Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Before the Dawn ❯ Chapter Three: Harry Potter ( Chapter 3 )

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Chapter Three:

Harry Potter's POV

 

I hate going to West Abby's Mall with the Dursleys. It will be another hell raising trip which involves arguments, bickering, and complaining. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia will argue about anything. Dudley will try to flirt with any girl with big breast, which usually involves him getting slap in the face. I'm often carrying Aunt Petunia's bags as she shops in the stores. She does not realize that West Abby's Mall is a BIG mall. It is three stories tall with 120 stores, large food court (not including the restaurants outside that the Dursley goes to eat while I wait in the car), plenty of entertainment which varies, and much more. She usually takes her time and buys things she will not use. This woman will buy dresses that are too small and gives it away to our next door neighbor's wife.

If Aunt Petunia doesn't need me to carry her bags, which is rarely, I'll walk around the mall on my own. However, Uncle Vernon will stalk me. He thinks that I will use my magic to embarrass the family's name. It's not like they are embarrassing themselves. They often are rude to the clerk, waiter, or salespeople if they can't get their way.

From my experience with the Dursleys, I didn't want to go with them. I rather am locked up in my room, reading the Daily Prophet, waiting on the letters from Ron, Hermione, and hopefully Ginny. I wouldn't say I have a crush on her, but if she and I start talking, it would eventually turn into something more. Yet, she is dating Dean, so that can never happen. Other than that, I can clean my room, pack my things for Hogwarts, or look out the window if all else fails. Yet, Vernon came to my room, unannounced, tapped on my foot, and yelled,

 

“Harry. Harry! Harry, wake up this instant or you will regret it very much!”

 

I slowly opened my eyes as he kept tapping on my foot. At first, all I could see is a blurry version of him but when my vision became clearer, I saw a red-face obese man. He is rather angry and sweaty as he stares at me. By now, he stopped tapping on my foot and has his arms folded.

 

“Why did it take you long to respond, boy?” he shakes his head as I sat up. “You are good for nothing and lazy! Now get dress and meet us downstairs, now!” he ordered.

 

“How the hell did you get in my room?” I grumbled, mostly to myself. I rubbed my eyes when Uncle frozen near the door and turns toward me. He was furious.

 

“You better watch your mouth, Potter! Ever since you were a baby, I gave you everything and this is how you treat me? You are an ungrateful brat. Like I said, get dress and meet us downstairs in five minutes.” He demanded. Before he left the room, he covers his noise with a handkerchief. “My God, this room smells worse than Dudley. Clean it up.” He said as he closed the door.

 

I should have went back to sleep after he invaded my room, but I thought I had to do chores. I put on my glasses, quickly dressed, and went downstairs within three minutes. When I went into the kitchen, I saw Aunt Petunia drinking her morning black coffee, Dudley and his best mate Rick, was watching TV, while Uncle Vernon stared at me with his arms folded and leaning against the wall. I thought it was a family meeting to get rid of me until Uncle Vernon told me that I had to go with them to the mall. I knew then that this will not be fun, but annoying and boring as hell. I tried everything to get out of going to the mall, even skip my usual chore, which is cooking breakfast. However, Uncle Vernon and the others already ate breakfast. There was nothing else to do, but go with them to the mall.

 

So on that beautiful Thursday morning, the Dursleys, Rick, and I enter the minivan. Before I was able to enter the minivan, Uncle Vernon pulls me aside and harshly said,

 

“You better behavior yourself, Potter! Better not use that…magic to cause this family more shame.”

 

I rolled my eyes mentally. Like I said before, Uncle Vernon thinks I'm going to embarrass or place shame on the family. Yet, the Dursleys cause their own shame, especially Dudley being caught for having crack in his room. I rolled on the floor laughing in the other room when Aunt Petunia cried as if her son was tainted. Uncle Vernon cussed his arse out and threatened him: “If you don't stop using that mess, you will be kick out of the house.” So Dudley “promised not to do it again.” Three days later, he is smoking it in the bathroom. They say I put shame to the family by being a wizard?

 

Anyway, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia sat in the front of their minivan, Dudley and Rick sat behind them while I sat in the back. I didn't want to sit with Dudley and Rick. They usually talk about who has the biggest breast in London Academy or who will win a rap battle, 50 Cent or Kanye West. It is only a fifteen minutes drive to the mall but seems like forever when we were in traffic and the clashes between the oldies and Rap radio stations got on my nerve. I was so glad when we finally got to the mall's parking lot. Uncle Vernon parks near a purple, Honda XL motorcycle, which he sneered.

 

“Who the bloody hell would park a motorcycle in a driver's parking lot. That person must not have any nerve.” He proclaimed.

 

Aunt Petunia agreed.

 

“I know but look at the name tag, Nya. Who has a name like that?” she asked as we got out of the van.

 

I look at the motorcycle and find it cool. Before I went to Hogwarts, I wanted to learn how to ride a motorcycle. I had a picture of a Harvey Davis in my broom cabinet, fantasizing myself riding it. I even tried to find someone who could teach me, so I could get away from the Dursleys.

 

It never happened. Uncle Vernon found the picture and tears it. He locked me in the broom cabinet for several weeks until he needed someone to clean the garage. He threatened that if I have another picture or even attempt to ride a motorcycle, he will break my legs. Since then, I had no desire to ride a motorcycle until now.

 

We didn't take one foot in the mall when Aunt Petunia spot a store she would love to go. I knew then that I will be her deliver boy for the day until she grabs Uncle Vernon by the arm to Marcy's. I wanted to jump up for joy and thank God for the change of course. Now I could do whatever I want without him tracking my every move. Since Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia left, I decided to go to Toni's corner. It has the best Rock CDs in the whole mall. I may not have a lot of money but I can still look around.

 

Before I can move, Dudley and Rick push me out of the way to reach the crowded elevator. I prefer the stairs and would have taken the stairs until I saw her. She walks pass me and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She is beautiful.

 

She is tall, has a nice body, and lovely white hair. She has her hair pulled into a ponytail while some of it hangs on the side of her face. I didn't have a great look at her eyes, but I bet it is as beautiful as she. However, I do find it strange to see a black woman with white hair especially since she is the same age as me! Maybe she dyed it, who knows?

 

She has creamy light brown skin, which has a brilliant glow, red as blood lips, and abnormally long ruby red nails. She wears a white button-up, short sleeves blouse with a purple vase and black tight leg jeans. She appears shy, but at the same time confident and elegant. She is a lovely, intriguing, and beautiful black woman, which I don't have a problem with. For me, it doesn't matter about race or gender, as long as that person and I make a connection. If it did matter than I would not have dated Cho Chang.

 

After she walked by me, I notices she is going to the same crowded elevator as Dudley and Rick. Something in me wanted to see her again, so I didn't climb the stairs on that day. Instead, I pushed an elderly man and some smartass kid who gave me the finger out of my way, so I can reach the elevator. I entered it before the door closes but I was nowhere near her. However, I did spot my over sex cousin trying to touch her arse. She tries to move but Dudley kept coming near her. She even put her large purse to separate her from him. I wanted to pull out my wand to distract him but I am not allowed to use magic outside of school. Plus I am surrounded by muggles so I couldn't do anything.

 

When the door opens, she is the first person to leave the elevator. I pushed many muggles out of my way to reach her. Before the door closes, I see a wide smirk on Dudley's face. This is not the last time he is going to see her.

 

Soon, I saw her going to the bookstore, the biggest in London. She was about to go in but distracted by a particular book. Part of me wanted to go to Toni's Corner and forget about that girl but most of me wanted to just stand next to her. Although I don't know her name, at least I get to be near her for a few seconds.

 

It is hard to decide to go near her or leave. My stomach starts to feel shaky, like something is ready to bust out of me. Then my heart starts to beat faster like never before and sweat formed on my forehead. I had to decide before she leaves. Without thinking, my whole body moves to the bookstore and I am next to her. My heart still beats fast and I am lost for breath as I try not to stare at her.

Oh hell, the girl is about to enter the bookstore. I got to say something before she leaves. I have too, just to hear one sentence from her ruby lips. Damn, my mind went blank and I scan though all the books on the best seller until my eyes land on The Clock. Hermione lend me the book before we left school. She claims it will be a good book to read, but I told her I hate murder mysteries. I didn't even finish the book, but it was the only thing I could talk about.

 

I take a deep breath before saying,

 

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

 

She looks at me, wondering who I'm talking too. Since it was only the two of us, she figures I'm talking to her. She turns to me and smiles. She has a beautiful smile, sharp teeth, and luminous light hazel eyes. My God, she is a vampire, a beautiful, charming vampire. I would never think I would meet a living vampire, especially at a bookstore in West Abby's Mall.

 

She replies softly,

 

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

 

From the first sentence that escapes her ruby lips, I knew then that I want to know her. I want to know what made her laugh, sad, and smile, showing her fangs. I want to know what made her light hazel eyes sparkle or made them deepen in sadness. I want to learn everything about her, although I may never see her again. Therefore, I did everything to keep the conversation going, even petting her cat and suggesting her to eat chocolate with me. I found out that she loves chocolate when she brought £15.00 worth of it. In all my days, I have never seen a woman eat so much chocolate. Hell, I always thought vampires could not eat solid food.

 

As we ate, we walk around the mall, even to Toni's Corner, one of her favorite stores. We talk; well I did most of the talking, while she listens. She added her comments every now then. I told her I lived with my Aunt and Uncle on my Mum side and I dread living with them. I did not tell her the school I went to but I should because I saw the Hogwarts letter in her pocket.

 

Then I told her about my parents and how they died. However, I did not reveal about who killed my parents. I did not want to get into those details, not at the moment. She was sympatric and mentions that her mother died when she was thirteen. She said that her mother was suicidal and tried to kill herself several times. She told me she never knew her father. Her mother never told her about him. The last thing she said about her personal life was that she was once married. She did not tell me his name or she was still married to him. I should have figure she was not married due to the fact she wasn't wearing a wedding band.

 

I was curious. Why did she not want to talk about her ex-husband? Was he abusive? Was he died? Why are they not together? Yet, those questions did not stay with me for long. I am more focus on knowing the beauty in front of me.

 

We were leaning on the rails, watching the mimes performing some tricks. I wasn't into them much, only to the girl besides me. She was not into the performance as well, so I decided to humor her for a minute. I asked her if she is truly a vampire or the fangs are false. She told me she is a vampire. She blushes when I told she looks pretty. I mean, she is an attractive, nice, and cheerful woman. I'm starting to think that her husband was never affectionate to her.

 

I change the subject before I said anything else that makes her feel uncomfortable. I don't want her to feel that way towards me, although we only knew each other for four hours. So I asked her about the books she need for Hogwarts. She was surprise and relief when I mention it, but flickered when I took the letter out her pocket. Either I did something wrong or she just forgot about the letter in her pocket? I mention that Diagon Alley is the only place she can get her books from. She softens and relaxes as I told her the place.

 

She asked me where the place is located and before I knew it, we were making plans to shop for books. I am excited that I get to see her again. I didn't have to wait several more weeks to journey away from the Dursleys. Lastly, I can see her at Hogwarts.

 

After we made plans, she said,

 

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

 

Damn, I almost forgot. At first, I did not want to tell her my name. Usually people will know my name by the lighting scar on my forehead that Voldemort gave to me. Some will treat me differently when I announce my name. Yet, this girl I met doesn't know anything about Hogwarts or Diagon Alley, so maybe she never heard about me or the famous story of how I survived.

 

I stick out my hand to give a proper hand shake

 

“Fine, my name is Harry Potter.” I said.

 

I was nervous as hell and afraid she recognizes me. I waited for her reaction

 

“That is nice name for a boy.”

 

I release a sigh. She does not know, but she will…someday.

 

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

 

She gripes my hand.

 

“My name is Iris Clayton. Nice to meet you at last, Harry Potter.” She said pleasantly, her soft voice fill my ears and soul.

 

Iris Clayton is a pretty name. I never heard of girl with a name like that in all my life. It sounds old, and it doesn't fit her. Yet, she is an older woman, mentally speaking.

 

She puts some of her hair behind her ear, nervously. We just stared at each other as the mimes did one more act before five people. As I stare into her eyes, I felt draw to her. I have never felt draw to someone since …never. I never was draw to Cho or Ginny as I felt toward Iris. Besides, Iris has a hold on me which makes me want to know her more. Maybe, I am thinking too deeply into her. I only met her and I felt like I know her for a long time. Still, I felt like being close to her.

 

It was silence between us until she asked,

 

“Where do you want to go, Harry?”

 

I almost answered until that husky, deep voice interrupted my thinking.

 

“Harry doesn't want to go anywhere!” Dudley said irritated that I am talking to a pretty girl who breast is bigger than the last girl he fucked.

 

He and Rick stand side by side. They appear to be drunk or high. Dudley starts to come closer to Iris as Rick stands several feet away from his mate. I stood between Iris and Dudley; I didn't want my cousin of mine to touch her. I seen him treated his girlfriends, he is an aggressive type. He had to have his way or get his way. I know from the lust in his eyes, he wanted Iris badly. He plans to get his way from Iris. But, she is not going to be his whore for the night, not if I can help it.

 

Dudley is pissed.

 

“Move out of the way, Potter! She doesn't need protection. She is, after all, a sexy, big booticious, grown woman.” He said slowly.

 

Oh hell no.

 

“What if I don't?” I asked anger in my voice.

 

He came closer to me and grips my shirt. He sneers.

 

“I guess I have to show you in front of her.” He scorned.

 

I was ready for him until he lets go of my shirt. Iris came between my cousin and me. She grips his hands and shows a frightening frown.

 

I recoiled.

 

Dudley looks astonished, even scared.

 

“I would not do that, if I were you. Please leave Harry, alone, or you have to deal with me.” She said as her eyes change from the friendly, compassionate light hazel to an evil, haunted, and vengeful dark red.

 

Dudley looks deeply into her eyes and his face finked. He tries to get away from her gripe, but he couldn't. He is focus to look into her dark red, firing eyes. I have never seen fear in him…well maybe once or twice but not like that. He opens his mouth slightly then closed it. His eyes widen and the brown pores grew smaller. He trembles until his feet gave out. Iris stills frown, remaining motionless as Dudley fell to his knees.

 

After a long minute, Iris releases his hand. Dudley stands and ran from us as Rick does the same. Before he was out of our view, he shouts,

 

“She is nothing but a freak like you, Potter. That psycho bitch!”

 

“He surely have a choice of words, doesn't he, Harry?” she asked me without giving another thought of him calling her a foul name.

 

“That not all the words he says on daily bases. He can get violent. When we were younger, he used me as a punching bag. “I replied, coldly.

 

Iris looks at me, shock to hear me say that.

 

I continued.

 

“He can be the cruelest person when he wants to. I never seen the `good' side of him that Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon are talking about”

 

“I'm assuming that they treat him like a prince, although he asks like an uncivilized ape.” She declares

 

“I guess so.” I chuckled.

 

It was silence until Iris broke it.

 

“So…where do you want to go?” she asked before we were interrupted by Dudley.

 

“Anywhere you want, Iris.” I answered loving the flow of her name.

 

She paused for a few minutes before answering,

 

“How about getting more chocolate?”

 

We laughed. I can't believe she still wants more chocolate after that pile she ate. I don't care, as long as I get a few moments of happiness with Iris, before meeting the Dursleys in a few hours.