Lucy's POV

Yesterday, we celebrated Harry's birthday here at the Burrow. I'm so glad that he had fun and that he loved the gift I gave him. It's a miniature of him riding a broom.

His uncle really pissed me off. But he said he's ok and I don't need to worry about him.

I didn't push the subject, though, I'm not convinced. It still bothers me.

Anyway, I'm here sittin on a chair while staring nowhere. Harry and the Weasley Family are giving me wierd looks.

"Is she out of her mind, Harry?" I heard Ron whispered to Harry, curiously. Harry turned to him and back to me.

"Perhaps she's thinking something." Harry whispered back, looking unsure.

"Lucy, are you ok, Dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, concerned.

"Yeah." I shrugged. I stand up and went to get my guitar upstairs.

Once I got it, I hurried dowstairs.

"Ginny! Ginny!" I called. She looked up and searched the caller. When she caught my eye, she smiled brightly.

I forgot to tell you. Ginny and I became bestfriends because...well, we're the only girls here with the exception of Mrs. Weasley, of course. We usually talked about random things like hogwarts, his crazy brothers and boys.

She's starting this year at Hogwarts and I am so proud of her! I mean, she's like my adorable little sister!

Back to present, I lift up my guitar for her to see it.

"You wanna hear me play my guitar?" She looks confused, as well as her family.

"Guitar is a stringed musical instrument with a fretted fingerboard, typically incurved sides, and six or twelve strings. Muggles play it by plucking or strumming with their fingers or a plectrum." I explained as I tune my guitar.

"Ready?" They nodded eagerly. "The title of the song is I'm leaving on a Jet Plane by John Denver."

"All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go, I'm standing

here outside your door,

I hate to wake you up to say good-bye.

But the dawn is breaking, it's early morn, the taxi's

waiting He's blowing his horn.

Already I'm so lonesome I could die.

So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait

for me, hold me like you'll never let me go.

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when

I'll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

There's so many times I've let you down, so many

times I've played around,

I tell you now they don't mean a thing.

Every place I go I'll think of you, every song I sing I'll

sing for you,

when I come back, I'll bring your wedding ring.

So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait

for me, hold me like you'll never let me go.

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when

I'll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

Now the time has come to leave you, one more time

let me kiss you,

then close your eyes, I'll be on my way.

Dream about the days to come when I won't have to

leave alone,

about the times I won't have to say:

kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for

me, hold me like you'll never let me go.

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when

I'll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be

back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go."

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Harry's POV

Lucy started singing. I swear, her voice is so angelic! Everyone in Hogwarts knew that she sings very well. She's the Best Singer I've ever seen.

I just stared at her with a dreamy expression. She's so beautiful, smart, humble, cheerful and kind. I know that Half of the boys in the school adore her. Including me. The professors also took a liking at her.

Ron glanced at me and smirked. Oh no, I think he knows..

"Mate, if you like Lucy, just ask her out before someone does." He stated bluntly. I hesitated.

"I don't know. I mean, I don't want to ruin our friendship just because of a stupid little crush." I responded gloomily.

"Its not stupid. Besides, there's nothing wrong if you try." He has a point. Finally, I nodded my head. I'm going to confess my feelings for Lucy, sooner or later.

Lucy ended her song. We looked at her impressed and stunned. After a while, we applauded. Me the loudest of all. She blushed furiously, grinned and bow.

No wonder many boys fancy her...she's beautiful inside and out.

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Lucy's POV

We're currently eating our breakfast, when the front door opened.

"Dad's home!" George cheered. Mr. Weasley entered, his robes look dusty and travel-worn.

"What a night! Nine raids! Nine!" He said exhaustedly.

Nine?! Wow...that's tedious!

"Raids?" Harry handsomely asked Ron and I. Wait, what did I just said?

"Dad works at the Ministry of Magic." Ron spoke.

"In the Misuse Muggle Artifacts. It's quite cool." I added. He looked puzzled.

"Misuse Muggle Artifacts?"

"That's when wizards bewitch something to drive Muggles mad. Shrinking door keys, that kind of thing. Dad loves Muggles. Thinks they're fascinating." Ron explained. Mr. Weasley hanged his cloak.

"Good morning, Mr. Weasley!" I greeted. He smiled warmly and greeted me back. He turned to Harry and blinked.

"Well now. Who are you?"

"Harry, sir. Harry Potter." Mr. Weasley gaped.

"Good Lord, are you really? Ron and Lucy told us all about you, of course. When did you get here?"

"Yesterday. Your sons flew that enchanted car of yours to Surrey house and back." Mrs. Weasley spat.

"Did you now! How'd it go?!" He asked them excitedly. I giggled when Mrs. Weasley smacked him on his shoulder.

"I... I mean... That was very wrong, boys. Very wrong indeed." He quickly added. "So, Harry. You must know all about Muggles like Lucy do. Tell me, what exactly is the function of a rubber duck?"

Harry is about to answer, when he noticed something. I followed where he's staring at. Its an owl soaring toward the kitchen window. To Harry and I's horror, the owl doesn't pull up. It just flies... SMACK!... into the glass. I gasped. Pity.

"That must be Errol with the post. Fetch him, will you, George?" Mr. Weasley said calmly.

George takes the unconscious Errol, absently lays him on a draining board, and takes the Letters clutched in his claws.

"It's our Hogwarts letters! And look. They've sent Harry's and Lucy's as well!" George bemused.

"Dumbledore must know you two are here, Harry and Lucy. Doesn't miss a trick, that man." Mr. Weasley said.

"(reading his) This lot won't come cheap, Mum. The spellbooks alone..." Fred frowned.

He's right. Gilderoy Lockhart's books are expensive.... and a bunch of lies. Like he did any of those things on his books. Pfft. Liar.

"We'll manage." She assured him but looked worried, too. " Right then. There's only one place to get all of this." I grinned.

"Diagon alley!" Ron, Harry, Fred, George and I chorused.

~*~

We gathered in front of the large fireplace.

"You first, Harry Dear."

Mrs. Weasley offered Harry a Flowerpot. At the bottom is a layer of VERY SOFT DUST. Harry frowns in confusion.

"Harry's never traveled by Floo Powder before, Mum. Niether did Lucy." Ron spoke.

"Floo Powder?" Harry repeated.

Of course, I know what it is. I've read about them, but I don't know how to travel by it.

Just then, Ron's older brother, Percy enters.

"Percy. Would you mind going first, so Harry and Lucy can see how it's done?" Offered Mrs. Weasley.

"Certainly, Mother. Don't worry, Harry, Lucy. It's simple enough." Percy stated.

Percy takes a pinch from the pot, pitches it into the fireplace and BRIGHT GREEN FLAMES ROAR HIGH. To Harry and I's amazement, he calmly walks... straight into us.

"Diagon Alley!" Percy yelled and he vanished. I gasped.

This is not gonna be good...

Tentatively, Harry reached into the pot.

"Remember to speak clearly, dear!"

"And mind you get out at the right grate!"

"Don't wander around!"

"Remember, stick to each other!"

Harry and I nodded unsure. I instantly grabbed his hand. He looked at it and squeezed my hand.

"D-Dia-gonalley!"

"Wait, no!" Too late.

And... (Drum Roll) WE'RE.SCREWED!

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Third Person's POV

The Sound is deafening as Harry and Lucy hurtled forward, squinting against the sting of Whirling Soot and the mad, flickering lights of passing fireplaces. ... Lucy was pinned on the floor by Harry, who's on her top.

"Harry, I know I'm lovable, but I need to breathe." She said frankly. Harry blushed and hurriedly get off.

Dizzy and dirty, Harry reclaimed his shattered glasses. They are tumbled into a wizard's shop, but a decidedly creepy one.

"Harry, come on. This place is creeping me out." He nodded.

They started to exit, when a Withered Hand in a Glass Case caught his eye: The Hand of Glory. Nearby, an Opal Necklace gleamed: Caution: Do not touch. Cursed--Has Claimed the Lives of Nineteen Muggle Owners to Date.

Oddly transfixed by it all, Harry and Lucy drifted toward the exit, when two figures appeared beyond the front window, approaching the shop. Lucius and Draco Malfoy.

"Quick! Let's hide!" Lucy hissed urgently. Harry glanced about, spies a Large Black Cabinet.

"Here!" They slipped inside, panting heavily. As Lucy pulled the doors closed, a Tiny Card swings into View: Crushing Cabinet.

Malfoy and his father entered. A stooped man (MR. BORGIN) emerged from the back room. In the cabinet, Harry and Lucy watched, unaware that the walls around them are... SLOWLY CLOSING IN.

"Mr. Malfoy! What a pleasure to see you again. If I may, just in today --" Mr. Borgin said joyfully.

"I'm not buying today, Mr. Borgin. But selling." Lucius Malfoy spoke bluntly.

"Selling?"

"You have heard, of course, that the Ministry of Magic is conducting more raids. There are even rumors of a new Muggle Protection Act..."

Lucius unravels a roll of parchment, hands it to Borgin.

"I have a few... ah... items at home that might prove embarrassing if the Ministry were to call. Certain poisons and the like..."

"Hmmm... yes. I see..."

Inside the cabinet, Lucy realized the walls are closing in.

"Harry, the ceiling!" She shook Harry frantically.

His eyes shift upward. The ceiling is dropping.

Draco drifted to the Hand of Glory, reaches out, when... the Hand grabs him. Draco shrieked, managed to slip free, then calms. He eyes the hand with malicious glee.

"Can I have this?"

"Ah, the Hand of Glory. Insert a candle and it gives light only to the holder. Best friend of thieves and plunderers. Your son has fine taste, sir."

"Hopefully my son will amount to more than a thief, Mr. Borgin." He responded coldly.

"Though if his marks don't pick up --"

"It's not my fault the teachers have favorites. That Hermione Granger and Lucy Conner--"

"I would have thought you'd be ashamed that a girl of no wizarding family beat you in every exam." Lucius snapped.

"Boo-yah!" Lucy whispered gleefully. Harry chuckled.

"It's the same all over. Wizard blood is counting for less everywhere." Borgin said, mostly to himself.

"And who's this Lucy Conner?" Draco blushed.

"N-nothing." His father eyed him suspiciously but shrugged it off.

Inside the cabinet, Harry's and Lucy's knees are up under their chin... Borgin checks off one last time, then returns the parchment to Lucius. Satisfied, Malfoy nods.

"Very good. I'll expect you at the manor tomorrow. Come, Draco."

They exit. As Borgin slips into the back room, the Crushing Cabinet's doors Fly opened and the two leap free. Inside, the walls, floor, and ceiling SNAP SHUT!

Borgin reappeared, blinked curiously at Harry and Lucy, then watches them race out the door.

Once outside, Harry fitted his broken glasses to his face. Lucy sighed in relief.

"That was close." She looked up and saw a sign, Knockturn Alley. Her eyes widened.

"Harry, we need to get out of here!" She said hastily. He nodded and grabbed her hand.

"Not lost are you, dearies?" An aged witch approached them. She holds a tray of human fingernails. Harry stood in front of Lucy protectively.

"No, we're fine, thanks. We're just--"

"HARRY! LUCY! What d'yer think yer doin' down 'ere?" A voice called. Hagrid.

"Hagrid!" Lucy and Harry ran toward him, knocking the tray from the cursing Witch's hands.

He steered the two away.

Hagrid swatted at Lucy's and Harry's sooty clothes.

"Yer a mess! Skulkin' 'round Knockturn Alley. Dodgy place, Harry, Lucy. Don't want no one ter see yeh down there. People'll be thinkin' yer up ter no good."

"We were lost, we -- Hang on. What were you doing down there?" Harry curiously asked.

"I was lookin' fer a Flesh Eatin' Slug Repellent. They're ruinin' the school cabbages." Hagrid replied.

"Harry! Lucy!" A girl called. They turned and saw Hermione approaching them. Lucy grinned and hugged Hermione.

"I miss you, 'Mione!" She chuckled. They let go.

"I missed you, too. Hello, Hagrid. Oh, it's wonderful to see you three again."

She stopped then, cock sher head curiously at Harry, then takes out her wand and points it directly between his eyes.

"Occulus Reparo." Instantly, Harry's glasses mended.

"I need to remember that one." Harry mumbled.

"C'mon. Everyone's been so worried."

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Lucy's POV

She leads us to Gringotts, where Hermione's rather nervous-looking Muggle parents stood with the Weasleys.

"Oh, Harry, Lucy. Thank goodness. We hoped you'd only gone one grate too far. Come now. We're off to Flourish and Blotts." Mrs. Weasley said enthusiastically.

"Isn't it thrilling! Gilderoy Lockhart's going to be there! We can actually meet him! I mean, he's written almost the whole Booklist!" Hermione gushed. I stared at her agape.

Eew..

They dashed off, Harry frowned. "Who?"

We went inside of Flourish and Blotts. A PLACARD declares:

HERE TODAY! SIGNING COPIES OF HIS AUTOBIOGRAPHY, MAGICAL ME... GILDEROY LOCKHART!

Me, Harry and the others thread their way through a chattering throng of MIDDLE-AGED LADIES, all craning their necks for a view of Lockhart, who sits signing books at the rear of the shop. At the sight of him, Mrs. Weasley pats her hair.

I think I'm gonna puke...

"There he is!"

"Mum fancies him." Ron whispered to us. For this, Mrs. Weasley gives Ron a jab in the shoulder.

Makes sense.

A short man with a camera bumps past.

"Out of the way! This is for The Daily Prophet!"

"Big deal." I spoke, annoyed. Instantly, Lockhart looks up, flashes a smile, when...

"It can't be. It's Harry Potter."

The crowd WHISPERS excitedly as Lockhart dives forward,seizes Harry's hand and turns him toward the photographer.

Harry glanced at me, and I smiled at him apologetically. It must really sucks to have this kind of attention.

I turned to Ginny. "Hey, Ginny. Can I put my book on your cauldron?" She looked at it.

"No offense, but why is it..tattered?" She cautiously asked. I shrugged.

"I..I.. The book accidentally slipped through my grasp and...well, it fell into the water." I grinned sheepishly. She chuckled but nodded.

"Ladies and gentlemen! What an extraordinary moment this is! When young Harry here stepped into Flourish and Blotts this morning to purchase my autobiography, Magical Me -- which, incidentally is celebrating its twenty-seventh week atop The Daily Prophet's Bestseller List -- he had no idea that he would, in fact, be leaving with my entire collected works! Free of charge!" He rambled. I rolled my eyes.

The crowd applauded. And before Harry knows it, a towering stack of books is shoved into his arms.

Slipping free, Harry drifts back into us and, red with embarrassment, drops the books into Ginny's cauldron.

"You okay?" I asked amused. He glared at me playfully and turned to Ginny.

"You have these. I'll buy my own --" My smile immediately faltered when I heard the most annoying and irritating voice.

"Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter? Famous Harry Potter. Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page." Malfoy sneered.

"Foolish little Draco Malfoy can't even go into a bookshop without being a git." I retorted back, as I got on his face. He smirked, probably thinking that I'm going to kiss him.

Never.

"And leave him alone! He didn't want the attention he's always getting. Besides, you're just jealous. He's kind, you're cruel. He's humble, you're a conceited jerk. He has real best friends, you don't. He's brave, you're a coward. He's smart, you're a dimwitted asshole. And you're pathetic, vile, pale BARBIE!" I said with my coldest voice as I glared at him menacingly.

I smirked when he shivered.

"O-oh look, y-you got yourself a-a girlfriend, p-potter." He managed to say while stammering. I blushed and backed away a bit.

"Silence, Draco! Ah... Mr. Potter. I don't believe we've met." Lucius freaking Malfoy Lucius

Malfoy extends his hand, as if offering to shake Harry's, but instead gently plays his fingers over the fringe of Harry's scalp, revealing Harry's lightning bolt scar. At his touch, Harry withdraws, ever so slightly.

"Forgive me, Mr. Potter. But your scar is legend. As, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you."

"He was nothing, but a murderer." Harry said boldly.

Whoo! Go Harry!

"Yes, a pity about your parents. Curious that you yourself should escape with a mere flesh wound. Curious, too, that you speak of him in the past. Surely, you don't think He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is gone forever." He spoke acidly.

"His name is Voldemort." Harry spat. Those within earshot gasp as Harry utters the word.

I rolled my eyes. Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself.

"You must be very brave, Mr. Potter, to dare speak his name. Or foolish." He said smoothly.

"Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." Hermione butted in.

That's what I'm talking about!

His eyes slide, find Hermione staring defiantly.

"You must be Miss Granger. Draco's told me all about you... and your parents. Muggles, aren't you?"

Mr. and Mrs. Granger nod nervously. Lucius Malfoy can barely disguise his distaste for them. I crossed my arms.

"Got a problem with that?" I bravely asked in a low but deadly voice. The Weasley's and Malfoy's all looked at me.

"And who might you be?" He wondered. I smirked. Time to be Egotistic!

"The weirdest and most fabulous girl in the world." I proudly stated, hands on my hips and my head held high. Fred, George, Ron and Harry snickered. I glanced at them and winked.

"Who. Are. You?" He pressed through gritted teeth. He's getting annoyed, Ha!

I sighed exasperatedly and rolled my eyes.

"The name's Lucy Conner. So, now you know me, I suggest you keep your filthy mouth shut." I smiled mockingly. He narrowed his eyes on me. Like I'm scared of him. Pfft..

"Or else what? What can a delicate, little girl do?" I glared at him, but chuckled evilly. He looked afraid, but quickly covered it.

"Delicate? Me? Oh no, Mr. Malfoy. I may be a sweet, delicate, smart little girl, but I have a Devil inside. If you insult or hurt my friends and their family, emotionally or physically, that devil inside of me will come out and.. Well, It depends on the devil what it will do to you. Haunt you, hexed you, or maybe spill out some of your secrets.." I taunted, smirking all the time. He looked terrified.

"What secrets?" He demanded.

"Why would I tell you?" He scoffed and took out my battered book from Ginny's cauldron. Although, he thought it's not mine but Ginny's.

"A secondhand, battered book. Clearly, your family is so... Poor that they can't give you things that are new. Pity." He sneered at Ginny.

"Don't you dare talk to her like that!" I fumed, ready to hit him, but Harry held me back. He scoffed again.

I swear, he has a problem on his lungs.

"Here, girl. Take your book. It's the best your father can give you." He tossed the book back into her cauldron. They thankfully exited. I dramatically sighed and lay on the floor.

"Thank God! They're gone!" They all chuckled.

"Dear, you don't need to defend us. It's ok. But after all, thank you" Mr. Weasley spoke. I waved him off, still lying on the floor.

"Naah.. You don't need to thank me. Besides, they deserve it." I smiled.

"And Malfoy's totally scared of you!" Ron bemused. I smirked.

'He better be."

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