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Harry Potter & the Stone of Dreams	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 15672 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After another playful romp, a shower and breakfast, Harry and Hermione planned their day, making certain that a trip to see the Statue of Liberty was on their itinerary. Determined not to use magic, they chose to try New York's Underground instead of a taxi.
It was nothing like the London Tubes; here, grime and graffiti covered the walls, rats scurried in the shadows along excrement covered floors, and the lights were dingy. They stopped at an information kiosk for directions.
"Excuse me," Hermione began, "What Tube do we take to get to Staten Island?"
The plump kiosk worker stared at Hermione blankly.
"Tube?" She had just been about to take a lunch break and these two English kids were stalling her. It took her a moment to figure it out. "Oh, you mean the Subway line right?" she said in an annoyed, rather contemptuous voice. "And if you want to get to Staten Island you'll need to take a ferry." She tossed Hermione a folded map.
"Here, you'll find which lines you need to get to the ferry terminal in there," the information clerk concluded sharply. Then the stocky woman bolted through the door at the back of the kiosk and left Harry and Hermione staring after her in amazement at her rudeness.
They made their way down to the Subway tunnel, and got on a train which seemed to connect to a line to the ferry terminal.
"I don't know Harry, this is a bit creepy in here," said Hermione anxiously. There was a stale stench of cigarettes, urine and alcohol. Their carriage was quite full, and they were getting squeezed by the crowd. Hermione felt someone's hands grab her buttocks and slip between her thighs... and they weren't Harry's hands. She gasped in outrage and felt inside of her sweatshirt for her wand. Harry put his hand on her arm.
"Don't Hermione! Let's just get out of here. We don't know the Wizarding rules here," Harry muttered as he pulled her away from the groping hand, looking through the crowd for the perpetrator — prepared to pummel whoever it was physically.
It was quite odd that Hermione didn't know much about American wizarding rules actually, thought Harry. Hermione always researched the places she wanted to visit. He would have to ask her about it later when they were off the bloody train.
A few minutes later they stumbled off the train into an unknown station. They pored over the map, but even Hermione was having trouble figuring it out.
"I think we got on the wrong train Harry. Look, this is where we are now — by Washington Square."
"Well anywhere has to be better than down here. I'm sick of these bloody tunnels," Harry scowled.
They made their way up a broken escalator, and then up some stairs to the street level, blinking in the sunlight.
"Oh Harry!" exclaimed Hermione brightly, "I think this is Greenwich Village. This used to be the center of art and the counterculture in NY."
"Counterculture?" He really did need to bone up on Muggle Studies, Harry thought ruefully. He had a vague image of tie-died t-shirts and hairy musicians — not unlike some of the more eccentric Wizards he had met in fact.
"They were artists and poets who broke with traditional cultural mores and politics, Harry. From the bits I've picked up, I think many of them were Wizards. And I expect some Wizard families might still live here."
Harry pondered her statement. Something still seemed strange. Hermione ought to be much more informed.
"Hermione, I keep meaning to ask... but, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I was just wondering why you don't know very much about American Wizards."
Hermione crinkled her nose in frustration.
"It's ridiculous! They're even more secretive about their communities than the Ministry is about ours. Except for a bit of information about the Salem Institute I got from the Wizards at the Quidditch Cup Final, I couldn't find much else on American Wizards."
Harry felt a bit disconcerted at the idea of stumbling into something unknown.
"Well, let's just wander around here for a bit Hermione. It seems nice here and I could use some lunch." After meandering around a couple of blocks Harry and Hermione found themselves on a street called Waverly Place in front of a sandwich shop. The sign read Waverly Sub Station. "Lets give this a go Hermione?"
Hermione wasn't sure, but she sensed an electric charge around the shop. Harry obviously sensed it too, and was drawn in by it.
The decor of the shop reminded Harry and Hermione uncomfortably of their recent misadventure in the Subway. But there was something about this place... A slender, extremely pretty girl with ebony hair slouched at the counter with a morose look on her face. She looked like she couldn't be more than 13 or 14, but she radiated an intensity which reminded Harry a bit of the Veela. Hermione said nothing, but something about the girl magnetically drew her in too.
They wondered where the clerk was. Surely someone was around to take their order! A man with a receding hairline in his late 30's wondered out of the kitchen door.
"Alex!" he fumed with exasperation. "We have customers. Hop to it..."
The dark haired girl groaned, slumping as if a huge weight had been placed upon her.
"Gah, do I have to? Mason is supposed to be here any minute!"
"Well until he is you have work to do," groused the frustrated man. Alex dragged herself wearily to the other side of the counter.
"Alright Daddy! I'm on it," moaned Alex. "Okay you guys, what kind of sandwich do you want?"
Harry and Hermione were speechless. Alex's behaviour had momentarily stunned them into silence. But despite the young girl's openly annoyed appearance, they couldn't get over the feeling that there was something rather sweet about Alex. The air seemed to ripple slightly around her and crackle with electricity. It dawned on Harry and Hermione simultaneously. The girl, Alex, was a Wizard, and apparently a very powerful one at that for them to be able to feel her magic radiating so intensely without needing a spell to detect it.
Something about Alex reminded Hermione strongly of Harry. But neither of them spoke until Alex broke the spell.
"Dudes, come on... hurry up!" she whined "What do you want? My boyfriend is going to be here any minute..."
"Erm..." began Harry, "How about a Ham and Swiss on Rye! And you Hermione?"
They didn't get any further with the order because Alex had started jumping up and down, squeaking and grinning — her sullenness had vanished completely. It was hard to believe that this effervescent young girl was the same person who had been slouching on the counter moments ago.
"No way! You guys are English," she squealed excitedly "You HAVE to meet Mason; he's English too. Did you just get here? I mean are you tourists or do you live here?"
"Tourists!" Hermione managed to get out before Alex went on.
"You know, you look kinda familiar..." she said staring at Harry pensively.
The girl's discerning look undercut her previous facade of indifference. Harry realised that she was far more intelligent than she had given them any reason to believe so far. He began to get nervous as he flattened down his bangs.
"Erm... I... I guess I just have that sort of face," Harry stammered.
"No, that's not it. I've seen you before somewhere. I know it!"
"Really, I've never been here before — to the United States I mean.."
"...and we're really very ordinary," finished Hermione somewhat unconvincingly.
Alex just kept staring at Harry, taking in his round eyeglasses, mussed up black hair, and the lightning shaped scar which he had unsuccessfully tried to cover.
Light dawned on Alex. If she had seemed bubbly before, now she was positively gleeful but appeared to be having a panic attack at the same time.
"Oh my gosh, I know who you are..." her jaw dropped. "You're Harry Potter and you're a famous wizard."
Alex grabbed Harry and Hermione by their hands and dragged them to a nearby stairwell. Before they had a chance to rebuff Alex, she had hauled them upstairs and pushed them into a rather garishly decorated flat.
"No... really! We're not wizards," Hermione fibbed.
"Yes... yes you are!" replied Alex excitedly. She was a master of lies and she could spot even the coolest liar... most of the time. "But it's okay, I won't tell anyone. Please, don't go..." she beseeched.
However, Alex's promises to keep Harry and Hermione's secret were shattered when a gangly young man with black hair about Harry's age burst in through the front door.
"HAH! I found you Alex..." he snickered. "Dad is looking for you and boy is he mad!" He seemed not to notice Harry and Hermione for a moment. Then he did a rather astounded double-take followed by a frown.
"What... who...? Alex!?"
"Don't be rude, Justin!" snapped Alex.
Justin shot daggers at her with his eyes. He was hardly about to take lessons on manners from his little sister.
"Look Justin, it's Harry Potter and a girl I don't know..."
"Hermione, my name is Hermione..."
"And they're wizards! Look at him Justin, it really is Harry Potter!"
Justin looked at his sister, then back at Harry, his mouth opened to say something but nothing intelligible emerged. Justin appeared to be having some sort of seizure.
"I... you... What?" He gasped. "It can't be..."
"But it IS Justin, look, he's got the scar and those stupid round glasses they made us all wear at Wiz-Tech last year."
Harry DID have the glasses, and he DID have a lightning shaped scar on his forehead. Finally Justin came to his senses. He goggled at Harry, then asked eagerly.
"Is... is it true? Are you really Harry Potter?"
Harry glanced at Hermione and they sighed. Their plans for an incognito holiday looked like they were going up in smoke.
"Yeah... It's true. I'm Harry and this is my girlfriend Hermione..."
"...Granger?" Justin finished as a question.
"How... how did you know?" Consternation was written across Hermione's face.
"Are you kidding? You're a genius wizard! You're almost as famous as Harry here..."
Alex rolled her eyes, but Justin ignored her.
"Your papers on Arithmancy were part of our syllabus at Wiz-Tech last year. Oh My God! I can't believe I'm actually talking to you," Justin babbled, taking to Hermione like an excited puppy.
Hermione was bemused; she had never expected anyone to think of her as particularly famous, especially not outside Britain. She was stunned to find out that her term papers were being used to teach other young wizards an ocean away. Nobody had ever mentioned it to her. She wondered if it was Dumbledore's doing. Justin, with an almost love-sick look in his eyes, began peppering her with technical questions. But every time she started to respond, he interrupted with more questions.
Harry and Alex — their eyes glazing over — stared blankly at the pair who were discussing very complicated number theories. They turned to face each other. Alex had an adorably infectious smile and Harry couldn't help grinning back.
"Sorry, my brother is kind of a nimrod! Ugh! Don't worry, I'll get your girlfriend back for you... Justin! JUSTIN!" Alex yelled. Justin pulled his attention away from Hermione with great annoyance.
"What?" he drawled.
"Mason is going to be here any minute, and Harry needs Hermione back so we can go on a double date."
"Er... wait, we are?" queried Harry.
"YES! You have to come. You did say you were hungry, right? And I want you to meet Mason. He's been missing having someone English to talk to."
Harry glanced at Hermione, who nodded quickly. She wanted to get away from Justin as soon as possible. His cloying crush on her braininess was creeping her out slightly. And academic pursuits were the LAST thing she wanted to engage in on this particular holiday.
"Nooo..." cried Justin. "I finally met someone who actually has some brains."
"What about Juliet?" asked Alex with a disapproving frown.
"She turned ancient and disappeared into a forest, Alex!" he replied sulkily. "I'll never see her again."
"You don't know that Justin. Love always wins in the end!" Alex looked at her brother sadly, wondering if that was true, but then she frowned "Besides... Hermione is Harry's girlfriend. Leave her alone."
Hermione silently thanked Alex as she led them back down the stairs. Alex shushed them when they reached the Sub Shop.
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