Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
After I finished writing in my journal I put it back under my mattress. Going downstairs, I glanced at a painting of a orchard. My grandmother (who I now live with), was always very obsessed with muggle objects and bought the painting off a muggle at a fair when she was in her twenties.
After walking into the kitchen, I instantly regretted it. My grandmother was trying (and failing) to make bacon. Instead she set off those muggle fire alarms she bought. I hated those things with a burning passion. Whenever my grandmother would cook she would set them off. After politely refusing burned slice of ham, I quietly slipped back upstairs with a store bought muffin.
I once again glanced at the orchard painting. No matter how much I hated to admit it, I did find the stillness of the painting interesting. Running my finger over the frame I closely inspected both the painting and the wood around it. I got the kind of feeling in my stomach that told me I was missing a detail in this. That's when I saw the carvings of words (later I found them to be Latin) on the side of the frame. Slowly reading the words out loud, the frame started to get a glowing look to it.
After some time of standing there like an idiot, I reached my hand up to touch the painting. Instantly the glowing stopped. Wondering if it was over and hoping that my grandma didn't find out that I touched her precious watercolor painting, three books landed on my head. After my ears stopped ringing from the impact, I examined them
On the cover there were a set of initials on each apparent journal:
H.J.P
H.J.G
R.B.W
I wonder who could those initials be... Thanks for reading! Since my chapters are so short I've decided to update a lot. So please rate and review. I'll get a new chapter up tomorrow.
