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Summary: First part in the Prophecy of the Stones, sequel to Holes Above Us. Connor and Harry meet, neither knowing the power the other possesses. No slash

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Harry Potter > Connor-CenteredJmariaFR181013,0261134,97810 Feb 0413 Dec 05No

Chapter Two

A/N: Ok, Yeah, the title refers to Connor (John until Chappie 3) I just liked the phase. This chapter was written in both my French and Art History classes. So story, yes? Gotcha.

Chapter Two

Inside of Number Four Privet Drive, Petunia Dursley was handing out towels for the two girls and her Dudley-kins. She stared at the young man who followed in her nephew. She smiled sweetly at the young man.

John pushed the wet strand of dark hair back from his face. The woman was offering a big fluffy towel. He smiled as he accepted the offering. He watched as she shoved the thinnest and most ragged towel at Harry.

“Mum, this is Lisa Dugray. She’s my girl.” John held his tongue from saying something as he watched Dudley lay a meaty arm around his grinning cousin. “Oh, and that’s Julia -”

“It’s Jillian, Jillian Post.” The brunette girl said, rolling her eyes at him, but offering her hand to Mrs. Dursley.

“Whatever, and Lisa’s cousin J.C. Matthews. He’s from America.”

“Oh, quite impressive.”


“Why don’t you settle yourselves down over by the fire, and I’ll make some hot chocolate?” She said smiling.

“Thank you, Mrs. Dursley.” The blonde Lisa said smiling brightly as Dudley led her away.

John heard Jillian mutter something under her breath as she stalked behind her best friend. John was about to follow her, but he turned back to Harry. Petunia caught his gaze as she turned to her nephew.

“Harry, don’t you have something to do?” She said icily.

“Yes, Aunt Petunia. Right on it.” He turned to go back up the stairs. But something urged John to speak.

“Actually, I thought Harry would join us.”

“Why?” Petunia looked as if a bug had crawled up her nose.

“Well, you see, I’m writing an article for my school paper while I’m here on vacation. You know, ‘British kids -Are they really all that different.’ And Harry’d round out my test group.” That was the fastest talking he’d ever have to do. Hmm, he really was good at lying.

Petunia still looked like a bug had crawled up her nose as she cringed. She gave John a brittle smile as she turned to Harry. She gritted through her teeth as she said, “Yes, Harry, why don’t you join them?”

With that she stalked off to the kitchen to make the hot chocolate. John grinned at Harry. But Harry was watching him suspiciously. John caught it.


“Why did you go out of your way to invite me?”


“You lied.” Harry paused, looking confused. “Didn’t you?”


“Then why?”

“Look, no offense to your cousin, but I wanna deck him. He and Lisa are just driving me nuts, and Jillian is annoying in her own way. You seem like a normal guy, so I figure at least I’ll have someone to talk to.” John said, walking toward the other teens.

“Oh, yeah. I’m really normal.” He said, rubbing his scar.


Cordelia smiled at them. She turned to grin at Sirius. He rolled his eyes. She punched him at the shoulder. He huffed.

“What did I do?”

“You are being a butt-munch. And you owe me twenty bucks?”

“For what?” He cried.

“I told you my boy wasn’t a thug. See, he asked Harry to join them. Your kid was just gonna walk away, like a quitter. Hmm, I wonder where he got that from?” She said, grinning.

“First of all, your boy is a puny muggle.”

“Hey! No bad mouthing . . .never mind.” She said, remembering her own words.

“Ha. Forgot about that, did ya now?” He smirked crookedly at her.

“Whatever. And Connor is sooo not a muggle. Or puny.”

“Yeah,” He said rolling his eyes. “Besides, he is hanging out with that fat tub of lard, and didn’t your boy try to kill himself and you last year?”

“That’s beside the point.”

“Hush, I’m trying to watch this.”

“You just want to shut me up cuz you can’t pay up. And don’t you tell me to hush.”

“You’re right I can’t pay you, because we’re dead. Merlin, sometimes I’d like to strangle you, Chase.”

“Haha, you can’t, cuz I’m already dead.”

“Whatever, Chase.”


Jillian Post watched the young black haired boy. He seemed interesting. Lisa was still fawning over stupid, fat Dudley. She narrowed her eyes at the stupid things that kept flying out of his mouth. He was so bloody annoying.

“Chocolate, kids?” Petunia said, carrying the tray to the coffee table. “Here, Lisa, dear.” She said sweetly after handing Dudley one of the larger mugs. Lisa got the second biggest. Jillian watched as she, John and Harry, got the smaller mugs. Typical. Everyone always short-changed her.

“Thank you, Mrs. Dursley.” She said sweetly. She hated being so nice to people. It really irked her to be so polite all the time. “You’ve been so very kind to us. First the towels, and look,” She smirked as she looked down to her cup, watching the two tiny marshmallows sink to the bottom of her mug, ” You’ve made us coco.”

Harry stifled a chuckle, catching the eye of the brunette girl. She gave him a genuine smile as she turned back to the beaming Mrs. Dursley. She scrunched up her shoulders as she gushed to thank her again. She scuttled off to the kitchen, and Jillian dropped her facade.

“I never thought the old hag would leave. Dudleykins, you got a fag on you?” She said, downing her chocolate in one gulp.

“Nah, Lisa doesn’t like the smell of ‘em.” He said kissing, Lisa on the cheek, sending her into another vapid peel of giggles.

“Damn, Lis, you gotta laugh every time he does that?” John said, cringing at the sound.

“What about you, Johnny?” Jillian leaned forward on her knees.

“Sorry, I don’t smoke.”

Jillian huffed as she turned to face the only person left. She knew Lisa wasn’t carrying, so she smiled at Harry.

“So, cousin, what about you?”


“God! You’re no fun.” She jumped up to look around the room.

“Jillian, you really ought to quit. You could -”

“AHA, someone’s been sneaking.” She said grabbing the pack from behind a potted plant. “Dud, your mum’s been smoking.” She said, grinning. But then she shut her face down again. “And you’ve been holding out.”

“I didn’t know.”


“Hey, maybe we should -” John said, jumping between the red-faced Dudley and the smirking Jillian.

Before he could finish his sentence a red glow filled the room. Harry and John each felt a shock, and Jillian was hurled to the floor.


Cordy rubbed her eyes as she gazed in front of her at the teens. She looked back to Sirius.

“What the hell was that?



A/N 2: Ok, how’d I do?
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