The Little Lion: Vol 2 "Order of the Pheonix"

A Hot Night Turned Cold

Chapter One: A Hot Night Turned Cold - 1995

I land at the end of the street before swinging my legs off my broom. I drag it along with me while walking down the muggle street. Of course I chose the hottest day of the summer to go travel and visit Harry. We've owled a lot since the start of break. Harry's had a hard time dealing with the end of the year stuff and being stuck at his terrible aunt and uncle's house.

I throw my long, dark brown curly hair into a messy bun on top of my head to help cool off a little. My shiny white vans pop in the lamp- lit street. The only reason my vans are so clean is because I wash them every week. I'm also wearing black adidas shorts that rest a little above my knees, and a Gryffindor t-shirt.

I look at the house numbers before stopping in front of number 4. Ah... so this is were Harry lives. I crouch down lower, still holding my broom. I make sure my presence goes unnoticed by Harry's aunt and uncle who are in the living room with their windows open and the News blasting. Once I get to the start of their garden, I set my broom down and crawl through the dirt before smiling.

"You were't kidding... you really do lay in the flower beds." I say quietly.

Harry's head is resting under his folded up arms. His ripped jeans, tattered converse and over sized shirt makes him look like he spends all his time in the flower beds. "Only place were I don't get yelled at or glared at."

I settle down with him and look up at the stars. Though the sun is already down, the air is thick and warm, creating a thin layer of sweat on my body. "Sorry I haven't visited sooner, I haven't had a chance to get a way with my parents freaking out about Voldemort and making sure I'm never out of their sight. They don't even know I snuck out tonight. They've been getting a lot of shit too at the ministry with Fudge being an actual git and not believing Voldemort is really back."

"Ron's said the same thing about Mr. Weasley. Fudge as always been an idiot."

I huff and look over at Harry's side profile. "They're calling you a liar in all the major headlines, Harry."

"Yeah, well let them then." Harry grits his teeth. "They'll know sooner or later when Voldemort wants his presence known again."

"Dudder's out for tea?" I hear a deep voice ask through the window.

"At the Polkisses'." A higher and annoying responds. "He's got is many little friends, he's so popular."

Harry snorts while I look at him in disgust. "You have to live with those voices?"

"They really are stupid about how their son actually is." Harry rolls his eyes. "He doesn't go out for tea, him and his gang vandalize parks and smoke on street corners and throw stones at cars. I've seen when I go out walking sometimes."

"That's lovely..."

"Did you hear that Petunia?"

Harry and I freeze. "Um... what do we do?" I say as quietly as I can.

We hear loud thumps across the floor of the house. Harry and I both stand up as fast as we can, but Harry had a rather unfortunate fate once he stood. He was right in the way of the window hitting him square in the face. My jaw drops and I look at him concerned.

"What the DEVIL are you doing, snooping in the garden?!" Vernon spits out... literally... I had to wipe my face a little. "And WHO is THIS girl!? IS this your freaky little GIRLFRIEND?!"

"Uh, no I'm not-"

"I'll call the cops on you!" He waves his fat finger at me.

I look at him bored before whipping out my wand and pointing it at him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." I smirk at his fearful face as he backs away from the window and farther into the house again.