A FRIEND TO TALK TO
END CHPT: BEGIN AGAIN
DISCLAIMER: I dont own the Harry Potter series. The Beaumont family/The Republic/The Japanese Magic Empire is mine. lol.
They were on the floor. It was dark and the air was damp.
Claire rubbed her head. "Oww..."
Harry, however, was dealing with excrutiating pain.
His forehead burned. He rolled on the floor, moaning. His vision was blurred by the pain.
Claire saw Harry on the floor.
"Harry? Harry! Are you okay?" She crawled over to him. "HARRY!"
No! Not Voldemort! Not now! Not with Claire! Harry thought.
Harry's eyes were shut as he flinched in pain. "Harry..." Claire whispered. "Breath."
He did.
He didn't realize that her face was THIS CLOSE to his. She cupped his face. "Harry..."
"Ahhg!"
The pain slowly subdued. Harry opened his eyes. He could smell her minty scent. Claire was close enough to...
"Are you okay?" She asked softly.
Harry shook his head and slowly sat up. "He's here."
Claire looked around. "Who? Where are we?"
"Voldemort." He whispered, and looked around. Wait a minute. He knew this place. The air was damp and smelled rotten. The wooden walls had scratches and dark stains sprayed across. "I think... i think we're in the Shreiking Shack."
Claire blinked. "What? I dont like that name..." They stood up.
"Its suppose to be the most haunted house in Great Britian but-"
"WHAT? Oh gosh. This is creepy." She whimpered.
"No! It's not haunted, i promise." Harry told her. She was holding on to his arm.
"Oh yea? Then why the hell is there blood stains over there!" She pointed to the floor.
"Long story. But its not haunted." Harry said.
Claire gave him the wide eye look. She was still holding on tight to his arm. She dragged hiom down a stairway. "Lets get out of-"
"Ohhhh... but it is..." A creepy, cackly voice said.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!" Claire shrieked and hugged Harry. She buried her head in his chest. "I hate hate hate hate hate hate ghosts!" She whimpered.
"Whose there!" Harry called. Harry winced. The pain in his forehead was starting to return.
"You know very well..." A shrilly high-pitched voice said. "And look? You even have a friend."
"No..." Harry growled. It was Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Hello princess!" Bellatrix called.
Claire blinked. "Um. Hi?"
Harry rubbed his forehead. It was burning again. He glanced at Claire, confused. "Princess?" He asked. What kind of nickname was that?
Claire glanced at Harry and then at Bellatrix.
"Oh... so little Potty-Wotty doesn't know about you being a pretty pretty princess? Wow! Oh, where are my bloody manners!" Bellatrix laughed. "This is the princess of the Republic, POTTY!"
"Potty...Wotty?" Claire repeated. She laughed.
Harry sighed. Claire was so oblivious. But then again, so was Harry.
Bellatrix smirked. "Well, it nice to know you have a sence of humor. Now i'm gonna kill you." She smiled manically.
Claire's face fell. "What? Why! I didn't do anything!" She retorted.
"Oh, but you did. Now die!" Bellatrix took out her wand.
"RUN!" Harry shouted, and he and Claire ran the opposite direction.
"Incarcerous!" She shrieked.
Claire hit the ground, binded by thick ropes.
"Aw crap." She muttered.
"Crucio!" Harry shouted. Bellatrix fell to the ground, shreiking.
"You got better." She muttered angrily.
Harry ran over to Claire, who was lying miserably on the floor. He untied the ropes, but Bellatrix was already on her feet.
"CRUCIO!" She shouted at Harry, who fell to the floor in excrusiating pain. "See? Thats how its really done."
Harry blinked the pain away. It was still unbarable. But what happened next made him forget his pain completly...
"Your turn Princess. Crucio..."
"Protego!" Claire countered.
Harry looked up. Who said that?
To his complete and utter suprise, Claire was on her feet, looking very pissed, and holding her very own wand.
"YOU'RE A WITCH!" Harry exasperated.
Claire rasied her eyebrows. "You didn't know that?"
She took Harry's silence as a yes.
Bellatrix was about to attack Claire.
"Diffindo!" Claire shouted, and her wand turned into a sword.
(a/n: yea yea, that doesnt really happen, i dont care )
"En Garde!" Claire smirked.
"Ooh, you know little bitty kiddies should play with sharp objects."
"Well ugly old HAGS shouldn't mess with those kiddies or they'll get there ass kicked!" Claire replied, smirking.
Bellatrix grimmaced. "Imper-AHHHH!!"
Claire swung her sword out and Bellatrix stepped back. "You could have cut me!"
She charged at Bellatrix with her sword. "Thats kinda the point!" She swung her sword and it hit Bellatrix across the chest. Instead of being cut open, a purple light came from the sword and she fell to the floor.
Meanwhile, Harry was just watching Claire. He was so shocked that she was a witch.
"Get up, retard!" Claire said, and kicked Bellatrix's sides. She grunted in pain and rolled over. "Ha! What now?" Claire kicked her again.
Harry snapped back into reality. "Claire!" He grabbed her arm. "Lets get out of here!"
Claire stummbled as Harry pulled her out. "You're a witch! And a princess! Why didn't you tell me!"
"I...I thought it was obvious!"
"That you're a princess?"
She smiled sheepishly.
They ran until they reached a boarded door.
"I'll open it." Claire said, and raised her sword. The tip was glowing purple.
"Imperio."
Claire stopped. She dropped her sword, which turned back into a wand. It had a swirl of metal ribbon laced on the handle.
"Claire?" Harry said. She was dead still, and she had no expression on her face.
"Come here, princess!" Bellatrix said in a shrilly voice.
Harry turned around. He pointed his wand at her. "Leave us alone! I'll kill you, i swear!"
"Ha!" Bellatrix shreiked. "Still mad at me for killing your godfather? Better off without that slimeball!"
Harry cletched his fist. "Aveda K-" He stopped.
Claire was standing in front of Bellatrix.
"Claire? What are you doing!" Harry said. 'The Imperious curse, no!'
Her face was totally blank. "Wand." She said. Her wand flew into her hand. Behing her, Bellatrix smiled
evily.
"Kill the Pot-head!" Bellatrix shreiked with laughter.
Claire raised her wand.
"Claire! Fight it! Come on, fight it!" Harry urged. He didn't want to harm her.
Claire was still.
Bellatrix tapped her foot impatiently. "Oh come on, hurt him!"
"Claire, fight it! Fight it!" Harry urged.
She was still. A tear fell from her eyes. She was struggling with herself.
Claire was in a limbo. Her mind was free, free of thoughts and any kind of problems. She felt light as a feather and didn't have a care in the world...
'Fine, dont kill him. Alright Princess, go ahead turn your wand into a sword again.'
Why?
'Because i want to see it.'
Okay.
"Diffindo." Claire said. The metal ribbon around her wand expanded until it reached the full length of the sword.
'Good. Now attack Potter.'
No! He's my friend!
'It doesn't matter, it wont hurt...'
No. I wont hurt him.
'He'll hurt you, so attack him before he hurts you.'
No he wouldn't.
'Yes he would. Attack.'
No.
'DO IT!'
NO!
"Jeez! HURRY UP AND HURT YOUR BOYFRIEND!" Bellatrix shreiked.
Claire seemed to breakfree from the curse for a moment. "HARRY LEAVE!" She cried., and dropped her sword which automatically turned back into a wand.
Harry ran off. He didn't want to fight Claire.
"YOU IDIOT! GET HIM!" Bellatrix scremed. Claire picked up her wand and ran toward Harry, now completly under her control.
Harry turned around and faced Claire, who was in a fighting stance. "Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted.
"Protego." She said calmly.
"Locomotor Mortis!" Harry said. Claire's legs snapped together but she was still standing.
She shot an icy glare at Harry that gave him the chills.
She did a perfect front flip and swung her legs around and hit Harry. He stumpled a bit.
"Diffendo." Claire said. Her wand became a sword.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry cried, and her sword turned into a wand as it fell to the floor. "Incarcerous!"
Claire fell to the floor. She was binded in ropes, again. She face was still emotionless. Her eyes were blank and it scared Harry.
Claire rolled over once. She stuggled with the ropes but nothing happened.
Suddenly, a hard object hit Harry over the head.
He stumbled.
"AHAHAHAHA!" Bellatrix shrieked. He forgot about her. Now, more than ever, he wanted her dead. She killed Sirius. Now she was hurting Claire.
"CRUCIO!" Harry scremed. Bellatrix shrieked. "CRUCIO! CRUCIO CRUCIO CRUCIO!"
She was on the floor, shreiking in pain. "THATS WHAT YOU GET!" Harry roared. "Crucio!"
Claire was on the floor, unconsious. Unknown to Harry, a middle age man quitetly walked up to her and untied her ropes.
"You... will be very useful." He said softly. He pushed back his platinum blond hair back and picked her up. While Harry was torturing Bellatrix, the man left.
"THAT FOR SIRIUS, YOU HAG!" Now, he was kicking her. "Thats-what-you-get-you-evil-stupid-"
Harry was alone, and Bellatrix was knocked out.
Where was Claire?
"CLAIRE!" Harry called.
She was gone.
"Your Highness-" A man said dressed in old English style clothing. "- your daughter, she is missing."
Ayden Beaumont sighed. "Coming here was a mistake."
"She was kidnapped by a death eater." The man continued.
Mr. Beaumont sat down in his nearby throne and buried his face in his hands. "I knew this was a set up..."
"What should i tell the-"
"Stop. Get me a time turner."
"But your highness-"
"Now." Mr. Beaumont growled.
"Yes sir." The man bowed, and ran off.
Coming here was a mistake. The letter was a hoax, my family would have been safer in the Republic... He thought.
The man came running back, holding a little hourglass. 'Here it is, sir."
Mr. Beaumont took it from him. "Thank you, that will be all."
The man bowed and left Mr. Beaumont alone.
He took the time-turned and looped it around his neck.
He would turn it however many times necessary to go back and retrieve the letter. His family would never have left their home. Brian wouldn't become the cocky boy he was now. His daughter Claire would be safe...
His wrist were sore from all the turning, but it was needed...
Instead of Claire meeting Harry, he was with Dumbledore, learning all the things he inherited from his dead godfather.
Instead of Draco hearing about plans to use and kill the American Princess, he was assigned to kill the greatest wizard of all time.
Instead of being insanely jealous of an American, Hermione became obsessed with her best friend.
The events of the month was replaced.
Claire Beaumont was still a beloved Princess in her hometown, having fun surfing and ready for Advanced schooling. Her brother Brian was in his third year of school, because school in America started when a child was seven. He continued to use love potions and spike his sister's coffee. Instead of growing taller, she turned blond.
Harry Potter never met the Princess. The American Prince never attended a British school. Claire never met Oliver Wood, a quidditch player and would-be classmate.
Claire was never kidnapped.
Harry was never anti-social.
Harry fell for Ginny.
Claire fell back in love with Prince Arima of the Japanese Empire. She learned Japanese and was happy.
Brain grew 4 inches.
Everything had fell into place, the way it should have been. The girl and her friend coexsisted perfectly without never knowing each other.
And it seemed like it turned out for the best.
What could have been happened, but didn't Harry didn't have his friend to talk to. Claire didn't have her friend to talk to.
So now at the beginning of the story, there is a boy.
Harry Potter was snoring loudly...
an: oh, its over. the last line of the story is the first line of HBP that focuses on harry.
thank you for the reveiws.crazykawaii(i know where you sleep and the file names oh all your stories. take that! )japanese-jew(yeah, i guess i should have gotten a beta... oh well. thanks for the review)siriusfanatic(why thank you! here it is...)Scared Candybar(:claps: YOU ARE TOTALLY RIGHT. wow. im shocked, u got it, finally, somebody did...or at least said it... yaay for you, u are awesome.)Sequoia(me too)muggle(thanks)IcyCrystal(aw... i've decided to not make a sequel, now that i've read HP6, but thank you for all your reviews, you are totally awesome and mucho cool.)LaBoBuren(hey look.. its over... thank you for all of your review, you are still awesome. p.s i run into doors all the time, read manga, and listen to bands nobody has heard of.)
Ah, its sad this is over, but im happy.