DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Please Note this is only my second attempt at a story. I am not English so if there is an American edge to it, well I am American - deal.
Getting Business In Order
In the matter of minutes the room, I refused to call it mine, was made anew.
"Thank you Winky."
She started to cry and wring her ears.
"Winky please stop it."
"Master Harry Potter sir is too nice."
"Well Winky, you'll have to do your best to get used to it. You're important to me and I will treat you with the respect you deserve."
"Oh master Harry Potter sir, yous too good to me, such a good wizard sir."
"Well Winky, you deserve it." I said with a smile, kneeling down I gave her a little hug.
"The room looks amazing."
"Is there anything elses I can be doings?"
"As a matter of fact Winky, you could go through my trunk. Get rid of anything broken or unusable, fix anything I can use, and repair my clothing to something wizard proper."
"Yes sirs, Is be doing that."
And we both went to work on the two trunks.
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The trunk seemed to belong to my mother. I sorted out all the clothes and set them to the side. I had no use for them.
My eyes watered when I came across a collection of photographs from her school days. They were filled with her, my father, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and several with people I was not familiar with.
I too set those aside in a separate pile.
The books were amazing. All years were in there, plus some not on the curriculum. This would come in handy.
From years past I knew that I wouldn't be going anywhere until about the last two weeks of summer, so I could spend time catching up. Especially on Ancient Runes and Arithmancy.
Maybe, just maybe I could sit for my OWLS in those subjects as well.
The culture and law books would be interesting to say the least. I needed to know about those things anyway. Why did Petunia have to be such a cow? She could have made things so much simpler for me if she would have just raised me with all this knowledge; she had it at her disposal. But her hatred. Hatred for all things 'unnatural' keep things as they were, or at least until this summer.
My thoughts were interrupted with Kretcher POPING back into the room.
"Half-blood master, the goblins say they will see you at 8am sharp tomorrow morning."
"Thank you Kretcher."
Looking out the window it was well past dark. Time had seemed to have flown by.
Tired I found it was time to turn in, especially with an early appointment in the morning.
