King of the Street(A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

A Lone King

The rest of the semester passed without incident. Daphne and Harry trained together, with the addition of Seamus. It had taken a month before Daphne noticed any difference in her physique. There wasn't much in terms of muscle mass gain, what muscles she did have had become slightly more toned. Harry, as usual, was at peak performance. Daphne had mentioned that he should tryout for the quidditch team next year. Harry had been thinking about this a lot. He knew that a life of crime was not something one wanted to fall back on. He knew more than one person to die in that life.

Finally, the end of term came, and Harry was sitting in the Slytherin common room thinking about what he would do for the whole summer when he felt ta tap on his shoulder. He quickly grabbed the wrist of the offender, but quickly let go when he realized it was his Head of House.

"Hmm, excellent reflexes Potter," said Professor Snape, rubbing his wrist, "Professor Dumbledore has asked for you."

"I'm sorry Professor and thank you I will head up now," replied Harry with a slight bow.

Snape gave a grunt in affirmation and walked away. Harry stood to leave only to find his path was blocked by one Pansy Parkinson.

"H-hi Harry." said Pansy, blushing.

"Hello, is there something I can do for you?" asked Harry.

"I-I was wondering what your plans for summer were?"

"I'm not sure, as you know I don't exactly have a family to go back to, so I may just wander around England for the summer."

"Oh, well, if that's the case, would you like to spend a day or two at my home?"
Harry didn't immediately answer, he just stared at Pansy. Pansy was beginning to have mixed feelings, she was being swept up by the bright emeralds that were Harry's eyes, but the look he was giving her was almost too intense. It was like he was breaking her down piece by piece.

"Okay, I'll think about it."

Pansy let go of her breath, "Okay, just owl me if you want to come visit."

Harry watched as Pansy retreated back to her dorm room, thinking that he rarely talked to the girl and wondered why she would suddenly want him to visit. Shaking his head of the encounter, Harry continued his path to the headmaster's office. Upon reaching the eagle statue, Harry was surprised to find that the stairway was already open. Professor Dumbledore must've known he was there. When Harry reached the door, he raised his had to knock but stopped when he heard, "Enter."

Looking around the office, Harry was still amazed at all the little knick-knacks that filled the many shelves. Dumbledore wasn't at his desk, but a soft trill brought Harry's attention to a beautiful red and gold bird sitting on a perch.

"Hello Fawkes, how have you been?" asked Harry, petting the phoenix.

"I believe that other than me, Fawkes has never warmed to someone so readily," came the voice of Dumbledore from the landing above where Harry was entertaining the bird.

"Well, I feel truly honored by that," Harry replied, more to the magical beast in front of him.

Dumbledore disappeared down a set of stairs and reappeared behind his desk to which he sat down at.

"Please, won't you join me Mr. Potter?" asked the wizened headmaster, gesturing to the seats opposite him.

Harry sat and looked to Dumbledore stoically. They sat there, watching each other, not giving an inch. Finally, Dumbledore sighed, conceding defeat.

"I'm sure you are curious to why I've asked to speak with you."
Harry simply nodded.

"Well, I just had a few questions, first, how was your first year at Hogwarts?"