Harry Potters Imaginary Friend Chapter 2

I own nothing but my overactive imagination

"Angelica talking"

"normal talking"

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The cupcake was strawberry but with chocolate icing. Which was a very pleasant surprise. Angelica always tried to take a bite out of his cupcake, but since she was imaginary, she never needed to eat. Harry also won the game of chess they started earlier but Angelica never minded, he usually won.

Harry made two more crowns for him and Angelica during the two hours held for crafts. Today they brought out the glue and glitter and naturally she wanted a glitter surrounding the top edge of the hat. It took forever to dry too. To make them more durable they glued three pieces of paper together each and put glitter the outermost layer. When they finally dried he brought the two tube pieces to a staff member, who were the only people in the building that could touch the scissors, and asked her to cut slits in them. Finally, the crowns were complete and hopefully, these would last longer than two months.

Ever since he met with his visitors, a couple of teachers from some magic school. He felt he was being watched by someone other than the staff or his best friend. Harry glanced out the window again, thinking the presence was outside, but all he saw was the sunset reflected off the surrounding buildings windows.

"Some birthday huh?" Angelica broke the silence, effectively breaking him out of his thoughts. "First you get visitors, then you get chocolate frosting on your cupcake, and now we have these mighty crowns with glitter. I think we just had the perfect day," she said happily, smiling at him. "What are you thinking about now?" she tried nudging him in the shoulder, but as always, passed through a couple layers

He rubbed the spot that she touched, she always made him cold wherever she touched his skin.

"Just thinking about the men that visited me. Do you think that I'm magical?" he asked her. This too had been on his brain.

"I wouldn't know. All I've ever known is you. And if you are magical, maybe that's why you got chocolate on your cupcake this year."

Harry didn't know how she came to that conclusion but he laughed at the way she said it. Like she was on to something big and connected two previously missed points in the case.

"10 minutes till lights out" the new staff member called from the station. "Everyone line up for your meds."

Harry stood up from his spot at the table and walked over to the station. He had to take medication for his frequent nightmares. They weren't terrible, always a flash of green light blinding him and a woman screaming, but it was hard to get back to sleep afterward.

"What are you going to do tonight?" He asked her while waiting in line.

"I've been looking in a World Geography book and I think I have found a worthy challenge, one that would be at least three times harder than 'Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia'." She said boldly.

"You think you're up for the challenge? That seems impossible. Unless... Hey! It's not even an English word, is it?" He said accusing

"Of course, it wouldn't be an English word if I could only find it in a Geography book. It's your turn next." She confirmed and then directed his attention back to the line. "Plus, it's part of why I want to learn how to spell it, half the fun is in how to pronounce it."

"So what place is it? I mean It's got to be a town, somewhere small I bet." He turned and picked up his meds and swallowed them. "Thanks," he told the nurse and carried on with the conversation, walking the way to his room.

"It'someplacece in Wales I think." She looked around her person and pulled out a folded slip of paper. Undoing the folds, he saw an extremely long name.

"Llanfair pwllgwyngyll gogery chwyrn drobwll llan tysilio gogo goch."

[[Let us pretend he completely butchers the pronunciation, I find it much easier to just copy and paste long words. It's not like you can read it anyway]]

Wow. That is a huge mouthful of a name. You said that this is the name of some place in Wales? It took you months to get down 'Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia' and that was in English. How many hallways do you think it will take to get this one down. I don't envy your task in which you decided to undertake yourself. See you in the morning." He finished with handing her back her paper.

"See ya," she said and skipped down the hallway to spend the night with her words.

Harry walked in his room and decided to place his gifts in a better place than the bed. Picking up the book he looked over at the small shelves he was allowed in his room. His room was simple. Since he was a non-aggressive resident and followed the rules, he received a nicer room with his own personal bathroom attached, which he had to clean with supervision because of the bleach they used to clean most things. His room had been his for most of his stay and it showed. There were many drawings taped to walls at varying heights and there were his shoes by his door in case they went to the courtyard for playtime.

If you looked at the drawings long enough you could see two figures scattered around together, a boy and a girl. The boy had messy black hair, and the girl had long straight brown hair. Always side by side but never holding hands. They were always the same age too. She appeared when he was five, she also looked five. When they lived at the Dursleys she had pretty dresses dirty and worn with play, but when they started living in the ward she started wearing pajama pants and tee shirts like him. They always seemed to match, if he wore black pajama pants, she would be right next to him in white. Whenever they played music and sang he would always harmonize with her because he thought she sang pretty. They were best friends and he would never, could never, ever let her go.

Harry went through his usual routine for bed, he would brush his teeth and run a brush through his hair. Brushing his hair always seemed futile since it immediately went back to its previous state of unkemptness. Tomorrow he would get a haircut, they always cut hair on the first of the month and he was usually picked.

He looked in his little mirror that they placed on his wall and pushed the hair out of the way. He saw the strange scar that was shaped like a simplistic lightning bolt, just three straight lines, or it was one line with two sharp bends in it. He asked his Aunt once about how he got such a scar, she had told him, rudely, that it was from the car accident that killed his parents. She then told him to never ask questions.

He looked around the room again for anything out of place, he still felt like he was being watched and he didn't like it. Going to the window be made sure that it was shut and looked at the view from his window. It was on the second story and overlooked the courtyard. On the other side of the courtyard was a fence separating them from what they dubbed 'The Outside World'. It was nothing spectacular but a few yards outside the fence was a row of trees that they liked looking at when they started changing colors.

"Lights Out." he heard the staff yell down the hall.

Harry turned away from the window and went to bed.

Nothing eventful happened in the night but Harry was still feeling like he was being watched. He went through his morning routine. He showered, put on fresh pajamas, putting the old ones in the hamper to be washed, and made his bed. He met Angelica after he had his meds.

"Any progress?" he asked as he sat down with his breakfast. He picked up oatmeal today.

"A little. All I really can say is that is starts with a L and kicks around the alphabet the rest of the 57 letters." She said.

"Well, at least it's progress." He commended

The classes passed as normal. It rained so they weren't allowed outside. Instead, Harry read his new book, 'Gulliver's Travels' and jotted down a couple of words that he would look up in the dictionary later. Angelica hopscotched up and down the hallway, determined to memorize her new word.

"L-l-a-n-f-a-i-r- p-w-l-l. w? darn- it." He heard her chant from where he was seated. This had been going on since he came out of math class. He smiled to himself and reread the passage on the page.

He knew how her hopscotch played out, vowels were two tiles while the rest of them were one. She had made honorary vowels, like y and w, three tiles and it all depended on the word.

Writing down another note on the piece of paper he used as a bookmark, He heard his name being called. "Mr. Potter. You have another visitor."

'Another visitor?' confused, he stood up from his place next to the window and went to the hallway. "Hey Angelica, I got another visitor."

"Another one?" She had stopped her spelling to look at him with disbelief. "Wow, you're really popular now that your 11, aren't you?"

"I guess so. I'm thinking it's the men from yesterday. I did kind of leave them there." They were walking down to the visitors' area. Harry brought along his book "By the way, nice progress on that impossible to pronounce word."

"Thanks, I tried separating syllables but since I don't know how it's pronounced that was impossible, so I settled with breaking it into sections of 10. Thank you." the last part was for him opening the door for her.

They were back in the visitors' area and he saw the old man with a woman sitting next to him. He approached the table and again pulled both chairs away from the table.

"Hello, Mr. Dumbledore." He greeted "Have you figured out the situation that would allow me to attend this 'magic school?'"

"Good morning Harry. This is Professor McGonagall. And yes, I believe we have come up with a solution so that you can attend. We are going to try transferring you to another hospital until term starts. Until we can find a more permanent arrangement"

"Don't you need the Dursleys permission to move me?" Harry asked, surprised at the idea of being transferred from a place he considered home. He looked over at Angelica who also shared his look of surprise.

"There is no way the Dursleys are signing any paperwork to let you go to another, possibly better, hospital. That's like Dudley willingly giving you his dessert because he felt like you deserved it more than he did." She reasoned looking at the man like he deserved being in here.

"Of course, there's no way that they'd sign the paperwork for a transfer. Well, maybe if they didn't have to pay for the bill anymore. Then they'd be elated and rushing over here pen ready, get one last look at their 'freakish nephew' and forget about me forever."

"What makes you sure that we need their permissions to transfer you Mr. Potter?" the woman, McGonagall spoke up.

"Because they're my legal guardians." He said as if they were dense. "Because they put me in here for talking to Angelica. And because I must be crazy if I'm smarter than their precious Dudley, who they won't admit is only as smart as pumice. And if you don't get their permission, then it's an illegal transfer which could also be called kidnapping." He finished off.

"I assure you, It's not illegal. They aren't noted as your guardians and haven't been for some time." Dumbledore assured him, "You are listed as a ward of the state, but they are still paying for your treatment here."

"What do you mean 'haven't been for some time'?" Was that why he never heard from them?

"It means the staff noticed the state in which you were admitted and what your relatives said about you were false, removing them from being your guardians any further." McGonagall clarified.

Wow, the staff must really like him if they did that for him. Feeling gratitude for the staff members that have been long since replaced, he smiled.

"Aww, that was so nice of them. Too bad they can't do that for every kid in an abusive family. So what hospital are they going to transfer you too?" She said with a small smile on her face. No doubt thinking of the early staff of their stay.

"She wants to know which hospital you want to transfer me to. Since you don't have to ask the Dursleys for anything and all." Harry told his visitors'

"It is somewhat of a private clinic that goes by the name St. Mungo's Hospital. It has a long-term ward where you can be situated until term." Dumbledore informed, "There you will be looked over by specialists for the best treatment possible."

"How long would a transfer take?" Harry wondered. Seeing as he's lived in the long term, he wouldn't know this.

"We talked to the head Administrators about the transfer, and the soonest they can complete the process is on the 10th." She told me, us.

Ten more days here? Harry didn't know what to think. He never even considered living anywhere but here and he simply couldn't handle that thought. He stared blankly at the table.

"Harry? Harry?" Angelica was in his face. Concerned for her friend tried to shake him out of his state. "Harry?!" All that happened was additional goosebumps rising on his arms from the ones his body was making on its' own from fear.

The teachers saw the look of shock and the mental removal and were rightly concerned. The woman called over the staff who were watching at the edges of the room. The staff carried Harry off to the clinic area for shock and told his visitors to leave.

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