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Summary: Some new people move in to Privet Drive across the street from Harry

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Harry Potter > Dawn-Centered > Pairing: Harry PotterNatNilkFR1334,2660126,42526 Aug 0429 Aug 04No

Not learning any magic

AN: This capter is kinda short, I hope my paragraphing is better now, thanks for all your wonderfull reviews :-)

Not learning any magic

Wednesday morning when Harry woke up the weather had changed, it was no longer hot, and heavy rain was pouring down outside his window. He went down to breakfast knowing that his Aunt and Uncle would yell at him for coming home so late last night, but he didn’t really care. He wasn’t intimidated by them any more and he had much more important things to think about anyway, the kiss Dawn had given him last night for instance. As he had suspected they yelled at him for about an hour about not coming home in time, being irresponsible and a number of other things. Harry didn’t pay any attention to them at all and just ate his breakfast as he normally would any other morning.

When Harry had finished his breakfast he went back up to his room and tried out his new contact lenses. They felt a bit odd, but he thought he could probably get used to them. He changed into some of his new clothes, and feeling a bit rebellious, he decided to wear his new leather coat as well. Bringing along a few basic spellbooks and supplies he went back downstairs and was out the door before anyone could stop him or had time to ask him about the new clothes. Quickly running across the street to avoid the rain he reached Dawns house and knocked the door.

Almost immediately the door swung open and Dawn dragged him inside. The house was empty except for Dawn who told him that the others had gone back to London early that morning to work on some secret project she couldn’t really tell him anything about. Harry was a bit nervous about being alone with Dawn, but it passed quickly when they started talking about magic. Harry showed Dawn the basic spellbooks he had brought and told her they would start off with very simple basic spells to see how fast she picked up on new things.

When time came for lunch Dawn ordered pizza and when they sat down to eat Harry told her what he thought of her progress so far.

“You’re crap, worse than my friend Neville even, though I suspect that it’s as much my fault as it is yours”, Harry said. This was quite true, Harry was good at teaching more advanced forms of magic like he had done during the DA meetings, but he had no idea about how to explain the fundamental basics of magic that he himself took for granted.

“This is difficult, just how to move the wand is an entire science” Dawn said pouting.

“I think you just need proper teachers” Harry said in a comforting sort of way. “I can show you loads of different spells and stuff, but if you don’t know any basics it won’t work”, he continued.

“Do you know anyone who can teach me then?” Dawn asked. “I really, really want to learn.”

“You should write a letter to professor McGonagall and ask if there’s anything they can do for you at Hogwarts, but I think you’re too old to start school now” Harry told a disappointed looking Dawn.

“Fine, if I write this letter, what’ll happen then?” she asked.

“They’ll most likely ask you loads of questions and then test you to see what skills you have and after that I don’t know, a private tutor perhaps” Harry answered.

“Sounds ok I guess, so what do I write in the letter?” she said smiling again.

They spent the afternoon writing the letter to professor McGonagall, Dawn insisting on typing it on her computer instead of writing on parchment. When it was done they printed it and Dawn signed it with her ballpoint pen, calling Harry’s quill “outdated rubbish”.

“So what address do I put on the envelope?” Dawn asked as she folded the letter.

Harry took the envelope and wrote for her:
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Hotgwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

“Will that really do? Doesn’t there need to be a postal code?” she asked looking at the envelope with scepticism.

“Nah, this’ll do, your owl will find the way, they always do” Harry answered.

“My owl?” Dawn said looking at Harry with even more scepticism than before.

“Yes, your owl, the one you bought in Diagon alley” Harry said. “I thought you knew they were used for sending letters, or did you think that the muggle postman could find Hogwarts?” Harry said almost bursting with laughter.

“I just thought that my owl was really cute pet, I had no idea about the letter thing” she said, and punching Harry quite hard in the arm she added “And don’t laugh, I don’t know about these things.”

“I think I need to go home now, it’s almost time for dinner and I overheard my aunt saying it was roast beef today. Wait until your sister gets back and hear what she has to say about it before you send the letter, you just need to tie it to the leg of your owl, tell her were to go and let her out the window” Harry said putting his coat on and tying up his shoelaces. He opened the door, turned around to face Dawn, planted a kiss square on her lips, and with Dawn looking as stunned as Harry had felt the night before he ran off across the street before she had time to say a word.

The End?

You have reached the end of "The girl next door" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 29 Aug 04.

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