Harry Potter and the Heir of Slytherin

Susan smiled and looked down at the mention of her bracelet, her hand rising up to her face so she could get a better look at it. There, wrapped snugly around her wrist was the bracelet with animation charms on it that her aunty spoke of. It was almost always on her. The only time she ever took the bracelet off was when she was sleeping and washing herself. She then looked back up at her aunty as worry set in ones more.

"But... but what if doesn't like it here? Or what if he thinks I'm boring?" asked Susan, her tone betraying just how worried she really was. "I'm not open and friendly like Hannah, or interesting and funny like Tracey. I'm not even really smart like Hermione and Daphne." Her shoulders slumped. "I'm just plain old Susan."

Amelia withheld a sigh as she looked at her niece. "Susan, you are anything but plain," she told the young girl. "And you are just as intelligent and interesting as all of those people. You are simply to shy for your own good. Have more confidence in yourself and stop worrying about whether or not Harry will enjoy his time with you. If he didn't like you for who you are, he would not have spent so much time with you in the first place. And if he doesn't, then he's not worth your time anyways."

The words, despite being somewhat gruff, were spoken with the warmth and reassurance of a parent speaking to their child, and were just what Susan needed to hear.

The young heiress allowed herself to relax and calm down. Her aunty was right. She shouldn't worry so much. Harry had spent plenty of time with her when they were at Hogwarts, and they had spoke one on one a number of times that showed he was interested in her.

That every time they spoke he did most of the talking because she was too shy to really speak her mind was a non issue.

"Thank you, aunty," Susan said appreciatively. Amelia offered her niece a smile.

"Not a problem," her smile grew into a tiny smirk. "Now, I suggest you get dressed, unless you want Harry to see you in your pajamas."

Susan flushed red at the thought of Harry seeing her in her sleepwear. It wasn't like they were showy or anything, just a regular pair of yellow pajama bottoms and a large shirt, but they weren't very appropriate garments to wear when someone was visiting, Hannah notwithstanding.

"Right," Susan squeaked, getting up from the breakfast table and bolting for her room. She didn't hear her aunty chuckling at her as she quickly made her way to her room. Once there, the young red head went over to her closet to try and select something to wear for when Harry came over.

Thirty minutes and several sets of clothing later, Susan was no closer to figuring out what would be appropriate to wear. She had tried on several different outfits and discarded each one for one reason or another. Right now she was trying on a yellow skirt with a black shirt combination that she had picked up in the muggle world.

Unlike most of wizarding society she and her aunty were not wholly ignorant of their non magical counterparts. They did not know everything about muggles (they knew nothing about cars or airplanes or the new fangled computers that were so hot on the muggle market right now), but they at least knew enough about their clothes to know that muggle clothing was infinitely more comfortable than all but the most expensive of wizarding robes.

Her aunty said it had something to do with how muggle clothing is made, but Susan had forgotten what she had been told.

Susan was so caught up in looking for something appropriate to where that she did not even know her aunty had entered her room until the woman spoke.

"I would suggest wearing your yellow sundress and a pair of sandals."

With a slight squeak of surprise, Susan spun around to see her aunty looking at her with an amused smile.

"Don't do that!" Susan clutched a hand to her breast, causing Amelia Bones to chuckle.

"Sorry," her aunty apologized, still smiling. "But the suggestion still stands. Your yellow sundress will be both comfortable and make you look presentable."

"Ah, right."

Susan quickly found the sundress her aunty had suggested and put it on. Then she was following her aunty down to the study where a large fire place could be seen with a fire blazing away. There they waited for Harry to arrive, which only took a few seconds.

The fire burst into brilliant green, signifying the use of someone flooing their house. A few seconds later, a young man with raven colored hair shot forth from the fire.

Of course, the term 'shot forth' in this instance was very literal.

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