We walked around the mall and talked. Well, he mostly talked and I listen to every word he said. He says he lives with his Aunt Petunia, his mother's sister; Uncle Vermon, and their son Dudley. They treat him wrongly since he was a baby. He says he lived under the broom cabinet until he was eleven, which is when they gave him Dudley's old bedroom. He told me about the death of his parents, James and Lily Potter. How they were murder by an “insane man.” I did not ask how his parents died; I thought it would be rude. So, I told him my mother committed suicide when I was thirteen and I never knew my father.

 

Then he told me about a place he goes for his studies. He called it his “home” and he always felt safe there. Also he has friends there that appreciated him. At times, he felt alone, but he was never alone as long as he has his friends.

 

Friends. I never had any friends, he did not allow me to have them, said it will make me think differently. I wish I did have some friends, so I would not feel lonely. However the green-eyes boy makes me feel happy, wanted, and not alone. I am starting to like him. He is easy to talk to…for now.

 

We look at the mines performing outside the mall. At times it was funny but I was too busy looking at the boy. He has black, mess, and untidy hairy, but pale as porcelain. He is several inches taller than me, in which he cannot be more than a 5'10 because I am 5'9. He is slender but has some muscles and a tone stomach, I can tell by the lose-fitting, white shirt and his not-too-tight jeans. He also had a nice arse, which I should not be looking but my eyes wonder. He has semi-small lips but it was lickable, but delicate. His hands were larger than mine and had some hair growing at the knuckles. Finally, his noise is pointer, which I notice when he was talking.

 

As he eats the last of recees mini, I could not stop looking at him eating the candy. He takes his time eating it, enjoying the flavor because it might be the last piece he will eat. Maybe I can buy him some more chocolate before I leave here with those darn books.

 

He licks his fingers before asking,

 

“So are you a vampire?”

 

My eyes widen with shock. Most mortals think that I was a normal young woman, who has abnormal teeth. Some will even think that I like to wear pointy teeth, but this boy is no normal mortal. He was serious. I cleared my voice.

 

“Yes, I am a vampire.” I told him, truthfully.

 

He smiled.

 

“I thought so, a muggle don't have long canine teethes, luminous eyes, or long sharp nails. Besides that, no other muggle don't look as beautiful as you.” He teased…I think before I realized he said a word I never heard before, but I ignore it.

 

I smiled nervously and giggled before I looked at my long ruby red nails.

 

“You must have read Anne Rice before, but thank you for the complement.”

 

He said another thing surprising.

 

“You're welcome, but may I ask, did you come here looking for books?”

 

“Yes” I replied.

 

“Hogwarts school books?”

 

“How you know?” I asked, staring at him in amusement. I know I did not tell him anything about the books.

 

He pulls the letter from my pocket and waves it in front of me. I tried to get it but he pulls it higher. I grew reckless as I tried to reach it. He had a grin on his face as he tortured me.

 

“I was staring at it since we got the chocolates. Besides you won't find them here?”

 

I look at him dumbfound.

 

“Where?” I asked simply giving up on getting the letter.

 

“Diagon Alley.” He answered.

 

“Where is that?” I asked, still surprised.

 

“It is complicated to say, but I show it to you.” He said uncertain to explain the direction of the place as he gave me back the letter.

 

“When?” I asked him.

 

“How about Saturday at noon.” He proposed.

 

“Sounds good, but before I go with you anywhere, I would love to know you're name.” I said coyly.

 

He laughed before sticking out his hand.

 

“Fine. My name is Harry Potter.” He said pleasantly but nervous at the same time.

 

“That is nice name for a boy.” I complained his name.

 

A smile appears upon his face.

 

“Now tell me yours, if you don't mind me calling you `vampire'” he joked.

 

I took a deep breath and gripe his hand.

 

“My name is Iris Clayton. Nice to meet you at last, Harry Potter.”

 

We shock hands.

 

“Same here, Iris.” He said softly.

 

Why does the tone of his voice sounds beautiful when he says my name?

 

 

I got this information from yahoo currency convertor. If this is wrong, please tell.

£850 equals to $1650 or more.

£5 equals to $10

£15 equals to $30