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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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"Keep an eye out for my dad and let me hide behind you," Alex whispered. "Now walk slowly to the exit."
Hermione could barely contain her mirth at Alex's brazenness. Once they had sneaked Alex out of the restaurant she led them to a nearby bench where a young man with messy brown hair sat.
"Mason..." yelled Alex, her face beaming. She almost flattened him with a bear hug.
"There you are Alex! Where were you? I went inside but your dad started acting crazy when I asked for you!" said Mason. Alex lowered her voice to a stage whisper.
"I met these wizards from England." She gestured towards Harry and Hermione who stood there, somewhat nonplussed. "I thought you'd like to meet them. I invited them to lunch with us."
Mason looked anxious, and whispered back.
"Alex do they know that..."
"...You're a werewolf," interjected Hermione. "I can tell. It's alright though, one of our professors was..." tears welled in her eyes, "...was a good friend and a werewolf."
But Mason still appeared disconcerted.
"You... you don't understand... why my family left England. We're... Greybacks!" he said miserably. Hermione gasped.
"Fenrir was my father's cousin. We had to leave. Not just because the wizards hated us, but because Fenrir did. He would've killed us all if he had the chance. He murdered one of our other cousins. He was a nasty piece of work — hanging out with that bloody Snake Voldemort, and murdering any children he chose not to turn. And well, we're not the best Werewolves, but we kept to ourselves and tried hard not to eat people. As far as Fenrir was concerned, that made us traitors."
"Well we won't hold that against you," Harry responded, "Like Hermione said, one of our best friends was a werewolf, but he was murdered by Dolohov — one of Voldemort's minions — at Hogwarts."
They were all distracted by large sobs and peered at Alex; tears streamed down her face.
"Why... why didn't you tell me? I had no idea Mason! I'm so sorry... that... that's so horrible for you."
"I... I couldn't bring myself to tell you Alex. You act like you're all tough — and I guess you are in your own way — but you've never seen evil like this. Gorog, the Angels of Darkness... They're nothing compared to what I've seen in England!
"The villains here are a bit pathetic really! Mostly they're just average wizards with delusions of grandeur and goofy schemes to take over the world. But in England, Wizards and Werewolves play by a different set of rules. Death! Torture! I... I couldn't share my nightmares with you."
Harry and Hermione could think of at least one pathetic British wizard with delusions of grandeur, but he was still in a ward at St Mungo's. Alex was embracing Mason, but still sobbing into his shoulder. Harry put his arm around Hermione and gave her a comforting squeeze, it wouldn't help if they all started blubbering in the street. Harry sighed. As sympathetic as he felt, he had hoped to put the war behind him for a bit.
But Harry and Hermione both knew they had just made some new friends. And they weren't going to just leave them here to mope. Harry gave Hermione a look. She nodded...
"Say... erm... Alex, Mason, why don't you two come to lunch with us instead?" asked Harry. "We're staying in the top floor of the Plaza Hotel and they have great food there."
Alex was still sniffing and wiped away some tears; but she was distracted by Harry's invitation.
"S... seriously? The Plaza Hotel? What are you even doing here? If I were you I'd never leave the Plaza just to get some lunch in a crummy little sandwich shop!"
"Well, we were trying to get to the Statue of Liberty, but we got turned around on the Tube... I mean the Subway," Hermione replied.
Alex stared at Hermione and Harry incredulously.
"Are you kidding me? The subway? You're wizards! Why don't you just flash yourselves to the top of the Statue?"
By 'flash,' Hermione guessed that Alex meant 'apparate.' She made a note to herself to start paying attention to American Wizarding terms and idioms.
"Well..." began Hermione, embarrassed, "We just wanted a holiday — as muggles. The British Wizard War was horrid; we lost a lot of friends. And... and we just wanted to put it all behind us for a bit — even the magic."
Perplexion crossed Alex's features.
"I guess I understand. But I can't imagine not having Wizard powers. I wouldn't be able to be with Mason if I didn't have them. That's why I have to win the family competition."
"Competition?" Harry and Hermione simultaneously asked in puzzlement.
"Yeah, my brothers Justin and Max have to compete with me to see who will become a Full Wizard. Whoever wins gets to keep all of their powers. Whoever loses... loses everything!"
"Bloody Hell!" Harry swore, "That's ridiculous! How does that even work? You can't just switch being a wizard on and off!"
"I know, right!?" replied Alex with a vehement sigh. "I don't know how it works, you'll just have to ask Justin... But I think it sucks! It's so unfair!"
Harry wholeheartedly agreed. And he realised that he and Hermione had been lucky to be able to pretend to be muggles. They could go back to their magical lives at any time. He couldn't imagine how awful he would feel if he weren't allowed to keep his powers. Hermione was right; there was definitely something very odd about the American Wizarding community.
But Harry didn't think Alex had anything to worry about. She seemed assertive, clever, and more than a bit cunning, quite unlike the lazy sloucher he had seen earlier. And her magic was powerful enough to sense from a mile off!
As far as he could see, Justin was a bit of a prat like Percy Weasley. Smart, to be sure, but rule-bound and narrow-minded. He probably studied hard and aced all of his classes, but he didn't seem to have any natural sense of magic.
Mason appeared to have collected himself, though he still looked a bit pale.
"Did you mention something about lunch?" he asked "I'm famished."
Harry grinned, Mason's comment had strongly reminded him of Ron.
"Yeah... well are we ready to go then?" Harry inquired. Mason and Alex nodded affirmatively, but Alex was ready to take charge.
"We're going to flash there, okay!" Alex stated firmly. Harry sighed. He'd just have to get over it and use magic. Not that he really minded at this point. He was NOT about to take Hermione down to the Subway again, and he didn't feel like dealing with any more garrulous taxi-drivers.
"Sounds great. Alright Hermione?"
"Wait Harry," said Hermione. She turned to Alex, "Do you know how to get there Alex? To our suite I mean. I'm not sure how your flashes work if you don't know where you're going."
"Oh it's easy," Alex replied with a grin, "I just grab Mason, wave my wand, and I think of following you. Wherever you go, I go!"
Hermione looked suitably impressed. It was probably much the same as apparating, but maybe with some sort of tracking spell attached. She smiled and nodded at Harry who took her hand.
"Okay Harry, ready when you are." And then they twisted into nothing.

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They were back in their suite at the Plaza. Half a second later Alex and Mason appeared. They gaped at the luxurious dining room.
"Right," said Harry, "I'll ring for the butler and he can bring up some menus!" Harry picked up the phone to the front desk. The desk clerk seemed startled when he answered.
"Um... Okay, I'll send a butler right up!" The desk clerk was baffled and he pressed on, "But I don't understand sir; I didn't see you come in and neither did the elevator operator. I don't know how we missed you. I'm so sorry, you should have had a butler already there."
Harry groaned. Of course, how could he have been so stupid? He had forgotten that the elevators had operators who would be directing every guest to their floors.
"Erm... er...well, I...er... I suppose the elevator operator stepped out to use the loo for a moment," stammered Harry. The desk clerk didn't challenge him (the customer was always right at the Plaza, especially when they were staying the priciest suites).
"Okay sir, your Butler should be there any minute."
And sure enough, barely a minute after Harry had set the phone down, the Butler was at the door. Harry let Butler in, and took the menus from him.
"Oh... er... we'll look after ourselves then for a bit. We'll just ring down when we've decided," said Harry.
The Butler nodded. "Yes sir, as you wish. I'll send your meal up with a waiter when you order."
"Thanks," Harry responded gratefully as he stuffed some bills into the Butler's hand.
When he turned back to the others, he found them at the full bar.
"I can't believe it," Alex said with awe. "I can tell you're underage. How did you manage to get a suite with all this booze?"
"I booked it in advance from England. They never asked — but we're legal in Britain anyway. I suppose they don't fuss about your age if you're booking the top floor. Do you want some then?" Harry offered.
"Um..." Alex peered at Mason uncertainly. She was only 17 and she felt nervous all of a sudden. "I...I don't know... Mason?"
"Oh, me? Er... sure, why not!? I've snuck into my father's liquor cabinet loads of times. That sounds lovely. You too Alex?"
"Um..."
"Go on Alex — live a little..." Mason wheedled.
"I guess I'll try something — if you are — but just a little bit..." Alex replied anxiously, "I've never really drank before... Sometimes Dad lets us sip a little wine at dinner..."
"Excellent! Right then... Lets start with a little bit of this. Mum and Dad seem to love it," said Mason eagerly as he reached for a bottle of Glenlivet which was older than Alex.
Harry and Hermione grinned at each other. The Glenlivet was a good choice if there wasn't any Firewhiskey available.
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