Disclaimer:- Don't own Harry Potter Never have, never will.

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to post the last chapter up, so I made sure to finish this one as soon as possible.


Arthur Wilson

Arthur Wilson was a wand maker who is said to have lived 943-998. He was born into an extremely poor wizard family, whom were forced to live without magic, as he was youngest of twelve, he was given the toughest chores. When he turned thirteen he decided to make his own wand, to relieve him of his work. After several failures, he managed to create successful wand. On that fateful day, he decided on being a wand craftsman for the remainder of his life. Over a the next decade, he became known as the greatest wand maker of all time. He was killed for marrying a muggleborn. Everyone with a wand made by him was forced to burn it. His most brilliant wand survives though, a wand so powerful that it destroy the world if used wrong.

Hermione was at the library again, reading the book and thinking about all the things that had happened since she had moved, she had moved house, she had become friends with Harry, she had started ignoring Harry, oh and she had found out that magic was real. The last two were thanks to her big, magical book.

Hermione had spent the past three days constantly reading the book. Between the talking pictures, the figures that walked around outside of the paper, and the strange noises it sometimes made, she was positive magic existed.

She had to admit, it was an enormous shock when she opened the book for the first time. The minute she saw the photo moving, the world as she knew it ended. For a few hours all Hermione did was sit there looking speechless. Then she started reading it again, and found the most extraordinary things in it, Hermione knew that this wizard and witch world was more complex than she could ever have imagined.

She read it every day at school, in break and lunch. She refused to talk to anyone else, in case they discovered the book, which meant that she hadn't talked to Harry since. Hermione was over halfway through the book now, so it would only be another few days before she had finished the book. Once she had finished the book she would tell Harry.

Then, she realised the true reason she was hiding the book from Harry. It wasn't because it needed to be examined, it was because she wanted to keep this knowledge to herself. Hermione put the book in her bag. She was being selfish, but it was nice to have a secret that only she knew. Even when it wasn't really her secret to keep.


Harry was locked in his cupboard, in the dark. After Dudley told Uncle Vernon what had happened at school he had been stuck in here as soon as he finished school. Still, it was better than doing chores. Well, actually, he would almost rather be doing chores, at least it was going to take his mind off having to visit the Headmaster soon.

"Come and help me finish cooking." Aunt Petunia screeched "Hurry up!"

Harry spoke too soon.

"I'm coming." Harry called, stepping into the hall

Harry blinked a few times, waiting for his eyes to adapt to the light. As they did, Harry noticed that Dudley and Uncle Vernon were dressed in smart shirts and trousers. Harry looked down at his grubby clothes t-shirt and dirty baggy jeans, Aunt Petunia was going to make him change into one of Dudley's old suits.

"Once you've finished making dinner you can get changed. I'll even save you the leftovers. "

"Yes Aunt Petunia. " He said, keeping an eye on the stove

"Look at me when I talk to you. Whilst we're there you can't speak out of line, not once."

"Harry, you almost burnt the beef, keep your eye on the stove. "

Harry got dressed as fast as he could, then quickly ate the small portion of food. It was almost time for the meeting with the Headmaster , which Harry was terrified of. He had decided to take Hermione's word for it, that the headmaster had a plan.

Before Harry knew it, he was waiting outside the office again, to be called in. The Dursley's looked smug, after all, it was him that was getting in trouble. Aunt Petunia was too busy fixing up her peach, floral patterned dress that made her look like she belonged in the fifties.

Mr Nightingale stepped out of his office, looking quite cheerful.

"Good evening, you must be Dudley's parents, as you probably know I'm Mr Nightingale. Please, do come in. "

They were taken through the office into the staff room, which looked far more elegant without the teachers in it. Mr Nightingale motioned for them to take a seat at the large table. After they had been offered drinks, wine for the adults and orange juice for Harry and Dudley, the real conversation begun. Harry shrank back into his seat.


"So what do you think would be an appropriate punishment for Harry?" Mr Nightingale asked

"The boy misbehaved, I think the harsher the punishment the better." Mr Dursley said

It wasn't going to be hard to get enough evidence to prove that the Dursley's favoured their own child. Mr Nightingale was shocked about the way that Mr Dursley was talking about his nephew, by calling him 'the boy' in such a rude tone. Mr Dursley was a stupid man to walk into here and be so harsh to a child.

"Harry has a habit of being nasty, always ruining the furniture and breaking ornaments. Not only this, but he doesn't seem grateful at all. We took him into our home, fed him-" Mr Dursley said

"Hardly." Harry murmured

"What did you say boy." Mr Dursley seemed to forget where he was "As soon as we get home you'll be straight in the cupboard, and you'll stay there for a month. "

Mrs Dursley signalled for her husband to stop talking, but Mr Dursley had already said too much. This was the perfect chance to get them to reveal more about Harry's life at home.

"I'm glad that you know how to punish boy's properly. "

"Well, the boy needs to learn his lesson, I shouldn't have taken him in in the first place. After all, I don't need freaks like him in my house. "Mr Dursley ranted

Mr Nightingale was shocked, Dudley's parents weren't ignorant to the fact that Dudley was a bully. This was child abuse. It made sense now.

"Have you ever tried to beat the nonsense out of him? "

"No, but I should. At the moment all he gets is no food for a few days. I tell Petunia that we should beat him all the time but doesn't believe in teaching children a lesson. "

Mr Nightingale was utterly disgusted by this man, how dare he treat a child like this. Even if Harry was an awful child, which Mr Nightingale doubted he was, it would still be completely out of line. There was no doubt that the Dursley's had done enough to be sent to court. It was rather a shame that Harry and Dudley would be sent to an orphanage, or to foster parents.

"So I think that it would be a good idea to keep him in detention every day after school for a month, and suspend him for a day or two next week."

After discussing Harry's punishment, in which Mr Dursley revealed that Harry always slept in a cupboard, the Dursley's finally left. It was already ten o'clock, he thought it would be better if he waited until the morning before making any important calls.

Mr Nightingale finishedoff the rest of the wine, today had been a very long day.

As Hermione was driving into school, she was debating what to do. Either ignore Harry, become friends with Harry again without telling him about the book

When she went into lessons, she noticed that the seat next to Harry was empty. Hermione nervously went up to her teacher to ask if she could To her surprise, the teacher said that she was allowed. Harry looked at her in surprise, he probably thought that she was angry at him before. Hermione smiled at him, and took her seat.

"Hi Harry." Hermione whispered

"Hi. "

"Listen Harry, I'm sorry I ignored you before, but at break I have something really important to tell you. I think It'll make up for everything." Hermione whispered "But you cant tell anyone, not a soul. Promise? "

"I promise."