Don't Believe It All

Don't Believe It All

What You Say Can Be Unbelieveable...

July 31/95

Dear Diary,

I just got a call from my cousin today! Yay! She said she's doing great and that she'll be living with me for the next three years. Thank goodness she's a witch. She'll also be going to Hogwarts! Then she'll get to meet Harry and Ron. I wonder what House she'll be in... Ahhh! The suspense is totally killing me! In other news, Harry just owled me about... well... I've decided not to tell. I mean, who knows what will happen if someone reads this? Well, since Krissy's coming tomorrow (yay!) I gotta clean up the extra room. So, until then, Bye!

Yours truly,
'Mione

There. Now all I have to do is clean the guest room. Eh, at least I did my homework... doubt Ron did though. I miss him... I can't wait until Krissy comes!

*******

*In Richmond at the park near Kristabelle's friend's, Gina, house*

"Kris! What's up?"

"Eh, nothing much. Just found out I'm moving to England for the next three years. I mean, hello? That's great news! I love England. My cousin lives there," Kristabelle said.

"You lucky bitch! I want to go back there... Does Daly know?" Gina asked.

"Of course! Like I'm going to England without Daly, Dragojevich, Dinicci, and the other teachers not knowing!" Kristabelle said, rolling her eyes.

"Geez, no need to spaz."

"Oh, shove it, you sound like Hamilton."

"What, that bitch? No way!" Gina said, totally taken aback.

"Well, you do. Oh look, here she comes," Kristabelle said, looking behind her.

"What do you want, Hamilton?"

Dawnrose Hamilton. Kristabelle's 'supposed' friend. Decided to tell Kristabelle that she's not her friend when she needed help on her Socials homework in Grade Eight. They weren't friends since then.

"Nothing."

"Probably wanted to ask for my forgiveness 'cause your friends ditched you! You do realize I can tell everyone why and how you got suspended, you know. And there's nothing you can do about it because I'm leaving for England tonight, so you can't get me suspended. So, unless you want everyone in the Tenth Grade to know, I suggest you fuck off." Kristabelle said.

"Fine bitch. Hope you have fun at England. At least I won't be able to see you for a while. Ha! How long are you gone?" she asked.

"What's it to you?" Kristabelle asked.

"Just wondering. Hope it's until we graduate,"

Kristabelle gave a grin to Hamilton. She didn't like her, right? So why not piss her off?

"Oh, I'll be back in about three years, but I'll be back before the Grad."

"I hate you," Hamilton sneered.

"And I like you too!" Kristabelle said with a laugh. Then she and Gina walked away.

"What's she doing here?" Gina asked.

"Don't ask me. Probably wanted to piss us off. I can't believe I won't see you for three years. It's kinda scary," Kristabelle said.

"Hey, you'll mail me right?"

"I'll owl you."

"That reminds me, does your cousin know about your kinky powers?"

"Hell, yeah she does! She's the smartest witch in school!"

"And her school's called... what?"

"Hogwarts. She says it's a very nice school. Except you can't use electricity there or else it'll go all messed up. Maybe I'll find a spell that I can use so I can use my computer there. Then I can instant message you, if I stay up. But 'til then, I'll just owl you. And make sure you owl me back."

"Don't worry, I will. Damn, your mom's here."

Kristabelle sighed, " Well, see you. I'll owl you everyday, or maybe once a week. I've got my mum, other best friends to owl too."

"Bye!"

"Bye!"

*******
*At Kristabelle's house*

Hmmm, what should I write about? Oh yeah! About me going to England!

July 31/95
Dear Diary,

Yay! I get to go to England for three years and I'm going to the same school as Hermione, my cousin. Her schools called Hogwarts... a school for Witchcraft and Wizardry... I'll have to get myself another owl or two so I can get my letters to everyone. But the owls would be up to a challenge- I mean, I'm gonna be living in England and everyone lives here... but I think they'll pull through. I'm really gonna miss this place. But I'll make new friends at Hogwarts. I mean, I went to St. Pat's without knowing anyone there and now look at me! I'm totally popular!

"Lisandra, time to get ready for bed!" Krstabelle's mom said.

"Ok, in a minute!"

Argh. I hafta get ready for bed. Well, got to go now, bye!

Yours Truly
Kris

Ok what should I wear tomorrow? Oh, I know! My school shirt, kilt, and tie. Plus I have to tell my mum its Kristabelle and not Lisandra. Sheesh!

*******
*The next day*

"Are you ready? You have everything? Ok good," Kristabelle's mum said in a hurry.

"Mum, I'm gonna be fine! 'Mione'll meet me at the airport. Don't worry. I mean, I'm turning fifteen next month. I'll be fine," Kristabelle said, reassuringly.

"Well, ok. See you when you get back." her mom said and kissing her. "Owl me everyday. Or at least when you're able to. And be good."

"Don't worry, I will."

"Ok. Well, here's your ticket," she said, giving Kristabelle her passport and ticket. "And behave."

"Ok, bye mum!" Kris said, getting out of the car and getting her luggage. "I'll mail you as soon as I get there!"

*******

*What you say, is unbelievable
I can't stand to hear it once more
What you do, I don't believe it all
What's worst, you can't even say why.*

Kris sat in the plane, listening to her cd, Detox from Treble Charger.

Hmm, I'm gonna miss the guys. And my teachers for some reason I can't really pinpoint. It took me a while to persuade the guys at the airport to let Domino on. She sighed. Muggles. The *always* suspect anything out of the ordinary. Typical. I really can't believe I'm not gonna see my mum and friends. But my cousin's there and I haven't seen her for, like, ever! Can't wait 'til we land...

*******

Kris waited at a restaurant in the airport where Hermione said she was going to meet her.

Where *is* she? She said she'd meet me at three-o'-clock, it's quarter after!

She got up and decided to look around for her until-

"Kris! Hey, Kris!"

Kris turned around and saw her cousin running towards her.

"'Moine! Hey girl! Uh, where are your mom and dad?"

Hermione smiled. "Well, since I got my driver's license-"

"What! Already?"

"Yeah, kinda. Well, like I was saying before, since I got my driver's license, I drove the car here. Com'mon! We're gonna be late! We're gonna meet Harry and Ron today and I want everything to be perfect. Like you know, getting you ready and all."

"Why can't I wear this?" Kris said, pointing down her school skirt, shirt, and black men's tie.

"Fine, you can wear that, but, just, oh for the love of-"

"Ok, ok. Just stop bickering."

"I'm not bickering."

"Whatever."
********

*At 4 Privet Drive...*

I miss Hermione. And Ron. And well, Hogwarts. But after what happened last year, I don't think I wanna go back. Harry Potter thought. I can't believe it. Cedric died and it's my entire fault. I shouldn't have told him to take the Cup with me. If I took it myself the Cedric would still be al- Jus then, a loud tap from the window snapped Harry out of his thoughts.

Hedwig, Pig! Umm, and two other owls! He ran to the window to let the owls in.

"One from Ron, two from Hermione, one from Sirius, and two from the school," Harry said to himself. " I wonder why Hermione sent two letters. Eh."

He opened Hermione's letters first. The first one said,

Dear Harry,

Hey, how's it going? I miss you. And I have a feeling that you miss me too. I wonder if you can stay over for the rest of the summer. I got permission from Dumbledore. So he said yes. We'll be over to pick you up. I know, I'm so spontaneous. Ron staying, that's for sure. Guess what? My cousin's over! And don't worry, she's a witch. Remember that cousin I mentioned to you guys? Kristabelle? Well, she's coming to Hogwarts for the next 3 years. YES! She's Canadian and totally ghetto, so excuse the slang. I can't believe she's coming over! I'm so happy! Well hope you can come, but if you can't come, see you at school! Bye!

Love,
Hermione

P.S. Happy Birthday!

P.S.S We'll be there around four and four-thirty.

'Hmmm, Hermione's cousin's here. I wonder what she looks like. Probably something like Hermione. But she said something about her being ghetto. Whatever. He went and opened Hermione's second letter.'

Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday to you... hehe, lolz. You're probably guessin' who I am. Well, I'm Hermione's cousin, Kristabelle. Or Kris. Or Krissy. Or Krista. Believe me. Well, I hope to see you soon. I really have to finish this 'cause I'm at the airport and people are starting to stare. Maybe I should've done this later... Eh. Keeping secrets is a bitch. So is everything in this world. Well see'ya!

Yours Truly,
Kris

'Mione's right. She *is* totally ghetto. Cool. Now I won't have to worry about having two Hermiones at school. Wonder if Ron knows? Probably.

********

"Woah, you own a Mustang? You loaded or something?" Kris asked.

"Well, kinda. Are you gonna get in or what?"

"Ok, ok. I'm coming Your Majesty."

"I hate it when you do that."

"Well get used to it. Ooo, you have a cd player! Let me see. Ah, how about, one of my burned cds?"

"Ok."

"Great! Hmm, numero uno-"

"In English please."

"Fine Your Royal Highness."

"Shove it."

"Number one, Jay-Z and Beyonce, Bonnie 'n Clyde."

"Why that song?"

"You don't like this song? You have no taste, girl. Anyways, it's better than Family Reunion from Blink 182..."

"You've got a point there."

"Ok then!"

[Jay] All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend.
[Bey] Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend.
[Jay] All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend.
[Bey] Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend

*******

"Mom, dad, we're home!" Hermone yelled.

"Kristabelle! Let me take a good look at you," Helen Granger said. She surveyed Kris from head to toe.

"My, you've grown to be such a young lady! Kenneth! Kristabelle's here!"

Kenneth ran downstairs and stopped right in front of Hermione and Kris.

"Are you sure she's our niece? 'Cause she looks so different... Oh, whom am I kidding? Of course it is! Come here and give me a hug!"

Kris gave Kenneth a big hug.

"I missed you guys!" Kris said.

"We missed you too," Hermione said, putting her hand on Kris's shoulder. "Oh yeah, I'll show you to your room."

"Great! I'm trashed. First thing I wan-" but Kris didn't get to finish her sentence because Hermione interrupted her.

"Well, I was thinking of going to Diagon Alley to buy a birthday present for Harry."

"You still haven't got him a present? But I thought you said his birthday's today," Kris said when they walked back downstairs and into the den.

"Well, uhh, that's because- Oh, will you look at the time? Ron should be here soon."

"You know, I think all of that studying you did kinda messed you up. How's Ron gettin' here anyways?"

Just then a redheaded boy flew out of the fireplace.

"Guess that answers my question."

"Ron! So glad you can make it. This is Kristabelle, my cousin."

"Hi," Kris said, holding out her hand. "You can just call me Kris. Are your parents coming' too?"

"Nah, kinda persuaded them to not come. So," he turned to Hermione. "When are we going?"

"How 'bout now?"

"Ok, let's go."

"Mum! Dad! We're goin' now!"

*******

'Wonder what Ron wrote... eh. Let's take a boo here.'

Harry,

Hey! How're you doing? I'm doing great. How many times I said this, I don't know, but the Triwizard thing was NOT your fault. You didn't know. Well, I'm going to Hermione's today and she should've owled you to stay also. She got permission from Dumbledore. Well, I have to get ready, so ciya!

Don't let the muggles get you down!

Ron

'Ok, I'm asking Uncle Vernon right now. Just hope he says yes.'

Harry walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where he found Petunia Dursley cooking breakfast, Vernon Dursley reading the newspaper, and his sorry excuse for a cousin, who resembled not a pig, but a baby elephant, Dudley.

Lordy, can Dudley get any fatter? Honestly. Harry thought to himself. The he cleared his throat.

"Umm, Uncle Vernon, can I go to my friend's, Hermione's house for the rest of the holiday? I swear her parents are mu- I mean normal." One more slip like that can cause me...

"Why should I let you?" Vernon spat.

Jeez, thanks for being polite, asshole. "Well, you don't want Sirius to know that I'm not having the time of my life, you know, the murderer?"

Vernon's face turned different shades of pink, red and purple.

Woah, pink, fuschia, magenta, scarlet, crimson, maroon, purple, plum... the oh-so-colorful rainbow goes on and on like the Energizer bunny(A/N. Don't ask)... "So, the answer would be?"

"Fine! But they better use a car! What time are the going to get here?"

"Thank you! And between 4:00 and 4:30," Harry said false-cheerfully (Is that even a word?). Yeah, thanks for nothing. Might as well get ready, and read the rest of my letters.

He ran up to his room and flopped down on his bed. Let's see what Sirius has to say...

Harry,

How're you doing? I heard that you're allowed to go to Hermione's for the rest of the summer. That's great! At least you get to have fun for the next month. I'm lying low at, well, I'm not going to tell you now just incase Hedwig gets intercepted. Well, I have to go now, just have fun, and clear your mind. Do whatever. And keep your eyes open.

Love
Sirius

Well, that was... cheerful. Wonder what the Hogwarts letters say...

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc. Chf Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter...

Blah, blah, blah... Don't need to read that, it says the same thing over and over again... They need to put more in the letters than the usual. Oy... Well, the supplies list let's see...

Set Books-

All students must have a copy of each of the following:

- Standard Book of Spells (Grade 5) by Miranda Goshawk
-Advanced Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
-A History of Magic Revised by Bathilda Bagshot
-One Thousand More Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
-Medical Theory: Herbal Remiedies by Dr. Lisa Martinez
-Medical Theory: A Guide on Brewing Helpful Potions by Dr. Lisa Martinez
-Medical Theory: Countercurses etc. by Dr. Lisa Martinez(A.N. I'm running outta ideas here...)
-Medical Theory: Bites and Stings of the Foulest Creatures; How to treat them by Dr. Lisa Martinez
-Musical Theory: Grades 1-5 by Kathleen Harley

Wow, looks like we'll be studying Magical Medical Theory... and Musical Theory... I dunno how to sing... Great. That'll be so much fun... Bet Malfoy will get a laugh outta that...

Then he opened the other letter from Hogwarts containing a relevant surprise for him.

Dear Mr Potter,

I would like to inform you that you have been chosen to be both a Prefect and Captin for the team. Send an owl to inform me if you want to be a Prefect, Captin or both.

Menerva McGonnagall

Woohoo! I get to be both! Hmm, I might have to think about it though...

*******

"What you say, is unbelievable
I can't stand to hear it once more
What you do, I don't believe it all
What's worst, you can't even say Why."(A.N. In case you haven't noticed, this song, called Don't Believe It All from Treble Charger is kinda the theme to this fic... don't worry, I'll change the song in the sequel... but if you don't like it, boohoo to you. And it you don't know the song, I really hate you: p lolz.) Kris sang in the car while Ron listened to her and thought-

She's cute... Oh my lordy, do I fancy her? No, it can't be... I must admit, Kris's kinda cute...

"Earth to Ron? Hey! Wake up!" Kris said, waving her hand in front of his face, but he didn't seem to notice it. "Holy shit, he can daydream. I'm sorry but I really have to do this..." Then she slapped him across his face. Hard.

"Ow! Fuck, that fucking hurt like fucking shit!" Ron said, massaging his cheek.

"Good, you snapped out of it. We're here," Hermione said, nodding her head at the house. 4 Privet Drive, to be exact.

"Woah, garden freaks," Kris said, looking at the garden." You can ring the doorbell, Hermione."

"Jeez, thanks for being an nice cousin," Hermione said while she rang the doorbell.

"You're welcome," Kris said cheerfully.

*******

*Ding dong*(The witch is dead! Which old witch? The wicked witch! Umm, hehe, lolz. Don't mind me... *starts blushing*)

Great, there here. I'll be so happy once I get out of here.

"BOY! GET YOUR THINGS DOWN HERE! NOW!" his uncle roared.

Jeez, and he could at least be polite! Honestly! "Coming!" He ran downstairs as fast as he could. (A/N: What? He was carrying his trunk... doubt you can run fast with a 5 gazillion tonne trunk...) "Hey guys! What's the news?"

"Nothing. Come on!" Kris said. "You need help with that?"

"No, it's ok. But I'll need help throwing it in the boot."

"Okalie-dokalie." (A/N: Can y'all guess where I got that from?)

Once they got Harry's trunk in the boot (A/N: Or where I come from, 'trunk'), and got in the car, with Vernon staring at the car with uttermost jealousy, Kris introduced herself to Harry.

"The name's Kristabelle Sumigcay(A/N pronounced as Su-mig-kai), but just call me Kris."

"My name's-"

"I know, Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived blah, blah, blah... all that junk. You're in like half the books, ya know."

Harry started blushing. Then a thought struck him. She hasn't even glanced at my scar. Hmm.

"Harry, I know what's going on in your mind... and frankly, I don't really care about the scar. 'Ooo, Harry Potter's famous 'cause of the scar!' I mean, it's not all that glamourous, is it? Well, at least that's my POV..."

"POV?" Ron asked.

"Point of view."

"Ah."

"Wow, I've never heard anyone say that to me..."

"Does it piss you off?"

"That you said that? Not at all! I'm glad someone agrees with me. I mean, I can't stand all of this popularity..."

"Eh, you'll have to get used to it... I did. I'm like totally popular. It took me a while to get used to it too."

"Hey," Hermione interrupted. "Sorry to interrupt, but what do you want to listen to?"

Kris' eyes lit up. " I have the perfect song..." She pulled out her cd case and flipped through it until she found the cd she was looking for.

"Ok, exactly how many burned cd's do you own?" Hermione asked.

"What's a cd?" Ron asked.

"Later, Ron. And the answer is a billion."

"Whatever. So, what song?"

"Batter Up by Nelly... Got to love that song!"

She put the cd in the cd drive and put it on number three. Then she turned to Ron and started explaining to Ron what a cd was.

"So, yeah, that's a cd," Kris finished.

"Oh." Harry laughed at this.

"What's so funny?" Ron asked.

"It's just, you really need to take Muggle studies..."

"Nah. I'll just ask you, Hermione or Kris what this or that is."

"Whatever. Hey, Kris, is it true that Canadians say 'eh' after every sentence?"

"Umm, some do... but I don't."

"Oh, ok."

"Yup. Well, where are we going to first?"

"I dunno. Where do you wanna go to?"

"Where's the mall?"

"Something's never change... oy," Hermione said.

"Oh well, as long as we get something to eat. I'm starving."

"Oh puh-leese Ron, is that all you think about?" Harry said with a laugh.

"No, not really."

"He's got a point there," Hermione said.

"Thank you 'Mione."

"He also thinks about Wizard Chess, comic books, Chocolate Frog cards, and a whole lot of crap I can't think of."

"Damn... Bet you anything he thinks 'bout food the most," Kris said.

"Yup. It's incredible he didn't fail all of his subjects. By the way, do any of you know who's going to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?"

"Nope," Ron and Harry said in unison.

"I, uh, do," Kris said.

"Who is it?" Harry asked.

"I can't tell you. It's a surprise," she said, closing one eyelid and placing a finger on her lips.

"Bet you anything she doesn't know," Ron muttered to Harry. Apparently Kris heard and slapped Ron on the arm very hard.

"Ow! Holy shit!" Ron swore loudly. "You slap so fuckin' hard!"

"Well, boohoo to you then. I do know. I really can't tell you 'cause you won't believe me."

"Try me."

"It's me."

Hermione stepped on the brake so hard that nearly everyone would've shot through the window... if it weren't for the seatbelts.

"HERMIONE!" Kris, Ron and Harry yelled in unison.

"Sorry. Thank God this isn't a busy road."

"Yeah, but it's a neighborhood. You could've hit someone!" Kris said punching Hermione lightly on the shoulder.

"Ok, ok. Remember, I'm still older than you. So don't give me the lecture."

"Yeah, The same birthday as my best friend September nineteenth. Just a few days earlier... like six days to be exact!"

"Well, excuse me!" Hermione said sarcastically and stuck her tongue out at Kris.

"You copied me! I always do that!"

"Too bad!"

"You guys, I mean, girls!" Harry corrected himself when he received glares from Kris and Hermione. "We still have to drop our things off at your place," he said pointing to himself and Ron.

"Yup, so... LET'S GO!!!!"

"Ok, Ron, you don't need to spaz."

*******

Half an hour later, Kris became a bit crazy while drinking root beer and listening to Hundred Million from Treble Charger.

"Everyone complains about you
They don't even know what I've been through
I don't have the pain to doubt you
I just wanna throw you to the crowd

Ask them if you want
I'll tell you what they'll say
A hundred million people voting my way
Loud
Everything is wrong
With everything you say
A hundred million people seeing my way!"

"Does she always go this crazy when she has sugar of any kind?" Harry asked.

"Yup. She's also told me, at school, she goes crazy in to classes. Religion and Science. But she still gets good marks... Wonder how she can study magic and go to a Muggle school and excel in her subjects."

Kris suddenly stopped singing. "My vocal cords are really starting to hurt... And the answer to your question, 'Mione, is I have a lot of spare time. Unlike some people who uses a time turner," she said while Harry and Ron burst out laughing.

"Ok, that was a mistake, I admit it. Hey, since your the DADA teacher, are you gonna be hard on us?" Hermione asked.

"Hmm, I'll look into that."

Both Harry and Ron groaned. "Great," Ron said. "Hey, we're starting two new subjects. Music and Medical. Wonder who'll be teaching those."

"Pomfrey for Medical."

"How do you know that 'Mione?" Harry asked.

"It's a tad obvious..."

"And who'll be teaching Music?"

"Me," Kris said.

"But how will you since you're teaching two subjects?"

"I got it covered... but it's not a time turner."

"Ok. Hey, how come you got the DADA job?" Harry asked.

"Oh, that. Well, to make a long story short, Dumbledore went into an international advertisement and it was everywhere on the Daily Prophet in Canada. It said you must know this and that and I told my mum if she can come here and she turned it down so I came instead.

"But before I did, I owled Dumbledore 'bout it and he Apparated to my place and just tested me to see how well I am. He knew I was fifteen, but he said I was way beyond my years. So, he hired me."

"And the Music thing?" Ron asked.

"I asked and he let me."

"Oh."

"Yeah, I thought it would be fun to teach witched and wizards about the beautiful art of music. I'm a very good teacher you know. You guys already heard me sing, so you know."

"Yeah, but that was punk rock."

"Yeah, and it's my fave type of music. So is R&B and alternatives."

"Damn, you're a total punk."

"No, I'm just a Punk Rocker Skater Girl," Kris said, grinning.

"So... what's it like in Canada?" Harry asked.

"Canada... can't really explain... umm... well, in Vancouver, it's cool... we're famous for our smoked salmon."

"Really? That's sweet," Ron said.

"Yeah, I know," Kris said smiling.

*******

"Oh my Lordy! Diagon Alley's sweet! In Vancouver, our shopping center's called Tapwater Alley... not as cool as this, though..." Kris said.

"You don't say..." Hermione said. "Ok, Where should we go first?"

"How about..." Harry said. "The book shop?"

"Great idea!" Hermione said.

"Typical Hermione..." Ron said.

"Come on, or she'll leave us behind!" Kris said.

"Ok, ok, ok, ok..." Harry said.

*******

"Ok, what books do you need?" asked Kris.

"A lot... how exactly am I gonna pay for all of this?" Ron asked.

"Easy. Here-" Kris said, giving him something that looks like a credit card.

"Uhh, ok... what is it?" Ron asked.

"An early Christmas present. It's a gift card thingy... you can use it here... in fact, you can use it anywhere around the world in any wizard bookstore. You could probably guess who gave that to me," Kris said, looking at Hermione.

"Wow, thanks... are you sure I can use it?" Ron asked.

"Go knock yourself out!"

"Wow, never knew that Ron would use something that someone gives him that kind of has a connection with money..." Harry said.

"Well, it's my charm that does the trick..."

Got that right... Harry thought.

"So, what do you need?"

"Books, books... Oh, and more books! Holy shit..." Harry said, looking down at his list.

Kris laughed. She remembered how hard it was to carry all of those books from high school when she was in Grade Eight.

"You're such a dipshit, you know that?" Kris asked. Harry tried to punch her playfully, but missed.

Ron and Hermione were watching. Ron whispered something in Hermione's ear.

"It looks like they fancy each other, huh?"

"Ron, Kris already has a boyfriend. She's no player..."

"Well, I'm, going to find out for myself," Ron turned around and tapped Kris on the shoulder.

"Kris, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Yeah... but we kinda broke up with each other..."

"Do you fancy someone in mind?"

"Promise not to tell?"

"Promise."

"Harry."

"WHAT!?!?! You guys have only met!"

"That's what you think..."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh nothing..." Ron looked at her suspiciously. "What?"

"Hmmm, nothing..." Ron said. There's something about her I can't really pinpoint... never mind... He thought

If only I could tell you guys... Kris thought. But, not here, not right now. Maybe later. He said when it is his fiftenth birthday, that day will be the day.

"Hey," Hermione said. "We got our books now. Want to go for some ice cream?"

"Sure, why not!"

*******

"Hey Harry, I got something to tell you," Kris said.

"Ok..."

"But we need to go somewhere privet. So no one will over-hear us," Kris said, getting up from the table. Harry did the same.

"Hey, where are you guys going?" Hemione asked.

"We're just going for a small walk down to Quality Qudditch Supplies. We'll be back in like ten minutes," Kris said.

"Oh, ok."

Kris and Harry started walking down Diagon Alley and Kris pulled Harry behind one of the stores.

"So, what did you want to tell me?"

"I know this may sound a bit screwed up, but you're reincarnated from Gryffindor himself. And I was sent here from the past to help you defeat Voldemort."

Harry just stood there with his mouth hanging. "But- you- me- huh?" He stuttered.

"You, true Griffindor(guess where I got that from^^) . Me, at your service," Kris said, getting down on one knee and bowing to Harry.

"So in a way, your my-"

"Guardian, protector, servant, girlfriend... pick a choice, I've got plenty."

"Girlfriend?"

"Long story,"

"Oh. Is it all true?"

"I can prove it."

"How?"

"Like this. Watch." Kris took out a necklace with a key with a star on it.
"Key of the Star,
With Powers burning bright,
Reveal the Staff
And shine your Light!
Release!"

The key grew bigger until it turned into a staff with a golden star in the middle of a pink circle and wings on both sides of it.

"Wow..."

"That's not all. Watch," she took out a long card and threw it up in the air. Then she said an incantation.

"I call upon the power of my Star,
Ancient Forces near and far,
Time Card, discard all your might,
and draw your power from my light!
STAR CARD! Freeze Time!"

Then everything froze except for Harry and Kris.

"Damn..." Harry was totally flabbergasted.

"Surprising, huh?"

"You don't say..."