Chapter 1: The leaky Cauldron.
Chelbell2016:
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Selena's POV:
I wake up and immediately I feel like there is something wrong. It is 10am and my mum would usually have woken me up by now.
I head downstairs and hear hushed voices, I can tell one is my mothers and the other is my grandfather Albus. Heading into the living room I see both of them as well as Mr. Weasley.
I see that Mr. Weasley has gained a tan from being in Egypt.
"Hello Selena," Mr. Weasley says nodding his head. "I've come to take you to the leaky Cauldron."
I am supposed to be spending my last night before I return to school at the leaky Cauldron with Ron Weasley, Harry potter, Hermione Granger and the rest of the Weasley clan. Then tomorrow we will return to Hogwarts.
Harry, Ron and I have been best friends since our first year. Harry and I are also known as the boy and girl who lived. Because when Lord Voldemort tried to kill us it did not work.
My mum for some reason is glaring at him.
"Is something wrong?" I ask her.
"I don't want you to go," she says and motions to the paper from a few weeks ago. "Not with him out there."
There has been an escape from Azkaban, And what is worse is that its my father. Sirius Black. Because of this mum is even moving into the school,
"Mum," I say not wanting this to stop me from having some fun. "I promise I'll be careful and you will see me on the train tomorrow."
She sighs and seems to think about it. Before turning to my grandfather.
"What do you think I should do?" She asks.
His eyes twinkle as he winks at me.
"I think Selena is very capable of looking after herself," he points out.
Mum turns back to me.
"You do not go anywhere alone," she says and I nod my head. "I would prefer an adult with you but if not then at least two or more of your friends."
I nod and hug her tightly. "I'll be careful I promise."
She nods and I head upstairs to my room. I grab my owl. Her name is star as she is pure white with a star shaped spot on her head.
I head back down once I've got Star and my trunk. There I hug and kiss my mum and grandfather before turning to Mr. Weasley.
"Okay I'm ready to go," I say and head towards the fireplace.
I go first and floo to the leaky Cauldron where I am immediately pulled into a hug and spun around. I know straight away who it is.
"FRED WEASLEY!"I yell doing my best impression of Mrs. Weasley. "Put me down this instant."
He does and also looks a little scared. When I begin to laugh he ruffles my hair.
"You did a really good impression of my mum then," he nods his head impressed.
I hug George and the rest of the weasley's and Hermione. Then Hermione, Ron and I head out to find Harry who has been at the Leaky Cauldron for a week or two.
We could not find him at first so we decided to head to the ice cream parlour. As we sat and waited we finally spotted the messy head of hair that belonged to the final member of our group.
"Harry!" We yell and then louder to make sure he can hear us. "HARRY!"
He turns and smiles as he spots us. Walking towards us he takes in Ron's extra freckly and tanned appearance and Hermione's tanned look. They had both been on holiday.
"Finally!" said Ron, grinning at Harry as he sat down besides me. "We went to the Leaky Cauldron, but they said you'd left, and we went to Flourish and Blotts, and Madam Malkin's, and -"
"I got all my school stuff last week," Harry explained. "And how come You knew I'm staying at the Leaky Cauldron?"
I glance at Ron as he answers. "Dad."
Harry who had accidently blown up his uncles sister had recieved a warning from the ministry of magic. Mr. Weasley who worked at the Ministry would of course know what happened and Ron told us.
"Did you really blow up your aunt, Harry?" said Hermione in a very serious voice.
I glance at her before turning to hear Harry's answer.
"I didn't mean to," said Harry, while Ron roared with laughter. "I just - lost control."
"Ron!" I reprimend my friend.
"It's not funny, Ron," said Hermione sharply. "Honestly, I'm amazed Harry wasn't expelled."
I nod my head also worried.
"So am I," admitted Harry. "Forget expelled, I thought I was going to be arrested." He looked at Ron. "Your dad doesn't know why Fudge let me off, does he?"
"Probably 'cause it's you, isn't it?" shrugged Ron, still chuckling. "Famous Harry Potter and all that. I'd hate to see what the Ministry'd do to me if I blew up an aunt. Mind you, they'd have to dig me up first, because Mum would've killed me. Anyway, you can ask Dad yourself this evening. We're staying at the Leaky Cauldron tonight too! So you can come to King's Cross with us tomorrow! Hermione's there as well!"
Hermione nodded, beaming. "Mum and Dad dropped me off this morning with all my Hogwarts things."
"And Mr. Weasley collected me earlier," I tell them. "Although mum was reluctant to let me go."
"Why?" Harry asks.
"I'll explain later," I promise.
"Excellent!" said Harry happily. "So, have you got all your new books and stuff?"
"Look at this," said Ron, pulling a long thin box out of a bag and opening it to show us his new wand. "Brand-new wand. Fourteen inches, willow, containing one unicorn tail-hair. And we've got all our books -" He pointed at a large bag under his chair. "What about those Monster Books, eh? The assistant nearly cried when we said we wanted two."
"What's all that, Hermione?" Harry asked, pointing at not one but three bulging bags in the chair next to her.
"Well, I'm taking more new subjects than you, aren't IF' said Hermione. "Those are my books for Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, the Study of Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies -"
"What are you doing Muggle Studies for?" said Ron, rolling his eyes at Harry. "You're Muggle- born! Your mum and dad are Muggles! You already know all about Muggles!"
"But it'll be fascinating to study them from the wizarding point of view," said Hermione earnestly.
"Are you planning to eat or sleep at all this year, Hermione?" asked Harry, while Ron sniggered. Hermione ignored them.
"Leave her alone," I tell them off and say. "I'm taking Care of magical creatures and ancient ruins."
"I've still got ten Galleons," she said, checking her purse. "It's my birthday in September, and Mum and Dad gave me some money to get myself an early birthday present."
"How about a nice book? said Ron innocently.
"No, I don't think so," said Hermione composedly. "I really want an owl. I mean, Harry's got Hedwig and you've got Errol -"
"I haven't," said Ron. "Errol's a family owl. All I've got is Scabbers." He pulled his pet rat out of his pocket. "And I want to get him checked over," he added, placing Scabbers on the table in front of them. "I don't think Egypt agreed with him."
Scabbers was looking thinner than usual, and there was a definite droop to his whiskers.
"There's a magical creature shop just over there," said Harry, who knew Diagon Alley very well by now. "You could see if they've got anything for Scabbers, and Hermione can get her owl,"
"Someone has spent way too much time here," I smile and he nudges me.
So they paid for their ice cream and crossed the street to the Magical Menagerie.
There wasn't much room inside. Every inch of wall was hidden by cages. It was smelly and very noisy because the occupants Of these cages were all squeaking, squawking, jabbering, or hissing. The witch behind the counter was already advising a wizard on the care of double-ended newts, so Harry, Ron, and Hermione waited, examining the cages.
A pair of enormous purple toads sat gulping wetly and feasting on dead blowflies. A gigantic tortoise with a jewel-encrusted shell was glittering near the window. Poisonous orange snails were oozing slowly up the side of their glass tank, and a fat white rabbit kept changing into a silk top hat and back again with a loud popping noise. Then there were cats of every color, a noisy cage of ravens, a basket of funny custard-coloured furballs that were humming loudly, and on the counter, a vast cage of sleek black rats that were playing some sort of skipping game using their long, bald tails.
The double-ended newt wizard left, and Ron approached the counter.
"It's my rat," he told the witch. "He been a bit off-color ever since I brought him back from Egypt."
"Bang him on the counter," said the witch, pulling a pair of heavy black spectacles out of her pocket.
Ron lifted Scabbers out of his inside pocket and placed him next to the cage of his fellow rats, who stopped their skipping tricks and scuffled to the wire for a better took.
Like nearly everything Ron owned, Scabbers the rat was secondhand (he had once belonged to Ron's brother Percy) and a bit battered. Next to the glossy rats in the cage, he looked especially woebegone.
"Hm," said the witch, picking up Scabbers. "How old is this rat?"
"Dunno," said Ron. "Quite old. He used to belong to my brother."
"What powers does he have?" said the witch, examining Scabbers closely.
"Er -" The truth was that Scabbers had never shown the faintest trace of interesting powers. The witches eyes moved from Scabbers's tattered left ear to his front paw, which had a toe missing, and tutted loudly.
"He's been through the mill, this one," she said.
"He was like that when Percy gave him to me," said Ron defensively.
"An ordinary common or garden rat like this can't be expected to live longer than three years or so," said the witch. "Now, if you were looking for something a bit more hard-wearing, you might like one of these -"
She indicated the black rats, who promptly started skipping again. Ron muttered, "Show-offs."
"Well, if you Don't want a replacement, you can try this rat tonic," said the witch, reaching under the counter and bringing out a small red bottle.
"Okay," said Ron. "How much - OUCH!"
Ron buckled as something huge and orange came soaring from the top of the highest cage, landed on his head, and then propelled itself, spitting madly, at Scabbers.
"NO, CROOKSHANKS, NO!" cried the witch, but Scabbers, shot from between her hands like a bar of soap, landed splay-legged on the floor, and then scampered for the door.
"Scabbers!" Ron shouted, racing out of the shop after him; Harry followed.
I turn back to Hermione and see that she is staring at the animal that had attacked Ron. It's a cat. As I watch her I know that it will not be an owl Hermione is taking with her.
We leave the shop and head towards the boys Hermione is holding the cat.
"You bought that monster?" said Ron, his mouth hanging open.
"He's gorgeous, isn't he?" said Hermione, glowing.
That was a matter of opinion, thought Harry. The cat's ginger fur was thick and fluffy, but it was definitely a bit bowlegged and its face looked grumpy and oddly squashed, as though it had run headlong into a brick wall. Now that Scabbers was out of sight, however, the cat was purring contentedly in Hermione's arms.
"Hermione, that thing nearly scalped me!" said Ron.
"He didn't mean to, did you, Crookshanks?" said Hermione.
"And what about Scabbers?" said Ron, pointing at the lump in his chest pocket. "He needs rest and relaxation! How's he going to get it with that thing around?"
"That reminds me, you forgot your rat tonic," said Hermione, slapping the small red bottle into Ron's hand. "And stop worrying, Crookshanks will be sleeping in my dormitory and Scabbers in yours, what's the problem? Poor Crookshanks, that witch said he'd been in there for ages; no one wanted him."
"Wonder why," said Ron sarcastically as they set off toward the Leaky Cauldron.
They found Mr. Weasley sitting in the bar, reading the Daily prophet.
"Harry!" he said, smiling as he looked up. "How are you?"
"Fine, thanks," said Harry as he, Ron, Hermione and I joined Mr. Weasley with A their shopping.
Mr. Weasley put down his paper, and I see my fathers picture staring back at me.
"They still haven't caught him, then?" Harry asked sending me a sympathetic look.
"No," said Mr. Weasley, looking extremely grave and I glance at him. "They've pulled us all off our regular jobs at the Ministry to try and find him, but no luck so far."
"Would we get a reward if we caught him?" asked Ron. "It'd be good to get some more money -"
"Don't be ridiculous, Ron," said Mr. Weasley, who on closer inspection looked very strained. "Black's not going to be caught by a thirteen-year-old wizard. It's the Azkaban guards who'll get him back, You mark my words."
At that moment Mrs. Weasley entered the bar, laden with shopping bags and followed by the twins, Fred and George, who were about to start their fifth year at Hogwarts; the newly elected Head Boy, Percy; and the Weasleys' youngest child and only girl, Ginny.
Ginny, who had always been very taken with Harry, seemed even more heartily embarrassed than usual when she saw him, perhaps because he had saved her life during their previous year at Hogwarts. She went very red and muttered "hello" without looking at him. Percy, however, held out his hand solemnly as though he and Harry had never met and said, "Harry. How nice to see you.
"Hello, Percy," said Harry, trying not to laugh.
I hope you're well?" said Percy pompously, shaking hands. It was rather like being introduced to the mayor
"Very well, thanks -"
"Harry!" said Fred, elbowing Percy out of the way and bowing deeply. "Simply splendid to see you, old boy -
"Marvelous," said George, pushing Fred aside and seizing Harry's hand in turn. "Absolutely spiffing."
Percy scowled.
"That's enough, now," said Mrs. Weasley.
"Mum!" said Fred as though he'd only just spotted her and seizing her hand too. "How really corking to see you -"
"I said, that's enough," said Mrs. Weasley, depositing her shopping in an empty chair. "Hello, Harry, dear. I suppose you've heard our exciting news?" She pointed to the brand-new silver badge on Percy's chest. "Second Head Boy in the family!" she said, swelling with pride.
"And last," Fred muttered under his breath.
I don't doubt that," said Mrs. Weasley, frowning suddenly. "I notice they haven't made you two prefects."
"What do we want to be prefects for?" said George, looking revolted at the very idea. "It'd take all the fun out of life."
Ginny giggled.
"You want to set a better example for your sister!" snapped Mrs. Weasley.
"Ginny's got other brothers to set her an example, Mother," said Percy loftily. "I'm going up to change for dinner..."
He disappeared and George heaved a sigh.
"We tried to shut him in a pyramid," he told Harry. "But Mum spotted us."
Dinner that night was a very enjoyable affair. Tom the innkeeper put three tables together in the parlour, and the seven Weasleys, Harry, Hermione and I ate their way through five delicious courses.
"How're we getting to King's Cross tomorrow, Dad?" asked Fred as they dug into a sumptuous chocolate pudding.
"The Ministry's providing a couple of cars," said Mr. Weasley.
Everyone looked up at him.
"Why?" said Percy curiously but I had a feeling I already knew
"It's because of you, Perce," said George seriously. "And there'll be little flags on the hoods, with HB on them"
"- for Humongous Bighead," said Fred.
Everyone except Percy and Mrs. Weasley snorted into their pudding.
"Why are the Ministry providing cars, Father?" Percy asked again, in a dignified voice.
"Well, as we haven't got one anymore," said Mr. Weasley.
When he says this it reminds me of the time Mr Weasley use car was drove to the school by Harry and Ron. It now resides in the forbidden Forest.
"-And as I work there they're doing me a favour," Mr. Weasley continues but I know for a fact that is probably because of my father.
Like Harry I'd noticed that Mr Weasleys ears had gone red just like rons did when he was under pressure.
"Good thing to," Mrs Weasley says briskly. "do you realise how much luggage you go got between you and I thought you'd be on the muggle underground. You're all packed aren't you."
"Ron hasn't put his new things in his trunk yet," Percy says in a long suffering voice. "He's dumped them on my bed."
"You better go and put properly run because we won't have much time in the morning," Mrs Weasley called down the table.
Ron scowled at Percy.
After dinner everyone felt very full and sleepy one by one they made there way upstairs to there to check the things for the next day.
I am sharing a room with Ginny. We make sure things are packed and head to bed too excited to go back to school tomorrow.
Chelbell2016:
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