MUSINGS OF A HUFFLEPUFF
Sadly, I don't own Hogwarts or the subjects or most of the other things in this story. However, I do own... a muffin!
Chapter 1:
What Happens When You Blow Up A Diner?
Jennifer
My name is Jennifer Fitzgerald. I am 11 years old and I live in Springfield, Ohio. I also have two friends named Jane Deerfield and Emma Decksworth. The become important later on, and you'll see why, but first, I think it would be best to start with the night I blew up Divee Diner.
It was a clear summer night, and Jane, Emma, and I had decided to go out for a bit of fun. So we hopped in my mom's van and drove out to Divee Diner, a little place out in Oakwood Village. We climbed out and said "Bye" to our escort. When we walked in, no one payed a bit of attention to us. See, that's what's great about the Divee, it's the kind of place where no one pays any mind to three kids out without a parent.
No sooner had we sat down, though, when Jane shot a glance at two weirdos in robes and masks at the other side of the room, and stood back up. "Guys, we should leave." she said, and made for the door.
"Get...back...here..." I grunted, pulling her back to her seat. "What is with you?"I demanded, staring her in the face. Sure, those guys were a little creepy, but that was no reason to ditch us. It was weird, but Jane had always been more confident. But now she was shaking just at the sight of a couple of creepers in cloaks. It made me genuinely puzzled.
Jane's face was a picture of terror. "We need to leave. I'll explain later." I glanced over at Emma. She mouthed the words; We should do what she says.I raised my eyebrows, but we followed her towards the door. Just then, though, the people in robes stood up and blocked our way. They drew things that looked like thin, well crafted rods, and pointed them at us.
"Where do you think you're going, Mudbloods?" said one of them in a deep, rumbling voice that made me shiver. I looked at Emma, then Jane. Emma looked as bewildered as me, but Jane looked like she knew exactly what he had said, and had gone from scared to angry.
"For the record," she said loudly so all the diner could hear, "I am a half-blood, and 'Mudblood' is a very offensive and politically incorrect term." I could see her shaking with rage.
"Oh, the little one has something to say, does she?" taunted the other man, with a slightly squeakier voice. "Oh, she's so cute, I don't even think she's at Hogwarts yet! Hmm... I guess we'll have to teach her a lesson in manners! Crucio!" He yelled, and there was a red light. What happened next confused me and angered me at the same time. Jane was thrown into the air. She twisted and writhed in pain, and screamed loudly. I got a glance at her face, and it was clear to me that, although I didn't understand how, she was being tortured.
"ENOUGH!" I yelled, and, suddenly, there was an explosion. The walls of the diner burst apart. Strangely, no one seemed harmed except the two men, who lay on the ground, knocked out by shrapnel. Everyone else just seemed thoroughly shaken and confused. I would have taken more time to think about what had just happened, but Jane had come to and was dragging me and Emma, who was all but immobile with fear, away from where Divee Diner had once stood. She was muttering strange things.
"Come on... the Ministry of Magic will be here any minute now, or worse... the Death Eaters..."
"Jane, can I ask you a question?" inquired Emma. This was the first time she had spoken since the blowing up of Divee.
"Yeah?" responded Jane absentmindedly.
"Are you feeling alright?"