New And Improved Harry Potter

The three teens left the Wing arm in arm, and wandered down the deserted hall. Luna took the lead as she guided them to the stairs that were least used. "Now, Harry, since you don't know how to use your tricorder, you need to stick close to us," she said as she firmed her arm that was around his waist. It felt good to have someone to hug. Not since her mum died, had she walked arm in arm with anyone. Her daddy hugged her, but he was a very busy man. It was nice to have friends.

"Don't encourage him," whispered Hermione under her breath, though both parties heard and ignored her.

Right as they were about to descend the stairs, a snowy white owl came winging in their direction. She landed on Luna's shoulders, but her yellow eyes were fixed on Harry.

"Woah, I remember you," he said with a great deal of excitement, making Hermione perk up.

"You remember Hedwig? That's great," she said as she bounced in place, making our hero's eyes drift from the owl to her… jiggling assets.

"Is that her name? Yeah, of course I remember her," he said, turning his attention back to the owl. "She chased off some of the more persistent thieves, when I was on the streets," he explained, as he dropped his arm and petted the owl's chest.

Hermione deflated and just said, "Oh."

"Thanks for that, girl," Harry cooed. "I wonder why she never approached me in the alleys." He had tried almost anything to get her down to him, but she would just hoot at him and stand guard.

"She knows something is wrong with you, but she's doesn't understand what. So like any other animals she's being cautious. She knows you, but she doesn't know how you will react to her. Magical animals are smarter than most," explained Luna in a very serious voice as she too fawned over the owl. "You will notice that she didn't land on you, but she is letting you pet her now. That is because she feels safer in this environment," she added with a general wave of her hand indicating the castle as a whole.

"Well, Hedwig, I am very pleased to re-meet you. I hope for a beautiful friendship with you," Harry said softly as he continued to pet her chest, marveling in how soft those feathers were. "Who does she belong to?" he asked, partly guessing she was his, but wanting to make sure.

"She's your owl," Hermione confirmed.

"Well, that just makes it all the better to be friends with her," Harry said with a big smile. "Why do I have such a cool pet as an owl?" he asked to both girls.

"Hagrid, you remember him, gave her to you. She was your first ever birthday present," Hermione informed him softly.

"Oh, well, that's… good, I guess. I mean, how old was I?" not really wanting to think that his childhood had been so bad that he never received gifts when he was younger. Now he was going to have to reevaluate his opinion of the giant man.

"You were eleven," she answered reluctantly, hoping he didn't get angry again.

"Well, shite," he stated in frustration. He really hated that he couldn't recall his childhood, from what little Hermione had told him, he would really like to… repay, his relatives… generosity.

"Language," the bushy-haired witch said.

"You really need to stop saying that to me, if you want to stay on my good side," Harry said with a great deal of steel in his voice.

She simply looked warily at him and nodded.

Hedwig decided she had had enough human interaction, butted her head on Harry's hand and then flew off.

"Right, I'm hungry, what day and time is it anyway?" he asked, judging from when the old woman picked him up, and how long he had been here it should be early Monday evening, which means close to dinner. He wrapped his arms around their shoulders again and they walked down the stairs.

"It's Monday, November 7, 1994 around 5 pm," Hermione answered as she looked at her watch. Thank Merlin she found a wind-up in a junk store.

"Why weren't you in class then?" our hero wondered, she didn't seem the type to skip classes. Especially not with the way she was trying to get him to attend.

"Classes were canceled when they started the search for you. They were going to do it on their downtime, but the professors protested, so they canceled classes until you were found. If they hadn't recovered you after the end of this week, then the Aurors— magical police— would've been brought in," the bushy-haired girl said with a great deal of resignation. "I overheard Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman talking about it," she offered, when they gave her a 'how do you know this?' look.

At that, the other two teens nodded. By this time, they had made it down the stairs and were now headed down another deserted hallway, going towards the kitchens.

"Wait, people were being petrified a couple of years ago and they didn't cancel classes, I go missing and bam they practically shut the school down. Am I really that important that they'd stop your education just to find me? I know what you told me earlier, but really, I'm just a kid. If they are waiting for some fucking hero, well aren't they going to be bloody well disappointed," Harry said with a smirk. He had learned his lesson, and he was no one's hero.

There were a few times in the last week, he stuck up for the kids on the street, only for them to kick him in the shins and run off with whatever they could pinch from his pockets. Now he was for himself, and perhaps his friends, which he still didn't know who were.

Yeah, Hermione seemed to know him, but she kept defending the old man and woman, which in his books made her some sorta authority worshiper. He really didn't need someone who would put others first. He was keeping her around, because she knew him and could tell him about his past. That and if he got his memories back, he might find there were other reasons he liked her.

Judging from what little interaction he had with Luna, this was his first time meeting her, and well, he liked her well enough. Even with all her quirks. She had the potential to be a great friend. He was going to keep her close.

"When it comes to you, Potty, we are all disappointed," came the drawl from behind them.

The trio turned to see three teenage boys looking like they were ready to rumble. Well, the two bruisers did, the one in the middle looked like the kind to give orders and watch.

The two witches dropped their arms and pulled their wands, while Harry bent over laughing almost hysterically. He had taken one look at those expensive clothes, the slicked back hair and his bodyguards and knew this boy was a rich snob that hid behind his parents. "Oh my God, did you really just call me that?" the dark-haired boy asked between laughs. Taking deep breaths and wiping the tears of mirth from his face, he stopped, looked at the ponce in front of him and broke down again. "Shite, he's a Daddy's Boy, isn't he?" he guffawed to Luna, who nodded with a smile, but kept her wand trained on the known bullies.

"What on earth is the matter with you, Potter?" the confused blond asked, his eyes looking over his schoolyard nemesis. This wasn't what he expected, though he really should have after the spectacle the boy made earlier.

Quick as a wink Harry sobered. "Listen, Papa's Little Bitch Boy, I don't know who you are, I don't care who your daddy is, and I will only tell you this once… stay the fuck out of my way, and I won't stomp you with my steel-toed boots," he threatened menacingly as he stepped closer and closer to the other boy.

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