Chapter 3.

"Good Night Kids." called Mrs. Figgs from her room, in the four bedroom house. Isabella and Harry made up a plan to wait until Mrs. Figgs was snoring peacefully then Isabella would knock on Harry's door, three times softly. According to Isabella Mrs. Figgs sleeps through anything. They were hoping to leave for Club Magic at 8:00. Now 7:30, ( Mrs. Figgs made them go to bed extremly early) Harry looked at his clothes and he didn't really have anything to wear. He had was Dudley's old outfits, some black robes, and a suit incase Mrs. Figgs brought him anywear he had to look respectable. He pulled on one of Dudleys baggy jeans and a shirt that almost fell down to his knees. He looked in the mirror. He didn't know how Isabella was planing on getting into the club. Harry knew some of the fourth years at his school were as short as Harry but you could still tell they were older than him. He herd three knocks on the door and opened it up, Harry didn't know how she did it but she really did look 14, maybe even older.

"You ready?" she asked

" Err..., yeah, guess so." Isabella's eyes ran over Harry. But then she looked away quickly.

"We have to get you some new clothes." said Isabella. Harry wasn't offended.

"The Dursley's house is on our way, I can pick up some of my better clothes. They don't know I have them or they'd take 'um right away."

"Okay, but let's stop in the kitchen first," whisperd Isabella, "I'm parched." Down in the kitchen she poured them some juice.

"You look really older, how did you do it?" asked Harry as he drank his juice. She smiled, " Oh, well I put some make-up on. Here, stand still" she pulled out something and dabbed it on him. There you look older already. And he felt older too. As he passed the miror, he saw how much older, he did look, it was remarkable. When they got to the Dursley's house he saw that the Dursley's had never left for France. Harry guessed they just wanted to get rid of him for a month. Harry didn't care. He was having way more fun than he would there. The Dursley's kept the key underneath the mat on the doorstep.

"I'll be right back" said Harry. He came out wearing some cool clothes he had got last time in Diagon Ally. The club was two more blocks over. It mothing like Harry had ever seen. There were lights and music coming from every direction. Everyone was dancing like crazy. The theme was magic, like the name of the club. Some of the teens chose to dress like witches, wizards, ghosts,and faires.

" That's not anything like a witch would dress." said Isabella frowning at a girl about 16 walk by.

"Oh, arn't you the specialist, and how does a witch dress?" asked Harry sarcasticly.

"Err, I don't know. But proubly not like that." Isabella mutterd, now slightly pink. But now it was Harry's turn to blush. As he saw all the kids dancing he relized he didn't know how to dance. Once in gym class at his muggle school, they had to learn how to waltz. This was nothing like it. So they sat down. They were just some friends hanging out so when a slow song came on they sat down.

Isabella looked down at Harry's watch. "What's that?"

"My watch, it tells the time." Harry said kinda confused.

"Cool, What time is it?"

"Quarter past eight."

"Okay, we can't stay long maybe till 9:30. Grammy's gonna get us up early. A guy about 16 came over and asked Isabella to dance.

"Do you mind? she asked Harry.

"No." but for some reason Harry did. Harry watched her walk away and get lost into the croud. There was a bar in the corner that sold non-alcholic drinks. Harry went over and sat down and ordered a root beer. It was noting like the butter beer he liked but it was good anyway.

"Harry?," Asked the girl next to him,

"Is that you?"