Roswell Fanatics

Title: The Secret Of Liz Parker and The Magical School
Author: Jenn
Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to Roswell or Harry Potter. Roswell belongs to Jason Katims, Melinda Mertz, and UPN. Harry Potter belongs to the talented J. K. Rowlings. I’m just borrowing certain things from both, no infringement intended.
Summary: Nancy Parker has been hiding a VERY big secret for many years and now it’s about to come to into the light. Read on to find out more. This takes place when Liz and the gang are eleven years old.
Rating: TEEN for some language. If I go any higher I’ll post the rating in a note.

AN: I know that I have been gone for like ever and that I've had a bunch of Fics just haning around not finished. I will try to finish them but not just yet. This fic is my priority right now. I just love Harry Potter and my muse has been giving me ideas for this one and not the others so I promise that sometime, hopefully soon I will start working on the other fics but this one is first. My original post is gone due to pruning I'm sure. I've been living in Arizona for a while and couldn't afford to get the interent so my updates were laxed...I am now back home in NJ with my family and am able to get on and update. So I will be reposting all the parts that I've already written. I hope that you enjoy them.


Part 1:

Eleven-year-old Liz Parker and her best friend Maria DeLuca were running around the crowded restaurant that Liz’s parents owned. Liz’s dad Jeff was giving the girls reprimanding looks trying to get them out into the back room but every time he managed to move a few feet someone else stopped him to ask for another refill on their drink.

“Girls! Please either go in the back room or go upstairs. It’s too crowded in here for you,” Jeff told them finally getting fed up with trying to catch them.

“But daddy, it’s too boring in the back room,” Liz whined.

“Lizzie, I’m not going to tell you again,” her father said firmly.

“Fine,” she replied huffily and stormed into the back room dragging Maria behind her.

The swinging door was flapping behind them still since Liz pushed it with a considerable force. She was very angry with her father. He had promised to take her and Maria to the park today but he broke that promise and is working out front. She hated having nothing to do on summer days, and having to sit in the Crashdown while her father worked was not what she’d call fun.

Liz tuned to Maria and was about to say something when she noticed the basement door was open. Liz wondered why it would be open and she walked towards it. Usually the basement was locked and Liz never understood why. Her parents seemed to be hiding something down there and she was curious to know what they were hiding.

“Maria, come on. Look the door’s open and it’s never open. Let’s go check out what’s down there,” Liz whispered to her best friend a look of glee on her young face.

“Liz, I’m not so sure we should be going down there,” Maria replied nervously. “I mean your parents keep it locked for a reason.”

“Yeah I know, but it’s not locked now and I’ve been dying to find out what’s down there for so long. Come on, don’t be a baby,” Liz said knowing that if she called Maria names she’d give in just to prove that she wasn’t.

“I’m not a baby Liz Parker. I just don’t want to get in trouble or even worse locked down there,” Maria said angry.

“Fine then you stay here and I’ll go down by myself,” Liz snapped.

“No, I’ll go with you. I’ve always wondered what was down there too, I’m just scared we’ll get caught and yelled at. You know how scary your mom and dad can be when they yell,” Maria told her mater-of-factly.

“Yeah I know,” Liz replied cautiously taking the first couple of steps down the stairs.

Maria followed suit and together they walked down to the bottom. Liz looked up at the door above them making sure that it was still open and that no one was coming before they walked deeper into the room. Liz’s hip bumped into a table and her hands came into contact with a flashlight. She smiled to herself in the darkness and flipped the switch on it lighting it up. At least now she and Maria would be able to see where they were going.

They walked further and further into the room searching everywhere but to them everything looked normal. There were tools hanging on the wall. Boxes on the floor with labels like books, and kitchen supplies. Liz turned to Maria and raised an eyebrow forgetting that she couldn’t see her.

“I don’t understand why this has been locked if this is all that’s down here,” Liz said disappointed. “I was expecting something huge down here not regular basement stuff. I mean your mom has cooler stuff in your basement then this.”

“Yeah I know, this is a tad disappointing,” Maria agreed. She took another step forward though and gasped at what the flashlight was illuminating. “LIZ! Look at that!”

Liz turned to see what Maria found so interesting and giggled. On the floor was an old trunk with a very big padlock on it. On top of the trunk there was a cage, a very large cage and Liz wondered what kind of bird used to reside in there. There were chains going around the trunk that were held closed by the padlock.

“I wonder what is being kept in there?” Liz asked.

“Something that is very important I bet,” Maria replied. “Or something that whoever it belongs to wants to forget.”

“Forget,” Nancy Parker’s voice said from behind the two curious girls making them gasp and spin around.

“Mom! I’m sorry but the door was open and well I just got curious and don’t be mad at Maria she didn’t want to come down her but I made her,” Liz rambled trying to explain.

“Lizzy sweetie, relax. Breathe. That’s good. Now I’m disappointed that you ignored the rule of never coming into the basement but I can’t be angry because I foolishly left the door open. So you found my secret huh?” Nancy asked.

“Yes and we’re so sorry Mrs. Parker,” Maria said trying hard not to cry.

“It’s ok Maria. I’m not going to yell or get upset. You are young girls who are a mite too curious for your own good but there is nothing wrong with being curious,” she told them.

“What’s in the trunk mom?” Liz asked.

“That’s not important. It’s from a part of my life I’d put behind me and never wanted to be a part of again. I promised myself that. So anyway what do you say we go upstairs and eat some cookies? I jut baked them,” Nancy said changing the subject.

“Cookies! Yummy! Let’s go,” Maria exclaimed running up the stairs.

Liz followed her friend. She placed the flashlight on the table she stumbled over and ran up the stairs. Her mom made the best Chocolate Chip cookies and since they were just finished they’d still be warm and that’s how Liz loved them warm and gooey.

After they placed some cookies on a plate they walked to Liz’s room. Nancy followed them with two glasses of milk and placed them on the floor in front of the girls. Liz got up and put in a CD when her mom walked out of the room. She and Maria talked and ate cookies while listing to the Boys to Men coming from the speakers.

“I think Max Evans has a crush on you,” Maria said to Liz causing her to choke on her milk.

“What? Have you gone crazy? Max Evans crushing on me? Please. Have you looked at me? I’m so not anything worth looking at. I mean I’ve got brown hair, no chest, and I’m skinny. He’s probably into girls like Pam Troy and Vicky Delaney,” Liz said sadly.

“I don’t think so. I always catch him looking at you. I mean every time we’re sitting in the Crashdown and he and his family walk in his eyes automatically search for you and he looks at you all throughout his meal. I’ve even seen him giving Alex death stares when he hugs you,” Maria said.

“Really?” Liz asked.

“Yes really. And I know you think he’s cute. I think you should just go up and talk to him.”

“Yeah right. I’d make a fool out of myself,” Liz said.

“No you wouldn’t. You’d probably startle him so bad he wouldn’t know what…” Maria began stopping only because of a tapping at the window.

Liz’s head turned to see who could possibly be outside her window and gasped as a beautiful brown spotted owl was sitting there pecking at the glass. She slowly made her way to the window and as she reached for it Maria pulled her arm back.

“Liz, you don’t know why it’s out there. I mean aren’t owls supposed to only fly at night? Maybe it has rabies,” she said.

“Maria it’s carrying a note or something and I doubt it’s got rabies,” Liz said pulling her arm back. She opened the window and the owl flew in and landed on her desk chair. It cooed softly as Liz took the letter from its foot. Before she read it she ran into her bathroom and got a small cup of water for the owl to drink from.

She looked at the letter with interest. Written in green ink the address read as follows: Elizabeth Parker, the room with the balcony in the apartment over the Crashdown Café.

“Maria look at this! Whoever sent this knew exactly where I live and what room is mine and everything,” she exclaimed excitedly.

“Liz I don’t like the sound of that. I mean how can anyone know exactly which room is yours. The only people who know that are your parents, Alex, and myself,” Maria said.

“I don’t know, but maybe the letter itself will explain it for me.” Liz said.

She opened the letter and began to read aloud. “Dear Miss Parker. We are pleased to announce your acceptance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of the necessary items you must bring with you. Term begins September 1, send reply by owl post no later then August 1. Sincerely Albus Dumbledore, Order of Merlin First Class, Grand Sorcerer.”

“Who’s Albus Dumbledore? What the heck is Hogwarts? Witchcraft and Wizardry?” Maria asked confused.

“Well according to this letter Hogwarts is the school for Witchcraft and Wizardry but I don’t understand why I got this letter. I’m not a witch,” Liz said. “I think I better show this to my mom.”

Liz walked into the living room and sat down next to her mom while Maria fidgeted nervously by the armchair. Nancy looked at both of the girls wondering what was wrong with them. They both looked very nervous.

“Girls? What’s wrong?” Nancy asked alarmed.

“Mommy, this came for me today. There was an owl outside my window and she was carrying this,” Liz said handing her mom the letter.

“An owl post? Here. OH MY GOD!” she exclaimed. “How did they know where I went?”

“Mommy what are you talking about?” Liz asked getting scared. She couldn’t understand how her mom knew about owl posts.

“This is probably from Hogwarts. I knew it,” she mumbled while she read it. “I should have known Dumbledore would be able to find me. Oh, this is going to be such a hard decision.”

Liz looked at Maria and they both shrugged their shoulders at the silent question that was hanging around them. They both wondered if Liz’s mom and gone crazy.

“I’ve tried to keep Liz in the Muggle world for so long not telling her about her ancestry of witches and wizards. What is Jeff going to say, we left this whole thing behind us when we escaped from the Wizard world. I-I well I have to let her go,” Nancy rationed out in her head.

She turned to her left and realized that Liz and Maria were still in the room. ‘Dumbledore isn’t going to like that a Muggle heard about his school,’ she thought. ‘But then again he always was sympathetic to Muggles so maybe he won’t mind too much.’

“Mom what’s a muggle? And how come I got invited to join this school? If I go here does that mean I won’t be able to go to school with Maria and Alex?” Liz asked.

“Honey I’ve got a lot of explaining to do and I would have preferred if it was only you I told but since Maria is like my own daughter and she’s overheard a lot already I guess she’ll have to hear this as well. Will one of you go and get Jeff please. He needs to be here for this explanation,” Nancy said sounding tired and defeated. “I’ll be right back.”

Nancy ran down the stairs to the basement and opened her trunk. She pulled out a roll of parchment, an inkbottle, and a quill before locking the trunk up again and running back upstairs. Jeff and the girls were already sitting in the living room when she walked in. Jeff looked as if he’d seen a ghost and Nancy could understand his feelings. They had thought they got away from all this magic stuff. Not that they didn’t like Magic but after He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named came into power they decided to leave the Magical world for the Muggle one. They didn’t want their daughter to be hurt in the struggle and on the day they left they picked up a copy of the Daily Prophet and read that the Dark Lord Voldemort killed James and Lilly Potter. From that day on everyone called him He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. The paper also said that their son Harry managed to survive and Voldermort fled. No one knows where He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named is hiding now but everyone in the Magical world is anxiously waiting for his return. No one feels safe and they will not feel safe until he is killed or imprisoned in the Prison of Azkaban.

Nancy opened the bottle of ink and began to write a letter back to Hogwarts. She wrote that Liz would be attending school there in the fall and to expect her on the train at Platform nine and three quarters on September 1. After she finished the letter she went to Liz’s room tied it to the owl’s foot and watched as it flew away. She sat down on the edge of the bed in a daze. Her baby girl was going to Hogwarts to follow in her parent’s footsteps and she knew it was time to rejoin the Magical world.


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AN: I forgot to post this in Part 1 so I'll just say it now. Up until somewhere between Part 4 to Part 6 I believe a lot of stuff was taken from the book Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, or Philospher's Stone if in UK. I needed the senarios for the story. No infringement intended. Thanks.

(Same time in a Suburb of London, England)


Part 2:

The pounding of knuckles on wood woke him up. He had no idea what time it was as there was no light in his cupboard. He hated living with his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, they hated him and he could never figure out why. He was forced to sleep in the cupboard and had to wear his cousin Dudley’s old clothing, which didn’t fit him at all. He was too skinny and Dudley, well he took after his father in the weight area. They were both very BIG people.

“Harry Potter get your behind out of that cupboard this instant! It’s Dudley’s birthday,” Aunt Petunia yelled pounding once more on the cupboard door.

Harry groaned and rolled over. He didn’t want to get up and watch Dudley open his presents. It kept getting more annoying every year and Harry was sick of having to live though it. His aunt and uncle never remembered his birthday but of course they’d never fail to give Dudley anything he wanted.

Harry got dressed in the old oversized clothes and rushed into the kitchen. He didn’t want to hear Aunt Petunia yelling anymore. She pointed to the frying pan on the oven and Harry walked over to it to finish cooking the bacon.

He sat down to eat after handing the pan over to Aunt Petunia and was pleasantly surprised to have a piece of bacon put on his plate. He never got to eat the good food, which is probably why he was still so skinny. He wasn’t really sure what people thought about him as they looked at him. He was a skinny black haired boy who wore round glasses with tape holding them together on the bridge because Dudley liked to knock them off his face. He broke more pairs of glasses then Harry wanted to count and Uncle Vernon got fed up with buying new ones so he had to resort to tape. His emerald green eyes seemed to glow from behind his glasses and the most interesting thing about him, or so he thought was his scar on his forehead above his eye. It was shaped like lightning and his Uncle Vernon told him he got it as a baby in the car crash that killed his parents.

The mail could be heard falling though the mail slot and Uncle Vernon told Dudley to get it. He of course put up a huge stink about having to leave the table to get the mail screaming that Harry should get it so of course Harry was told to just get the mail. He got up from the table and reached for the mail. A strange looking letter fell from the pile landing on the floor. The green lettering captured Harry’s attention.

Harry Potter. Cupboard Under the Stairs of 4 Privet Drive, it said. Harry had never gotten a letter before and he was very excited about this one. He walked back into the kitchen in a dazed state. He handed Uncle Vernon his mail and sat down to open his up. He didn’t get the chance to because Dudley ripped it out of his hands and handed it over to his father.

“Harry got a letter,” Dudley yelled handing the letter over to his father.

“That’s mine give it back!” Harry yelled. He was very angry. Dudley always had to ruin everything for him.

Uncle Vernon ignored both boys and read the letter. “Oh God. This is not acceptable. I will not allow it. We vowed to stop the boy from following such nonsense and he will not go!” he said venomously tearing up the letter.

Harry could feel the tears beginning to form in his eyes but he would never allow the Dursleys to see him cry. He hated them too much to allow them to know they hurt him that deep.

Letters kept showing up at the house and Uncle Vernon got madder with each one. He nailed the mail slot shut and plugged up any hole or crack that a letter could fit through. He wanted to make sure that no letters could enter his house but he forgot about the chimney and one afternoon thousands of letters started falling through it flooding the living room. Harry tried to grab one but Uncle Vernon pulled him out of the room and yelled that they were leaving.

“We are going away! Far away where they cannot find us,” he spat. “Pack!”

That very afternoon they left Privet Drive and headed to destinations unknown. Harry was very depressed. All he wanted to know was what his letters said. He couldn’t understand why his Uncle Vernon wouldn’t let him read them and he was very angry. Uncle Vernon had no right to keep him from his personal belongings, and those letters belonged to HIM.

They ended up in a run down old cabin on an island someplace. Harry wasn’t sure but he didn’t care anymore. All hope of a letter getting to him was now lost and he sat in the corner and sulked. It was late when they arrived so Aunt Petunia made a quick dinner and they all settle down to sleep. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia got the bed, and Dudley took the couch leaving only the floor for Harry.

He shot contemptuous looks at his family members and settled on the floor of the cabin. He checked Dudley’s watch a little while later and realized he had one minute until his birthday. Of course the Dursleys were going to forget about it again, they never remembered. At the stroke of midnight Harry mumbled Happy Birthday to himself and turned over to sleep.

A loud pounding at the door woke everyone up. Aunt Petunia screamed as the door came crashing to the floor and a very tall man came walking through. He placed the door back into place because it was storming outside and sat down on the newly vacated couch. Harry watched as Dudley rushed over to his mom and dad when the giant man walked though the door.

“How are ya Harry?” the giant asked him.

“How do you know my name?” Harry asked the man.

“Well there isn’t a soul in our world who doesn’t know of Harry Potter,” the man replied. “My names Hagrid.”

“Hello Hagrid. What do you mean ‘Your World?” Harry asked.

“Why the Wizard world o’course. You gotta know about the wizard world being James and Lilly’s kid,” Hagrid said.

“Wizard world? What’s that?” Harry asked.

“Well it’s the place where wizards live. Muggles don’t particularly like us folks so we try to stay away as often as possible,” Hagrid said. “Your mum and dad were two of the best Wizards I ever knew.”

“My parents weren’t wizards. They lived here and died in a car crash. Uncle Vernon told me so,” Harry said alarmed.

“YOU NEVER TOLD HIM!” Hagrid yelled. “Here ya go Harry, read that note. It’s from Professor Dumbledore.”

“Dear Mr. Potter. We pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of supplies you will need. Send word back no later then August 1. Term begins on September1. Sincerely Albus Dumbledore Order of Merlin First Class, Grand Sorcerer,” Harry read aloud.

“I’ve come to take you to Hogwarts Harry,” Hagrid said smiling. “Oh and here you go,” he added grabbing something from his coat pocket. “I think it got a little squashed on the way over but it should still taste alright.”

Hagrid handed Harry a very squished box but Harry didn’t mind. He’d never gotten anything on his birthday before so this gesture made him smile. Opening the box Harry saw a cake with pink frosting, which said Happy Birthday Harry on it.

He went to sleep with a smile on his face that night knowing that he’d soon be leaving the offensive company of his Uncle Vernon and family. He was more then happy to be rid of them and was looking forward to going to Hogwarts. He hoped that he’d make some real friends there since he’d never had any.


~*~*~*~*~Back at Hogwarts~*~*~*~*~


“Albus do you think it’s wise to allow both Potter and Parker into the program?” Professor McGonagall asked.

“Yes I do. Voldemort has had it out for anyone with Potter blood in them and since Nancy Parker is James Potter’s brother both Liz and Harry are in danger,” he replied. “With both of them here at Hogwarts we can keep them safe.”

“Understandable Professor Dumbledore but I still think that Nancy and Jeff Parker will refuse to let Liz come here. I would love to see Elizabeth again she only one-years-old the last time I laid eyes on her and I’m sure she’s a stunning young woman now, but Nancy and Jeff left for the Muggle world with the intension of never coming back to the Wizard world,” she said.

“I know but they know that her life is also in danger and there is no place safer then Hogworts,” Dumbledore said.

“I hope you are correct but you are right. Both Harry and Elizabeth will be safer here then anywhere else,” McGonagall said.


~*~*~*~Back in Roswell~*~*~*~

Nancy and Jeff Parker just finished telling their daughter and her best friend the story of the war from the Wizard world. They explained how He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named killed many wizards including Nancy’s brother and his wife. They told how Harry, Nancy’s nephew managed to survive and the day they were leaving decided to head back to get him but they arrived too late. Nancy was Harry’s Godmother and she wanted to keep him safe and away from the wizard world like she was going to do for Liz, but when they arrived at the Potter’s house Hagrid was already taking Harry away. They knew that if Hagrid was taking Harry it was because Dumbledore ordered it and they knew he’d be safe, so they left for the Muggle world.

Liz listened with such intenseness that Nancy wondered why this wasn’t surprising her at all.

“Liz honey, why don’t you seem surprised. Maria you seem pretty calm for that matter too,” Nancy said.

“Well, a couple of times when I got angry or upset strange things happened. I thought I might have done them but wasn’t sure so I never said anything. But this one time when Alex made me really mad I stormed into the back room and a ketchup bottle exploded,” Liz said.

“Really? Well I wonder how we missed the signs?” Jeff mused out loud.

“I was with Liz when that happened so I guess in some way I’ve always known she was different. But knowing she’s got a wizard cousin out there somewhere is really cool!” Maria exclaimed.

“Will I get to meet him?” Liz asked excitedly.

“I have a feeling you will. If I know Dumbledore he knows something is going on and that’s why you have been asked to Hogwarts. It will be the safest place for you since there are all those other wizards and witches there. He wants to keep you both safe so I’m sure that Harry has been invited to Hogwarts, but since Harry is famous he’s been assured a spot there forever. In fact I think you have too, since the day you were born, I just don’t remember,” Jeff explained.

“Really? I’ve been accepted to Hogwarts since I was born? Well then how come I’ve never been invited before?” Liz asked.

“You start Hogwarts at the age of eleven and it takes seven years to get out of the school,” Nancy explained. “That’s why this is the first time you’ve gotten a letter. Now you must understand that no Muggles can know about this school, and Maria only knows because she was here. I guess you could tell Alex too since I’m sure you’ll be sending him owl posts. The owls will know to go to their room windows and only knock when they are alone so no one will see them.”

“Good I was wondering about that and thank you for letting me tell Alex. Can Maria and I go to call Alex now?” Liz asked her parents.

“Yes, invite him over I’m sure he’ll have lots of questions and the three of you can have dinner together. I’ll make a special cake. You’ll have only two more days to play with them and then it’s off to London. We’ve got to get you some robes, a wand, your books, a cauldron, and a pet. That’s what the list says. Now do you want an owl, a cat, or a toad? I’m going to tell you now that toads were out even when I was going to Hogwarts so I’d choose between an owl and a cat,” Jeff said smiling.

Across the Atlantic Ocean in England Hagrid was giving Harry the same exact advise.

“I’ll think about it while I call Alex, but I think I want my own owl. Of course I’ll use different owls to send posts too but with my own special owl I’ll be able to send very personal things. I will only trust MY owl with those letters,” Liz said laughing.

“Ok sweetie go call Alex,” Nancy said laughing at her daughter’s excitement.

Once the girls left the room Nancy turned to her husband. “I’m worried Jeff. I mean Liz being invited to Hogwarts can only mean two things. Either they really want her or danger is brewing,” she said.

“I know Nancy, I know. We’ll be ready for it. I’m going to draw subscribe to the Daily Prophet while in London, and I’ll buy us an owl too,” he replied.

“Yes we do. That way we can keep in touch with both Harry and Liz while not tiring out Liz’s owl. She can use her owl to send Maria and Alex notes and an occasional one to us. We will also have to join the Wizard world again,” Nancy said. “We need to be kept on top of what is going on.”

“I know. I’ll send an owl post once I get to Diagon Alley to pick up Liz’s things,” Jeff said.

There was a knocking on the door halted the Parker’s conversation and two sets of pounding feet came running into the living room. Liz threw open the door and on the other side stood Alex along with his mother and father and Amy DeLuca. Nancy smiled at them all and knew that any questions Alex would have about Liz being a witch would have to be held until further notice.

“Come in everyone. Would you all care to join us for dinner?” Nancy asked.

“We’d love to,” all three parents replied.

“Great. Why don’t you make yourselves comfortable? Liz can you help me in the kitchen for a minute before you go into your room with Alex and Maria?” Nancy asked.

“Sure thing mom. You guys go ahead I’ll catch up,” Liz said smiling. “What’s wrong mom?”

“If you tell Alex tonight you have to make him promise not to ask any questions at dinner. I know he may want some answers from you dad and I but we cannot answer them with all these people here,” she warned her daughter.

“I will mom, but I think Maria and I will be able to answer most of his questions,” Liz assured her.

She left the kitchen shaking her head and then ran down the hall to her room. Her mom called to them a little while later and it was three very excited children who sat down at the table. Nancy took that as a good sign meaning that Alex took the news well. She was grateful because Liz had been friends with them since she was five and to have them not accept this, or to end their friendship because of it would be very sad indeed.

After everyone left for the night Liz had trouble sleeping. She was too excited about being able to go to London to this school. She was very excited that Maria and Alex both thought it was cool that she was a witch and that her parents were wizards. Things were just very strange all of a sudden it was almost as wacky as actual aliens living on the planet. Liz laughed at that thought. Yeah right, real aliens living on Earth. She’s been living in Roswell for too long.


~*~*~*~In the Desert Outside of Roswell~*~*~*~

“Sir, or intelligence has finally been able to reestablish contact with Antar. They said that the King has informed them that Kivar’s father sent his son’s essence to Earth at the same time the Royals children were sent. We do not know where his ship landed or where he is at the moment but we’ll be checking as well as getting more information from the Resistance back home,” the young man with blonde hair and green eyes said.

“Good work Tom. This is great. Well not all of it of course but the part about us being able to contact Antar once again is wonderful news,” the other man said.

“I know General Nedia,” Tom said. “The king still thinks it is too soon to tell his children of their actual heritage and has requested that they remain in their human homes, even after they are told. He says that they need to continue to have a normal human life but they are to begin training when they are fifteen years old.”

“Very well. I do not agree with my King on this but I will not tell them until it is time. Is that all?” Nedia asked.

“Yes sir,” Tom said saluting.

“Good. Go back to the Resistance. Contact me if you hear anything else and I will remain here to guard the children. Nothing can happen to them they are too important,” General Nedia said returning the salute.

Tom got into his car driving in the opposite direction from Roswell. General Nedia watched him until he was out of sight and jumped into his own car heading back to his home in Roswell where he could keep an eye on the Royal children from a safe distance.


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Part 3:

Roswell, New Mexico

Two days wasn’t enough time for Liz. There was so much that she wanted to do before leaving for England. She had to get in an entire four months worth of play with Alex and Maria. The thought of four months without the two of them was horrifying but she kept thinking of the possibility of meeting her long lost cousin Harry. She never knew any of her cousins so this was very exciting to her.

She wouldn’t bring up anything about Lord Voldemort or Harry’s scar because she was sure that those things would bring up painful memories for him.

Liz was standing outside her parent’s café waiting for her father to finish packing the car. Alex and Maria were both beside her and all three of them had tears in their eyes.

“Lizzie this is so exciting, but at the same time so awful,” Maria cried.

“Yeah we aren’t going to be the three musketeer’s anymore. Well not until you come back anyway,” Alex said not even trying to hide the fact that he was crying.

“I’m going to miss you guys so much and believe me when I say that no matter what friends I make they will never compare to either of you,” replied Liz tearfully.

Max Evans, his sister Isabel, and their best friend Michael Guerin chose that particular moment to come walking down the street. Max stopped short a few feet from Liz wondering where she was going. It broke his heart that she was crying and when he noticed how much stuff she had packed he realized that she was going to be gone for a long time.

“Where’s Liz going?” Max wondered aloud earning him a disinterested grunt from Michael.

“Who cares! All you do is moon and pine over Liz Parker. You need to get a life,” Michael said annoyed.

Max ignored him and began walking towards the three kids waiting by the car. Liz watched as Max approached her and she wished more then anything that she could tell him about where she was going. She studied him as he approached her trying to memorize exactly how he looked so she would have something pleasant to think about if things at Hogwarts didn’t go as planned.

His dark brown, almost black hair, his golden eyes, and his half smile were forever imprinted into her mind. His eyes she was sure would always stand out first in her memory. They were so expressive and right now it pained her to see them reflecting such sadness.

Max stopped right in front of Liz despite both Michael and Isabel trying to hold him back. Liz smiled at him shyly and looked down at the ground. Maria, who moved to stand behind Liz to get away from Michael, nudged her friend gently. Liz looked at Maria and saw the smug “I told you so” look on her face.

“Are you going on vacation?” Max asked hopefully.

“Not exactly. I’m actually going to school in England,” Liz said smiling but the sadness was poring out through her voice.

“England?” Max squeaked his head snapping up and his startled eyes meeting Liz’s sad ones. “Why so far away?”

“Well it’s a special school and I was accepted,” Liz explained.

“Will you be coming back home?” he asked hoping for the best.

“Yes. I’ll be home for Christmas break and then the Summer holiday,” she replied. “Although I may not always come home for Christmas, it all depends on what goes on at the school.”

“Oh, well, ok,” said Max the hurt evident in his shaking voice. “Well, have a nice time, I guess. Oh and good luck.”

“Thank you,” Liz said. She wanted to do something to wipe that frown off his face so she inched up to him and gave him a hug.

The move took Max by complete surprise and he just stood there motionless for a few minutes before finally regaining his senses hugging her back.

Pulling back she made sure she kissed his cheek. When she pulled away completely Max’s hand automatically went to his cheek and he smiled a full-blown smile not just his cute little half smile.

Isabel was sputtering, Michael looked livid, and both Maria and Alex were surprised. They had never seen Liz that bold before.

“Lizzie sweetie, it’s time to go,” her mother said softly before turning to Amy DeLuca. “Amy, thank you so much for watching the café for the rest of the day. I’ll be back before close,” Nancy told her.

“Its no problem Nancy trust me. Liz, have a great time in England and don’t forget to write,” she said.

“I will thank you,” replied Liz giving the woman she always though of as a second mom a hug.

Liz turned towards Alex and Maria. She knew that she needed to say good-bye and quickly because of the time schedule they needed to keep but it was proving to be more difficult then she thought it was going to be.

“God you guys, I’m going to miss you so much. I don’t know if I can do this no matter how exciting it may seem,” Liz sobbed.

“I’m going to miss you too Lizzie but its not like we aren’t going to write to one another. You know that this is more important. You will be learning thing most people would only dream of actually learning,” Maria told her tears streaming down her cheeks. The two girls hugged fiercely before stepping away from one another.

Liz whipped her tears away turning to Alex. “Liz you know that you are going to be at the top of your class there is no doubt about that. Besides between all your studying and the new friends you are going to make you won’t have time t miss us,” Alex told her trying to keep himself composed.

“Oh Alex! I could never forget you guys no matter who I meet,” Liz cried launching herself into his arms.

She forgot that Max, Isabel, and Michael were still standing there. Max shot daggers at Alex while Isabel looked ready to pounce on Liz. Neither one noticed Maria watching them intently but Michael did. He smiled a small half smile and a triumphant look crossed Maria’s face.

Liz and Alex pulled away form one another with shaky smiles on their faces. Still sniffling Liz climbed into the back seat of the car and watched Roswell fade from sight.


~*~*~*~In London~*~*~*~

“I got us some rooms here at the Leaky Cauldron,” Hagrid told Harry. “Professor Dumbledore told me to make sure you got to the platform safely and I wasn’t to leave your side until you reached the doorway.”

The two stopped in front of an old abandoned looking building. Harry wondered why they were stopping there but he assumed that Hagrid had a perfectly good reason for doing so and didn’t bother to question.

“Here we are, the Leaky Cauldron,” Hagrid said pointing to the building.

“This place? This is the Leaky Cauldron? You got us rooms here? But-but, it looks like it hasn’t been open for years,” Harry said. “I mean look at all the people walking right past it.”

“That’s because there’s a Muggle guard on the building. You see behind this place is the entrance to Diagon Alley, where all the Wizard shops are as well as Gringotts the Wizard bank. We’ll be stopping there tomorrow to get your money before we pick up all your school supplies,” Hagrid said.

“My money? But Hagrid, I don’t have any money how am I going to pay for all my supplies?” Harry asked.

“Harry my boy don’t you be worryin ‘bout money. Your mum and dad had a small fortune saved up for when you went to school it’s in the back. Did you think they didn’t leave you anything?” Hagrid asked. “Come on lets get some dinner and get some sleep.”


~*~*~*~New Mexico~*~*~*~

Liz and her parents were waiting by gate 15 in the Albuquerque airport. Liz and Jeff still had a half hour before their flight for London took off. This was the first plane ride for Liz that she could remember so she was very excited. She was so excited that she was bouncing around in her seat.

“For goodness sakes Liz stop fidgeting,” her mother scolded.

“I’m sorry I can’t help it. I’m so excited,” Liz exclaimed bouncing into her seat.

Liz managed to remain seated for the rest of the time but her legs were swinging all over the place. She needed to keep a part of her body moving or else she was going to explode.

“Flight 1352 from Albuquerque, New Mexico to London, England is now boarding at Gate 15,” the flight attendant called over the PA system.

Tears filled Nancy’s eyes. She had never expected this day to come so she wasn’t prepared for this at all.

“I know you’ll love Hogwarts sweetie. It’s the best magic school anyone could ever go to. Now, promise me you’ll behave and stay out of trouble. You will probably be a little behind because you were raised like a Muggle but I know Dumbledore has been letting Muggle born witches and wizards into the school for years now so you won’t be alone. Just read the History of Hogwarts and you’ll find out everything you need to know. Behave yourself, and send Owls as often as you can. I love you baby,” Nancy said softly pulling her daughter into a fierce hug.

“I will mom I promise. I’ll make you proud believe me,” Liz said hugging her mom back. She placed a kiss on her mother’s cheek and turned towards the gate entrance.

“Make sure she gets there all right, don’t forget to buy an owl or subscribe to the Daily Prophet, and hurry home,” Nancy said hugging her husband. He placed a gentle kiss on her lips promising to come home quickly.

As Jeff turned towards his daughter Nancy couldn’t stop the tears from falling down her eyes. Her baby girl was going to be so far away and a part of her wanted to keep Liz from going but the sensible part of her brain was telling her that Liz needed to do this. Deep within herself Nancy realized that Danger was coming and it was going to come very close to Liz this time. She felt that the more prepared Liz was the better.

Nancy stayed by the window until the plane backed away from the gate and taxied out of sight before going to her car and heading back to Roswell. Her family hadn’t even been gone for a full twenty minutes and she already missed them terribly. This was going to be a very long year.


Liz kept staring out the window looking to see what she could see but there was nothing but ocean below her. She sighed and settled back into her chair placing the headphones over her ears. They were playing Goonies and Liz loved that movie. She, Maria, and Alex always used to pretend to be Goonies searching for One Eyed Willie’s treasure when they were at the park. They’d run through the woods trying to dodge the Fatellies while looking for the Pirate ship. Thinking of those times mad Liz’s eyes well up with tears once again. She already missed her friends very much.


~*~*~*~London, England~*~*~*~

Harry and Hagrid walked through the common room of the Leaky Cauldron. They sat at the same table for breakfast that they sat at for dinner the night before and waited patiently for someone to take their order. Once they finished eating Hagrid lead Harry out through the back door into a courtyard. He stopped in front of a large wall and taped three times on the fourth brick opening a doorway to the wizard world beyond. Harry’s jaw fell open at what she saw beyond the doorway. There were people walking all around in different colored robes and every single one of them had a pointed hat on his or her head.

Hagrid lead the way to the bank walking past the cauldron shop, the wand shop, the pet shop, and the spell bookshop. Harry looked up to the bank and marveled at its massiveness. He had never seen a building quite like this one and he was amazed by it. It was white with huge columns starting in the front by the doors and continuing all the way around to the back.

Hagrid walked up to the head Goblin and told him his business. “This here is Mr. Harry Potter, and he’s come to take some money out of his account.”

The goblin looked Harry over as if studying him. He smiled and turned to Hagrid saying, “Do you have the key?”

“Key, key, key. I know I have it here someplace,” he said searching though the many pockets in his big overcoat. He placed various items on the goblin’s pedestal causing the little being to get very upset. “Ah! Here it is,” Hagrid exclaimed grabbing his things and shoving them back into his pockets.

The goblin looked at the key and nodded his head. “Proceed to the doors over there and someone will take you down to the vaults.”

“Oh! While I’m here I’ve got to pick up something from Vault 713 for Professor Dumbledore,” Hagrid told the goblin handing him a letter.

The goblin looked over the letter and nodded his head. Hagrid led Harry to the vault doors and they stepped into a car, which resembled a coal-mining car. The goblin in the car started it up and they sped down to the vaults. The first stop was the Potter’s vault and Harry was overcome by the amount of gold in there. He never knew his parents were so wealthy.

“The gold ones are Galleons. Seventeen silver Sickles to a Galleon, and twenty-nine Kunts to a Sickle,” Hagrid explained pointing to each coin so Harry knew which ones were which. “I think you can handle that. It’s pretty easy right?”

“Right,” Harry said grabbing some coins and placing them in his leather money pouch. After Harry gathered his money he and Hagrid climbed back into the car and they sped off to Vault 713. Harry was fascinated by what was in the vault since it was to be kept a secret but when they got there he was very disappointed. The only thing that was in the vault was an old looking package, nothing interesting at all.

The next stop was the Robe shop. Hagrid and Harry exited the bank and headed back down the main road leading to the robe shop. Harry was measured and sized for his new robes. The owner said that they would be ready tomorrow so Hagrid lead Harry to the wand shop.

“You go on inside, I’ve got one more errand to run. After this we’ll get your books, and your pet. On second thought I’ve still got to get you a birthday present,” Hagrid told him.

“Hagrid you don’t have to get me anything, this whole adventure is present enough,” Harry said gesturing to everything around him.

“Nonsense, besides I want to. I’ll go buy your pet while you get your wand. I’ll be back in a few,” Hagrid said walking away leaving Harry to enter the Wand shop by himself.

“Hello?” Harry called walking into the shop.

“Good afternoon Mr. Potter,” Mr. Ollivander said greeting Harry.

The surprise was evident on Harry’s face. He didn’t expect anyone to recognize him that quickly.

“You’re surprised that I know you correct?” the kind elderly man asked. Harry nodded his head and Mr. Ollivander smiled at him. “I know everyone, and I remember all the wands I’ve ever sold. Including your parents wands.”

“Really?” Harry asked awed. “Wow.”

“Yes really. Now let me see, what kind of wand for you?” he mused to himself. “You see the wizard doesn’t pick his wand, the wand picks him or her,” Mr. Ollivander explained.

Just then the bell jingled on the door causing both of them to turn towards it. A young girl with dark long brown hair walked into the shop. Harry felt as if he knew this young girl but he didn’t know any other wizards so he just stared at her.

“Ah, Miss Parker. I’ve been expecting you. Is your father coming in? I haven’t seen him in ages?” Mr. Ollivander asked.

“Um, no he went to go and get some owls. He and my mom need one as do I so I’m going to meet him at the book shop,” Liz replied smiling. She looked up and noticed the young boy standing in front of her. He reminded her of Max except he had startling green eyes not amber. Liz was partial to amber colored eyes, and then a sudden feeling of recognition came over her.

“Well let me see you both need wands so lets look for some,” Mr. Ollivander said smiling at the two. He could tell that neither of them realized that neither one of them was aware that they were related and he didn’t want to tell them. He knew they’d figure it out on their own.

“Ok, Miss Parker let us look for a wand for you,” Mr. Ollivander said taking a wand off the shelf and handing it to her. She picked it up and waited for something.

“What do I do?” Liz asked.

“Just give it a little wave,” he told her.

She waved the wand and nothing happened. “Well, I guess that one is not the one,” he said reaching for another one.

“Try this one,” he said handing her another box. “This wand is maple and its core is made from a Phoenix Feather, it’s 7 ½ inches long.”

Liz picked up the wand and this golden glow swirled about her causing her to gasp. She had never experienced anything like this before. “Ah! This is your wand,” he said. Liz paid for it said good-bye to Mr. Ollivander and the boy and headed out the door.

Mr. Ollivander turned to Harry then and proceeded to do the same thing handing him wands. “Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible.”

Harry picked it up and waved it like he saw that Miss Parker girl do and nothing happened. Mr. Ollivander took it out of Harry’s hand and handed him another one.

“Maple and Phoenix feather, seven inches. Quite whippy. Try--,” Mr. Ollivander said. Harry had hardly raised it when Mr. Olivander snatched it back.

Harry tried about a million different wands, and the store was littered with boxes. Harry felt like he tried every wand in the store but Mr. Ollivander kept finding new ones for him to try, and he continued to try them.

“I wonder—well why not,” Mr. Ollivander mused to himself. “Unusual combination this. Holly and Phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple.”

Harry took the wand and felt a tingling warmth spread through his fingers. He raised the wand above his head and brought it swishing down with a stream of red and gold sparks. He had finally found his wand.

“How curious, very very curious,” Mr. Ollivander kept murmuring to himself.

“What’s curious?” Harry asked him.

“As I’ve told you I remember ever wand I’ve ever sold, every single one. Well it so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather—just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother—why, it’s brother gave you that scar,” Mr. Ollivander explained.

Harry swallowed and tried to get rid of the lump in this throat. Lord Voldemort owned the brother wand of his. He was scared now.

Hagrid saw the fear pass over Harry’s eyes and knocked on the door. Harry turned his head and smiled weakly at him and started to walk towards the door. He remembered that he needed to pay and ran back to the counter. He placed his money down and exited the shop. Hagrid asked Harry what was wrong and he explained about the wand and Hagrid told him that they’d come back tomorrow for the books. They had to pick up the robes anyway so they would just get the books then. He told Harry that he should lie down so they went back to the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry went up to his room to lie on his bed. He needed to contemplate everything that he learned today. The last bit of news was disturbing. Thinking about it brought his eyes to his own wand and he smiled. Despite the fact that He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named owned the brother to his wand he loved his wand and was excited about using it.

He drifted to sleep with thoughts of his upcoming days at Hogwarts, unaware of his cousin staying in the room next to his.

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AN: Thank you to everyone who's left feedback. I'm glad that you're enjoying the fic.

Jenn


Part 4:


The rest of the week flew by for both Harry and Liz. Liz and her father went back to Diagon Ally to pick up her robes and any last minute necessities she might need. Her feelings were a bit mixed about finally starting at Hogwarts. On one hand she was extremely excited because she would be able to explore a side to her heritage that she never knew existed, but then the feeling of not fitting in because she didn’t know anything about the Wizard world kept creeping up. Liz was trying to focus on the good stuff, and then again there was the hope that she’d get to meet her cousin Harry and that was always a big plus. She just hoped that Professor Dumbledore invited Harry to attend Hogwarts too.

Harry was having similar feelings about attending Hogwarts except he didn’t know of the possibility of having a cousin along for the experience. He was afraid that the other kids would make fun of him because he grew up in the Muggle world without any knowledge of the Wizard world. Then there was also the fact that he was the “Famous Harry Potter” he was afraid that everyone was going to treat him differently because of who he was.


The day finally arrived. Liz woke up that morning with excitement coursing through her veins. Today was the day she was going to Hogwarts, today was the day she began a new chapter to her life, her life as a Wizard. She was so excited she didn’t think that she’d be able to eat breakfast but she sure tried. Her father scolded her twice for fidgeting so much at the table. She almost knocked over the milk pitcher twice.

Harry rolled out of bed with a heavy heart. Today would decide the rest of his life. Today he would either be labeled an outcast or accepted into a world he never knew existed. He was hoping that he’d be accepted but he didn’t want to get his hopes up too high because he didn’t want to be let down. But he knew one thing was certain, going to Hogwarts had to be better then living with the Dursley's.

Liz and her father were walking back up the stairs to get her belongings when Hagrid passed them carrying most of Harry’s things. Harry was bringing his owl Hedwig and his robes down with him when he was ready to join Hagrid. He told Hagrid that he needed a few minutes to calm himself down or else he’d most likely throw up anything he tried to eat. Hagrid agreed with Harry but told him not to take too long. Harry joined Hagrid a few minutes later and they shared a casual breakfast together. Hagrid told Harry all about Hogwarts and he made Harry promise that he’d come and visit him at his hut during the year. Harry agreed and they finished their breakfast.

The two of them headed to the Muggle train station.

“I’ve got to leave you here Harry. I’m sorry, but I need to get to Hogwarts straight away. Just go to Platform 9 ¾ and you’ll be able to get the train. I’ll see you in a bit at Hogwarts,” Hagrid said walking away from Harry.

“Good-bye Hagrid. Thank you for everything,” Harry said pushing his hand-truck towards the platforms. He needed to find Platform 9 ¾ but he wasn’t sure where to look. It was such an unusual number but he had faith in himself and he knew that he’d be able to find it.

Stopping by Platform 10 he looked around. There was a Platform 9 and a Platform 10 but no Platform 9 ¾. He wasn’t sure what to do so he stood there for a few minutes trying to figure it out. As he was waiting there a family of redheaded people stopped between Platforms 9 and 10 and looked around. The four boys were holding hand-trucks loaded with trunks like his and he figured they were going to Hogwarts too. He watched closely trying to figure out how to get to the platform.

“Ok, boys one at a time now. Make sure no one is looking and have a great year,” the mother told her boys.

“We will mom. Don’t worry about us,” the oldest of the four said kissing his mother’s cheek and turning towards a wall between Platforms 9 and 10. He ran straight at the wall and disappeared into it. Harry’s eyes bugged out of his head when he saw that happen.

“That was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen,” a female voice to his left said. Harry turned towards the voice and smiled at the brown haired girl standing next to him.

“Yeah I know. I’ve never seen anything like that in my life. I guess we need to do the same thing,” he told her.

“I guess. Come on the last boy is ready to go. We’ll just stand there and wait for him to go and then we’ll go ourselves,” Liz told him.

Neither knew that they had found one another at the moment all they were concerned about was getting through that wall.

They waited behind the youngest of the red haired children and waited for him to say good-bye to his mother. After he did the woman turned towards both Harry and Liz and noticed their scared faces.

“This must be your first year at Hogwarts huh?” she asked them.

They both nodded their heads. “Yes ma’am and uh, how do you, uh, how do you get through the wall?” Harry asked.

“You just have to run right at it. Don’t stop and make sure there are no Muggles who could get into your way. When that happens it’s a dreadful sight,” she told them. “Good luck.”

“Thank you,” Liz replied grabbing her hand-truck. “I guess we should go.”

“Yeah, lets go together. Come on,” Harry said grabbing hold of his hand-truck as well. They both looked around to make sure no one was going to move into their way and they smiled at one another. At the very same moment they started running at the wall without stopping.

A collaborated gasp could be heard coming from both of their mouths. The sight before them was amazing and they turned towards one another and smiled.

“Thank you for running through the wall with me,” Liz said.

“It was my pleasure. So I guess I’ll see you at Hogwarts. I’m going to get my things on board and find a seat,” Harry said.

“Yeah, I’ll see you around,” Liz said watching him walk away. ‘He’s no Maxwell Evans, but he’s a cutie. I wonder who he is?’ she thought to herself.

She walked around trying to figure out what to do next since she had no clue. She wondered how that boy she ran though the wall knew what to do, as she continued to look around. She spotted him talking to a porter looking guy. He nodded his head leaving his hand-truck on the Platform only grabbing his snow owl stepping onto the train. Liz did exactly the same thing. She left her hand-truck, grabbed her owl, and stepped onto the train.

Now all she had to do was find a seat. All the compartments were either filled or being held for someone and she wasn’t in the mood to argue with these people because she didn’t know how things in the Wizard world ran. She grew up with Muggles and therefore didn’t know the educate of this world.

She came to a closed door, once again, and knocked on it. “Come on in!” a cheery voice called out. Liz opened the door and saw the boy she ran through the wall was in there. He was sitting on one couch-looking seat, and the youngest red haired boy they followed though to the Platform was sitting across from him.

“Is there enough room for one more?” she asked the boys. “All the other compartments are filled already.”

“The more the merrier I say!” the red haired boy smiled. “I’m Ron. Ron Weasley.”

“Thank you so much. I’m Elizabeth Parker, but most people call me Liz,” she told the boys sitting next to Harry.

“It’s nice to meet you Liz Parker,” Ron and Harry both said.

Just as Harry was about to introduce himself to the other two people in his compartment the door burst open and there stood a girl with frizzy brown hair and a chubby brown haired boy.

“I’m sorry to barge in like this, b-but I’ve lost my toad. Have you seen him?” the chubby one asked.

“No, I’m sorry we haven’t,” Liz replied politely.

“Oh, all right, I’ll just keep looking,” he said turning from the door.

“Sorry about that but Neville is obsessed with that toad. His grandmother gave it to him and he needs to find it. I’m Hermione,” she said.

“I’m Ron, this is Liz, and he’s…”Ron started pausing at Harry’s name because he hadn’t learned it yet.

“You’re Harry Potter!” Hermione exclaimed.

Liz gasped and Ron chocked on whatever he was eating. Harry smiled shyly wondering how this strange girl knew who he was.

“H-how’d you know who I was?” he asked.

“Everyone knows of Harry Potter, and your scar was showing slightly. I’m sorry I can’t stay and chat right now I’ve got to help poor Neville look for his toad,” Hermione replied.

“You’re really Harry Potter?” Ron asked amazed.

“Yeah I am,” Harry said quietly.

“Can I see your scar?” Ron asked. “You can say no, I ‘d understand, but it’s just, well, I’ve learned all about you from my parents and I can’t believe I’ve met you!”

Harry moved his hair revealing his lightning shaped scar over his eye to both Liz and Ron. He smiled at them and Ron expressed how cool he thought the whole thing was but Liz remained quiet.

‘I can’t believe that I’ve been this close to my cousin for this amount of time and I didn’t even realize it,’ she thought to herself.

“Liz are you all right?” Harry asked.

“Huh? Oh yeah it’s just I can’t believe this!” she exclaimed.

“Can’t believe what?” Harry asked.

“Meeting Harry Potter?” Ron asked at the same time Harry asked his question.

“No, I can’t believe that I just met my cousin, and well that we ran though a wall together and I didn’t even realize that he was right next to me!” Liz squealed.

“You’re cousin?” both Ron and Harry exclaimed.

“Yes. My mother and Harry’s father are siblings. After You-Know-Who attacked the Potter’s my parents fled the Wizard world not wanting me to be exposed to the possible danger, but when I got accepted, or invited actually, to Hogwarts my parents realized that it was time to rejoin the Wizard world,” Liz explained.

“Wait! If you’re my blood relative though my father’s side, how come I was sent to live with my mom’s relatives the Dursley's?” Harry asked. “They were horrible people.”

“I don’t know. My parents told me that they were leaving earlier that day, the day Lord Voldemort attacked your family, and when they heard the news they doubled back to see what happened. Word that you survived reached them and they were more determined then ever to come back for you but when they got to the house you were gone. Professor Dumbledore had whisked you away to I guess the Dursley’s and they figured that he sent you there for a reason,” Liz told him.

“So I have other family other then the Dursley’s? This is great news!” Harry exclaimed.

“Yes, and we’ll have so much fun together!” Liz exclaimed. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you this whole trip. My parents weren’t sure if you’d be attending but they had an inkling that you were going to be here and that gave me hope that I’d get to meet you!”

The rest of the trip was filled with small talk. Ron was interested in the fact that both Harry and Liz grew up in the Muggle world and he wanted to know all that they could tell him about it. He explained how his father worked for the Ministry of Magic and that he worked for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts and that was why he was so interested in Muggle things.

Harry and Liz didn’t mind though they were having fun talking with Ron and all three knew right away that they were going to be great friends. Liz wondered if she and Hermonie would get along because the girl seemed a bit bossy, she reminded Liz of Isabel Evans a little bit except without that whole blond supermodel look.

The train slowed to a stop and Ron, Harry, and Liz stepped out from their compartment to get off the train. They were excited to be getting their first glimpse of Hogwarts. They stepped off the train and stood next to Hermioie and Neville. Neville was still upset because he still couldn’t find his toad, but he was getting better. Liz and Ron introduced themselves to Neville before Hagrid stepped in front of all the students.

“Hello Harry!” he called.

“Hi Hagrid!” Harry smiled. “He picked me up from my aunt and uncle’s. He also bought me Hedwig my owl as a birthday present!” Harry explained to his friends.

“I’m Hagrid, the groundskeeper here at Hogwarts. It’s my job to bring you over to the school. So if you’ll all please get into the boats, four to a boat please and we’ll be off,” Hagrid said.

Harry, Ron, and Liz got into Hagrid’s boat while Hermione and Neville got into the one next to them. Liz looked around and wondered how they were going to ever get anywhere because there were no paddles but after everyone was seated into the boats they started to move across the lake. She was going to have to get used to the Wizard world.


~*~*~Roswell New Mexico~*~*~


“I miss Liz already!” Alex complained for the millionth time. Maria was about ready to clock him in the head if he didn’t shut up about missing Liz. She missed Liz too, but she was also really excited about this whole thing. Her best friend was going to be a Wizard, or Witch, whatever the females of the Wizard world were called.

“I know you do Alex and I miss Lizzie too, but she needed to go to this school. I mean how cool is it going to be for her!” Maria exclaimed.

“I know, and I am excited, but it’s weird not being the three Musketeers anymore, we’re the two musketeers now,” he said sadly.

“I know. It’s going to take a while to get used to but it will be ok. I mean we’ve always got her letters to look forward to,” she told him trying to be upbeat. Alex was the one lately who could put her in a bad mood with all his sourness. She was almost ready to tell him to take a walk, but she couldn’t do that. He just lost one best friend for her to leave too would be a very bad thing.

Just then the bell over the Crashdown door jingled and Mr. Parker walked in followed closely by Max Evans and his crew. They took a seat in a booth and waited for their waitress.

“Hi Mr. Parker! I guess everything went well and Liz is getting settled in?” Maria asked.

“Yes, she should be arriving at her school shortly actually. If my memory is correct the students should all be on their boats now going across the lake to the school,” he told Maria and Alex.

“Did you get everything done that you needed to dear,” Mrs. Parker asked from behind the counter.

“Yes everything is done. I’m going to go and take a hot shower and then sleep. I’m exhausted. I’ll see you kids tomorrow, if I’m not mistaken,” he called laughing as he walked into the back room leading to his home.

Nancy shook her head at her husband. He looked very tired and he also looked like he aged a lot. Having to see Liz grow up had not done wonders for him.


“Did you hear that? Liz should be at school today,” Max whispered to Isabel and Michael. They both shrugged their shoulders signifying that they didn’t care. Neither could understand why Max still wanted to come here. The only reason they used to come was because Liz Parker was always in the restaurant, but she was gone now so both Michael and Isabel wondered why they were going to continue coming here.


“Come on Alex, let’s go back to my house, I need to get my things ready for school. I can’t believe we start tomorrow!” Maria exclaimed.

“Yeah I know. I hope Liz writes to us soon so we know how she likes it over there,” Alex said as they walked out the door.


‘I wish Liz would write a letter to me,’ Max thought. ‘At least that way I’d know she was ok and I wouldn’t have to hope for Maria, Alex, or her parents talk about her so I can overhear and know.’

He stared into space lost in his thoughts about Liz while Michael and Isabel talked about his strange behavior. They knew he had a crush on Liz Parker but this went WAY beyond a crush. They agreed that they needed to snap him out of this before it got completely out of control.


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AN: We are almost getting to the new stuff. LOL. After Part 6 my story starts to stray away from the books. There will be mentions of things in various books, but not much. For the most part after Part 6 I don't even think that there will be much quoting from the books. I will however keep the prophecy from Book 5 in there but that won't come into play for quite some time yet. Ok...here's the next part enjoy!!! Jenn


Part 5:


The boats slid silently over the black lake moving towards Hogwarts. Liz got her first real look at the school she would be spending the next seven years of her life in. She didn’t know what to expect but what she saw definitely wasn’t anything in her imagination, it was much more then that.

“Oh my God! Look at it! It’s amazing!” Liz exclaimed to Ron and Harry.

“I know, I mean Percy, Fred, and George talk about this place all the time, and Charlie and Bill have told me all about it, but seeing this place in person is so much better. I mean none of them did this place justice,” Ron said to his new friends.

“All your brothers have gone here?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, Bill and Charlie have graduated already. Charlie works in Romania with Dragons now, and Bill works for Gringotts doing something, I’m not exactly sure. He’s never home, they send him away a lot,” Ron told Harry.

“Wow, Dragons? That’s so cool. I wondered what Wizards did after they got out of Hogwarts,” Harry said.

“Well, there are a lot of things you could do depending on what you are interested in. You could work for the Ministry of Magic, but there are a lot of other things you can do,” said Ron.

Just as Liz was going to ask what other things the boats stopped at a dock inside a little cave under the cliffs in the North side of Hogwarts. Hagrid got out of the boat and called to the first years.

“Ok everybody out of the boats. This is the entrance we’re usin’ to get into Hogwarts. Mind yur step and follow me,” he said walking up the stone steps.

Harry, Ron, Liz, Hermione, and Neville followed right behind Hagrid with the rest of the students behind them. Liz and Hermonie gasped every once in a while at the sights before them. Harry looked in ever direction he could trying to take everything in but there was just too much.

Hagrid stopped at the foot of a huge staircase where a stern woman stood looking down at them. “I can take it from here Hagrid, thank you,” she said.

“Right Professor. Bye!” Hagrid called. “Enjoy your first year!”

Harry watched as Hagrid walked away and wished he could stay but he knew that he couldn’t. Even though Harry was afraid he knew he would be all right because he had Ron, his new friend, and his cousin Liz who would help him out if need be.

“Hello students. I’m Professor McGonagall, I teach Transconfiguration here at Hogwarts. In a few moments I will lead you into the Great Hall where you will be joining the Beginning of Term feast, but before you do you will each be sorted into your houses,” she explained. “I will be back momentarily to get you, I just have to make sure they are ready for you.”

Once Professor McGonagall left a blonde haired boy walked up to Harry, Ron, and Liz. “Is it true?” he asked.

“Is what true?” Harry retorted.

“There was a buzz on the train to Hogwarts. Is it true that Harry Potter has joined us at last?” the boy asked.

“Uh, yes,” Harry replied.

“Well Potter I’m Malfoy, Draco Malfoy,” Draco said causing Ron to snicker.

“Find my name funny do you?” Malfoy asked. “I don’t need to ask who you are. Red hair, freckles, you’re a Weasley. Here’s a lesson you should learn Potter. There are some Wizarding families that are better off then others, and you’d do well to be friends with the right sort. I can help you there. This is Crabbe and this is Goyle,” Malfoy said pointing to the two big boys standing on either side of him. He held out his hand for Harry to shake and Harry just looked at it. He then looked up to Malfoy and said, “I think I can tell the good sort from the bad myself thank you.”

He turned from Malfoy, which made the other boy mad. Ron whistled at Harry’s bravery. “That was amazing,” Ron said.

“I don’t like that boy one bit,” Liz whispered to her cousin. He nodded his head in understanding. “Neither do I,” Harry replied quietly so only Ron and Liz could hear him.

Professor McGonagall came back before anything else could be said. She saw Malfoy standing at the head of the stairs looking very angry and shooting daggers at Harry with his eyes.

“Is there a problem?” she asked startling Malfoy.

“No Professor,” Malfoy stammered getting back into the group. Harry, Ron, Liz, and Hermione laughed at Malfoy’s sudden fright.

“Trevor!” Neville exclaimed running up the steps grabbing the pesky toad that kept escaping him. Professor McGonagall looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He let out a nervous laugh, “Sorry,” he stammered joining the others back in line.

“They are ready for you now,” Professor McGonagall said leading the way into the great hall.

As they entered the hall all the students let out a collective gasp. The place was huge and there were four tables running long ways up and down the floor and at each table were hundreds of students. Harry grew more and more nervous about this sorting ceremony.

“Uh Ron? What is this sorting ceremony all about?” Harry asked.

“Well, Fred and George say you have to perform a task and they said it’s painful,” Ron gulped.

“Great,” Liz complained. “What if we have to use magic? I don’t know any and Hermonie keeps going on about all the spells she’s learned already from reading the books.”

“I don’t think we’ll have to use magic look,” Harry said pointing to a hat on a chair.

“This is the Sorting Hat,” Professor McGonagall said. “When I call your name you will come up here and sit on the chair. I will place the hat upon your head and the hat will sort you into your houses. The four houses are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.”

Liz looked at Harry and he looked at Ron. The three of them were happy that they wouldn’t have to do magic but they were nervous about being sorted. “Slytherin, I hope I don’t get put there. There wasn’t a wizard who went bad who wasn’t in Slytherin,” Ron told Liz and Harry.

Professor McGonnagall stepped onto the platform standing next to the stool, which held the Sorting Hat. She unrolled a piece of Parchment and while holding it in one hand she picked up the hat in the other.

“Abbott, Hannah!” Professor McGonagall read from the parchment.

The young girl sat on the stool while Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat upon her head. The girl looked nervous but she sat still on the chair and waited for something to happen.

“HUFFLEPUFF!” shouted the hat.

The table containing the other Hufflepuff’s cheered and clapped as their newest member sat down at the table.

“Bones, Susan,” said Professor McGonagall.

The next girl sat on the chair and the hat was placed upon her head. “HUFFLEPUFF!” it shouted again. More cheers erupted from the Hufflepuff table.

“Boot, Terry!”

“RAVENCLAW!”

On and on this went and more and more students were sorted into their houses.

“Brown, Lavender,” called Professor McGonagall.

“GRYFFINDOR!” The Gryffindor table clapped and cheered as their first new member joined them. Harry watched as Ron’s twin brothers catcalled.

“Bulstrode, Millicent” became the first Slytherin and Harry noticed that they looked like an unpleasant lot.

“Granger, Hermione.”

“GRYFFINDOR!”

Ron groaned and watched Hermione walk to the Gryffindor table. “Living in Gryffindor will be a nightmare with her living there,” he complained.

Professor McGonagall kept going through the alphabet and as she got nearer the P’s Harry got more nervous.

“Malfoy, Draco.”

“SLYTHERIN!” the hat yelled before it even touched his head.

Malfoy smirked and swaggered to the Slytherin table.

“Parker, Elizabeth,” Professor McGonagall called.

Liz smiled at her cousin and Ron before walking to the chair. She heard Ron and Harry wish her luck as she walked away from them.

Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on her head. She sat there for a good minute or two before it opened its mouth to yell out her house. “GRYFFINDOR!”

Liz breathed a sigh of relief and as she walked to the table she prayed that Harry and Ron were going to be joining her.

“Potter, Harry,” Professor McGonagall called. The entire hall got so quiet Harry was sure you could hear a pin drop. He expected this to happen once everyone found out he was going to school there but even though he was expecting it, he wasn’t ready for it. He slowly waked up to the stool and sat down. Professor McGonagall placed the hat on his head giving him and encouraging smile.

The last thing he saw before the hat flopped over his eyes were people straining their necks to get a look at him.

“Hmm,” said a voice in his ear. “Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There’s talent, oh my goodness, yes—and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that’s interesting…So where shall I put you?”

Harry held on to the seat of the stool and kept thinking to himself, Not Slythering, anything but Slytherin.

“Not Slytherin, eh?” said the small voice. “Are you sure? You could be great, you know, it’s all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on your way to greatness, no doubt about that—no? Well if you’re sure—better be GRYFFINDOR!”

The hat yelled out the house name for all the hall to hear and a great noise erupted from the Gryffindor table. Liz jumped up clapping happy that her cousin would be joining her in Gryffindor tower. Now all they needed to do was wait for Ron to be sorted. Fred and George Weasley were shouting “We’ve got Potter! We’ve got Potter!”

Ron waited patiently for his turn and realized now more then ever he hated having a name that was at the end of the alphabet.

“Weasley, Ronald,” Professor McGonagall finally called.

Taking a deep breath Ron sat on the stool and waited for the Sorting Hat to be placed upon his head.

“GRYFFINDOR!” the hat yelled.

Hermione, Harry, Neville, and Liz jumped out of their seats as Ron rushed over. All four were clapping and Ron took a seat next to Harry and across from Hermonie.

“Well done Ron!” Percy said clapping his brother on the back.

After all the students had been sorted into their houses Professor Dumbledore stood up. “Welcome students. I’m Professor Dumbledore, for those of you who didn’t know. There are a few rules that need to be set before we enjoy our feast. First off, this is to all first years, the Forbidden Forest is out of bounds to all students and if you are found wandering around there you will be expelled. Second, Mr. Filch the caretaker asked me to inform all of you that the Third Floor Corridor is forbidden as well. Do not venture there unless you want to die a most painful death. All right with that said let’s eat!”

Dumbledore said a few funny words and the tables were laden with food. More food then Harry’s ever seen before and he and his friends wasted no time in digging in. Everyone ate their fill and sat back completely sated wondering what was next.

“Prefects take your first years to the dorm and explain anything that needs explaining. Classes start tomorrow have a wonderful night,” Professor Dumbledore said dismissing everyone.

“All right everyone follow me!” Percy said standing up. It turned out that Percy was the Gryffindor prefect. He led all the first years out of the Great Hall and up the main stairwell.

“Do be careful when you walk up these stairwells the stairs have a tendency to move,” Percy told them. They continued walking until Percy stopped in front of a portrait of a very Fat Lady. In fact that’s what she was called the Fat Lady.

Harry had noticed on the way up to the tower that all the pictures moved and this amazed him. Ron explained on the train when he opened his Chocolate Frog and the Picture of Professor Dumbledore disappeared that it was normal in the Wizard world for the people in the pictures and paintings to move about. He thought it odd that the people in the Muggle world stayed put in their pictures.

“Password,” the Fat Lady said.

“Caput Draconis,” Percy said. The painting moved away from the wall to reveal a hole, which Percy climbed though. The other students followed him into a large room filled with chairs. “This is the Gryffindor common room. You will most likely spend most of you time here with the other Gryffindor’s. Think of everyone in Gryffindor Tower as your family. We do everything together. You all will have classes together and things of that nature. Now, girl’s dormitories are to the right up and down the stairs and boys are on the left. I suggest you all get some rest as you have a very busy day tomorrow.”

Harry, Ron, and Liz hung around in the common room a bit longer after everyone else went to check out their rooms. “I’m going to check and see that all my stuff was brought in. Let’s meet back here in a five minutes so we can say goodnight before going to bed,” Liz suggested.

“That’s fine with me,” Ron said. “Me too,” Harry agreed.

The three of them split up and went in search of their things. Harry found all his things on a bed in the corner of the room full of first years. His bed was near the window and Ron was next to him. They both changed into their nightclothes and headed back to the Common Room.

Liz met them a few minutes later carrying a roll of parchment, a quill, and ink. “I’ve got to write to Maria and Alex telling them all about this. They’ll be so excited!” Liz explained.


Dear Maria,
You will never be able to believe all the things I’ve seen today. I’ve made it to Hogwarts, and I managed to find my cousin Harry! I’m very excited about this. We had to go though a sorting ceremony in which we were put into our houses. I’ll be in this house for all seven years of my school career. Harry, Ron, our new friend, and I were put into Gryffindor! Professor Dumbledore was in this house as well. I’ll have to ask my parents which house they were in. Anyway I just wanted to tell you about this very strange day and also tell you how much I miss you. I love you so much!
Love,
Liz.


Liz finished her letter to Maria and wrote a similar one to Alex before closing up her ink. “I think we should probably go to bed since we’ve got classes tomorrow. Let’s meet here and then go to breakfast before heading to class. I’ll see you in the morning,” she said.

“Bright and early!” Ron exclaimed. “Good night Liz.”

“Good night Ron,” she replied.

Harry walked up to Liz and enveloped her in a hug. “I’m so glad that I have other family then the Dursley’s, and I’m more then glad that I met you! Good night Liz. I’ll see you in the morning,” Harry told her.

“Good night Harry. I’m glad that I met you too,” she said kissing his cheek.

She, Ron, and Harry parted ways with Ron and Harry running up their side of the tower to get to bed and she running up the other. Liz climbed into bed and her last thought before she fell asleep was of Max Evans. Liz decided that she needed to write a PS on both Maria and Alex’s notes asking how Max was doing.


TBC....Feedback??? Please???

AN: This is the last part that follows along with the book. Once part 7 comes up it's all my own story...with a few mentions of things that happen in the later books. Enjoy!


Part 6: (Roswell, NM.)


“Tom did you find anything out about where Kivar’s son landed?” General Nedia asked.

“I’m sorry sir but it seems that the child’s ship somehow vanished from our scopes as it was entering the atmosphere. The best guess our surveillance people have is he landed somewhere in Europe over 50 years ago,” Tom replied wishing he had better news for his General.

“This is not good. So Kivar’s heir has been running around Earth for 50 years and our people have no clue where he could be!” Nedia yelled. “This is an outrage. I have to speak to the king. Arrange something soon and contact me to let me know when.”

“Yes sir,” Tom saluted walking to his car. “I will inform you if we have any other news sir.”

“Yes do,” Nedia said watching the young man drive back in the direction of their secret base. ‘I have to convince the king to allow me to train his children now. They need to be able to harness their powers incase Agron decided to show up to dispose of the Royal children while they are young and weak,’ Nedia thought to himself.

He got into his car and drove back into Roswell contemplating a way to keep a closer watch on the children. He knew the king would die if anything happened to his beloved children. He knew that his king would be greatly saddened by the fact that the three of them were not together in the same household but at least they were together and could see one another on a regular basis.

He pulled into his driveway and turned off the engine. There had to be a way to increase security for the royals without anyone noticing anything. Then again he wasn’t sure how, if the king granted permission, he would train the kids without anyone getting suspicious. Maybe he could have his people draw up records claming that he is Michael’s blood uncle or something and he could get custody of Michael, and that would give Max and Isabel an excuse to come to the house and he could train them then. This could work, he’d have to make sure to ask the king all about it.


~*~*~*~Hogwarts~*~*~*~


Liz woke up early the next morning and waited for Ron and Harry to join her in the common room. They were five minutes late but she didn’t mind it gave her time to fix her letters to Maria and Alex. The three of them walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Hermione was already there reading a book, but none of them expected anything different from her. She was a regular bookworm and Liz knew that she’d have to work extra hard to compete for top spot with Hermione.

“We need to stop at the Owlery before we go to class. I want to send Tawny with Maria and Alex’s letters. They will be expecting one from me and I don’t want to keep them waiting,” Liz said sitting next to Hermione.

“Hermione? What are you reading? I mean classes haven’t even started!” Ron exclaimed.

“I know that but I don’t want to be behind. I mean my family is Muggle, no witches or wizards in it, I’m the first. I’m so far behind,” she explained.

“Well Harry lived with Muggles, and my parents raised me as a Muggle, I don’t know anything about this world so we’re in the same boat,” Liz said.

“Yeah, I didn’t know I was a wizard until Hagrid came and told me on my birthday,” Harry replied.

“When was your birthday?” Liz asked.

“July 31,” Harry answered picking up a sausage and eating it.

“We missed it! That’s not good. You know what? I say we have an honorary birthday party for Harry, this weekend. Just the bunch of us. I’ll have to wait on sending Tawny out with Alex and Maria’s letters for a few days because I’ll need to send her to get a present,” Liz said musing over the possibility.

“That’s a great idea!” Ron exclaimed. “I mean my birthday lands while we are here in school so we will be able to spend it together, but Harry, your birthday passed and we didn’t even know it.”

“I like this idea. I’ll have to send my owl out to get you a present too, but this party will be fun!” Hermione said joining the conversation.

“Uh, guys, you really don’t have to do this for me,” Harry blushed. “I mean I’m not worth all that trouble.”

“Harry Potter! I will not hear of such things! You are worth it and I bet you stupid aunt and uncle never got you anything. Trust me if my parents knew where they lived they would have mailed you a present every year,” Liz told her cousin.

“All right, all right. I see that there is nothing I can do to stop you all. But all I ask is that you don’t make a huge deal out of it,” Harry pleaded.

“We won’t. It’ll only be Liz, Hermione, Neville, and myself. Well, if Fred and George get a whiff of it they will surly want to come, they love parties,” Ron said. “But that’s it I swear.”

“Fine, and do not, I repeat do not go over board with the gifts,” he said smiling slightly.

“Come on, we’ve got to hurry before we’re late for class,” Hermione exclaimed.

“Oh shoot! I didn’t realize what time it was,” Liz cried jumping up from the table taking one last sip of her pumpkin juice.

The four friends ran to class not wanting to be late for Transfiguration. They knew that McGonagall would be extremely upset with them if they arrived late for her class. They made it to class moments before it was about to start. Out of breath and panting they took their seats. Ron and Harry sat together at one long desk and Hermione and Liz sat at a different desk to the right of Harry and Ron.

“That was close. We almost didn’t make it,” Ron panted trying to catch his breath.

“Yeah, I know. I wish we paid better attention to the time because it feels like my heart is about to explode from my chest,” Liz complained clutching her hand to her chest.

Professor McGonagall walked in moments later and began talking about Transfiguration. Liz was pleased to know that in this class she would be learning to change objects into other objects. Their first task was going to be turning a match into a pin and both she and Hermonie were excited about this.

After class was over the four went back to the Gryffindor Common Room to relax until Potions class. Harry wasn’t looking forward to this class because Professor Snape was the teacher. Harry had a feeling that Professor Snape didn’t really like him all that much and he wasn’t sure why. All he knew was that he had to keep a close watch on Snape, his scar burning while the man looked at him was enough proof of that.

Potions was as bad as Harry thought it was going to be. Snape kept picking on him and making him fell inferior because he didn’t know the things he was being asked. Well how was he supposed to know about that stuff? He grew up in the Muggle world and only got his books a few days ago! He didn’t have time to read them all yet so he could know everything. What made him feel even worse was that both Liz and Hermione knew the answers to a lot of Snape’s questions and they both lived in the Muggle world with no wizard influence.

“Thank God this day is over!” Ron exclaimed as they walked into the great hall for dinner.

“Yeah, potions was a nightmare. You all see now what I mean about Snape not liking me?” Harry asked.

“He was a bit hard on you but I’ve heard he’s hard on everyone who’s not in Slytherin. He only likes the kids in his house and no one else,” Hermione said trying to cheer Harry up.

“Look on the bright side, we have flying lessons tomorrow!” Liz exclaimed. She had been looking forward to flying lessons since she found out she’d be learning how to fly a broom.

“True, but I’m a little nervous,” Ron said.

“Why?” Liz asked.

“Me too,” Hermione told them. “You can’t learn how to do this by reading even though I’ve read everything I could on it. You have to actually do it in order to get better at it.”

“I’m actually excited,” Harry confessed smiling. “I mean we’re going to learn how to fly brooms! This is so strange and at the same time exciting to me.”

“I know me too. I can’t wait until we can get our own brooms because I want to get the best one there is out there,” Liz said.

They finished their dinner and headed back up to their common room either anxious or excited about the next day’s lessons. Herbology and Flying lessons were before lunch, and then another torturous Potions lesson.

The four friends went to bed early that night anticipating the next days flying lesson. Harry didn’t think about the other potions lesson any more because he was too excited about the possibility of learning how to fly.


~*~*~Roswell, NM~*~*~


Maria walked into her class and sat down next to Alex. He looked miserable, and Maria was starting to get tired of his mopping about. That was all he ever did anymore. She was starting to get the feeling that her friendship wasn’t enough for Alex, that he only had fun when Liz was around.

“Alex, a girl could start getting self conscious the way you constantly mope,” Maria said hurt.

“I know I’m sorry Maria. I don’t mean to and I don’t want you to think that I don’t have fun with you but it’s just, I thought we’d have heard from Liz by now,” he replied sadly.

“Alex, she’s been gone for only a few days and besides she just started school yesterday. I’m sure she didn’t really have anything to write until she got to school. We’ll get our letters soon. Now cheer up and stop making me feel like I’m a bad friend!” she exclaimed.

“All right I’m sorry,” he laughed. “I’ll stop mopping as of this moment.”

“Good. Now we have to pay attention because I heard that this teacher is really hard and I want to get a good grade. I’ve always been a bit flaky and I want to start taking school seriously because I want to show Liz how well I’ve done and make her proud,” Maria said smiling turning around in her seat.

Max sat down across from Maria. He took a deep breath and decided that it was now or never.

“Psst, Maria!” he whispered.

Maria looked to her left and noticed Max Evans talking to her. She was a bit confused because she knew that he liked Liz but for the life of her she couldn’t figure out why he’d be talking to her.

“Yeah,” she whispered back curious as to what Max wanted.

“Have you heard from Liz?” he asked.

“No not yet, but I’m hoping to hear from her soon,” Maria replied.

“Oh all right. I was just wondering how she was doing. Look, when you write her back can you tell her I say hi and that I hope she’s doing all right?” Max asked.

“Yeah sure no problem,” Maria told him smiling. “Now turn around and pay attention Mr. Evans. I don’t want to be blamed for your lousy marks,” she laughed.

Max smiled at her and turned his attention to the front of the room. He didn’t know what his sister and Michael were so worried about, he knew deep down that Liz, Maria, and Alex were different, that they could be trusted but he didn’t dare tell them anything because he knew it was wrong to break the sacred vow the three of them made. For now he would just settle for being on speaking terms with them.


~*~*~HOGWARTS~*~*~


“Yes. Herbology is finished! Thank Goodness! I never thought it was going to end. Now off to flying lessons and I can’t wait. Madam Hooch is the organizer of Quidditch here as well as the flying professor. I can’t wait to see an actual Quidditch match,” Liz exclaimed. “I’ve read about it in Quidditch Through The Ages and it sounds absolutely wonderful!”

“Liz, I think you read as much as Hermione does!” Ron yelled laughing.

“Oh shut up Ron. You’d do well to read once in a while,” Hermione bit out.

“Will the two of you stop it. You’re giving me a headache,” Harry complained walking through the opening in the stone wall.

Everyone was surprised at all the brooms on the ground and Harry groaned as he realized that they had flying lessons with Slytherin. He walked into the pitch and waited for Madam Hooch to begin the lesson. Liz was standing on his right and Ron was on his left. Hermione was standing next to Liz looking very nervous, almost as nervous as Neville.

“All right class, walk up to a broomstick and hold your hand over it,” Madam Hooch said.

Harry and the others walked up to a broomstick and did as she asked. Liz and Harry were so excited you could see it on their faces. Malfoy looked calm and collected as if he’d flown so many times in his life.

“Now say up, really forcefully,” Madam Hooch instructed.

“UP!” Harry and Liz said. Their brooms flew up right into their hands. “Woah,” they both said smiling at the other.

“This is so cool!” Liz exclaimed quietly to Harry.

“I know,” he replied.

The two of them looked over to their friends and noticed that they were having a hard time with this. Everyone was, even Malfoy, which made Harry extremely happy. But the happiness didn’t last for too long because a few moments later Malfoy’s broom came shooting up into his hands. Malfoy looked around in his superior sort of way and frowned as he noticed Harry and Liz both holding onto their brooms, and he realized that from the looks of things they had managed to grab onto their brooms before he did.

Ron’s broom shot up smacking him in the nose and Harry had to suppress the urge to laugh but a small snort managed to escape.

“Oh shut up Harry,” Ron replied rubbing his nose.

After the rest of the class managed to get their brooms off the ground Madam Hooch continued the lesson. She told them to place their one leg over the broom handle and to grip tightly as no one wanted to slide off the back of their broom.

“All right. Now, on my whistle you will kick off the ground hard, hover in the air for a few moments and then lean forward and come back down to the ground,” she instructed. “One, two…”

Before she could get to three and blow the whistle Neville somehow managed to get his broom off the ground.

“Neville!” Hermione yelled. “Come back down!”

“I-I can’t. I don’t remember how to!” he yelled back frightened.

“Mr. Longbottom! Come back down here this instant,” Madam Hooch exclaimed, but it was to no avail. Neville kept rising up higher and higher before the broom started to fly all over the school. He came swooping back down towards everyone and all the students had to jump out of the way or get bowled over.

Neville let go of the broom falling about twenty feet to the ground and everyone heard a sickening crunch when he hit. Madam Hooch rushed over to him to find out what he’d broken.

“Looks like you’ve broken your wrist. Come on, up you go. Class I’m taking Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. I do not want to see any brooms in the air and if I do you will be expelled faster then you can say the word Quidditch,” she said walking away with Neville.

As soon as Madam Hooch was out of sight Malfoy swaggered up to Harry and his friends throwing Neville’s rememberall in the air.

“Stupid fat lump. He should have given this thing a squeeze to remember to fall on his fat ass,” Draco drawled.

“Give that here Malfoy!” Harry yelled.

“No Potter, I don’t think so. I think I’m going to put this someplace for Longbottom to find. Like maybe up on that tower roof over there,” Malfoy said hopping onto his broom and taking off.

Harry mounted his broom and got ready to take off after Malfoy.

“Harry no!” Hermione exclaimed. “You heard Madam Hooch, you’ll be expelled.”

“Hermione let him go!” Liz yelled. “Go get him Harry and knock him off his broom.”

Harry took off after Malfoy and stopped right along side him. “Hand it over Malfoy or I’ll knock you off your broom!” Harry said angrily.

“You want it? Go and get it,” Malfoy said throwing the rememberall across the pitch.

Harry took off after the ball gaining speed as he went. He had never felt so free or at home in his life. He was soaring through the air and enjoying every minute of it. The rememberall started falling towards the ground and Harry leaned forward giving chase. He knew he had to catch it before it smashed on the ground.

Professor McGonagall was taking a walk at that exact moment. She watched as Harry chased the rememberall diving to catch it before it hit the ground. He came mere inches from crashing his broom before catching the ball and pulling up. He soared back into the air and headed to his class.

Harry landed his broom waving the rememberall in the air smiling. He did it, he managed to not only fly but catch the rememberall as well. Malfoy didn’t look happy but Harry didn’t care. Ron, Hermonie, and Liz came rushing over to him screaming and laughing.

“Harry Potter, you could have gotten yourself killed!” Hermione exclaimed.

“Way to go Harry! You should have seen Malfoy’s face when you caught that thing, he was so angry!” Ron yelled slapping Harry on the back.

“Mr. Potter,” Professor McGonagall called. “Follow me this instant.”

Liz gulped and watched as Harry followed McGonagall. She knew her cousin was in for it but maybe if she spoke to Professor Dumbledore or even Professor McGonagall herself and told what Malfoy deliberately did.

Harry followed Professor McGonagall through the hallways of Hogwarts. He had no idea where they were going but he was happy to see that so far they weren’t headed for her office. She stopped outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and poked her head inside.

“Professor Quirrell? May I borrow Wood for a moment?” she asked.

“Y-yes o-of course P-Professor,” Quirrell stammered.

Oliver Wood got up from his desk and headed out into the hallway wondering what was going on. He looked at Professor McGonagall and then noticed Harry standing behind her.

“Oliver Wood, this is Harry Potter. Wood, I think I’ve found you a seeker!” she exclaimed.

“What! Really!” Wood said excitedly.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Um, excuse me?” Harry said confused. “What’s a seeker?”

“A seeker is a member of the Quidditch team, and Wood here is the Gryffindor captain,” McGonagall explained.

“Oh, I see,” Harry replied. “So I’m not getting expelled?”

“No Harry you are not. You should, I mean you could have gotten killed, but I have never seen anyone fly the way you do and it would be a shame to put all that talent to waste,” McGonagall said smiling.

Harry was beyond relieved. “Go back to class with you Wood. You can explain all the rules to Harry later on.” Harry watched as Oliver went back to class and Professor McGonagall told Harry to get back to the Common Room after returning the broom to flying class.

Harry rushed off towards the pitch where flying lessons were held and put the broom back quickly. He couldn’t wait to get up to the tower and inform Ron, Liz, and Hermonie about what just happened.


TBC....Feedback?? Please??

AN: I apologize for the HUGE gap in Posting. To say my life has been hetic lately is an understatement. However I'm here and ready to post. In fact I should be able to get some parts up sooner then I thought as I've written up to Part 11. I totally forgot! LOL. So I hope you all enjoy this.

Oh yeah...and in not wanting to continue stealing ideas and stuff from J.K. Rowling, this next part takes place when everyone is fifteen. I wanted to start going in my own direction and I had to bring the Hogwarts Crew and the Pod Squad together. So here it is. Enjoy!!!



Part 7: Four Years Later

Harry looked around the crowded restaurant in wonder. He had never seen so many Muggles together before, with the exception of London when Hagrid took him to get his school supplies five years ago. Most of the muggles looked to be about his age, and they all were laughing and having a good time. He scanned the restaurant for any sign of Liz, but so far he didn’t see her.

“Hi! Welcome to the Crashdown. I’m Maria, follow me and we’ll get you seated,” Maria said smiling at the handsome stranger.

Harry smiled back. He wondered if this was the Maria who was best friends with Liz. “Um, actually I was looking for Liz Parker,” Harry said.

Maria’s eyes bugged out of her head when Harry spoke causing Harry to smile wider. “Are you from her school?” she asked excitedly.

“Yes I am. Could you tell me where I might find her?” he asked.

“She should be coming in any second, her shift is about to start,” Maria said. “Would you like to sit and eat while you wait?”

“Um, I’ll just wait here if you don’t mind,” Harry said trying to smooth down his wild black hair. He was trying to keep his lightening bolt scar hidden because he didn’t want to have to explain it to the muggles.

Max overheard this new guy asking about Liz and shot daggers at him. What did he want with Liz Parker, he wondered. Isabel looked at the new guy with interest. She hadn’t seen anyone that good looking for a long time. All the guys in Roswell were just getting to be so boring they needed some excitement.

“He’s handsome,” Isabel commented causing Max to glare at her. “What?”

“He is looking for Liz,” Max bit out. “Why?”

“How the hell am I supposed to know, I can’t read minds,” Isabel snapped.

Liz came walking out of the back room adjusting her apron. She grabbed an order pad and began to make her way to her first table. This was the only part of her summer holiday that she didn’t really enjoy, working for her father. This was the second summer that her father managed to rope her into waitressing for him. The only thing that made it bearable was the fact that Maria worked with her as well.

She looked up to see where Maria was when she noticed her standing next to a boy. Liz tried to get a better look at the dark haired stranger wondering if it was Max. Every summer since Liz started at Hogwarts she hoped to see Maxwell Evans, and every summer she was let down. Max, his sister Isabel, and their friend Michael always went away during the summer so she never got to see him.

Maria shifted her weight to her other foot revealing the boy’s face. The moment Liz saw the unruly hair and black round spectacles she knew exactly who it was.

“HARRY!” Liz yelled running forward.

“LIZ!” he exclaimed catching her as she launched herself into his arms.

Max, Isabel, and Michael watched the two embracing from their table a few feet away from them; each with a different thought running thorough his or her mind. Michael hoped that this would help Max get out of his Liz induced fog. Seeing her in another man’s arms might help him forget about her. Isabel was both angry and happy. She was angry because not only did she find the new stranger handsome, but to her it seemed like Liz didn’t give a thought to Max, especially after that kiss all those years ago. And yet, she was happy because she prayed this would get Max to snap out of his obsession with Liz Parker. Max looked on with jealously burning in his eyes. He wanted to pummel the guy in front of him with his arms around Liz.

“Wow! That was some greeting,” Maria said breaking the two apart.

“Yeah, well I wasn’t expecting Harry to get here until next week when Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, and George were coming,” Liz said smiling. “Come on Harry we need to get you settled.”

Harry laughed at Liz’s exuberance and started to follow her towards the back room.

“Elizabeth Parker!” a male voice yelled from the front door causing Liz, Harry, and Maria to stop right in front of the table where Max, Michael, and Isabel were sitting.

“Alexander Whitman!” Liz yelled back. “Come over here there is someone I want you to meet.”

Alex walked over to his two best friends giving each one a hug and a kiss in greeting. Max glared at Alex when he kissed Liz.

“Alex, this is my cousin Harry Potter, from England. Harry, this is Alex, one of my best friends,” Liz said introducing them.

“Hey man! I’ve heard lots about you. Liz talks about you all the time,” Alex said shaking Harry’s hand.

“Hi. Liz talks about both you and Maria all the time too. I feel like I already know you,” Harry smiled pushing his glasses back up his nose and once again flattening his hair.

“Come on Harry! Mom and dad will be so excited to see you. Oh, one question. Why did you come early?” Liz asked. “Not that I don’t want you here early, I’m just curious.”

“I didn’t want to spend any more time with the Dursley’s. Dudley was more horrible then ever!” Harry said. “So I traded in some money and bought a plane ticket.”

“Well, one of these days I hope I get to meet Dudley Dursley because I will put him into his place,” Liz swore. “At any rate, I’m glad you came early because this will give us plenty of time to hang out without the others!”

Maria watched as Liz led Harry up the stairs. She knew that Liz would be back so she didn’t mind coving her tables. She was excited to finally meet the mysterious cousin that Liz was constantly talking about.

“So that is the notorious Harry Potter,” Alex said snapping Maria out of her thoughts.

“Apparently so. He is a cutie though. I imagine he’s got a lot of girls running around after him at school,” Maria said smiling.

She turned to Liz’s first table to take the order and noticed that Max, Isabel, and Michael were seated there. She almost dropped her order pad in shock but managed to compose herself. Michael was scowling as usual, although it looked darker then his normal scowl. Isabel looked annoyed and bored, and Max, well he had a dazed expression on his face. Maria swallowed her groan and walked up to the table.

“Hi, welcome to the Crashdown. Can I take your order?” she said flatly.

“Yeah can we get…” Isabel began.

Liz came running up behind Maria interrupting Isabel. “Thanks Ria, sorry about that. I can cover my tables now,” she said pulling out her order pad.

Max looked like he was about to retch and all present noticed it. “Max? Are you all right man?” Alex asked causing Liz to gasp in surprise.

Max looked up at her slowly and took in her surprised appearance. “Max? Max Evans?” she asked.

He nodded his head not trusting his voice. “Oh My God! I’ve like tried to find you every summer since I started school!” she exclaimed. “You were never anywhere to be found though.”

“Yeah, we, ah, we always went away in the summer. We aren’t this year though,” he said quietly, looking away from Liz.

“Cool! We should all like go to a movie or something. It would be fun, of course it would have to be after my other friends from school got here,” she muttered. “Anyway, what can I get for you?”

“As I was saying,” Isabel sneered, “can I have a Will Smith burger and Saturn rings?”

“Sure, anything to drink with that?” Liz asked smiling.

“Cherry Coke,” Isabel replied coldly.

Max glared at his sister warningly. “Um, I’ll just have an order of Saturn Rings and a Cherry Coke please,” he said. He didn’t think that he could eat too much because his stomach was all in knots.

“Anything for you?” Liz asked Michael.

“Will Smith burger with fries and a piece of Men In Blackberry pie. Oh, and a blood of an alien smoothie. Also we need more Tabasco Sauce,” Michael said rudely.

“Right away. Sorry about the delay in ordering I hope you didn’t have to wait too long. My cousin just flew in from England and well; I was a little excited to see him. Ok. I’ll just go put your order in and come right back with your drinks,” Liz said smiling. Nothing could ruin her day today. Harry showed up early and Max Evans was staying in Roswell this summer. Life was good.

Liz was practically floating over the next week. She and Harry spent as much time together as they possibly could. It was nearing the hour that the others would be arriving. Liz had the next two days off because Ron, Hermione, Ginny, George, and Fred were due to arrive that night at about eleven. She and Harry were sitting at the counter waiting for their lunch and for Maria to get off from work.

“He’s staring at you again,” Maria whispered to Liz nodding toward Max.

“Oh please Maria! I think you’ve gone batty. Max Evans is not staring at me,” Liz hissed blushing furiously.

Harry looked behind him pretending to check out who was around and saw Max indeed looking right at Liz. He couldn’t quite make out the expression on Max’s face but he could tell that Max was very taken with his cousin.

“Maria’s right Liz. That guy is looking at you,” Harry told her.

Liz glanced back toward where Max was sitting and caught his eye for a split second before he looked away. She couldn’t understand why he was looking at her because out of everyone sitting in the restaurant right now, she was the plainest looking.

Trying not to think about it she turned back around to eat her lunch. Her stomach was now in knots and she wasn’t sure she would be able to eat her burger or not. Harry had no such problem, he dug right into his food, and the way he attacked his food you’d think he’d never eaten before.

“Harry? How do you stay so skinny?” Maria asked him as she watched him devour his food. “You like eat enough for three boys!”

Harry laughed, “Yeah I know but you’ve never lived with my Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon,” he said. “They never let me eat anything good. Dudley always got the good food and I always got whatever was left. But, things have gotten much worse since Dudley’s school made him go on a diet.”

“Oh that’s horrible,” Maria exclaimed. “No wonder you are eating so much.”

“Yeah, the only time I get to eat what I like is when I’m at school. We always have the best food there,” Harry said.

“So do you have anything planned for when the others arrive?” Alex asked sitting next to Liz giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“No, nothing definite,” Liz sighed returning his kiss. “This is Ron, Fred, George, and Ginny’s first time in the “muggle” world so I want to show them as much as I can. I was planning on doing some fun things, especially after everything that’s happened over the past year,” Liz said. “Besides Mr. Weasley owl-ed my parents saying he wanted to know as much as he could about our world, so I know that Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny will have to give their dad a full report. So, the more stuff we see the better. I was going to ask my mom and dad if we could drive to California to go to Disney or something.”

“Oh wow! I hope they say yes!” Maria squealed. “Oh, and I hope that your dad gives me off too.”

“I’d make sure that he did,” Liz assured her friend. “But I want to wait for them to sort of settle in first.”

Alex ordered some food while they waited for Maria. “What time is their plane landing?” he asked.

“Eleven tonight,” Harry said stuffing another french-fry into his mouth.

“Oh cool,” Alex said putting ketchup onto the burger Maria placed in front of him.

As soon as Maria got off her shift she changed and the four of them went for a walk about town. Harry loved seeing all the alien themed stuff; he thought it was cool and bombarded Liz, Maria, and Alex with questions. He figured that Hermione would probably read millions of books on Roswell before coming but he, of course, preferred asking questions.

They stopped for some ice cream before walking to the park. Harry and Alex started swinging on the swings and to Harry this was almost as freeing as flying his Firebolt. He loved having the wind whipping through his hair; it always made him feel free. He wished that he could take out his Firebolt and fly around for a while. He’d have to ask Liz if there was anywhere safe enough to do that. He wanted to practice the Wronski Feint a bit because he was planning on using it during the next Quidditch season, especially against Draco Malfoy. If he got lucky Malfoy would not be able to pull out of the dive fast enough and crash into the ground.

It was beginning to get dark when he, Alex, Liz, and Maria headed back to the Crashdown. Harry and Liz said good-bye to Maria and Alex, who promised not to stop by until the late afternoon the next day, and headed through the restaurant to the apartment.

Liz opened the door and the smells of dinner wafted towards she and Harry. She smiled, as the Mexican food smells washed over her senses.

“What is that amazing smell?” Harry asked.

“Tacos!” Liz exclaimed. “This is one of my favorite things to eat, and when I come home my mom always makes them for me. I love tacos and my mom always makes them SO good!”

“Tacos? I’ve never had tacos before,” he said, his face scrunching up.

“Hey! Don’t make that face until you’ve tried them,” she told him.

They walked into the kitchen and saw Nancy stirring the ground beef in the skillet. “Hi Aunt Nancy!” Harry called walking through the door.

“Hey you too. Did you have fun today?” Nancy asked.

“Yeah we did,” Liz smiled. “Do you need any help?”

“Thank you. Could you and Harry set the table please?” she asked the two of them.

“Sure thing Aunt Nancy,” Harry said walking toward the cabinets. He pulled out four plates while Liz got some glasses. They both grabbed the forks and some spoons for the sour cream, the meat, and the tomatoes.

“Do you need the lettuce and the tomatoes cut?” Liz asked her mother.

“No thanks sweetie. Dinner is just about done so why don’t you and Harry go wash up for supper,” Nancy told them.

Liz and Harry walked down the hall toward the bathroom to wash their hands before dinner. Jeff was walking out of the bedroom with the cordless phone against his ear. He smiled at the two of them while continuing down the hall to the kitchen.

Nancy pulled her wand out of her pocket and pointed it at the refrigerator and it opened up. The head of lettuce and two tomatoes floated out of the fridge landing on the counter next to her. She then pointed her wand at the cabinet and two bowls came down landing next to the vegetables. She pointed her wand again at the lettuce and the tomatoes shredding and dicing them up. The cut pieces landed in the bowls and Nancy magic-ed them over to the table. She turned off the skillet and dished the beef into another bowl.

Liz and Harry walked into the kitchen grabbing some stuff to bring in the dining room. Liz grabbed the cheese and the sour cream while Harry grabbed some drinks.

“Harry dear, will you grab the pitcher in the fridge. I got us something special to drink tonight,” Nancy asked.

“Ok Aunt Nancy,” Harry replied putting the sodas back into the fridge and grabbing the pitcher instead.

The family sat down to dinner and they all grabbed a taco shell. Harry looked at the corn shell with wonder reflecting in his eyes. He wasn’t quite sure what to do with the shell so he watched Liz to see what she did.

Liz put some cheese on the bottom of the taco shell and spooned some beef into it. She always did it this way because she liked for the cheese to melt. Next she added some Tabasco sauce and then the sour cream. Lastly she added the lettuce and tomatoes.

Harry copied Liz’s actions and took a bite of his taco. His eyes watered and his tongue felt like it was on fire. He didn’t realize that the tacos would be spicy. He coughed and fanned at his mouth. Nancy poured him some of the orange looking juice and handed him the cup.

He took a liberal swig of the juice trying to cool his mouth off. “PUMPKIN JUICE!” he exclaimed. “Just like at Hogwarts!”

“Harry, I’m so sorry! I forgot to tell you that Tabasco is hot sauce,” Liz said. “I feel so bad now.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Harry coughed. “I wasn’t ready for it that’s all. It’s not too bad.”

They continued their dinner and Liz and Harry cleaned everything up once everyone was finished. Liz washed the dishes while Harry dried them. After they were done they went into the living room to watch some TV. They had a long while before they had to pick up Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, and George.

“Hey Harry,” Liz said.

“Yeah,” he replied.

“How do you feel about Ginny?” she asked him.

He looked up at her startled. “Huh?”

“I’m just curious. She is completely smitten with you and I was just wondering how you felt about her,” Liz explained not at all worried about Harry knowing that Ginny liked him.

“I don’t know. I like her ok, she’s really nice,” he said hesitantly. “I know that she really likes me though, I mean she always blushes whenever she talks to me.”

Liz didn’t say anything for a while trying to figure out how to ask her next question. “Does Ron like Hermione? It sure seemed that way at the Yule Ball.”

“I personally think that Ron’s into Hermione, but he will never admit it. I actually think that Ron liked Hermione ever since the first time he saw her on the train, or first year at Hogwarts,” he said.

“Yeah I got that too. Well Hermione is totally into Ron. She has liked him ever since our first year too. For a while I thought she might have liked you, but she was all for Ron. Don’t tell anyone I told you, or I swear I’ll curse you when we get back to school,” Liz told him.

Harry smiled and promised not to tell anyone. He didn’t want Liz on his bad side especially now that Lord Voldemort has regained his power again. Harry shuddered as the events of that night went though his mind. It was the second worst day of his life, although he really couldn’t remember the day his parents were killed, that was his worst day ever. Yet, the day Lord Voldemort once again rose back from, well almost the dead, was not a happy day for anyone especially Harry and Liz.
“Come on you too,” Jeff said walking into the room. “It’s time to drive to the airport.”

They went outside stopping in front of the car. Jeff looked around making sure that no one was lurking around to see what he was about to do. He pulled out his wand and enlarged the trunk and the back seat so that they would be able to fit everyone and everything into the car.

Harry and Liz climbed into the back seat while Jeff and Nancy got into the front. Jeff started the car and they headed to the airport.

To Liz and Harry the car ride seemed to take forever. They never thought that they’d ever get to the airport. Jeff parked the car and they all climbed out heading toward the gate.

Liz couldn’t wait to see Hermione and Ginny again. She missed their girl talks and she couldn’t wait for Maria to meet them. Harry just wanted to see Ron; they had some Quidditch strategies to discuss.

Harry was the new Gryffindor Quidditch captain and for the past year Ron has been the Gryffindor Keeper. Ron has taken the position of the former Gryffindor Quidditch captain, Oliver Wood. Harry was excited about this because it meant that they could spend lots of time together. Liz and Ginny are two of the three Chasers as well. Harry was very impressed that Liz could manage to stay tied at the top of the class with Hermione and still be an excellent Quidditch player.

It wasn’t that he was a bad student as he was ranked third in the class, which was well above Draco Malfoy. All Harry wanted in life was to stay ahead of Malfoy and his class rank was a good start. Malfoy was ranked about 11 or 12, while he was ranked 3rd. He didn’t mind not being top in the class because he was in the top five and out of everyone in his year he was happy that Hermione and Liz were both sharing the top spot. Ron surprised everyone with his rank of five. He had begun to take his work more seriously the past couple of years and managed to pull himself out of the depths of the class rank right up to number five, of course Liz and Hermione had helped him a bit.

They all waited outside Gate 57 for the plane to arrive. The plane from London had just handed moments ago, so now they just had to wait for it to taxi to through the runway to the gate. Harry and Liz sat by the windows so that they could try to see when the plane pulled in.

It seemed like hours not the mere thirty minutes for the plane to arrive at the gate. Harry had never wanted to see anyone as badly as he wanted to see Ron at this particular moment. It had been becoming increasingly harder for Harry to go back to his life at Privet Drive after each wonderful year at Hogwarts, and this year was no exception. He hated leaving his friends, the only people who showed him any kind of love and compassion.

Ron had always stuck by Harry, with the exception of that one time after Harry’s name came out of the Goblet of Fire in their forth year, but that was only because Ron was jealous. The two had gotten over their differences and everything was copasetic now.

It wasn’t that Harry and Alex didn’t get along because they did, but Alex just wasn’t Ron. Ron knew Harry better then most people and he didn’t hold things against him, well at least not for long anyway. Not that Alex held things against Harry, but he was sure that if Alex found out that Cedric Diggory had died because Lord Voldemort wanted him dead, Harry knew that Alex would never talk to him again.

Harry shuddered again thinking about that night. There were only a few people who knew exactly what happened that night, Dumbledor, McGonagall, Sirius, and Snape. He had told Hermione, Ron, and Liz some of what happened but they didn’t know all the details. He just didn’t want to have to relive the horrible ordeal again.

A loud voice broke through Harry’s thoughts. “I never thought that machine would bloody land,” Ron’s irritated voice said from within the tunnel.

“Oh will you stop complaining Ron! You slept for most of the blasted flight anyway,” Hermione said.

Liz and Harry looked at one another smiling. This was definitely going to be an interesting summer.

The group of teenagers stepped out of the tunnel looking around for either Harry or Liz. They didn’t know what Liz’s parents looked like so they looked for their friends.

“Liz! Harry!” Ginny squealed causing Fred and George to wince at the volume of her voice.

“Jeez Ginny! Turn it down a notch will ya?” Fred complained.

“Sorry. I’m just so excited to see them,” Ginny told her brothers.

“We know why you’re excited to see Harry,” George teased causing both Ginny and Harry to blush from embarrassment.

“Shut up George and leave Ginny alone,” Hermione warned.

Fred and George had been teasing Ginny about her crush on Harry for the past four years and Hermione hated it. So what if Ginny liked Harry, he was a perfect match for her.

The group made their way over to where Liz, Harry, and Liz’s parents were standing. Liz, Hermione, and Ginny embraced talking a mile a minute about going shopping before the trip was up.

Ginny looked slightly put out by the idea of spending money as she and her brother’s were on a strict budget. Liz saw Ginny’s look and tried to ease her mind.

“Hey! We missed your birthday didn’t we?” Liz asked.

“Yeah, I think so. It was a couple of weeks ago,” Ginny said. “But you sent me cards.”

“That’s right, but not presents. Well then, we will have to take you shopping so you can pick out presents!” Hermione exclaimed catching on causing Ginny to smile.

Liz turned to her parents. Harry, Ron, Fred, and George were catching up on life and Fred and George’s enterprise. Weasley’s Weezies. The company of joke toys and treats Fred and George were starting. Harry had given them some money two years ago as an investment, so that the two of them could get started.

“Mom, dad, let me introduce everyone,” Liz said drawing everyone’s attention. “This is Hermione, and all the red haired children are the Weasleys. There’s Ginny, Ron, Fred, and George. Guys my parents, Nancy and Jeff.”

“It’s really good of you to let us all come and stay here, Mr. & Mrs. Parker,” Hermione said.

“Yeah, our mum and dad were actually excited. This is the first time in forever that they will have the Burrow to themselves,” George said.

“What’s Percy doing this summer?” Harry asked.

“Who knows,” Ron murmured. “Knowing Percy, he’ll be living at the Ministry. He’s still all, “I’ve got to put in as many hours as I can” stage. It’s disgusting.”

“How many children are in your family exactly?” Nancy asked.

“Seven,” Ginny said. “Bill, Charley, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and me.”

“Wow! That must be a lot of fun,” Nancy said, “having so many kids in the house.”

“Not really,” Ron replied. “You never get anything new and there’s no privacy at all. Someone is always in your business.”

The group made their way down to the baggage claim to pick up the luggage. Harry and Ron were walking in the back behind everyone talking about Quidditch. They were talking quietly because they didn’t want to alert the muggles to anything weird.

Once everyone had their things they headed to the car. Fred and George helped Jeff load the trunk while everyone else tried to get situated into the back seat.

The trip back to Roswell was surprisingly quiet. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were sleeping. Fred and George were trying to see the scenery, and Harry and Liz were trying to sleep.

It was a groggy group of kids how got out of the car. Everyone grabbed some baggage and headed to the apartment. Harry lead the boys to the room that they would all be sharing while Liz took the girls to her room. They all bid good night to Nancy, Jeff, and each other and headed to their respected rooms. Nancy and Jeff watched them go with smiles on their faces. Liz looked happy and that was all that mattered to them. They were excited about meeting Liz’s school friends and were more then pleased to have them stay over the summer holiday. With those thoughts they went to bed because they both needed to open the restaurant in a few hours and Nancy wanted to make the kids breakfast.


TBC.....

In the Next part our Hogwarts bunch meet the Pod Squad! Stay tuned.

AN: I have been a bad girl and not updated in forever, and I'm sorry. It's almost been a month and that is horrible of me. I do apologize for my absence. I will try to get another update up this weekend if I can. Real life lately has been throwing me one curve after another so I can't make any promises. Well I can make one promise, I promise it won't be a month before I update again!

Part 8: (New Mexico Desert)


“Tom, the kids are taking a break this summer. Michael is still staying in my house, as everyone thinks of me as his biological uncle. At least this way I can keep an eye on them. You know keep them out of trouble. Besides, they’ve come a long way with their powers, and they deserve a break,” General Nedia said.

“Yes sir, they do need a bit of a break. They’ve been working extremely hard the past five years. I don’t think any of our people expected them to be this advanced this quickly,” Tom said to his general.

“Yes I know. I am very proud of them. However, this does not mean that we can slack off this summer. Just because the royals aren’t going to be around practicing every day does not mean that we stop looking for Kivar’s son. He is here somewhere, and if our sources are correct he’d be in his 40’s. If anyone, or anything looks suspicious I need to know about it right away. The lives of Max, Michael, and Isabel are too important to gamble,” Nedia said.

“I understand General. I swear to you that if anything out of the ordinary passes through our scopes you will be the first to know,” Tom assured him.

“Good. Now, get back to work,” Nedia said, smiling.

“Yes sir,” Tom saluted.

Nedia watched as Tom drove away, back towards their secret base. So much had happened over the past five years, that it hardly seemed that long ago. Michael was given over to him, after his people forged records stating that Michael was his biological nephew. His excuse of not coming sooner was that he was in the army, and in another country. It took a good month before Michael, Max, or Isabel trusted him, but now the three of them look at him as if he was a substitute father.

In five years time, the three teens have surpassed anyone’s expectations concerning their powers. No one expected them to be this advanced this quickly. So when Max asked that they have this summer off, Nedia couldn’t deny them. They had been working so hard, trying not to let anyone down, that he felt they needed this break.

He couldn’t agree more, and that was why he was more then happy to allow them this summer to be normal teens, staying home and doing normal teen stuff. He expected Michael to still abide by his curfew, unless he asked to stay by the Evans’, but they wouldn’t have to do any training at all, all summer.


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Harry woke to the sounds of snoring. He had forgotten how badly Ron snored, but a part of him didn’t mind. Harry felt like he was back at Hogwarts and Ron was snoring though another night. This whole trip seemed almost too good to be true, and Harry often wasn’t surprised to find him pinching himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

He climbed out of bed and headed toward the kitchen. He didn’t know what time it was, but there was sunlight trying to peak in though the window of the room, so his thinking that morning was upon them was a good guess.

There was no one else in the apartment as he made his way though the hallway to the kitchen. Harry assumed that his Uncle Jeff and Aunt Nancy were down in the restaurant taking care of whatever they needed to take care of. He needed to remember to ask them, if it would be safe to practice some Quidditch out in the desert. He just wanted to keep everyone working on some new techniques. That way once school started and he began holding practices Ron, Liz, and Ginny could help him teach the others the plans.

Footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs and Harry’s heart rate sped up a bit. He knew that he was being crazy, that it was only his aunt or uncle, but he couldn’t help but get scared. After all the things he’d seen in his young life no one would hold this nervousness against him. After all, he watched Lord Voldemort servant kill Cedric Diggory. One doesn’t get over that all that quickly.

He peered over the counter trying to see who was walking into the apartment. It was times like these he wished that the underage use of magic rule didn’t exist. He wasn’t allowed to defend himself, at all, because he was underage and not allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts.

Humming reached his ears, and he realized his assumptions had been correct. It was his Aunt Nancy coming back upstairs. He felt really foolish for hiding, but over the past five years, he’d come close to being killed by Lord Voldemort one too many times. He needed to be more careful.

“Harry? What are you doing down there on the floor?” Nancy asked her nephew.

“I, uh, well, I was kind of hiding,” Harry said. “I heard someone coming up the stairs, and I guess I just panicked and hid. After everything that’s gone down, I’m a bit leery of being snuck up on,” he confessed.

“Oh, my poor child,” Nancy said, pulling Harry to his feet and crushing him in her embrace. “I’m sorry that I startled you, and made you think that someone was coming to get you. I can’t say that I truly know how you feel, but back in the day, when you and Lizzie were only a year old, James, Lilly, Jeff, and I were all frightened that Voldemort was going to come and find us. Unfortunately he did manage to find Lilly and James. To this day I don’t know how he managed that.”

“Liz didn’t tell you?” Harry asked.

“No, tell me what?” Nancy questioned, wondering what Harry was talking about.

“Well, in our third year at Hogwarts Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban, which you actually probably know because he’s been helping Dumbledore find Voldemort. Anyway, he explained everything that happened, Peter Wormtail, one of my father’s friends convinced my mum and dad to let him be their secret keeper, you know keep the secret of where they were going to be hidden. Sirius, at the time, thought that was a good idea because no one would suspect James Potter to tell Peter where they were hiding from Lord Voldemort. Anyway, Peter turned on them and was working for Voldemort. He told where my parents were, and that’s how he found them. Sirius confronted Peter and he shot off a blast from his wand killing those muggles, and turned himself into a rat, he was a secret animangus like my dad. He then began masquerading as Ron’s rat Scabbers,” Harry explained.

“Oh that’s terrible. I never thought that Sirius turned on your father they were too much like brothers for that to happen. I tried to fight for Sirius, but getting Lizzie to safety was my main priority, well that and finding you,” Nancy said. “However, when we arrived at the house, you were already gone, and since I didn’t see your body I figured Dumbledore had gotten to you already and Jeff and I headed here to America.”

“Well, I’m just glad that we are finally reunited, and I get to see Liz. Living with the Dursley’s was horrible; they really hated me because my parents were Wizards. Aunt Petunia was the worst though,” Harry told her. “Hey, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure thing,” Nancy said, smiling. She was now moving about the kitchen taking things out of the fridge so she could begin making breakfast.

“Is there any why Ron, Liz, Ginny, Fred, George, and I could practice some Quidditch moves? I mean like out in the desert somewhere?” Harry asked. “I know Fred and George aren’t going to be returning to Hogwarts this year, since they graduated, but they could help me a lot. I want to get the better of Slytherin really badly this year. I mean, granted we beat them every year, but I want to crush them this year, and I want to practice the Wonski Feint. I know I can totally trick Draco Malfoy into following my lead and then have him crash into the ground.”

“Draco Malfoy? Is he Lucius Malfoy’s son?” Nancy asked.

“Yes, he is, and he’s not a nice boy. I sort of understand why though, I mean Mr. Lucius Malfoy is not very nice, so why would his son be. Did you know that Malfoy is one of the Death Eaters? He was there the night Cedric Diggory and I won the TriWizard Tournament. We both touched the cup at the same time, which just happened to be a portkey and it took us to Voldemort. Cedric was killed that night, and I just barely managed to get away, but Lucius Malfoy was there. I guess I really wasn’t surprised to see him there, the man was pretty evil, but still it was a bit of a shock,” Harry said.

The sound of footsteps coming down the hall halted any other conversation between Harry and his Aunt Nancy. Neither wanted to bring the others down with talk of death, and besides Harry still hadn’t told Liz, Hermione, or Ron the whole story yet and he wasn’t about to go blabbing it to his Aunt Nancy, not before telling the others everything first. He owed it to them since they’ve been there though ever scrape and bruise he’d encountered in his years at Hogwarts. Granted Voldemort was after Liz too, but he singled out Harry at the TriWizard Tournament.

“Morning Mom,” Liz said as she walked into the bright kitchen. Her eyes were still squinty from sleep and she continued to rub them to try and get the sleep out of them. “Oh, hey Harry. What are you doing up so early?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” he said, not wanting to elaborate any more since Nancy was in the room.

“The dreams again?” Liz whispered, as she sat down next to her cousin. She could tell by the tone of his answer that he hadn’t wanted her mother to overhear them, so she kept her question quiet.

“Yes, I just keep reliving that night. I can’t seem to stop myself,” Harry told her, quietly. He glanced up at his Aunt Nancy making sure that she wasn’t listening to the conversation.

“Harry, that’s not good. I thought the dreams stopped,” Liz said, concerned.

“Well, they did for a little while, but they started coming back at the end of last term. I didn’t say anything because, well everyone has been so busy with Lord Voldemort’s return I didn’t want to bother them,” Harry said.

“That’s no excuse Harry and you know it. Sirius and Dumbledore are going to be very upset that you didn’t tell them before now,” Hermione said from behind them.

“Jeepers Hermione! Don’t sneak up on people like that,” Harry scolded.

“Sorry,” she said, embarrassedly.

“It’s all right Hermione,” Liz assured her friend. “It’s just that with everything that’s happened, sneaking up on us isn’t a good thing.”

“I know, I honestly didn’t mean to. I mean, I meant to make my presence known, but well, you know, I couldn’t keep my comment to myself,” Hermione said.

“Of course you couldn’t, you wouldn’t be Hermione if you did,” Ron said, coming up behind Hermione.

She turned around and glared at him letting him know that she didn’t appreciate his barb. Fred, George, and Ginny came barreling into the kitchen next causing enough noise to wake the whole of New Mexico. Harry and Liz shared a knowing look as Ron and Hermione continued to glare at one another, knowing that something was going to happen between those two this summer.

“Who’s hungry?” Nancy asked, carrying a huge plate of pancakes into the kitchen. She barely put the plate down before Fred and George dug right in. She laughed at their excitement over the food and went to put some more on the griddle, knowing that what she’d made wasn’t going to be enough.

Once everyone had eaten their fill, they got in the shower one by one and got ready to go and sight see. Harry really wanted to practice Quidditch, but they would have to wait for another day to do that. He had months to practice so he wasn’t all that worried, but still, with Draco’s father buying new brooms again this year, Harry wanted to keep his team in peak condition.


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Liz showed her friends all of Roswell. She was surprised at how excited they were since there really was nothing all that interesting in Roswell, NM. The last place she planned on showing them was the UFO museum. She didn’t know why she wanted to save the UFO museum for last, but something in her gut told her to hold off on that and give them the tour before heading back to the Crash.

Liz held the door open for everyone and Fred and George were making cracks about aliens and stuff. She found this funny since they were witches and wizards, but she kept her mouth shut. Fred was saying that there was no such thing as aliens, and George was agreeing, but Ron and Hermione, of all people, were arguing with Fred and George. Ron and Hermione said that there were aliens out there, I mean how could there not be. Liz had to agree with them, after all if there were bonified witches and wizards walking the earth, there had to be aliens.

“I have to agree with Ron and Hermione,” Liz said as they descended the stairs. “I mean look at us. If you really think about it, there have to be aliens walking among us.”

Max walked out of his station to greet the guests when he heard Liz’s statement. What did she mean look at us? Could she be an alien too? Was she an enemy? No, she couldn’t be because her friends were denying that aliens existed. A part of Max’s heart soared because Liz believed in the prospect of aliens walking among humans, but he was still confused at her comment.

“Hi. Would you like a tour of the museum?” Max asked walking out of the shadows.

“OH!” Ginny yelled jumping. “Wow, you scared me to death.”

“I’m sorry,” Max said. He hadn’t meant to scare anyone, and he didn’t realize that he’d be so close to one of them as he walked out from behind the wall.

“We’d love a tour. Max, I didn’t know you worked here,” Liz said, smiling.

Harry noticed that look in his cousin’s eyes again, and he decided that he needed to try and get his cousin and the boy she had a crush on for as long as he’d known her together. This was going to be his summer goal. He looked around at his friends wondering who would be able to help him in his quest, and his eyes landed on Ginny. She would be the only person who would willingly help him set Liz up with someone. Hermione would think it childish and stupid, and Ron, well if he and Ron did it together they’d botch something up. Nope, only Ginny would be able to keep him from messing this whole plan up.

“Well, follow me and I’ll show you around. Feel free to ask any questions. I’ve been working here since the beginning of the year,” Max replied.

The small group followed Max around the UFO museum taking in all the exhibits. Liz, Hermione, and Ginny didn’t like the autopsy exhibit. They couldn’t stomach seeing a scientist cutting up a poor defenseless alien. “That’s gross,” Hermione said.

“Yeah, that’s just wrong,” Ginny agreed.

“The poor alien,” Liz said. “I bet her didn’t do anything, he just wanted to see what life on Earth was like. He didn’t come here to hurt anyone.”

Max’s heart swelled. The love of his life was defending an alien. He had a small hope that she would react the same way if he could just tell her that he was an actual alien. He always hated this exhibit too, it gave him the willies, knowing that one-day, if his secret got out, that he could be the one on that table with the knife over him.

“So Max? Do you believe in Aliens?” Fred asked.



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Hi...Here's the answer to your questions. Cedric Diggory was a Hufflepuff student we meet in Book 4, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. He is killed by Wormtail, Peter Pettigrew, Lord Voldemort's servent. Right after that Wormtail performs some kind of spell giving Volde back his body.

The dementors are these creatures, that have bandaged skeleton like hands and faces with open mouths, no lips. They were the guards of Azkaban Prison. In Harry's third year they were sent to patrol Hogwarts because Sirius Black, the person believed to have had a hand in killing Harry's parents had escaped from the prison. Anyway the dementors suck all the happiness out of a person and leave them with their worst memory. As Harry's worst memory is completely horrible, his parent's death, he is affected by the Dementors more than anyone else. He needed to learn to fight them off. One night 100 dementors surround him, Hermione, and Sirius Black, who is actually innocent of his crimes, and he fights them off before they can preform the "Kiss" on him, sucking his soul out of him. They are really quite creepy but a very interesting character.

I hope this helps clear up the confusion.

Jenn

Part 9:

“Do I believe in aliens?” Max repeated the question, wondering how he was supposed to answer that. Of course he believed in aliens, he was one! “Uh, well, yeah I do. I know what you must be thinking, here’s some whacked out Roswellian nut who believes in aliens. But seriously, Earth cannot be the only planet in this vast universe that has life, and intelligent life at that.”

“Lizzie was saying pretty much the exact same thing on our way in here,” Hermione said.

Max looked over at Liz who was blushing furiously. “Yeah, well, I uh, I mean I guess we can’t be the only planet in the vastness of space with life forms that can think and feel, right?” Liz said, trying to overcome her sudden shyness.

Harry watched Max and his cousin trying to come up with some kind of plan to get them to hang out together. Granted the group of them were going out with Maria and Alex later on that night, but he didn’t know how to broach the subject of asking Max to tag along. He did not want to seem like he was pushing and he knew that Liz would be furious with him. Harry knew that he was going to have to talk to Ginny later on so that they could come up with some kind of scheme.

Max walked them around the UFO center showing them the different exhibits. The girls didn’t like the autopsy exhibit, and neither did Max but he didn’t tell them that. After they walked around Max brought them back to the main room and watched as they all began to leave.

“Thank you Max, we had a nice time,” Liz said, meaning more that she had a nice time since she had no idea if the others did or not.

“Yeah those exhibits were pretty cool,” Fred agreed.

“Thanks,” Max replied, smiling. He was happy that Liz had enjoyed the little bit of time they had spent together. Granted it wasn’t the kind of atmosphere that he wanted to spend time with Liz in, but he did get to talk to her and that was more then he had ever done before.

“See you later Max,” Harry called, walking out the door.

Michael and Isabel came out of the shadows after Harry walked out the door. “What did he mean by that?” Michael demanded.

“I don’t know,” Max replied. “I guess since he’s staying with the Parker’s, well I guess since they all are staying with the Parker’s he just meant that he’d see me in the Crashdown or something.”

“Are you sure that’s all he means?” Michael said. He knew how Max felt about Liz, it was so obvious. Max was always fawning over her, and Michael knew that Liz’s cousin probably could see this too. Harry wasn’t an idiot. Michael didn’t know how Liz was so oblivious to Max’s affections toward her, but she felt the same way about Max, Michael could tell, and Max had no clue either.

“Yes of course I’m sure,” Max replied, turning to go back to work. “I’ve got work to do guys so if this isn’t important please leave me to do it.”

“Michael wants to go into the desert tomorrow to practice a bit. I know that we didn’t go away this summer like we usually do, and we aren’t practicing every day like we have been for the past four years, but we do still need to practice once in a while to keep our powers up,” Isabel said.

“Tomorrow is fine, I’ve got off. Is that all?” Max asked, distractedly.

“Yes, oh mighty one that is all,” Michael angrily bit out.

“What the hell is your problem?” Max asked, turning to look at Michael.

“Nothing. It’s just that since Liz came back you’ve been acting like a real jerk,” Michael said. “You’re so distracted.”

“Michael, I’m trying to do my job, I’m sorry if that annoys you and I’m not showering you with my full attention. I don’t want Brodie to come out here yelling that I haven’t done something that he’s asked me to do. Meet me for dinner later and I’ll give you all the attention that you want,” Max said. He was beginning to get pissed with Michael’s broodiness.

“Fine. Whatever. Talk to you later,” Michael said, walking toward the doors. “Are you coming Isabel?”

Isabel sighed. She hated seeing her brother’s fight. Even though Michael never actually grew up with them, she still considered him her brother. Things had been getting tense between Michael and Max for the past year, so she knew that this had nothing to do with the sudden reappearance of Liz Parker, although she was making the problem a bit worse then it was. Michael had been getting more moody and no one knew why. Maybe he just needed to take out some frustrations.

“I’m coming. We’ll meet you at the Crash at about six,” Isabel said. Max got off work at six so they would already be sitting at their booth when he got there, but he didn’t mind.

“That’s fine. See you later,” he said, kissing his sister on the cheek.

Isabel and Michel walked out of the door and saw Liz, Maria, and Alex talking in front of the Crash. Harry and Ron were with them, but the others were not.

“I wonder what it’s like to have so many friends,” Isabel whispered.

Michael looked at her out of the corner of his eye. He had always wondered the same thing, but he’d never admit that to anyone. “You know, you are beginning to sound like Max. We don’t need anyone else, we’ve got each other.”

“I know Michael, but don’t you ever wonder what life would be like if we’d just open up a little? I mean we don’t have to tell anyone our secret, but to have a group of friends to hang out with and just be normal kids with. I long for that.”

Michael sighed. “I know you do Iz. So does Max. I just can’t understand it.”

Of course he couldn’t, Isabel thought. He had lived with an abusive foster father for twelve years of his life, letting people get close was never Michael’s strong point. General Nedia was not all that much better. Yes the man cared about all of them, and yes he did treat Michael as if he really was his nephew, but he didn’t hug Michael like her parents hugged she and Max. Having that physical closeness with someone is very important and it hurt Isabel to know that Michael was lacking in that department.


~*~*~*~*~


“Come on Hermione, we’re going to be late!” Liz yelled.

“I’m coming. Jeez,” she said, walking into the living room. It was only six and Maria and Alex wouldn’t be there for another fifteen minutes.

“Sorry, but I hate being late. Everyone is already waiting downstairs. I waited for you,” Liz said.

“All right. Come on lets go Miss Impatient,” Hermione said, smiling.

The two girls walked down the stairs and into the Crashdown. Harry and Ron were sitting at the counter getting some sodas while Fred, George, and Ginny were waiting at a booth. Liz smiled at her friends. She didn’t know what she would have done if she’d never met them. Of course they were no Maria or Alex, but they were the best friends a girl could have, and it made her happy that all of her friends got along. Maria and Alex loved her Hogwarts friends, and the gang love Maria and Alex just as much.

Liz and Hermione were walking over to the booth when Hermione noticed Max and his group sitting a couple of booths away.

“Hey Lizzie, look it’s your dream boy,” Hermione said in a singsong voice.

Liz blushed slightly and nudged Hermione in the ribs. “That’s not funny Hermione.”

“Oh, please. Yes it was.”

“No, what if he heard you?” Liz hissed.

“He didn’t hear me, he’s all the way over there. I mean come on Lizzie, he’d have to have like supersonic hearing like Superman or something,” Hermione said.

Liz realized that she was right. Max was sitting all the way across the restaurant and he wouldn’t have been able to hear them, especially with all the noise, due mostly to Fred, George, Ron and Harry. Ginny was just sitting at the table shaking her head at the boys praying for Hermione and Liz to hurry up and get down there so that they could go. She was afraid that the boys would start yelling something stupid about like Quidditch or something and give them away.

“Great! You guys are finally here!” Ginny yelled, getting the boys attention.

“Hey, it’s about time. Can we go now? I’ve been dying to try bowling all day. I can’t wait to write dad and tell him all about it,” George said.

“Yeah, that’s all they’ve been talking about,” Harry laughed. “They’ve been wondering how it’s played.”

“Harry Potter, you may know a little bit about it because of, well you know, but you’ve never played either,” Fred said.

“Come on, let’s go before you go and run all of the customers out of here and my father kills us all,” Liz laughed.

“Hey Lizzie. Why don’t you go and ask Max and his friends if they want to join us?” Harry asked, thinking of the only thing that could get his cousin and the guy she’d been pining over for the past five years to hang out.

“Um, I don’t think that I could,” Liz said, blushing.

“Of course you can. What was his name again? Max right?” Ron asked. “Just go up to him and say, ‘Hey Max, do you want to come bowling with us?’ He will most likely say yes.”

“I, I couldn’t. I’d feel stupid,” Liz said.

“Oh goodness,” George sighed. “It’s Max right?” he said, walking up to the table.

Max looked up to see one of Liz’s friends standing in front of his table. Michael and Isabel were shooting curious looks at him.

“Yeah, I’m Max. You’re one of Liz’s friends right? You’ve got the twin. Sorry but I don’t remember your name,” Max said.

“I’m George, my twin is Fred. Yeah I’m a friend of Liz’s. Look we are going bowling and we were wondering if you all wanted to come. You look a little bored just sitting here, and well, Fred and I can’t stand to see anyone bored. Come to think of it, none of us can, well except maybe Hermione. So what do you say, do you want to come?”

“Uh, well, I ah, I don’t know,” Max stuttered. He wanted to say yes more then anything in the world, but he wasn’t sure if Isabel or Michael would want to go. They had been on his case all day about Liz Parker, and now he wanted to go and hang out with her? They would never stand for it.

“It could be fun,” Isabel said, looking over at Alex standing next to Liz, talking quietly. She couldn’t help herself. She always got a little jealous when Liz and Alex were together even though she knew that they were only friends.

Max looked up at his sister with shock. Did she just say that it could be fun? Was he dreaming? Isabel was willing to do something with ‘Humans’? And not just any humans, but Liz, Maria, and Alex, and that’s when it hit him. She wanted to go because of Alex. All of her bitching to him about his crush on Liz, and she was willing to forget all of that because Alex was going to be there. Well, who was he to judge, if she wanted to go because of Alex, at least he’d get to hang out with Liz.

“I guess then we’ll come,” Michael said. He knew that he needed to keep an eye on Max, and it now appeared that he’d need to keep an eye on Isabel as well. She had been looking Alex up and down ever since he walked into the Crash. Michael just couldn’t see what she saw in Alex Whitman, he was so not her type. He was a nerdy kind of guy, and so lanky, Isabel was more into the beefy jock kind of guys, so this was just so out of the blue.

“Great! Come on, we’re heading out now!” George exclaimed. “You’ll have to excuse us, most of us haven’t ever bowled before so we might get a little excited.”

“Thanks for the warning,” Michael said, sarcastically.

“You know, did anyone ever tell you that you’ve got a rotten attitude?” Ron asked Michael, as he, George and the others joined them.

Maria laughed. “Yes, I tell him that about ever other minute of the day.”

“Great, the pixie is coming. This is going to be one hell of a night,” Michael grumbled.

“No one told you that you had to come Michael, now stop complaining or go home,” Isabel scolded.

Michael didn’t say anything he just huffed and walked along. Max and Liz stole glances at one another, hoping for a moment to talk, but neither knew what to say to the other, so they remained quiet. Harry shook his head and grabbed Ginny’s hand slowing down enough to be behind everyone else.

“Harry? What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing’s wrong? Why?” he questioned.

“Well you grabbed my hand and slowed us down so that we are at the back of the line and a safe distance away so that no one can hear us. And you wonder why I want to know what’s wrong?”

“Oh well, that. Yeah, um, you see the thing is this. I’m trying to figure out how to get Liz and Max hanging out this summer, and who knows maybe something more, but I can’t figure out how to do it. It’s not as easy at it would appear. I mean they’ve been walking side by side for the past few blocks and neither has said anything yet. What else can I do? I need your help in this.”

“Harry, I don’t really like the idea of playing matchmaker. You just have to let things go and everything will fall into place. I know that it will. But in the meantime I guess we could catch back up and try coaxing them into talking. You know like ask Max some questions and hope that Liz will talk along with us.”

“That sounds like the best idea so far this evening. Although it appears that Max is afraid of his sister and Michael, don’t you think? It’s almost like he needs their approval or something. I can’t quite place my finger on it.”

“I know what you mean. He keeps looking at them, well more Michael then Isabel, but it’s like he’s afraid of crossing some kind of line. I only wish I knew what it was. Oh well, let’s not think about that right now. Right now we’ve got to get your cousin and Mr. Hottie talking.”

“Mr. Hottie?”

“Yeah, that’s what Hermione and I call him. It’s so funny, Liz blushes all red, and it cracks us up.”

“You think Max is hot?” Harry asked, a little hurt.

“Well, he is a good looking guy,” Ginny said, “but he’s not really my idea of hot.”

“Come on, if we don’t hurry up we’re going to lose them,” he said. He didn’t know what to think. Ginny and Hermione thought that Max was hot. Why was this bothering him so much? Ginny was Ron’s little sister, granted she was cute, and she’s more then grown into her looks, but she was still like a little sister to him, or was she? Could she be something more? He didn’t know and right now was not the time to get all confused about his feelings for Ginny Weasley. He’d have plenty of time later tonight to sort through all of this confusion.


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