Call Me.

Disclaimer. Harry Potter and associated characters are owned and created by JK Rowling. No profit is being earned from this work of fanfiction.

A.N.

As this is now completed I can let you know what you are getting yourself into. This is a very simple tale of a relationship. It is also rated M. The M is for language mostly. Sex is a constant theme but while often referred to is never described. There are also instances of alcohol consumption, smoking and drugs. The first chapter sets the scene, if that offends you stop reading. If it raise barely a flicker than you'll wonder why I posted this warning.

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Harry looked through his books listlessly. What was the point? What was the point of anything if those he loved died? Why couldn't he save anyone?

He threw the book he had in his hand back down on the bed. He didn't have any homework this year and he really couldn't be bothered to unpack. As it bounced a piece of parchment separated from the pages of the book.

He picked it up for closer examination. Written across it was a telephone number and the 'words call' me and under the 'call me' was a musical note.

The Dursley's had all headed out for the day as a family, so curiosity piqued Harry headed down stairs to the hall telephone. He hesitated, it might be a trap or a trick. He cared neither way. It was something different, something other than staring at a wall and contemplating his failure.

He dialled in the number and listened to the ringtone.

"Hello, can I help you?" asked a voice from the phone.

Harry paused this was obviously an adults tone. How to phrase this? "Hello, I found a note in one of my school books with this number on it. Does one of your," he paused and took a guess. "daughters attend a boarding school in Scotland?"

He heard something that sounded like a snort on the other end of the phone. "I'll go get her."

There was a pause and Harry could hear faint voices before he was spoken too. "Hello Harry, found my note then?"

Harry didn't recognise the girl he was talking to. "Um yes, who is this?"

"How delightful you don't recognise me. Well how badly do you want to find out? Got a pen?" The girl reeled off an address to him. "I'm going out at dinner time, so get some cash and we can go hang out."

With that the girl hung up.

What to do? Harry wondered. He had some galleons in his trunk. That wasn't the issue. He knew there would be an order guard around somewhere. Dumbledore would disapprove. That for Harry was the deciding factor that found him in his invisibility cloak climbing the fence at the bottom of the Dursey's garden. He cut through the garden of that house opposite and out into a different cul-de-sac. He walked for fifteen minutes before he removed his cloak and looking around he stuck out his wand.

With a bang and a clatter the knight bus appeared.

"Alright Nev? Where to then?"

"York." Harry answered handing the note with the address on.

"Rightio then .Gotta couple of stops before that, so you just take a seat."

It seemed to take an age for Stan to call Harry's stop but when he checked his watch it was only fifteen minutes. Then again a bus that turned up anywhere in the country seconds after you stuck out your wand but took its time getting to your destination probably paid as much attention to the laws of time as it did space.

Harry got off in a muggle neighbourhood. The houses weren't quite as big as the Dursley's, there were more semi-detached houses than detached but the overall air was familiar. He checked the note for the house number, and made his way down the path. Before he had a chance to ring the bell the door opening. Behind the door stood a girl.

She was wearing platform ankle high boots, with polished steel buckles. She had black socks that reached to just above her knees. Her tight black miniskirt reached to mid-thigh, leaving a three inch gap between socks and skirt. Her top was a figure hugging red and black tight t-shirt that clung to her curves. Her hair, which reached most of the way down her back, was in shades of red and pink. Harry looked at her face.

"Lisa?"

"Surprise. Not how you're used to seeing me."

"Not really, no."

"Well those dresses we both have to wear are kind of shapeless. Do you want to come in for a coffee before we head out?"

They sat at the kitchen table coffee mugs in hand. "Technically I'm halfblood, but my dad dropped out of that world to get away from the first war. It was McGonagall who turned up with my letter and outed him. She assured him the war was over so it was safe to send me. So this is the real me. A muggle raised girl. Dressed in clothes that would give some of the staff a heart attack. "

"So why the note?"

"How much truth do you want? Polite truth or full unvarnished truth?"

""Last time someone kept the truth from me, the result was that fiasco at the ministry."

"Alright then blunt truth. I fancy you but I'm aware I don't really know you as a person. So I thought I'd get you to call me and I'd get to know you a little better, to find out if the image and reality match. Was that honest enough for you?"

Harry felt his face colour. "I'm not really that interesting."

"That will be for me to decide, although you get a say too, I'm not going to drug you with a love

potion. Think of this as a first date, we'll go out have fun and do stuff real people do, although I promise no Madam Puddifoots tea room. If things are going well we can try some kissing if not, no harm done.

"You heard about Madam Puddifoots?" Harry asked ignoring the kissing option.

"I am in Ravenclaw. We all got to hear about that date. Anyway did you bring some cash?"

"Only galleons." Harry admitted.

"Not a problem, I'll spot you some cash for a bus into town and then we'll get that sorted."

Harry left his cloak at Lisa's house said a brief goodbye to her mum and found himself sharing a seat on the bus into the city centre.

"I've gotta admit I'm surprised. You don't seem this passive normally, but you've come halfway across the country to satisfy your curiosity and now seem quite happy to get dragged around by me. I must admit I was expecting a slightly different reaction after I admitted I fancied you"

"Things in my life are a bit mixed up at the moment. You heard about the Ministry?" Lisa nodded at the question.

"There was stuff that happened there that didn't make the papers. Then more stuff afterwards that only I know. Well I lost my temper with the headmaster. Threw all his books and crap all over his office. In short I'm sick of being the thing everyone expects. So, you fancy me. That's up to you. Last year the papers hated me, before that they loved me. I can't control people opinions, all I can be is be myself. As you say you don't know me. After a day you'll find out I'm not that interesting. As you said no harm done, I needed to get out of the house I was in, the note came at the right time. So what's with the hair? If I remember last time I saw you it was half the length and blond."

"A simple lengthening charm. The colour is just a wash in dye. It was much redder but it's fading to pink. In another week I shall redo it or choose another colour. You should have seen it last week; I did it on the first day back. As you say, people don't know me. In School I'm pretty quiet. I love reading and learning but I come back home for the holidays, the music and bands I like, this look is pretty normal for my friends. In fact I'm reserved compared to some. My mum and dad don't mind too much. I get good results in my exams so they can live with my odd little habits. Come on this is our stop. "

Lisa led Harry into a second hand bric-a-brac shop. The man behind the counter nodded at her.

"Hello again miss, don't tell me you've got more of that strange gold?"

"It's why we're here. How much?"

"Fifteen quid. "

"Come on Harry we'll go somewhere else. " She turned on her heel sending up sparks as she did.

"Alright." The man from the counter called before they had gone too far. "Twenty."

They left the shop with Harry having a £100 in twenties in his pocket.

"The funny thing is," Lisa told him "the Goblins charge less than that the other way round. They don't keep track of the international market. Gold prices are going up at the moment what with the uncertainty with Iraq. If it wouldn't flood the market you could convert all the galleons in your vault into cash. Then turn your cash back into galleons and practically double your money."

Harry's head spun at that idea. "Why did he call it strange gold?"

"Galleons are pure gold, he tested them but couldn't work out why they were so hard. At that purity level, you should be able to bend them. Also when he melted one down he had to go up to the same temperatures as steel, almost 1600 degrees. That close to three times hotter than it should have been. Once he got it melted though it behaves like gold should. It was soft when it was cold and then the next time he melted it was at the proper temperature. Something to do with the goblin magic I would guess." Lisa paused. Then looked back to him. "You asked for blunt honesty earlier. You'd look a lot better in clothes that fitted you. If you want, I can get you better looking clothes for under a tenner and about half an hour of shopping. You up for it?"

Harry looked at Dudley's jeans that were practically wrapped twice around him. "A tenner?"

"If you want better trainers I'll have to double that."

They dropped into Millets for some T-shirts and then an army surplus store for a new shirt. It was while Harry was trying on some jeans at a Salvation Army shop that Lisa stuck her head in through the curtain.

"I was going to ask you your shoe size but bloody hell you need better undies too."

Harry awkward clutched the jeans in front of himself. "Size 7 now get out."

Lisa just stood there watching him. "What's your waist size?"

"Twenty eight now go." Lisa left him to finish getting dressed. By the time, he had paid for the jeans Lisa was waiting outside for him, a bag in hand. "That'll be a tenner for the trainers. Hi-tech, not the best but at least they haven't got duct tape holding them together. The boxers are on me."

One quick visit to a gent's toilets and Harry changed into his new clothes. The black jeans fit snugly as did the green t-shirt. The German army shirt was a bit baggy and he rolled up the sleeves and left the top three buttons undone.

A wolf whistle from behind let him know where Lisa was. "Nice bum Harry. Are you planning to keep those?" She pointed to his old clothes that were now in the carrier bags.

The pair had great fun stuffing them into a litterbin. "Right then, I'm starving. Shopping takes it out of me. You can get me some chips and I'll get some drinks."

They met back up in the park in the shadow of the Minster. Harry moved towards a bench but Lisa led him off to some one of the taller trees. Leaning back against one Harry passed over her tray of chips and gravy.

From her carrier bag she pulled out a four pack of Strongbow. She deftly separated one for herself, opened it and took a long pull, before handing a can to Harry.

"Um, how did you get these?"

"By buying them. Act like you do it all the time and you don't get challenged. Even if I did my passport says I'm eighteen. "

Harry looked quizzically at her. "Magical forgery." Lisa said by way of explanation.

Harry gingerly opened his can and took a cautious drink followed by a longer one. "I like this." He declared.

They spent an hour sitting under the tree eating, drinking and talking of nothing in particular. The bells from the cathedral sounded the hour and Lisa reluctantly got to her feet. They threw the wrappers and the empty cans in the bin.

Lisa turned to Harry suddenly and stood very close to him. "I'm really glad it's today of all days you came Harry. I'm really nervous about this afternoon. I think I may need you to hold my hand."

Harry nodded his agreement. They made their way across the city, Lisa finally led Harry down a small alley way. Pausing half way down she bit her lip nervously. She quickly grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him into a tattoo parlour. Walking briskly up to the desk, she announced herself.

"Hello, Lisa Turpin I have an appointment at one thirty."

The receptionist checked her records, took Lisa's money and checked her I.D. then led her into a back room.

"Hi, I'm Christina. You ready to do this?"

Lisa nodded and sat on the edge of a high bed. The back was propped up so Lisa was able to sit up.

"So it's a half sleeve, left shoulder, ankh design?" Christina checked her notes. Showing the agreed design to Lisa. "Um, have you been drinking?"

"We had a couple of cans of cider at lunch. I'm fully aware of what I'm doing, just a little nervous that's all. I was stone cold sober at the consultation."

Christina smiled at her." Yes, I remember but I have to ask." She glanced over at Harry but addressed the question to Lisa. "Is this your boyfriend?"

"Not yet."

"Well your not yet boyfriend is going to get a show. You'll need to take that shirt off."

Harry stood to leave, "I can wait outside."

"You will do no such bloody thing. You promised to hold my hand remember." With that Lisa peeled off the shirt she was wearing. The black lacy bra offered support but did little for Lisa's modesty.

Harry swallowed nervously as he realised just how much of Lisa he could now see.

"Look at you staring at my tits. Pervert."

"Harry instantly glanced away blushed and started to apologise.

"Sorry Harry, my sense of humour goes missing when I'm scared and I'm shitting myself here. Also I swear a lot more. Sorry. If I minded you looking I wouldn't have taken my shirt off. "

While they were talking the tattooist had sterilised Lisa's arm and now settled her back to apply the stencil.

"Ok Potter talk to me. I need distractions here."

"So what about?" He asked as his mind went blank.

"Anything. You're meant to be a distraction here. If you're not going to talk take off that shirt, give me something to look at." Lisa watched Harry's blush rise up his cheeks. "Does it surprise you Harry? I enjoy looking at your bod as much as you do at mine? Don't deny it, I saw you checking me out in some of those shop windows."

"Yeah it does, I'm just a skinny runt with messy hair. Why would anyone look at me?"

Lisa glanced back at the tattooist who shrugged her shoulders. "Don't look at me dear, boys are generally clueless."

The needle started to buzz away and Lisa caught her breath. She reached out and Harry offered her his hand. After a few moments she was able to talk again.

"While I was watching your reflection checking me out Harry, I was also able to check out how many girls were looking at you and giving me looks of hatred too. None of that was based on the fact you're the star player on your house sports team or anything else, apart from you are a good looking guy. You have the most intense green eyes. How Draco doesn't drop down dead from the looks you give him is beyond me."

Harry and Lisa both turned to the tattooist who had stopped work to snigger. "Excuse me, you know someone called Draco? Did his parents hate him?"

"Everyone else does." muttered Harry.

"Alright then I'm not going to get far talking about how hot you are. What tattoo would you want? Let me guess a lion eating a snake?"

Harry laughed at the image. "No something more low key. I guess I would have either a dog or a stag."

"You could have both, you've got a lot of skin to cover. This is going to be my first. The next one will be on my lower back but as that one will be more noticeable, I want to make sure I get the design exactly right. I'm going to leave space on my right arm for when I have kids. Don't give me that look, not right now but hopefully before I'm thirty. I'll get their names on my arm then. I'm thinking of some designs on my legs or ankles. What do you think Harry? A single strand of ivy winding up from my foot all the way up my leg. Will you came with me to hold my hand then? I'll have to take my skirt off for that one."

Harry felt himself start to colour.

Christina the tattooist spoke then. "That last idea would hurt a lot more than this one does. Ankles and knees are bony and hurt a lot more. Then as you get higher things are more sensitive."

"So Harry, why a dog and a stag?"

Harry paused as he tried to think of a way of explaining it with the tattooist present. "You know how Professor McGonagall likes cats?" Lisa nodded to Harry's question the one asked and the one left unasked. "Well my dad liked Stags and my godfather liked Dogs. I guess I'd have one on each shoulder, but it would have to be the right type of dog."

"Yeah, Lisa agreed I guess you wouldn't want a poodle."

"No Harry." agreed laughing, for the first time able to think of Sirius without starting to well up. "He turned to the tattooist, could I do that? Get some tattoos like that?"

"There is a two week cool down period between booking and getting the tattoo. It cuts down on the number of men waking up in the morning with blazing headaches, lipstick stains and a strange girls name on their arms. The stag will be easy. We only have a couple of designs. Dogs, will take some time for you to find the right one."

She paused then and brought Harry a book of designs. "These are the images, we can work on the size and placement once you've found the one you like. "

Harry and Lisa looked through the book together. Harry found a stag design almost immediately, it was one based on the Monarch of the Glen picture. Finding a dog that reminded him of Sirius was harder but he eventually settled on one.

By the time, he was finished Lisa was done for the day. She booked her second appointment to finish off her ankh and Harry booked himself in for Prongs to be done first.

They left the parlour and after checking the time headed for a phone box.

"Hi mum, have you got tea on yet? You haven't? Excellent. Harry is taking me to Pizza Hut. No I haven't forgot. You have a good night and don't wake me when you come in. See you tomorrow mum. Love you."

Harry listened into to one side of the phone conversation, squeezed into the phone box with Lisa. He already knew they had a second date planned, their tattoo appointments followed on from one to the other. Harry found he was thinking of this as a date and was enjoying himself with this carefree girl. He couldn't think of any other girl he knew who could sit there in just her bra and have an unselfconscious conversation with him. Just before Lisa hung up her mum said something that made her blush crimson.

"Muuuum." She stretched out the word to several syllables. Before slamming down the phone.

"What was that about?" Harry asked laughing.

"Harry, at the start of this date I promised you full truth, if you ask again I will tell you but I'd rather you didn't."

Harry tried to guess how much of this was embarrassment and how much evasion. Deciding he liked her embarrassed he asked again.

"Fine then. " Lisa looked Harry in the eye. "My mum said if I was planning on taking you back to my place after pizza that if they were needed there are condoms in my dad's beside cabinet as she was too young to be a grandmother and it was my job to wash the sheets if we did."

Harry suddenly found the temperature had risen as he was far too hot and his mouth had suddenly stopped working.

"Told you not to ask. I get my blunt humour of my mum in case you wondered. I mean it's not as if we've even kissed yet." In the confined space of the telephone box there was nowhere to move, not that Harry found himself wanting too.

The kiss was sudden and passionate. Harry found his hands in Lisa's hair pulling her close to him. They banged teeth in their inexperience and haste but soon learnt how to avoid doing that. Her hands were on his bum and Harry dropped one of his hands lower sliding it down her back to copy the action.

Just as his hand fell below her waistline there was a knocking on the glass, first gently then more insistent. They looked up to see a frowning policeman shaking his head. They exited the phone box laughing and holding hands.

The handholding continued through their pizza and the taxi ride home. They got to Lisa's house and she let them in. Harry settled down on a sofa while she went to get them drinks.

They cuddled up together on the sofa, drinking cider. "Harry, feel free to say no. " Lisa looked nervous. " my shirt is tight and the tattoo stings every time I move my arm. Do you mind?"

She slowly peeled her shirt off before cuddled up next to him. He didn't even pretend to look away but took in her figure as she revealed it. He marvelled at the feel of her skin on his hand as he moved it up and down her back.

His kisses got more daring, not just on her lips but her neck and onto her shoulders.

Lisa got to her feet and headed out of the living room door. She paused in the doorway. "Well are you just going to sit there?

He followed her up the stairs to her bedroom she got there before him and sat on the end of the bed.

"Time for some equality. Shirt off. "

Nervously he complied, undoing the buttons on his over shirt then peeling of his t-shirt. "Very nice." Lisa's voice dropped as she took in his bare chest. He noticed his hands were shaking and saw the reaction mirrored in Lisa's own. "Since this thing doesn't do anything for modesty it may as well come off too." With that Lisa threw her bra on top of Harry's clothes.

Harry sat next to her on the end of the bed and they continued kissing.

It took some time before her skirt and his trousers joined the pile. Not long after that Harry got to admire Lisa, as she run naked out of the room to get some supplies from her dads beside cabinet.

Their first time was messy, hesitant and over far too quick. Half an hour later with some more understanding of how their own and each other's bodies worked was more satisfying for both of them.

Later Harry was disturbed from sleep were he lay curled round Lisa by a light in the bedroom door. He looked up to see Lisa's mum staring at them, she met his gaze rolled her eyes in resignation and closed the door. The room returned to darkness and Harry returned to sleep.

A.N.

Some thoughts on this particular story. In the late nineties it was very easy for teens to get alcohol. So Lisa buying a 4 pack from an off licence would be quite a common occurrence. As for the sex, I knew 15 year olds (Harry would still be 15 Lisa 16) who did with the knowledge of their parents and I knew parents who practically beat their kids black and blue after catching them.

This will update, my intention is to end up with a summer of 96 tale that will end when they return to Hogwarts. However when it comes to my writing what I intend doesn't always happen.

If you are a fan of non canon pairings may I suggest Ship Tease.