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Chapter Four: Finite Incantatem
"Come on, Morgan. Won't you just open the door?" asked Charlie from the other side of my bedroom door.
"NO! I'm not coming out until I know what you did to me!"
"Well if you open the door, then I might be able to help you. Now open the door, please?"
How could I face him? Right after he said 'Finite Incantatem', my whole body began to shake and my head began to throb. Never had I been in so much pain. I ran to my room in fear that Charlie could have a second part to what he said, another spell. My head had finally stopped spinning, so I decided to give into his constant knocking on the door. My hand was shaking as it pushed opened the door.
"Thank you! I'm glad that…you…Morgan? Is that really you? What did that spell do to you!"
"What do you mean?" I asked him.
"You might want to go look in a mirror. I don't know how you'll take it," Charlie told me with a bit of fear in his voice.
I was confused on why he was somewhat afraid. I was the one that got hit with an unknown spell! Turing the corner in the hall, I walked into the bathroom, turned on the light, looked at my reflection in the mirror, and screamed.
"What did you do! What the bloody hell! That can't be me! How can that be me!"
The face that glanced back at me was new and strangely familiar. I was a bit taller than I was that very morning. Long dark red hair fell down past my shoulders. A pair of the darkest green eyes that I had ever seen shone out from the face that was once mine. Again, I felt as though I had seen those eyes somewhere before. The face of the young boy from that morning came into my mind. Those eyes…similar to his, only darker. I then realized that my family would notice the changes that had happened to me. I no longer looked like the rest of them.
"What will my family say?" I asked with tears streaming down my cheeks. "What should I tell them about being a witch?"
"Don't tell them anything about being a witch for the time being. They wouldn't understand. As far as your looks go, tell them that you wanted to dye your hair, you know, try something different. But for the eyes…" I could see that he was thinking hard to come up with a lie for why they suddenly turn dark green from being light blue.
"I know," I suddenly said. "I can tell them that I went and picked up my new contacts. I thought that I would look cool with darker eyes. Again, trying something different."
"That works," he replied while a mischievous grin spread on his face.
"What kind of look is that?" I asked.
"None. You just remind me so much of- never mind, it's nothing-" I gave him one of those looks, the kind that says 'Sure…yeah right!' "-Really, it's nothing!"
"Okay." That's all I said. What else could I say? 'Hey I think you're hiding something from me. Tell it to me now.' No way! That would make it sound like I didn't trust him, even though I didn't that much anyway.
We both walked back down to the front room and talked calmly for a while longer. He told me that I had to go with him tomorrow to visit Hogwarts headmaster, someone called Dumbledore. Such a strange name, so different from any I had heard before. Anywho, Charlie told me before he left that he would come to get me at four 'o clock tomorrow to take me to Dumbledore.
"Dumbledore will be able to explain more to you that I can. Just try to come up with a story for your family, okay?" said Charlie as he walked out the door and down the drive.
More lies for my family, great. I closed the door behind him, then ran over to the window to watch him leave. Charlie walked to the end f Privet Drive, looked all around him, then in the blink of an eye, vanished with the sound of a whip crack. What the hell! Maybe magic is real? I thought to myself.
Before my family came home, I went to see if anything else about me had changed. I still was right handed, I still couldn't sing like Christine Da'ae, but most importantly I still had my tattoo on my ankle. I never told anyone about it. Small, about the size of a bottle cap, and black the letters V.F.D. twist together to make an eye on the inside of my left ankle, hidden from the world. my family could never know about it. They would think that I had joined some kind of cult or gang and that was our mark. Well, they would be close. The eye is a mark to a secret organization that helps throughout the world. There's much more to be said about this, but not now.
Seven o' clock came sooner than I had imagined. Everyone got home at the same time, even Zack was home. He didn't look too good when I saw him coming up the drive. I was in my room setting me and Charlie's "plans" into action. Prior to them coming home, I had wetted down my hair and put it up in a towel. Mostly though I just stayed in my room. If they wanted to see me, they would come to me.
Out of everyone in my family, only Taylor truly liked me. My mum and dad hated me, never wanted me around. They love and adored me in company, and they loved me when I was in my room or out of the house. Zack just hated me, I don't know why, but he did. Anyway, Taylor was the first to visit me in my "self made prison".
"Hey nerd. What you been up to all day? No trouble I hope," said Taylor.
"No trouble, but there might be some fireworks later, if you know what I mean. Mum and dad won't be to happy when they see me."
"Why? What did you do this time?"
"Um, well, you see…I'm different, I wanted to be very different. Just come down to the kitchen and I'll show everyone what I'm talking about. Please?" I asked trying to sound like everything was okay.
"Fine," he finally replied.
We went to the kitchen together, and gathered everyone together for me to show them my hair and eyes. Let me just say that I've never heard so much yelling in a long time. My mum and dad hadn't yelled at me like that since the time the car exploded. I don't know how that happened, but the fire department think that there must have been a gas leak and a spark from somewhere. Oh well, I never really liked that car.
It was also "fun" explaining to them that I had to go away for a few days starting tomorrow afternoon. They didn't believe me! Oh well, they never do. Mm and dad were so ferrous about my hair and eyes that they sent me to my room and told me that I was to stay there for the rest of the summer. Fine with me. I would rather be in my room than with them any day. I was safe there. Safe from the world, but I knew that things were about to get worse.