Harry Potters Imaginary Friend
"Angelica talking"
"normal talking"
[[Author add ins]]
I own nothing but my own overactive imagination
[[To Teri: I am the only one to read my work before it gets sent out and I read it many times afterward. I know that it does have grammatical errors. I used Word to spellcheck the second chapter, and yes, he will meet Luna but it will be a bit. Posting my stories is a confusing process.
To TheFishKing: Harry has been around adults who say she's imaginary and not real for most of his life. He still treats her like a real person and cares for her. She's not going away EVER. And shush, Mental breakdown planned in the future. Also, thanks for the story recommendations, Harry's Little Army of Psychos still didn't drive home your point though and Asylum Escapees was funny.
To mizzrazz72: Writing dialogue for people that isn't Harry and Angelica is hard. It could be nudged in either direction if you want somewhat of an evil Dumbledore or a kind one]]
Chapter 3
Harry slowly came to the sound of pages being turned. Turning his head towards the sound he blinked his eyes to adjust to the light. It was morning, according to the sunlight coming through his window. It was the only time that it did so. Stretching, he heard the book being placed down.
"Angelica?" He asked. He reached over to the shelf that doubled as a nightstand where he places his glasses. Finding them he placed them on his face. Looking again he saw that she was there but she was doing something that he hadn't seen her do before. She was Sleeping. Concerned, he tried wakening her by touching her shoulder with the book. It worked and she woke up.
"Wha…?" she sounded tired. The only time he heard her sound like this was when they first met. She rubbed her eyes.
"What time is it?" she said with a yawn. "Is it time for spelling class yet?" Looking around and noticed Harry looking at her with concern.
"Oh, Harry you're awake." sounding much more awake. Now she sounded concerned, "What happened to you? You just zoned out completely and everyone was worried. Do you think they'll delay the transfer because you lost consciousness?"
Harry stood up and took one last stretch. "I don't know. I'm thinking that my brain couldn't handle the thought of ever leaving. We have lived here since we were five after all. Come on, you said everyone is worried. Let's help them not worry." Harry quickly made his bed and they left the room. They walked to the Staff station.
"Hello, Mrs. Brooks. How long was I out for?" He asked in greeting.
"Good morning Harry, how are you feeling? You were only out for the night and you just missed breakfast. I'll see to it that you get something to eat later." The woman assured him, "Here's your medication."
Harry took the familiar medicine and left for English class. During the break he got his breakfast, it was a strawberry pop tart. He ate it while sitting on the swing and Angelica was next to him jumping rope.
"I wonder what kind of place St. Mungo's is." She thought out loud, not stopping her jumping so her words had somewhat of a breathy air to them. "Think it's one of those places where you have a religion class and strict moral discipline shoved down your throat?"
"What books have you been reading? Those things only happen in medieval times. Besides, these people want me to attend a Magic School. There's no way that they're that religious. Probably just a hospital that was named like that to make it sound more important than the others around it." Harry reasoned with his friend. "Like those tonics that people used to sell in the 1800's, the cure-alls and such."
"I read some of the book named 'Jane Eyre'. I think you'd like the first third of it, it got boring after that though." She said as she continued to jump rope.
They heard the call for everyone to come back inside to continue classes. After putting away his shoes, they headed towards music class
"How are you feeling anyway? I've never seen you sleep before." He finally asked his friend the question that had been worrying him all morning.
"I'm not sure what happened. I didn't think I needed to sleep either. But I started feeling tired after you were out of it for several hours. Then I rested my head on the edge of your bed. Next thing I knew was that it was morning and you were poking me with your book."
Today in music class they watched a movie. Harry always had to sit in the back because the t.v. never liked him or Angelica. When he was new, the staff found out quickly that technology didn't like working around him, no matter what they did, it just refused to work. So, they always gave him a comfortable seat in the back and made sure that the sound was loud enough for him to hear.
The days ticked by and Harry was getting more comfortable with the thought of moving away from his home. It was a week before he got visitors again. This time it was Mrs. McGonagall and Mr. Snape and they were guided to the Long-term ward. Harry was playing chess with Angelica. Angelica just 'moved' one of her rooks halfway down the board and it stood threatening the safety of his Queen. He moved a bishop and captured her piece.
"No fair. You're better than me at this." She pouts playfully. Her eyes then fixed on something across the room behind him. "Hey, Harry? They're here again."
"Really? Tomorrow was the day that they said the transfer paperwork should be finished, so why are they here today?" Harry was confused. He turned and looked at the Professors. They were walking to where they were seated. "How long do you think we can drag this game out?" He asked, turning back to her.
"Depends on if they want you to show them your room. Maybe 5-10 minutes." She said, interested. "Hmmm…. This pawn forward." He moved the piece for her.
Taking a long and unnecessary study of the board, he moved a knight back to guard his king. He could tell that the professors were behind him now watching him play chess. A few more pieces were exchanged, her queen, his bishop and a pawn, and her other rook. Trying to stretch out the time.
"Them watching us is weird. Why don't we just get this over with and you win? Mr. Snape keeps looking over here."
"Alright. I think we've delayed them long enough anyway." Harry agreed and in two moves he checkmates her king.
"Very nice game Mr. Potter." The woman, Professor McGonagall said to his right
"Thanks." He said and started to put the pieces away. "What brings you here today? Doesn't the paperwork finish tomorrow?"
"Yes, it does but we are here take you to buy your school supplies." The woman informed him.
Harry's eyes widened, "Did she actually say that we're going somewhere?" He asked Angelica.
"I think she did. I wonder what sort of things the Outside World has now. Think of all the books there are. Think of all the cool new words to spell." Angelica was practically flying with excitement. The dictionaries here were quite a few years out of date and she had looked through those more than a couple times.
"Calm down Angelica, you might just hit the ceiling." He joked watching his friend bouncing around in her seat.
"Never touched it yet." She said as she began dancing around the room. "Come on, you'll need your shoes." I hear her call from down the hall
"She's really excited. My room's down this way." He explained and the teachers and they followed him.
Opening his room, he let the professors inside. They looked around his modest room at the walls covered in drawings, at the made bed against the left wall, at the many books which took up one bookshelf and the neatly folded clothes that were placed in piles on their own shelf. There was a small hamper in the corner and a small box with paired socks. Sitting on top of his Bookshelf were his new crowns as well as his drawing pencils
"Are these all your possessions?" Mrs. McGonagall asked as she took in the contents of his room. Mr. Snape was also studying his room with his analytical eyes and his face still and unfeeling.
"Yes. I get books from the staff members, usually on my birthday or at Christmas. Nothing too fantastical, just some of The Great Classics. 'The Invisible Man', 'Fahrenheit 451', 'Sherlock Holmes' things like that. So, where are we going?" at the last part he picked up his shoes from their place by the door.
They signed him out at the desk and Harry and Angelica stepped foot outside for the first time in six years. Looking around at the unfamiliar view. He was used to seeing the 'Outside World' from the second story, from the ground it seemed, bigger. They traveled in a town car, Harry spent the time staring out the window with Angelica, looking at the different buildings and pointing out the occasional dog and the bookstores. Finally, they stopped in front of a pub called The Leaky Cauldron. The pub was wedged between a bookstore and a record shop. Harry thought that the atmosphere around the building felt odd, if not off. Curious, they entered the building.
The Leaky Cauldron was a dark, shabby, and Harry thought it needed a complete bleach wash. His nose was assaulted with the smell of tobacco smoke which he had only smelled faintly on the occasional staff member.
"Gosh it stinks," Angelica said covering her nose. "They really need to get better air circulation in this place. It's an insult to our lungs and to our sense of smell." Harry silently agreed while trying to breathe as shallowly as possible. Keeping close behind the professors they made their way through the pub to a door in the back which deposited them in a small bricked off alley. It was then that Harry decided to chance the air again. Thankfully it was much cleaner and they gave a sigh of relief.
"What was the point in bringing us through the dirtiest place I have ever been? All I see now is the door we just came through and a brick wall." He finally asked, "Is it behind the wall? I don't see a door" Harry looked at the wall.
McGonagall pulled out a long length of polished wood and tapped three times on a brick in the center of the wall. They watched as the brick moved. It wiggled and shifted and then there was a small hole that grew into a bigger hole, then into a large archway. They both stared at the contents of the other side of the wall. It was an alleyway packed side to side with shops of every odd thing. Harry was nudged to move and he complied, looking with wonder at all the magic all around him.
Magic was Real and he was going to school to learn how to use it. Still moving robotically down the alley, Harry saw that they were going to a tall white marble building with pillars on the front. 'must be a bank' he thought. When that thought finally finished processing he said.
"Wait, I don't have any money." He never had any sort of allowance in any of the six years and especially before that. The Dursleys Hated spending money on him and instead insisted on spending everything on his blimp of a cousin, who in turn shoved his loved status in Harrys' face. They continued to follow the teachers into the bank, trusting them to have a way to pay for his supplies.
Goblins. Goblins were his first official magical creature/being. Harry and Angelica saw them doing their work, one was weighing a large pile of rubies, another was weighing multi-colored sapphires, and another was weighing what looked like silver pieces. Angelica stayed near Harry but still looked entranced by the colors shining off the precious jewels. The Goblins were looking were watching them pass and Harry was starting to feel uneasy and he hurried to the front desk.
Mrs. McGonagall was talking to the Goblin stationed at the desk and Mr. Snape looked like he wanted to be anywhere else than be with Harry, he had that look a lot. Mr. Snape said that he'd meet them up later and that he had his own shopping to do, and promptly left them with Mrs. McGonagall. Harry heard them talking about his vault and she handed the creature a tiny golden key. A Goblin named Griphook led them through a door and down a narrow passageway and to a minecart. Harry and Angelica sat in the back seats and McGonagall and Griphook sat in the others, then they were off.
Hurtling through the passageways Harry found it hard to remember the way that they came but that may be because of the high velocity and the wind making his eyes sting slightly. Angelica was holding hard onto the side of the cart and was having the time of her life. Her hair streaming behind her she had a huge grin on her face, shrieking in fun when the cart turned. Harry decided to join in on her fun. Around one bend they were washed with a magical waterfall that didn't make them wet, they both laughed at the oddness of water that wasn't wet. When the cart finally stopped, they were two grinning fools.
Griphook walked to the vault door and used the tiny key to open the door. Inside, they saw a very large pile of gold coins with smaller piles of silver and bronze coins scattered about. They both stared at the incredible wealth before them.
"All yours Mr. Potter," McGonagall said with a small amused smile at his reaction.
Harry blinked. "Wait. Mine? Where'd it all come from?" There was no way that they just gave him what must be a fortune.
"It's your family's money. The Potters have a long bloodline and history in our world for hard work and innovation. Most of it is from your grandfather who sold one of his inventions for a great deal of gold." Mrs. McGonagall said to them, "Now, let us gather some and then we can begin buying your supplies." They picked out a couple palmfuls of gold, silver, and a few bronze coins and placed them into a small bag. "There are 29 Knuts in a Sickle and 17 Sickles in a Galleon." She informed.
Harry mulled that over. 'So the money system is based on prime numbers?' Wondering how they picked that as their standard as it didn't make any logical sense but then again they used magic. Back on the minecart, they were speeding through the tunnel system they made their way back to the entrance. Once outside they headed back down the alleyway of magical oddities.
"If that's what a rollercoaster is like, then we need to get to an amusement park. We have definitely been missing out. That was amazing!" She yelled the last bit to the sky still pumping with adrenaline from the minecart ride.
"Yea, that was fun," he said walking beside her to their first destination for supplies, which was a robes shop. Madam Malkin led him to an area for fitting. Angelica walked around the shop looking at the different robe styles and colors. Harry followed with his eyes smiling to himself at her dialogue.
"Are robes all they wear? They seem like they don't want to be found but with their only choice in clothes being robes, it's a wonder how no one has pointed out they're all mad." She came back to the front and sat down next to Mrs. McGonagall. Angelica tilted her head, "Do I have to wear that?" she asked with a contemplating look on her face, appraising the clothes that he was being fitted for.
After robes, they traveled from shop to shop. Angelica and Harry looked around at the hidden magical world and their books. "Do you think that these books from this Lockheart guy would be considered fiction? Because I can't find anything in this that isn't playing to his ego." Harry looked over her shoulder and read a passage. Wow. She was right. Lockheart pretty much announces to the audience that he is brilliant, heroic and that he was a gift from the gods to be praised by his peers. Harry went back to his search for a dictionary. He settled for 'The Complete Book of Spells' and a Latin to English book which he paid for with some extra sickles.
Finally came a shop that Harry was looking forward to since the realization of magic existing, the wand shop. Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. As they entered, the bell above the door tinkled alerting anyone in the back to our presence. The shelves of the shop were filled with thousands of long narrow boxes stacked to the ceiling. That odd feeling that was present ever since they entered the Leaky Cauldron, was especially potent in the shop, making the hairs on the back of his neck tingle.
"Good afternoon." A voice said from the back, making Harry and Angelica jump. The man walked forward and they could see he was old, not quite as old a Mr. Dumbledore, but up there in age.
"Hello," Harry said.
"I thought I'd be seeing you soon, Harry Potter." said the man in a way that was in no way a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work."
Mr. Ollivander moved closer to Harry and Harry moved backward a step. The man's eyes were studying him. Harry thought they were a bit creepy.
"Your fathers' wand, on the other hand, was mahogany, eleven inches, pliable, and excellent for transfiguration."
The man had walked so close he was a few inches from his face. The man reached up to where the scar was hidden away under his hair. Harry moved out of his reach and across the room, unamused and just wanting to leave the shop with a wand.
"I'd rather just receive my wand if you don't mind." Harry deadpans, "I would like to see some professional behavior from the man who makes the one tool that all witches and wizards need to perform magic."
"Ah, yes, my apologies. Now, which is your wand arm?" moving back behind the counter and looked over the rows of boxes.
"I'm right-handed," Harry said. A tape measure began measuring various parts starting with his arm and hand. As Mr. Ollivander brought forward an armful of wands and placed one in Harry's hand the tape measure stopped and crumpled to the floor.
"Try this one." He said, "give it a wave." Harry waved the wand and the man picked out of his hand while replacing it with another wand. Occasionally something broke when he waved the many different wands, other times things moved backward, a violent reaction or a subdued nothing. Whatever he was doing the man seemed to know what he was looking for. at first, the wands cycled through different shades and woods, then lengths.
Finally, the wand of holly was placed in his hand, the one with the Phoenix core. The most peculiar reaction happened after being placed in Harry's hand. The wand shot out happy sparks but the wood seemed to bite Harry's hand, immediately Harry dropped the wand and as it rolled on the floor of the shop, everyone could see what happened to the wand. It had broken. There was a split all down the length of the wand, exposing the feather core inside.
"I'm sorry." Harry said, not knowing what to do here. Rubbing his hand where the wand reacted badly. Angelica, who had been studying the wand pile that covered the top of the counter, stopped and went to look at the broken wand in Mr. Ollivanders hands.
"Curious." His eyes studying the wand then scanned over Harry. Carefully the man picked the feather out of the holly and placed it on the table, moving to unfinished wands that didn't have their cores he picked out three different pieces all 11 inches in length and placed them carefully on the table on top of the feather.
"It seems, that your wand isn't made yet. Please see which one of these woods calls to you the most." The three pieces of wood were Willow, Cedar, and Ebony. Harry walked over and gently touched each piece, warmth, and rightness spread up his fingers.
"This one," Harry said as he pointed to the one of Cedar.
The man nodded and picked up the pair, bringing them over to his work area. "This will take a short while. If you have more to buy, you may come back and pay for your wand when you return."
And with that, they left the shop. Professor McGonagall was outside with their things, drinking some tea from a nearby little shop. Seeing that Harry didn't have a wand. she asked. "Where's your wand?"
"He's making it now. Said that it will take a short while and to come back later." Harry told her simply. "Do we need to buy anything else?" he asked since he didn't have the list.
"Hey, Harry? Do you think there's a wand in there for me?" Angelica asked sitting down next to him.
He thought about it. "maybe. Think we should ask when we come back?"
"The only thing we need besides your wand is a pet. Do you like animals Harry?" Mrs. McGonagall asked him ignoring him talking to an unoccupied chair.
"I can have an animal at St. Mungo's?" thinking that since his current living arrangments had no animals of any kind, that St. Mungos must be the same way.
"I want a cat." Angelica voiced, she had always wanted a cat. Looking at pictures of the different species of cats in picture books, saying how cute they were and how much she wanted to pet them.
"You will be allowed one since it is for Hogwarts. The choices here are an owl, a cat, or a toad." McGonagall listed off
"A cat," Harry said, knowing that once she'd see the balls of fur he would be begged and pleaded for one. Also, he didn't know much about caring for toads or owls. Didn't owls need to hunt for mice or something?
"A fine choice." Mrs. McGonagall said and they headed to the animal shop. Outside the shop, there were cages of various pets. Owls were the first to be seen as they had the biggest cages. When the owls saw them a few made hisses and screeched. Taken aback, Harry and Angelica opened the door and hurried inside. Angelica looked around and saw the cats area and hurried over. Harry followed her at his own pace. She was cooing at the kittens. Harry looked at the grown cats in their carriers. There was this one very large orange cat that was looking back at him.
"Hey Angelica, how about this one?" Harry said, grabbing her attention away from the mewling balls of adorable. He was still looking at the strange cat. She crouched down to where he was looking.
"You want this fuzzball? Well, he is a handsome thing isn't he?" she cooed at the door. The cats' eyes focused on her. He pawed the door and meowed, indicating wanting to leave the small area. "Awe. I think he wants out. Do you think that the owners would let us have some time with him?" she asked smiling at the orange cat.
"Let's see." Harry walked to the counter where an older woman sat. "Hello. I was thinking of buying that orange cat." he pointed to the carrier. "And I was wondering if I could get to know him better before coming to a definite conclusion."
The woman smiled. "Of course." she made her way around the counter and to the carrier, opening it up and picking out the cat. "This is Crookshanks, he is half kneasle. Meaning he is half magical cat, making him incredibly smart and clever. He's been here for a couple years. Not many people have been interested in him since he's usually a handful." after placing him on the counter, Crookshanks walks over to Angelica.
"Awe. He likes me." She says as Crookshanks meows up at her. She brushed the top of his head lightly with her hand. Harry started petting him also. After 10 minutes they had decided. They would get this magical cat, Crookshanks.
After paying for Crookshanks they all headed back to Ollivanders to see if the wand was done. Walking back into the shop they were greeted with that soft voice.
"Greetings again Mr. Potter. Let us see how well this wand suits you." The man greeted. The finished wand lay in front of him on a small cushion waiting. Harry walks forward and picks up the wand. Warmth spreads up his fingers and another round of happy sparks erupt from the tip.
"Curious." the man says again.
"What do you mean by 'curious'? You said that last time when the other wand broke. I'll pay for that one by the way." Harry said to the man, wondering why he was being cryptic.
"I remember every wand I've ever sold Mr. Potter. It's curious on why you are destined for that wand when the phoenix whose tail feather now resides in this wand only gave one other and the man who had that other wand was the one who killed many people and gave you that scar. He did terrible things, so much so that only one man cannot speak his name without terror." Mr. Ollivander was now standing in front of Harry.
"But for that wand, I cannot say that that has happened before, nor have I heard of that occurrence happening from my father. From what I have concluded was that the core accepted you but the wood seems to have rejected you. The force of magical backlash caused the wood to break releasing the core from the center. As I said, it was quite curious." He walked back behind his counter and pulled another box from nearby.
"As for your friend here, I believe this might be her fit." The box had an ebony wand laying on the silk. "13 inches, swishy, with a unicorn hair core."
"For me?" Angelica looked at the man, never receiving a gift from someone other Harry or an 'invisible gift' from a condescending staff member. Slowly she walked forward and reached out, wrapping her hand around the handle. Looking at Harry she smiled in anticipation and waved the wand at the box. Happy sparks erupted from the end. Squealing in delight she hugged the wand. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you!" she thanked the man repeatedly. Running to Harry, "Harry, look I got a wand! Isn't it beautiful?" she said showing him her wand. The length of wood really was beautiful, the dark polished wood shown in the low lantern light of the shop.
"Now all that's left is to pay for them," Harry said walking to the counter, holding up his money bag. "How much for the two wands and for the one I broke?" he asked the man with the still creepy gaze.
"You don't have to pay for the holly wand. It was an interesting, learning experience. It was an honor making your wand. May they always help you both."
After paying the fourteen Galleons for the two wands it was time for them to go back to the normal world. Professor McGonagall took his things to St. Mungo's so they wouldn't need to move it tomorrow when he moved out of his home and to his new home away from school. Going back to the long-term ward felt lacking after spending hours in a secret street filled with the buzz of magic.
After lights out, Harry looked up at the ceiling thinking about what the strange wandmaker said. That the man who gave him his scar had most likely killed his parents. Harry didn't know the name of this terrible man. Also, the story his aunt told him of a car crash was false, either she didn't know or she lied about how he was orphaned.
Sighing he turned over and thought of what will happen tomorrow, moving day. Taking down all his pictures from the familiar walls, emptying his bookshelves of the books and clothes, and saying goodbye to this place. His last thought before drifting off to sleep was that he'd still have Angelica, wherever he went.
[[I know I took my sweet time with this but this is a longer chapter so deal. Read the add-on at the beginning if you want some more information, it's not just for those people.
PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK! I read it and I take it into consideration as to whether or not it fits into this world. Now, time for voting
1. Evil Dumbledore? Good Dumbledore?
2. Which house will they be in? Give REASONS. Harry's house _. Angelica's house _.
3. Will he meet Luna before the second year? if yes, How.
Please give a why for your answers. Doesn't matter if it's a short answer every bit helps.
Thank you for reading the continuing adventures of the stories that appear in my head.]]
