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People sharing the same train compartment with Hagrid and Clarie must be having an extraordinary day. Hagrid, who was larger than usual people, occupied two seats and kept pointing around and telling Clarie about how funny the muggles design things and how dreadful their things are and how they managed without magic and etcetera.

When they almost arrived at London, Hagrid said, 'Do yeh still have yer letter, Clarie?'

'Yes,' she said, as she took out the envelope, just to sure it was still there.

'Good,' said Hagrid. 'There's a list of what yeh'll need.'

Clarie took out another piece of parchment she didn't noticed. She unfolded it read:

HOWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Uniform

First-year students will require:

Three sets of plain work robes(black)

One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

One winter cloak

Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags

Set Books

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1 by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them by Newt Scamander

A Brief Theory of Dark Magic by Jennifer Norton

Other Equipment

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST-YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED ON THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

'We can buy all these in London?' Clarie asked.

'O' course,' Hagrid said, as they stepped off the train. 'And people of our world will be so excited when they see you!'

'Why would they be?' Clarie asked, and jogging in order to catch up with Hagrid's large steps.

'Yeh don' know?' Hagrid said, unbelievably. 'Blimey, I forgot – yeh were famous, probably just next to yer brother, since the day yeh and Harry were taken out.'

'Why?' Clarie said, sounding excited, as she wanted to know all the details – why she was sent to the Chambers, why her parents died, what exactly happened to her and Harry and why was she famous.

'Yeh'll know, some day' was the simple reply from Hagrid.

Clarie has never been to London, as Aunt Claudia and Uncle Casper left her at home every time they go. She was fascinated: she's never seen any city like this, with people crowded everywhere, so many high-rise buildings and blazing stores with fabulous items for sell. But none of them seemed to be for selling cauldrons or wands.

Hagrid hurried through the astounded people around staring at him, and Clarie had to run to catch up with him so fast that she was panting when he finally stop in front of a big book shop. 'Here we are,' Hagrid said. 'The Leaky Cauldron.'

Clarie was about to argue that there's no sign of any place called The Leaky Cauldron when she finally made out a small, dark store on the right of the gigantic, bright bookstore, with a small tag tagged 'The Leaky Cauldron'. Judging by the passer-bys, Clarie could almost be sure no one except she and Hagrid could see the place.

'C'mon, Clarie, I'm starving. Let's get lunch first before we started shopping.' Hagrid said, as he pushed open the wooden door and entered it.

It was a dark, shabby and grubby-looking pub. A few young women dressing in strange-looking robes were at the bar table enjoying glass of what seemed like champagne. Two men were sitting at a round table talking loudly with two large bottles of what appeared to be whisky. An old barman, who was quite bald and looked like a gummy walnut. Everyone seemed to know Hagrid; they waved and smiled at him when he and Clarie went to another circular table for a seat. A few young women casted Clarie a strange sight of mild interest.

'Something for lunch, Hagrid?' the barman came to their table with a menu.

Hagrid took a look and handed it to Clarie. Clarie thought for a while and said, 'a set C please.'

'A set B for me, and a bottle of Butterbeer. Please hurry, Tom. We have loads ter buy for Clarie.'

'So this is Clarie?' Tom the barman asked, and shook Clarie's hand warmly. 'Pleasure to meet you, Clarie. Is this your first time to our world? Um, Miss...'

'Yes! It's my first time here. Your pub is absolutely fascinating!' she said enthusiastically, as she took a glance around the place. To many witches and wizards it appeared to be a normal, old and shabby dark pub, but at sight of the self-working utensils and magically working stuff amazed Clarie.

'Well, then, welcome to our world, Clarie,' Tom said. 'Your dishes will be here in a moment!'

Tom hurried back to his working place, and waved what appeared to be his wand and some frying pans, food started to work on their own and cooked their dishes. Clarie's jaw dropped open when a freshly grilled steak was placed on the table in front of her, sending her a fainting appealing scent, as she just realised how hungry she was.

'Slow it down, little tiger, I can't send yeh to St Mungo's now,' Hagrid said.

'St- um, Mungo's?' she asked with her mouth filled with the appetizing meal.

'That's our hospital. I don't want to send yeh in with a belly ache!'

'Of course I don't want to, Hagrid. Oh, I just can't wait to start school!'

'Speaking of Hogwarts, Hagrid, I heard Claire Potter is starting this year, or am I mistaken?' Tom said as he came with a bottle appeared to be the butterbeer Hagrid ordered for.

'Well, to clarify, she's actually Cla-rie Potter. I guess we've all been mistaken for years,' Hagrid said as he gulped down a large mouthful of beer.

The pub went dead silence and everyone turned towards them.

A young witch said, 'You're pulling our legs, aren't you, Hagrid? We thought the Daily Prophet was making a typing mistake only.'

'Even so, are you saying this little girl here is actually Clarie Potter?' a man asked.

'She is,' Hagrid said, and patted on Clarie's back, who had stopped wolfing down the dish placed before her. 'Clarie Potter, say a hi ter everyone.'

'Huh?' she stared at Hagrid unbelievably. She set down her fork and cleared her throat and said, 'Um, hi, everyone. My name's Clarie Potter.'

Suddenly Tom grabbed her hand and shook vigorously and said, 'Welcome back, Miss Potter, welcome back!'

'You see? I told you!' a witch ran up to Clarie and squeaked ecstatically, and studied deeply at Clarie's face, making her a little uncomfortable. 'She looks just like the replica of Lily, as if they were twins. Yes, yes, I can't be anymore mistaken, you look a great deal like your mother, except for your eyes. You have your father's big, black eyes.'

Clarie recalled her bits and pieces of her memories of her parents.

Then after thirty minutes Hagrid paid the bill with some strange-looking golden coins from his pocket – that's when Clarie realised his cloak was made of pockets - and went to the back of the bar, and a few people shook hands with Clarie for one last time.

Then they went into the walled courtyard at the back of the bar. Hagrid started to count bricks. 'Three up... two across... right, stand back, Clarie.'

He tapped the brick thrice and the wall withered – it wriggled – in the middle, a small hole appeared and it grew bigger as the bricks wheeled around to make way for them.

'Welcome,' Hagrid said, with a grin on his face when he saw Clarie's amazed face. 'To Diagon Alley.'

They stepped out into the street and immediately the bricks wheeled around and turned back into a solid wall. Then Clarie was preoccupied by the scene she was at: a long path it was, with blazing shops selling the most extraordinary things, such as Potage's Cauldron Shop, which displays a wide range of cauldron of all sizes and all materials (except from wood), Magical Menagerie that you can hear strange noise from toads' croaking to cats purring, and so much more shops that she almost couldn't resist from the tempt of running into each and every shop for a look first.

Suddenly she was drawn back to reality by a thought and she said, 'But I haven't got any money, Hagrid: Aunt Claudia said she won't pay for me.'

'She did say that,' Hagrid agreed. 'But don't yeh think that yer parents hadn't leave yeh a thing?'

They headed to a marble building at the end of the street. 'This is Gringotts,' Hagrid said. 'Wizard bank, run by goblins.'

'Goblins?'

'Yes, and don' try to mess with 'em, goblins. They are nasty creatures, but they run this bank quite well – in fact, it was probably the safest place to keep things, maybe except Hogwarts.' Hagrid said, and they went up the stairs. They passed through a bronze double-door and saw it: it must be a goblin, about a head shorter than Clarie with a mean-looking face with goat beard and very long fingers. He bowed, though not looking sincerely with a most nasty grin Clarie had ever seen. Hagrid opened a second pair of double-doors, this time with a poem engraved on the golden surface:

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn,

So if you seek beneath our floors,

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure here

The goblin opened the door, bowed again and said in a nastily, drawling voice, 'Please enter.'

Clarie, dreadful of the horrific manners of the goblin, kicked him when she passed by him, with a winning grin. The goblin, however, shot her an unforgivable look and a horrific smile and snapped his finger towards her. At once, Clarie heard a sizzling sound, like something was on fire and she felt a burning hot sensation on her back accompanied by a scent of burned cloth, and immediately she realised her back was on fire.

'Hagrid!' she squealed as lightly as possible, hoping no one realised, but most goblins in the place turned and stared at her, all wearing a mocking smile. Hagrid saw the blouse on fire and sent some water with his umbrella and put off the flames. But he didn't succeed in mending the blouse, leaving a brown hole on the blouse.

'I've told ya, don' mess with the goblins,' he mumbled, as he was kneeling down to check if she's hurt.

'I hate their manners,' she muttered. 'Those ungrateful, disgusting, cut-throat creat-'

'Yeh best shut your mouth before yeh got yourself into more trouble,' Hagrid whispered, and Clarie saw two goblins passing by gave her a nastily disgusted and angry look.

They reached an empty counter with an old goblin sitting by the table. 'Good afternoon,' said Hagrid. 'We've come ter take some money outta Miss Clarie Potter's safe.'

'You have her key, sir?'

'Got it here somewhere,' said Hagrid, searching over his pockets and finally he found a golden little key in a pocket near his big belly. 'Ahh, here it is.'

He handed the key over to the goblin. The goblin examined it and said, 'That seems to be in order. Alright, oi! Grawnuts!'

Another goblin came to the counter and the first one said, 'Take the two customers down to their vault.'

Clarie gave a little fake cough which sounded oddly like 'Gone nuts!' the goblin stared up at her and his long, thin fingers ready to snap when Clarie shot him a if-you-set-me-on-fire-I-will-kick-you-out look. The goblin forced his thin lips into a terrible smile and led them into a place, strongly reminding Clarie of a coal-mining cave. Grawnuts whistled and what looked like a coal mining cart came towards them on the railway not far away. Hagrid managed to squeeze himself into a seat and Clarie hopped in with Grawnuts. Then the cart sped off without warning.

Clarie saw many crossroads on the way, but as though the cart can think itself and drove straight into one of the rails whenever it comes across such a situation. She looked back and found Hagrid looking rather green as if he was going to throw up any minute, but Clarie was beside herself with excitement and joy.

When they finally stopped beside a small door in the passage wall, Hagrid stumbled onto the ground and threw up into the endless depths of the cave. The goblin wrinkled his nose at Hagrid in disgust. Finally when he was done he handed the key to the goblin. Grawnuts stabbed the key into the keyhole and turned, and he pushed open the little door.

She couldn't believe her eyes: she saw mounds of gold coins. Columns of silver. Heaps of little bronze coins.

'They're all yers,' said Hagrid, looking pale but better than before. 'All yers and yer brother's'

Hagrid took out what appeared to be a money bag and started to help Clarie to shove coins into the bag. 'The golden coins are Galleons,' he explained. 'Seventeen silver Sickles to a Galleon and twenty-nine bronze Knuts to a Sickle. Easy enough to remember. Now do yeh mind to drive slower later?' He said to Grawnuts, who was closing the vault door. 'One speed only,' he said, with a nasty winning grin. 'And please don't vomit all over the place next time.'

After another crazy roller coaster-like cart ride, Clarie almost begged for another ride but Hagrid looked like he was going to throw up again.

When they got out of Gringotts Hagrid said, 'Listen, Clarie, I'm not feeling quite well and I think I'd better get myself a drink. Would you mind go to Flourish and Blotts to buy yer books first?'

'Great!' Clarie said happily. She hopped along the road into a bookstore marked 'Flourish and Blotts'.

If you ask how Flourish and Blotts looked like, it's probably a paradise for bookworms, and even people don't read much will probably go wild when they see the fantastic books. Clarie enter the store and soon got her eyes glued to a book called Curses and Counter-curses (Bewitch your Friends and Befuddle your Enemies with the Latest Revenges: Hair Loss, Jelly-Legs, Tongue-Tying and much, much more) by Professor Vindictus Viridian.

'Hello,' came a voice from Clarie's back when she was silently following the books instructions of performing a Full-Body Bind curse, which she almost jumped. 'Are you going to Hogwarts this year too?'

A pale boy, about half a head shorter than Clarie with mousey grey hair and with arrogant expression said. He was holding a big pile of books, all necessities of a first-year in Hogwarts. 'Yes, I am,' Clarie replied, with an edge of annoyance. She hated people disturbing her while reading.

'Wow, what's this book you're reading?' he asked and without asking for permission he snatched Clarie's book from her grip. 'Wow! This is really awesome! Would you mind to get yourself another copy? I want this.'

He reminded Clarie strongly of the popular girls in every school she had been in, being boastful and arrogant, as if they were the queen bee of a bee's have.

'What about,' Clarie snatched the book back and said, 'you get yourself another copy and stop sticking your nose into other's business?'

'Sorry to disturb you,' he blushed slightly, but he didn't seem sorry at all. 'But this book sounds really amazing! I can't wait to learn of its spells- just wait till you see me hexing those filthy little muggles at school!'

That sounded disgusting, Clarie thought. To be honest she did thought of hexing others, but never targeting at a specific group of people, such as muggles. And she even doubted if she were a muggle-born herself.

'Um, I have to get a few books over... there,' she said and pointed to some random stack of books. 'If you don't mind I would like to excuse myself.' And she squeezed herself through the crowds with a good reason to get away.

Clarie would be pleased if she can kick him like she did to the goblin in Gringotts, but she learnt a lesson of not to piss anyone off easily in this world. Quickly and swiftly she got her necessities plus the copy of Curses and Counter Curses and paid for them.

She stepped out of the store with a big sack of books when she saw Hagrid striding toward her, looking much better than in Gringotts. 'Hello, Clarie, bought all yer books already?' he said. Clarie shook her big sack and they went to another shop called Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.

Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve. 'Hogwarts, dear?' she said, when Clarie went towards her. 'Got the lot here – another young man being fitted up just now, in fact.'

Clarie followed her to the back of her shop as she hoped the boy Madam Malkin mentioned wasn't the boy she met in Flourish and Blotts. Luckily he wasn't, instead he was a boy with dark skin and dreadlocks, wearing a smile when she stood on the stool next to him. 'Are you starting Hogwarts this year?' he said, as Madam Malkin started to slip a long robe on her and began to pin at the right place.

'Yes,' she replied, without further taunting him as he wasn't disturbing her nor as hateful as the boy back in the bookstore.

'Have you been to Gambol and Japes Joke Store here? My mother has been telling me about how fabulous their goods are, and I can't wait to go there! Are you coming too?'

Clarie did not know much, but she understood the word 'joke shop'. 'I'd love to come!' she said. 'But...'

She turned to Hagrid at her back, and looked at him with a pair of lovely puppy dog pleading eyes. 'Well,' said Hagrid. 'Yeh may have a look in there, but we have to finish all yer shopping first.'

Clarie grinned widely and Madam Malkin said, 'That's you done, my dear. And by the way, did you realise that you got a hole burnt on the back of your shirt?'

'Yeah, I got it burnt in Gringotts,' Clarie replied, and tried to hide her back from the boy trying to get a peek with a playful smile. 'Reparo,' Madam Malkin waved her wand and said, and Clarie touched her back and the blouse felt perfect, with no holes. 'Thank you, Madam Malkin,' Clarie said gratefully, as she went to the cashier to purchase for her uniform.

'Well, see you at Hogwarts!' the boy yelled, and Clarie yelled back, 'See ya! Bye!'

No one had ever been this friendly to her, for she was too boyish to get along well in any girl's school. Aunt Claudia never allowed her to go to co-ed schools, and no one had ever approved or shared the interest of joking and being playful.

Their next stop was Potage's Cauldron shop. Clarie wanted so much to buy a set of shiny silver cauldron, but Hagrid said she needed pewter on her list. But they got her a nice set of scales for weighting ingredients and a collapsible telescope with elegant carves and linings on it. Then they headed for the apothecary's, where Clarie bought a set of basic ingredients for a first-year student.

'An' now yer wand left only,' Hagrid said as they left the apothecary's. 'Oh, and I forgot – yer birthday present!'

Clarie blushed a bit and said, 'Thank you, Hagrid, but I had my birthday in April already.'

Hagrid waved his hands and said, 'Doesn't matter, yeh can see this as a starting school present. I expect yeh didn't get much from the Chambers, though they seemed better than the Dursleys ("who the hell are the Dursleys?" Clarie thought). Anyway, I'm goin' ter get yeh a pet. Not a toad, yeh'll get teased – they're outta date now. I don' like cats either, they make me sneeze. I'll get yer an owl, they're dead useful, they can carry post fer yeh an' everything.'

Twenty minutes later, Clarie came out of Eeylops Owl Emporium with a beautiful eagle owl with fierce yellow eyes. She got so ecstatic that she was saying, 'Thank you, Hagrid; thank you!' all the way.

'It's nothing,' Hagrid waved. 'Now it's left ter Ollivanders fer yer wand – he sells the best in Britain.'

A wand... that's what Clarie was really longing for.

They entered a narrow and shabby shop and a bell rang as they stepped in. It was a tiny place, and almost every inch of the place was filled with shelves with boxes of wands, except for a counter and a spindly chair. Clarie glanced around, suddenly behaving like a 'normal little good girl' as she would describe, as if she entered a strict library where she wouldn't want to piss anyone off.

'Good afternoon,' said a soft voice. Clarie jumped, and Hagrid must have jumped to, because there was a loud thump and the ground shook.

An old man with wide, pale eyes who appeared to be Mr Ollivander stood before them.

'Hello,' said Clarie awkwardly.

'Ah yes,' Mr Ollivander said. 'I thought I'd be seeing you soon, Miss Potter. You inherited your father's eyes. It seems like he came into my shop yesterday, he bought a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. Great to use on transfiguration.' Clarie blinked and tried to recall what her father's wand looked like.

'Your mother, on the other hand, whom you resembles her so much, was chosen by a willow wand. Ten and a quarter inches. A swishy wand it was, nice wand for charm work.'

Mr Ollivander had come so close that their noses almost collided. Clarie could see her anxious reflection in his misty eyes.

'Unfortunately, I'm afraid it was also one of my wands that torn your family apart. Yes, thirteen and a half inches. Yew. A powerful wand it was, but its master killed so many people with it... I must say I'd not sell it if only I knew it would do such things...'

'Well, anyway, let's begin,' said Mr Ollivander. He pulled out a long tape with silver markings out of his pocket. 'Which is your wand arm?'

'Erm, I'm right-handed,' said Clarie.

Mr Ollivander took a piece of parchment and a quill out as he let go of the tape. The tape, then started measuring Clarie from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round her head. Mr Ollivander simply marked down the lengths whenever it gave him a result.

Then he took back the tape and stuffed it back into his pocket. Bring the marked parchment, he started searching the shelves and said, 'Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful substance, Miss Potter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feather and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, phoenixes or dragons are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results using another wizard's wand, unless you win their loyalty.'

'This will do,' he said, coming back with a pile of boxes of wands in his hands. 'Try this, Miss Potter – maple with dragon heartstring, thirteen inches, flexible.'

Clarie waved the wand hard, with so much effort that can possibly knock down a person. But Mr Ollivander said, 'No, no, not this one. Try this, Miss Potter – maple and unicorn hair, ten and a quarter inches, hard. And you can wave lighter.'

Clarie blushed, and she took the wand and gave another little wave. Mr Ollivander snatched back the wand and said, 'No, no, definitely not this. Yes, maybe... why not give a try on this one, Miss Potter – hazel and phoenix feather, twelve and a quarter inches, springy.'

Clarie felt rather foolish but was quite overwhelmed with surprise when she felt a sudden warmth in his fingers and produced a shower of gold and red sparks when she waved it.

'Oh, bravo, bravo!' Mr Ollivander cried, and put Clarie's wand into its box and wrapped it in brown paper. 'Here, Miss Potter, your wand.'

He handed Clarie her wand and Clarie paid seven galleons for it.

When they left Ollivanders' shop the sun was setting. Hagrid insisted on not going to Gambol and Japes ('Yeh still have ter go back to the Chambers, yeh know,' said Hagrid), but he bought her an ice cream (vanilla and chocolate with a cherry and sparks) and a fire whiskey for himself. However, Clarie recalled her experience back in Flourish and Blotts about the arrogant blonde boy.

'Hagrid, do people at school normally like to hex muggles?' she could help from asking.

Hagrid choked at the word. 'What are yeh sayin', Clarie?' he said.

'I met a boy at Flourish and Blotts, and he told me he wanted to hex muggles at school.'

'Don' listen ter him, Clarie. Some people are just this arrogant. Some were even haughty enough to call themselves pure-blood, if their family were all wizards and witches.'

'So I'm a...'

'Yeh're a half-blood, Clarie. Yer father's a pure wizard and yer mother was from a muggle family. But that didn't stop her from bein' made the Head Girl in her glorious days.'

'I'm a half-blood?'

'Yes, Clarie. And there's nothing to be shameful about, just be yourself,' Hagrid said, taking a big gulp of his whiskey. 'Yer father, however, is not as obedient as yer mother. Used to break rules, starting chaos and makin' fun of people with his little gang. And yeh remind me of James.'

They walked silently along Diagon Alley back into The Leaky Cauldron, where it was empty except for Tom at the bar table washing up and humming a song softly. He bowed again to Clarie when he saw her and said, 'Wish you a jolly school year, Miss Potter!'

They managed to get tickets for the train, which was quite an uneasy task to do at peak hours, especially for Hagrid that he occupied more space than people usually does.

Then when they were walking silently on a dark road back to the Chambers. Clarie finally asked, 'Hagrid, what am I so famous for?'

Hagrid hesitated. 'Long story,' he said. 'yeh remember the night I took your brother away?'

'Yeah, of course,' she said, and her brows knitted together – she hated to mention the sad yet terrifying event. She had shadowed memories of her childhood, and, she couldn't be sure whether it was to her luck, she's forgotten most except that incident. 'Can we don't talk about that event?'

'I can' if yeh want ter know,' Hagrid said gently. Clarie scowled a bit but remained silent. 'Yeh know better than I do probably, fer yeh were the only witness for that big event – the event fer bringing a wizarding war to an end.

'Now, let's see… yer parents, Lily an' James Potter were killed by You-Know-Who-'

'You-Know-Who?' Clarie said. 'That ugly white-faced prat who murdered my parents?'

'Don' say that, please, don'. Yeh see, You-Know-Who was a Dark Wizard – a clever man he was, but gone bad when he had his hands on Dark Magic.

'He did great things, yeh can't say he didn't, but also terrifying, including the murder of yer parents.'

They turned at a crossroad into Park View Road. 'What is his name exactly, Hagrid? Why do you call him You-Know-Who?' Clarie asked.

'Well – I don' like saying the name if I can help it,' he said.

'Um, you can spell it out to me if you don't want to say it,' Clarie said. 'Please, Hagrid, I want to know.'

'No, I don' spell much, nor his name,' he said, but he gave in making excuses when he saw Clarie's pleading face. 'Alright, his name was – eh – Voldemort.' He shuddered and looked around nervously as if he was afraid someone would throw things at him for he said that.

'So,' Clarie said. 'Voldemort killed – '

'DON' SAY HIS NAME!'

'Sorry,' Clarie apologized, and her eagle owl hooted angrily for Hagrid shouted. 'So, You-Know-Who killed my parents. What happened to him then?'

'He then tried to murder your little brother also, you should've remembered. But he failed and a scar was left on yer brother's head. Some people said he died afterwards. But I don' think so,' Hagrid said. 'He kind of disappeared or something, I believe. You must know what happened the most, Clarie. You are the only witness to that scene. That's why yer so famous. Yer brother was called 'The Boy Who Lived'. Yeh're The One Who Witnessed. Yeh two were the only ones whom You-Know-Who failed to kill.'

They walked in silence and thinking before Hagrid said, 'That's yeh here.' He handed Clarie back her school stuff. 'Well – enjoy yer holidays. And this is yer train ticket to school. First o' September – King's Cross – it's all on yer ticket. If yeh have any problems, send me a letter with yer owl, she'll know where to find me. So… see yeh in September.'

'Bye,' she said, as she knocked on the brand-new door. Aunt Claudia opened the door, looking at her (including her boxes and bags) in both disgust and fear. She let Clarie enter the house and told her to go back to her room shortly.

That's when Clarie realised the Chambers feared her magical abilities actually. Then she realised Hagrid got one thing right – she was going to enjoy her vacations this year.