Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Before the Dawn ❯ Chapter Four: Harry ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, the novels, or characters. The only thing I do own is Iris Clayton and other characters you never heard before.

I’m sorry that the story is a little late, it just that this week has been an emotional rollercoaster for me. Last Saturday, my best friend died. I didn’t feel like writing at the time. However, I’m trying to move on because he would want me too.

Since I got that out of the way, please read and review and suggestions are always welcome. Thank you.


Chapter Four:
Harry POV


“The sun is going down.” Iris said as we stood near the front entrance of the mall.

It is time for me to leave the mall. I didn’t want to, but I knew that Aunt Petunia would be ready when the sun is going down. She hates staying at a place after hours, she believes somebody will rob her and hurt her son. “Freaks, troublemakers, and homeless people are out. I don’t want my little Dudley around those kinds of people at night.” She is clueless or in denial to her own son’s personal life.

I glaze at Iris’s light hazel eyes, which I found very attractive all of a sudden.

“Yeah, this is the perfect time for Aunt Petunia to leave the mall. She doesn’t want to be here when it’s late at night.” I said.

She sighs softly.

“I guess you have to leave, then.” She said. There were a hint of sadness and disappointment in her soft voice. I don’t want her to feel disappointment. Hell, I don’t want to leave. I want to spend more time with her. She is so easy to talk.

“I don’t want too…but I am living under their roof until I leave for school.” I said not looking into her eyes. If I look at them, I feel helpless to her hold and power. Instead I took my glaze at the sunset. I never realize how beautiful it is, the colors of orange, yellow, and red blends to make a picturesque magnum opus.

When I did look at her, she takes out a pin and a piece of paper from her purse and wrote something down. Within a minute she gave me the folded paper. I opened it. It was her number.

“If anything change from Saturday or if you want to talk. Whatever comes first?” She said, showing her white, shiny fangs.

I quickly took out my cell phone and put the number in it.

“Here is mine.” I gave her my number and with great speed, she put it in her phone.

After the exchange of numbers, she said,

“I had a nice time, Harry.”

“So did I, the first time in so many years, actually.” I told her thinking many summers where I was not allow to leave the Dursleys house because the shame I might put on the family. This summer is different; I met someone who I consider a good friend.

“First time for what?” she asked, looking at me with her big, warmth eyes.

“For…” before I got the last words out, my Aunt was calling me.

“Harry! Get you bloody tail over here and carry my bags.” She demanded snobby.

I turn and saw a lot of bags from Marcy’s, Louis Vulton, Banana’s Republic, and others. She has her arms folded, standing impatiently as she stares at me harshly. While Uncle Vernon leans against the wall, hands rested on his hips.

“You should go.” She whispers.

“You’re probably right. I see you Saturday.” I whispered against her small ear.

“Until we meet on Saturday, good bye, Mr. Harry Potter.” Iris said, blushing and looking at my eyes.

“I believe he is too busy flirting with that girl.” Dudley said, snickering while Aunt Petunia and Vernon grew outraged. By the look in their eyes, I should leave before they have a bloody baby.

“See you, Ms. Iris Clayton…the vampire.” I teased.

She chuckled. Then I turn from her and went to the Dursleys. Uncle Vernon hits me on the head with a rolled up newspaper as I grab several bags of clothes that Aunt Petunia will not wear. When I turned around, Iris was gone. My heart stops beating and fell to the pit of hopelessness. I was hoping she will stay until all the bags were in the car or…I don’t know. I wanted her to stay. But she had important things to do…I guess.

I put everything in the truck while the others went inside the car. After I was done, I had to sit between Dudley and Rick due to the pile of shit that Petunia bought. When I thought I was going to have a pleasant ride back, Uncle Vernon starts ranting.

“Lines were longer this time around, elevators were too crowded; and one of them broke. Then the blasted waiter mix up our orders and worst of all is seeing Potter talking to that gothic girl. She looks like trouble.”

“Yea, she is a lot of trouble.” Dudley commented as he and Ricks looks at Hustler.

I wanted to laugh. The reason he is agreeing with him because Iris scared the shit out of his fat arse.

“Shut up, boy and put that shit away. At least wait till we get home.” Vernon advice them which Aunt Petunia looks at him terrified. I guess she did not know her own son and husband looks at Hustler.

I did not pay an attention to him as he kept ranting for no reason. When I look out the window, the purple motorcycle is no longer park beside us. This pleased Uncle Vernon.

“Thank heavens, that blasted thing is gone. They should outlaw motorcycles.”

“They should, dear.” Aunt Petunia agreed.

God, I will not hear the last of it as he pulls out of the parking lot and entered the highway.

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After unloading the bags from the van, I joined everyone in the kitchen. It seems Rick is going to spend the night, that why I see an extra plate on the table. Everyone was eating food from McDonald’s while I stole a Pepsi from the fridge and went to my room. I didn’t want to join them for dinner. For the most part, they never brought me any food and they don’t want me around. It suits me just fine because I don’t want to be around them, either. It is sad to say, but it’s true.

I went upstairs to my room and lock the door. Hopefully they are too busy stuffing their faces to notice me. Anyway, I cut on the lights and not surprising a letter from Hogwarts is on my bed. I pick it up and opened it. As usual, it tells me what kinds of books I need and how well I did in my O.W.L.s. I did pretty well in everything, except History of Magic and Divination until my eyes land on my Potion’s O.W.L.’s. I actually did better than I thought I would. Of course, Snape will not allow me to take the class since it’s not “Outstanding.” It means my dream of becoming an Auror is more distant than ever before. I better pick another career to focus on. Maybe I should put more focus on becoming a professor Quidditch player?

As I wonder more about my career path, I notice two other letters and the Daily Prophet newspaper on the bed. It was from Ron and Ginny. I immediately open Ron’s letter and drop the other on the dresser.

Dear Harry,

How is your summer holiday? My summer holiday is wonderful. Since Ministry of Magic have a new Minister, my father’s job been more demanded. He is there almost every day, helping the Minister know more about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Also his salary has increase as well. I guess I be getting a new wand and rode pretty soon.

Since my father hasn’t seen us lately, he decided to take the family to Paris, France for some of the summer. It was great and the best part is I met Hermione there. Her family goes there once a year, which I didn’t know. We did not argue but had a great time together. Our families got to know each other and so did we. I told her how I feel about her and she did the same. So don’t be surprised if you see us holding hands. We even got to know each other more, if you know what I mean. Yet, it was wonderful, just Hermione and I at the Elfie Tower, staring at the stars, eating French Chocolate. I really like that.

Then we went to Romania to visit Charlie. I saw every dragon that I always wanted to see. I even saw Hargid. He didn’t tell me why he was there, but claims he is under Hogwarts business. I believe he is there to get a pet dragon. Will he ever learn that dragons are not meant to be pets?

Also he informed me that Dumbledore is admitting a vampire who is a witch to our school. I don’t like it. They are the vilest creatures on earth. They kill people for no reason and seduce them to get what they desire. I bet this vampire will try to drink Hermione’s blood or turn her into one. I will not allow that. I will protect Hermione from those creatures. When my parents found out, they thought it was a good idea for the vampire to be a student at Hogwarts, but I think it is a bad idea. My parents don’t think about the safety of the student body. I think that vampire should be put out of its misery and die. I will admit that they are beautiful but deadly. I hope it will not appear in the newspaper or grandma will not let me and Ginny go back to Hogwarts. I hope he changes his mind before the term begins.

My O.W.L.s was pretty good. I barely pass Transformation and Potions, and failed History of Magic and Divination. I’m glad that I don’t have to see that ugly ass Snape again. But I’m wondering about what kind of job I want after Hogwarts. Do I want to work in the Ministry or work as an Auror? Well, I can’t be an Auror because my O.W.L.s was not good to be in Potions. I don’t know, mate. I think about it when it comes time. Did you hear Malfoy passed all his OWLs, even Defense? That luck bastard, I bet he had a tutor to help him. I tell you the rest when I see you.

Lastly, my little sister is dating…again. This is like the fifth boyfriend she had all summer. I don’t know what’s wrong with her. Hermione says she is growing up, but I don’t think so. If Ginny don’t wise up then she will make a BIG mistake. Like if she let one of those arsehole get between her legs, I will kill them. She is my sister and it is my responsibility to protect her. Hell, her new boyfriend is Dean Thomas, I hope you didn’t know about it because it seems like everyone knows!!! How could Ginny not tell me?

Anyway, I can’t wait to see you soon. Maybe we can go book shopping or see a game?

---Ron

I’m glad he had a nice summer holiday. It is nice that Ron get to travel for a change. I’m also glad that Hermione and Ron are finally in a relationship. For so many years, they kept denying their feelings and it was getting bloody annoying. I wish I went with them to Paris, instead of being in my room thinking about Hogwarts. Well, if I did went with them to Paris, then I would not have met Iris and develop a friendship with her. She is nice, compassionate, and independent, not like the description he made about vampires. She is not the type to hurt a fly or seduce some to get what she wants. She is a typical teenage girl. Maybe Ron hit his head on the wall too many times. If he had a chance to speech with her than he will know that she is a nice person. However, I have a feeling that it is not Ron who is the only person that has a strong dislike for vampires.

Soon I pick up the letter from Ginny. For once, I don’t have a desire to think about Ginny intimately. I don’t know why, but she doesn’t make my stomach turn upside-down or act like a happy puppy when her name is called. Instead, I see her as another close friend of mine. Therefore, I put her down on the dresser and look at the Daily Prophet. The articles were not interesting, so I put the newspaper down and lay on the bed.

I pull out my cell phone and found Iris’s number. I don’t care about Ron’s opinion about vampires. Iris is different and I’m glad I met her. It was a good thing that Uncle Vernon did wake me up from my sleep and took me to the mall. If he haven’t then I would not ate fine chocolate, visit several stores I never went too, saw Dudley get a dose of his own medicine, and had a wonderful time with Iris. The best part of all this is I get to see her Saturday. I am looking forward to it, a chance to leave this God awful place and know her more.

As I stare at her number, I kept thinking about her. I thought about the smell of her hair, the beautiful smile on her lips, the softness of her voice, and those long, white fangs. I took a deep breath and realize how much I miss her already. I need to call her.

So I press her name and waited for an answer. I am this close of hanging the phone until I heard her soft voice.

“Hello?” she asked

I took a deep breath.

“Hello, may I speak to Iris…the vampire?” I chuckled.

She releases a giggle and replies,

“Yes, this is me, Harry.”