We arrived at this crowded little place. Hogsmeade, I believe is what the old man called it. The place looked old but brand new at the same time. We stopped at this fancy building; it looked like a lawyer's office. I was right; it was a lawyer's office. We walked inside and an old lady with long white hair greeted us with a smile.
"Hello dear, you must be Everlee. I'm Rose Sterling," she said as she reached her hand out to me.
I looked at her hand, then back up at her face and gave her a blank look, "Ever," I corrected her, and then I looked over at the old man, "What are we doing here?"
"This is where your parents' will is held. This is where you will be sign a document stating that you are Everlee McBeth, and claim all of your inheritance," he said. Then he motioned to the old lady and said, "And Rose was your parents' lawyer, whom you should definitely consider apologizing to," he said, staring down at me.
I cocked an eyebrow, "Why?" I asked. "I didn't hurt the woman."
The old man opened his mouth to say something, but the old lady beat him to it.
"It's quite alright, Albus. She doesn't mean anything by it. Let's take a peek at your parents will," she smiled, and turned around and walked down a skinny hall way.
We stayed where we were and waited. A few minutes later the old lady returned with a sheet of paper, and handed it to me.
"This is it, The will of David and Sarah McBeth. At the very bottom is where you need to sign, dear. And I will take care of the rest," she said with a smile.
'This woman smiles way too much,' I thought while taking the will. When I done that, gold sparks flew from the paper. I dropped it like it was on fire.
"What the fuck was that?!" I yelled staring at the piece of paper on the floor.
Dumbledork chuckled, "That just confirms that you are the real Everlee McBeth. If you weren't then black sparks would have erupted from the paper."
I rolled me eyes as I picked up the paper again, "A fucking warning would have been nice."
Incase you have yet to notice. Fuck, and fucking, just happens to be my favorite cuss words. Don't like it? Then hears a little advice. Get the fuck over it. My eyes skipped all the boring words, most of which I didn't understand anyway and went straight to the signatures at the bottom of the page.
I learned how to read and write from this one street kid, that was in her late teen's, when I was thirteen. She was nice. We stayed friends for quite awhile. Until one day she said she was going to go find us something to eat, and never returned.
David McBeth, the bottom left read. While the right read, Sarah McBeth.
I was actually holding a piece of paper my parents had once held, touched, wrote on. I felt tears come to my eyes. Which is odd, I haven't cried in years. I quickly blinked them back. Tears are nothing but a sign of weakness, they never help a damn thing.
I grab the pen the old lady held out and signed the piece of paper. After I was done, I shoved the piece of paper back at the woman and said, "Where's my money? And the keys to my home?"
She looked over at the old man in question, and I too turned around at him. He sighed as if dreading something, this pissed me off.
"What the fuck are you keeping from me?! Come on, say it all already!" I shouted at him.
"Your parent's house; it burnt down. Whoever it was that murdered your parents, burnt the entire house down. Nothing is left of it," he said with a look of sympathy.
"Oh that's just fucking great. So I don't have a home after all. That was just a damn lie to get me here wasn't it, old man?" I asked.
"I assure you it was not a lie. The money your parents have left to you is enough to buy you five homes, if that is your wish," he replied. "Also, if you have decided that you want to go to school, then you will live there until the end of the school year," he added.
I looked at the old lady that was just standing there and repeated, "Where's my money?"
"Its at Gringotts," she replied.
"Take me there," I demanded, turning to the old man. He nodded as a reply. I looked at the woman and walked out the door, knowing Dumbledork was right behind me. Not really watching where we were going, I followed him into a store. I hadn't been in a store unless it was to pinch something in years. That's when I noticed where we were.
"Why are we in a clothing store? I know I look terrible. I'm gonna work on changing that when I get money, okay?" I said, giving him a look of annoyance.
"I want you to look around, find some clothing that you like, try it on make sure it fits, and then bring it to me," he stated. Then he gave me a look that made me think twice about arguing, "And that's final. Go."
I gave him an ill look and headed off into the lady's section. I looked around for a while before finding a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt that said 'Quidditch Chick.' What the fuck that meant, I had no idea. I also grabbed a pair of panties and a bra 'cause I definitely needed 'em. Then, I walked over to the old man and handed him the clothes.
"You don't have to do this y'know? When I get my own money, I'm pretty sure I can buy my own clothes," I said, feeling weird at the fact, he was buying me clothes.
"I know I don't have to do this, but you need these things now. I don't want you walking any where else looking the way you do. After this we are going to the motel across the street and you will take a shower, brush your teeth, and put these new clothes on. Then we will go and get your money," he said while paying the clerk who was giving me a pitied look that just about pissed me off.
We walked over to the motel across the street, and Dumbledork had a few words with someone that looked like the manager and came back holding a plastic card. Then, we walked to room 112, and he went into the bathroom and motioned for me to follow, I followed and watched him sit my clothes down on the sink, then he turned around and faced me.
He muttered something I didn't catch, and flicked his wand. A light shot out from his wand and hit me. I felt an odd tingly sensation, and then all my itches were gone. If it has failed to come to your attention, I did live on the streets, not bathing or anything that's in the cleaning category. So I did have a few parasites and lice.
Dumbledork nodded his head in acceptance and said, "You should be parasite free now. Are you still itching?"
"No." I said more than a little amazed at how well magic works.
Dumbledork nodded once, and turned the shower on, "Get cleaned up. I'll be just outside if you need anything."
He then walked out leaving me to wash. When I got all my clothes off, I stepped into the shower, and thought about how I hadn't been in one of these in twelve years. It felt good. Washing off all the dirt, and mud, I felt lighter, better than I had in years. I must've stayed in there for an hour just washing off the years of filth until my skin was practically raw.
I stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and rubbed myself dry. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I gasped. I hadn't looked like this in years. My black hair was shiny again. My skin was clean, there was a bottle of lotion, and I used almost the whole thing so my skin was smooth. I could actually see my face without any dirt and mud caked on top of it. Now that I was clean, I put my new clothes on. I actually looked similar to that beautiful young girl I once was. I smiled, which is something I haven't done in quite a while. When I smiled, it automatically disappeared.
"Jeez, I need to brush my teeth." I picked up the tooth brush and tooth paste, and brushed my teeth. Once I was done, I smiled again, and was shocked at how white they were compared to before. I grabbed my knife out of my old shorts, and stuck it in the pocket of my new jeans, I still wasn't comfortable enough to walk around without it. I don't know if I ever will be comfortable enough to do that.
Deciding I was ready to go greet Dumbledork again, I opened the door. He smiled when he saw me, "Much better."
I smiled back and nodded. He got up and motioned for me to follow him. It was then that I decided that Dumbledork, had just went up a point in my book. He earned the right for me to no longer call him, old man. From then on, it was Dumbledore.
We came to a big building, by the name of Gringotts. We went inside, and Dumbledore motioned for me to wait here, and he went over to this dwarf looking person, and talked to him. Then he came back over to me, and handed me a key.
"You need to hold onto this. This is the key to your bank account here. Now, have you made up your mind about school?" he asked.
I looked at him and gave him a small smile, and replied, "I have, and I want to go to your school and be the witch, my parents would want me to be."