Moral Values
Chapter Two
"Buckle your seatbelt," Cappy told Harry, softly as she had been speaking the whole time.
Harry obliged to her orders, as he was driving away from the funeral grounds. They drove in silence until Cappy spoke up.
"You're not my uncle," she spoke out of nowhere.
His eyes were on the road but his thoughts were on the curiosity the girl was stirring in his mind with her statements. "What?"
"You're Daddy's cousin," she answered. "Grandmum used to always mention you."
He quietly noted how observant she was. She never missed a beat. Harry also thought she probably knew that he was the only family she had left, not counting Aunt Marge and her 'children'.
He drove up to Twelve Grimmauld Place, or Eleven and Thirteen as they could only see.
They got out of the car, and the little girl was looking at her surroundings. "I don't get it."
Harry turned around, his eyes sketching Cappy's confused facial features, as if he was trying to paint a portrait. "What don't you get?"
She sighed, "There's no twelve."
The man smiled, and took her hand into his. "Follow me."
He led her down a path until a beat up old door with a silver snake twisted around to make a knocker. He opened it up and she walked in, her jaw dropping to the floor. Her hazel eyes, no matter how big they were, couldn't drink in all the sights that the house offered.
Harry Potter looked at the girl's expression and couldn't help but smile. Hermione and Ron, along with Luna, had helped him redecorate the whole place one year, and the results turned out to be stunning. The creaky wooden floors were replaced with white marble. The walls that were once covered with peeling old wall paper were freshly painted red and gold. The old portraits had been removed, thankfully, and new portraits were up, smiling and waving at the welcomed guests.
"How are they waving?" Cappy asked, her eyes never leaving the portrait of lady whose hair kept changing colors.
"Magic."
Cappy turned to him and madness flashed through her eyes. "THERE'S NO SUCH THING!" and ran out the door.
"Yeah, she's Dudley's little girl, alright," Harry muttered under his breath while he ran outside to look for where the orphan went. He looked both ways and couldn't find the little girl. The dark haired man could only think of one option.
He ran back inside and quickly walked on the floors until he reached a telephone. He dialed a few number until he started to hear the ringing in his ear.
"Hermione?"
Sorry that my chapters are so short. I like writing littl cliff hangers or whenever I feel like the chapter should end. It's odd. But I love the reviews I've recieved and once again, thank you reptilia28 for your approval of the story so far! R&R!!