Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Before the Dawn ❯ Chapter Six: Harry ( Chapter 6 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. The only thing I do own is the character Iris Clayton and other characters you never heard before.
Chapter Six:
Harry's POV
I can't believe that Saturday is all ready here. I never expect the last two days to go by quickly. Usually, it goes too slow for me, especially during the summer. Vernon will not let me go anywhere, fearing I will cause a lot of trouble for the family. Unless, I tell him I'm going to mow the yard for our “dear” neighbors and he would proudly let me leave the house. However, this was not the case. I was happy for it to go by quickly. I get to go back to school, see Ron and Hermione for the reminder of the summer break, and spend time with Iris.
Iris.
I have called her since the day we met. She is easy to talk too, I could tell her everything and she would listen and replied with something funny or logic. We would talk for hours, no matter how late or the topic. Even if it's about cheese, we…well she can come up with something to talk about, no matter how stupid it sounds.
Yet, I rather see her in person, just to see her standing in front of me and smiling. My God, how much I love to see her smile. It is very beautiful…lips pump, large, and smooth as silk. I wonder how it would feel just to kiss those…what the hell is I'm thinking? She is just a friend! I have no desire to even kiss her, no matter how voluptuous and juicy the lips look. Besides, what I really want is to be in her presences and talk to her.
I was getting ready to meet Iris when I heard a knock on my door. At first, I thought it was Uncle Vernon who wanted me to do some last minute mowing the yard. He does not know I made plans with Iris and I wanted to keep it that way. I just told him I'll be mowing the grass for Mrs. Fleche. So I expected auntie and he will be glad that their wizard nephew is gone for the whole day. If he knew I was going to see a woman, he will never let me out of the house. Worse, he would let me go unless Dudley goes with me. I still remember how scared he appears when he looked into Iris's eyes. If he came with us, I know he will try to get revenge on her. Yet, they don't know what I'm doing and that's how I will keep it. I' m glad I don't have to see them today or the rest of the summer.
Uncle Vernon knocks on the door harder, almost breaking it. I told him to come in, since I don't want my door to break.
As that idiot kept knocking on my damn door, I was just checking on some last minute preparation. I hope I look good enough for Iris. I don't have many clothes, the ones I have are either hand-me-downs from Dudley (which I rarely wear, since it is too big for me), the clothes Ron doesn't wear due to him getting taller, and save up the money to buy clothes when I mowed the yard for other people. I don't have anyone to impress…maybe Iris, but I do want to look half way descent.
As the knocks on my door gets louder, which is getting on my nerves, I look at myself in the mirror and I look pretty good. I just wore a plain black t-shirt that fits a little loose upon my chest and pair jeans with my three year old pair of black Converse, nothing too fancy. I tried to smooth back my messy hair but it is not working. I tried gel but it made my hair stick out. So I avoid it every time I go to the drug store to pick up Uncle Vernon's blood pressure medicine. And I should get contact lens; it will save me the trouble of doing repairo every time my glasses break. I made one final attempt to smooth my hair when someone finally came in my room after knocking for the eleventh bloodiest time. But it was not Uncle Vernon.
It is Dudley who came in my room with his usual snicker. What does he want?
“Why are you prepping up, Potter? Are you getting ready for your date with Cedric or some other guy you fancy?” he mocked.
I shiver at the thought of Cedric. Although he has been dead for almost two years, I still remember it. He was an innocence person who did not deserve to die by the hands of Voldemort. He did not deserve it and I wish I did more to help him. His death is a harsh reminder that Voldemort is out there, ready to attack someone to get closer to me. He has to be stop, even if I have to die to do it.
If I have to die to do it…I don't know if I'm ready to make that sacrifice.
Dudley leans on the doorframe when I faced him. I push those thoughts aside.
“No, just getting ready to mow the grass. Why? You want to take me out for dinner or something?” I bated my eyes like girl. Maybe that will piss him off and leave me the hell alone.
His face turns red with anger.
“Fuck naw, you queer fuck. I just wanna know where you're going. Besides, I thought you're planning on taking that bitch from the mall to somewhere.”
“She is not a bitch, Dudley. Doesn't mean she did not want to give you head and scare the living hell out of you, doesn't mean she is a bitch.” I told him. Why he has to call women bitches for stupid reason is beyond me. He should show some respect for everyone, not just for himself. I went to my dresser, trying to find my keys when Dudley said,
“Whatever, Potter. Oh yea, the freak is down stairs waiting for you.”
I stop what I was doing and looked at him. When was he going to tell me this? He is such a dick.
“How long has she been there?” I immediately asked him.
He chuckled.
“Thirty minutes ago. I think you better get downstairs soon before Mum sees her.” Then he left, laughing.
“Shit” was all I could say as I put the cologne on me, and grab the list I need for school, and ran down stairs. I thought Iris was going to call me so I could get the direction to her house. I told her that Vernon does not like black people. I can remember how badly he treated the Wilkersons two months ago. He acted like an ass and told racist jokes to get them to move.
When I made it to the living room I saw them. Like Dudley said, Iris was sitting across from Uncle Vernon talking to him. I was stunned to see him…calm. They were having a pleasant conversation.
When I entered the living room, they look at me.
“Hello, Harry.” She greeted me.
“Hi” I said.
She stands up and came near me.
“Are you ready? I have been waiting for thirty minutes. While I was waiting, I was having a wonderful conversation with Vernon.” She said softly.
“Conversation? You mean Uncle Vernon?” I told her, surprised.
“Why yes, Harry, we did. She is a very interesting young lady. Well, you two better be going, I don't want you all to be late. Please call when you are about to leave the bookstore.” Uncle Vernon said, pleasantly.
My mouth was still opened as he smiled at us. This is creeping me out. He is never this pleasant so why is he starting now. I hope this is not a trick.
Iris and I stepped outside and face him.
“Have a nice time. Good day.” Then he shuts the door.
I hope he doesn't open the door and drag me back inside.
As we walked down the stairs, I saw the same motorcycle I saw Thursday. It is the purple Honda XL, one the most expensive motorcycles in the world. The price tag is over £1 million. How did Iris get a motorcycle like that? She looks at me and smiled.
“I had it custom made in Japan. It is the only motorcycle I have so far. I am hoping to get another one, not exactly like it but another model.” She answered my question as she held her small lavender purse close and hand me a helmet. I am going to ride on it.
“Well of course, Harry. You always wanted to ride a motorcycle, so I thought you might want to ride it now.” She answered my question…again.
“Yea…but…I never expected now”
She puts on the helmet and got on the bike. All I could see was her very nice and kind of big arse. I felt warm suddenly. Maybe it is the sun. It is supposed to be warm.
“Come on. I promise I will not go fast.” She pleased.
I exhale and got on the bike. I put the helmet on.
“Hold on to me, so you won't fall off.” She ordered.
I did. She crack up the bike and with a blink of an eye, we left the Dursleys house and speed through the motorway. Iris said she was not going fast but she is driving over eighty kilometers. I held on her small waist, hoping we don't rack or get caught by the police. She zig zag all over the motorway and cut some cars. She got some blows but she kept speeding.
“Turn at this corner, at Alcove Drive.” I yelled as I held on to her waist.
She nodded as she takes a sharp turn at the corner and less than a minute we were there. We made it at the tavern in less than five minutes. We got off the motorcycle and took off our helmets. Before we entered the place, Iris puts her hands on the motorcycle and whispers some carination. Before I could ask her what she was doing, she answers with a smile.
“I'm doing a spell that will protect my motorcycle. You don't know how many people tried to steal this motorcycle and how many saw my wrath.”
“Like you did to Dudley at the mall?” I asked.
“Worse.” She answers seriously.
“How much worse?” I asked, getting a little scared.
She came closer to me, so close that I could feel her very pump breast near my chest. This made me feel…uncomfortably hot. This weather is changing for the worst as I stare into her eyes and breathing difficulty.
She press her mouth to my ear and whispers,
“First, I drink his blood. Then I tore his body parts, including his manhood, by pieces. I lit them on fire, and put the remaining ashes on someone's yard.” Then she chuckled which made me chuckled as well. Iris will never do that, she is to compassionate for that kind of shit.
She leans against the wall, folding her arms.
“I'm just joking. I usually give them a warning and they will usually get it by the first warning. Anyone never had stolen my motorcycle.” She said before looking at the tavern. Her eyes widen with shock and…fear.
“Harry, is this a wizard's tavern?” she asks
I respond,
“Yes, it is. This is the way to go to Diagon Alley. We are not going to stay there long.”
Iris starts to shake her head. I was confused.
“Iris, there is nothing to fear. They are nice wizards.” I told her.
“Harry, you don't understand. I am a witch as well as a vampire.” She said softly
“I don't get what you are applying, Iris. Look, it will be fine, I promise.” I told her while feeling frustrated. I will not let anyone hurt her.
She did not move.
“Harry, is there another way we could enter Diagon Alley? Please, Harry, I'm afraid they will…”
“Iris!” I snapped, without realizing it. I saw fear and hurt in her eyes, which made me cool my temper. I said calmly, “I'm sorry Iris I snap at you, but you don't have to worry about the other wizards. They will not hurt you.”
Iris thought as she crosses her arms and lean against the wall. I did not notice that her hair is curled as I look at her. It makes her face more beautiful as it lay softly upon her shoulders and face. She did not smile when she agrees to come in the Leaky Cauldron or when we enter the place. After we entered the Leaky Cauldron, all the wizards stop their conversation and stare at us. The stares were not harmless but dark, hateful, and unwelcoming.
Iris felt nervous as we headed towards back door. The tavern owner looks at Iris, coldly as he cleans the same cup three times. One elderly witch gave her a stare and tried to spit on her. Iris moves before it made it to her face. She moves closer to me and held my arm, fearing them. Maybe I should have listened to Iris: we should go to another way to Diagon Alley. Instead, we are in dangerous territory.
Soon we saw a dirty looking, hock noised wizard, wearing a pipe hat, block out entrance. I tried to move him but he did not bugle.
“I would never think that the Boy-Who-Lived will do this to his own kind. He taking this half-breed vampire whore with him to a Wizard tavern.” He said, harshly.
Iris head bow down. I held her hand as I felt the place turn cold. At first, I did not get it until I remember Ron's letter. How he called vampire vile creatures. I thought he was the only one who did not like vampires until I went to the tavern. Ron is not the only one who dislikes them. Apparently, everyone in the tavern does not like vampires.
“Please, sir, please move, we have to get our books for school.” I said, patiently.
He grins.
“I'll let you get your books. However, I do suggest you leave the vampire trash outside before she will get hurt.” He ordered.
Iris was about to turn when I pulled her against me. I will not leave Iris here, she is going with me.
“What if I bring her with me? I am not leaving her behind. She is my friend.” I declared.
Soon I heard mumbling from all directions.
“Friend? Ha, vampires and wizards can't be friends. Vampires don't know the word `friend.'” Said the elderly witch.
“Vampires are dark creatures that drink blood for the pleasure and kill without a consequence. It is worse if a vampire and wizard actually have children, then the child is curse with the parent's vampiric blood.” The owner said, coldly.
“That is not true!” Iris whispers softly. I felt terrible at this moment. I should not have brought her here. I did not know wizards were this…cruel to other human beings. Before we could move, the hock noise man said,
“Listen, we don't want to hurt you but she is not welcome here. She is nothing but tainted witch blood, a vile creature freak.”
“Please, Harry, just drop it all ready. I will leave, so you would get hurt.” She whispers sadly.
“No, you wanted to get your books, so we are going to do it.” I whisper back. Since I got into this mess, then I will stand against that man. I will protect her.
She presses her forehead on my shoulder. I felt braver this time.
“Please, Harry, don't cause any trouble for yourself. We are allow by law to kill this monster and we don't want a young person to witness it. So, please leave the vampire whore outside.” He said.
Iris grasped. I could not believe it.
“She is not leaving.” I said lastly. I know I will be breaking the rules but I have no choice but to use magic.
The hock nose man pulls out his wand at us.
“Well, I guess I have no choice. Su…”
“I don't think so, Louise.” Hargid yells.
Everyone froze. Iris looks at him and grasp. She never had seen a giant before.
He stands on the stairs, hands on his hips, and rather angry. He went down the stairs and all you could hear is the thunder noise of each step. He pushes Louise away and stand in front of us. He is rather pissed.
“How can you do it to another human beings? She is just like you and me. And worst of all, you was going to kill Harry Potter for befriending her. What shame.”
Louise growls.
“She is not like me! She may have witch blood, but she is still a vampire! I don't know why Dumbledore selected that monster. Especially at times like this when Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is out there. Hell, we are not supposed to be at this tavern as we speak. Does he want Who-Must-Not-Be-Named to kill us all? Hell, she might be a spy for him!” he accused.
Now I was pissed and this close of using my wand to throw him over the table, but small fingers was wrapping around my hand. I could not do it or she will be in danger.
Hargid closed his eyes slowly, shaking his head and then said,
“Stop accusing, Louise. She is just a child.”
“A demon child, Who-Must-Not-Be-Named do use the young.” He said before leaving the room and headed upstairs. Soon everyone went to their business as if nothing happens.
Hargid told us to come with him. He was not in a good mood. We went to a small alley and he did his password to cross over to the Wizardry world. Iris eyes grew widen as the brick tremble together and reveal a world she never seen.
The streets were crowed as usual, and the smell of bread, sweets, and honey roam the air. I see women carrying bags while holding their children. Some were eating at the café while others order their coffee. I love the wizardry world and magic. Everyone is pleasant, kind, and mysterious.
Now I don't know what to say.
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