The-Muggle-Who-Knew-Too-Much

The Very Busy Day

It was what most people would call a lazy day, but for one muggle woman it was nothing of the sort. Years back if you were to tell her that this day was to happen she might have thought you mad. So much had changed since then and in a stroke of hard-fought brilliance she'd become more than she could have ever dreamed. Today was the day her work would be finished in its entirety. Years of study and creativity had pulled together to form such a treasure, so today would be a VERY hectic day.

Unknown to the busy muggle, two teenagers crouched outside her window. One, a male, was busy checking over the list one of his best friends had prepared for him. As usual, he'd planned to barge in unprepared but, also as usual, he had been presented a flawless plan for this task that was beginning to become too usual. The other teen, a female, peeked excitedly through the window at random moments, disappearing from sight as fast as she had come.

After marking off the final number on the BEFORE list, the young man pulled out the DURING list then elbowed the girl. He whispered very quietly, "If you don't stop popping your head up there, you're sure to get us caught. It's a wonder she hasn't seen you!"

The girl replied, also at a whisper, "Eh, she's too busy to notice me." She slunk to the ground anyway and looked over his shoulder. "She won't remember anything anyway, least she never has so far…Even after the ruckus I cause the first time!"

"She probably wasn't near as guarded about it the first time, but now…" He frowned as he was cut off.

"I know, I know. This is a very important day in all of our lives." She rolled her eyes, knowing though that it was quite true.

After memorizing the next list, he looked at the female with worry. "You do remember all the steps…and you did perfect performing them right…silently!"

"Yes…" She paused a moment then grinned. "Well, mostly. I don't see why I couldn't have just gotten one of father's…" It was now her turn to be interrupted.

"He is no longer in this picture, ok?" He gave her a reassuring smile, trying to ease the pain he realized he'd just caused. "We need to prove we can do this on our own, don't we?"

"I guess…so have you done your practice?" She raised an eyebrow as to question him.

"Well, let's just say that the other participants were stunned…and speechless by the way!" he shook his head at her then grabbed her arm and Apparated inside.

The woman spun in surprise but before she could get a word out, the young man had brandished a wand and a flash of light had hit her. Completely immobile, her eyes took in what she could see of the two. The girl was unfamiliar. Curly brown hair, so dark it was almost black and piercing eyes of the same hue. The girl had one familiar feature, her nose, but the woman couldn't place where she'd seen it before because it was offset by her rosy cheeks and a smile creeping across her lips. The boy, though, was way too familiar in an unfamiliar way. Thoughts raced through as she grasped the understanding of who he was, yet couldn't be.

As if feeling the thoughts directed toward him, he stepped forwards and began to speak, pointing his wand at the woman as he did so. The woman noticed that his mouth moved, but the words seemed to penetrate her mind instead of disturbing the complete silence that was all her ears could pick up. " We are very sorry, madam. I know you probably don't remember us…" frustration washed over his face as the other teen cut in by pushing his wand in another direction, breaking the speech.

The female pointed her wand at the muggle and carried on. "Of course you don't remember us. This is..." She looked over at the male with a slight smile that turned into a glare as he pushed past her once again.

"Howard Reynolds, and this is my sister Trisha Reynolds. We've come about the manuscript." He could feel the glare as the other made her way behind the woman. "We are truly sorry, madam, but this won't take long."

A flare came out of the female's wand, which was now pointed at the back of the woman's head. The light seemed to release an endless amount of tiny words that filled the entire room.

The woman instantly recognized the words to be some of her thoughts, but more were word for word what she had written. A sense of wonderment come over her as she spotted the red quill flying past her line of sight, the strings of words in front her own, the words behind slightly different, but just as she would have written the changes. She noticed it left most of her work intact, jumping from spot to spot, cutting small parts, adding extra pieces, changing a few details. One thing disturbed her though. Two names were completely erased! Their actions that were important were filled by other names that were commonly used throughout the writings, but the rest of what they had done was forgotten.

Finally, the quill disappeared and the words condensed into a line of light that vanished behind the woman's head, then the man named Howard, which the muggle knew wasn't his real name, nodded with approval. He then made his way behind her causing both of them to be out of sight. Next, there was another flash of light and…

The woman heard a popping noise behind her and turned to look. The odd thought that she'd been walking in the opposite direction the moment before flashed across her mind but she shrugged it off as nerves or stress with this big day.

A phone rang behind her so she walked over and picked it up, still trying to figure out what it was she felt she had forgotten. "Hello?"

"Hello, madam…" The rest of the words coming from the receiver faded away as two special thoughts flashed across her mind. She scribbled them down quickly because she felt that she was already losing them. She stared at them a while trying to understand where they had come from. A

Natasha Parkinson

Varian Parkinson

A voice, nearly shouting, from the phone still against her ear brought her back. "Are you still the Mrs. Rowling?"

"Yes, yes. I'm still here."