Megan woak up to her father shaking her.
"What is it?!" Megan asked alarmed.
"It's wonderful!" Her father shouted, swinging her around the room. "Get dressed! We're going out to celebrate!"
"Father?" Megan asked. Her father just beamed at her and dressed her in her best robes. The meet Megans mother at the door and using Flu power they went to downtown London. Megan had never seen so many wizards in one place. Her parents took her into a pub where they bought her butterbeer.
"Father?" Megan asked.
"Yes?"
"Why is everyone acting so odd?" Megan asked. "Aren't they afraid?"
"Megan, my girl!" Her father laughed. "No one will be afraid any more."
"Why not?"
"Because He-who-must-not-be-named has been destroyed!" Her father smiled. Suddenly a large pot-bellied man rushed up to her father.
"Hugo!" The man said shaking her fathers' hand. "Have you heard?"
"Why would I be here if I hadn't?" Her father laughed. "But is it true?"
"Yes." The man said and stopped smiling. "The rumors are true."
"And the boy?"
"He lives!" The man said. Then as if struck by an idea, stood on a chair,.
"All!" He shouted. The pub grew silent. "I would like to propose a toast! To Harry Potter! The boy who lived!"
"The boy who lived!" Everyone chorused.
It was midnight before Megan and her parents got home. Megan sat next to her father, then, after a few minutes, stood up and sat in his lap.
"Daddy?" Megan asked, in her I'm-just-a-good-little-girl voice.
"What do you want?" Her father asked.
"Who is Harry Potter?"
"He is the son of Lily and James Potter."
"Why do you call him 'the boy who lived'?"
"Megan…do you remember what your mother and I taught you? About what to do if our house was ever raided?"
"I was to run away and never tell anyone who I really was."
"Yes. Do you remember why?"
"Because He-who-must-not-be-named would kill me if he found me?"
"Right. I suppose we haven't told you the whole truth on many things. First of all, that wand of yours? It's illegal. And He-who-must-not-be- named wouldn't just be raiding or house for some of the other things your mother and I have. He would be after us. He-who-must-not-be-named was after the Potters. I'm not in the upper circles, so I'm not sure why, but he was after them…and their son, Harry. He put a strong curse on Harry; one that should have killed Harry. But it didn't! Harry Potter is the only person to have survived when He-who-must-not-be-named wanted them dead."
"So…My learning magic…is illegal?"
"Not anymore!" Her father said, spinning Megan around the room. "We are free! We are going to set up the school again! You're just the right age to start learning magic."
"I'm going to the school that mummy talked about?" Megan asked.
"Yes! And were going to buy you a proper wand. And books."
"With what?" Megan asked.
"In the hidden alley, there is a bank…" Her father began to explain, taking Megan to a place where you could trust the wizard next to you and it wasn't dangerous to learn magic.
"What is it?!" Megan asked alarmed.
"It's wonderful!" Her father shouted, swinging her around the room. "Get dressed! We're going out to celebrate!"
"Father?" Megan asked. Her father just beamed at her and dressed her in her best robes. The meet Megans mother at the door and using Flu power they went to downtown London. Megan had never seen so many wizards in one place. Her parents took her into a pub where they bought her butterbeer.
"Father?" Megan asked.
"Yes?"
"Why is everyone acting so odd?" Megan asked. "Aren't they afraid?"
"Megan, my girl!" Her father laughed. "No one will be afraid any more."
"Why not?"
"Because He-who-must-not-be-named has been destroyed!" Her father smiled. Suddenly a large pot-bellied man rushed up to her father.
"Hugo!" The man said shaking her fathers' hand. "Have you heard?"
"Why would I be here if I hadn't?" Her father laughed. "But is it true?"
"Yes." The man said and stopped smiling. "The rumors are true."
"And the boy?"
"He lives!" The man said. Then as if struck by an idea, stood on a chair,.
"All!" He shouted. The pub grew silent. "I would like to propose a toast! To Harry Potter! The boy who lived!"
"The boy who lived!" Everyone chorused.
It was midnight before Megan and her parents got home. Megan sat next to her father, then, after a few minutes, stood up and sat in his lap.
"Daddy?" Megan asked, in her I'm-just-a-good-little-girl voice.
"What do you want?" Her father asked.
"Who is Harry Potter?"
"He is the son of Lily and James Potter."
"Why do you call him 'the boy who lived'?"
"Megan…do you remember what your mother and I taught you? About what to do if our house was ever raided?"
"I was to run away and never tell anyone who I really was."
"Yes. Do you remember why?"
"Because He-who-must-not-be-named would kill me if he found me?"
"Right. I suppose we haven't told you the whole truth on many things. First of all, that wand of yours? It's illegal. And He-who-must-not-be- named wouldn't just be raiding or house for some of the other things your mother and I have. He would be after us. He-who-must-not-be-named was after the Potters. I'm not in the upper circles, so I'm not sure why, but he was after them…and their son, Harry. He put a strong curse on Harry; one that should have killed Harry. But it didn't! Harry Potter is the only person to have survived when He-who-must-not-be-named wanted them dead."
"So…My learning magic…is illegal?"
"Not anymore!" Her father said, spinning Megan around the room. "We are free! We are going to set up the school again! You're just the right age to start learning magic."
"I'm going to the school that mummy talked about?" Megan asked.
"Yes! And were going to buy you a proper wand. And books."
"With what?" Megan asked.
"In the hidden alley, there is a bank…" Her father began to explain, taking Megan to a place where you could trust the wizard next to you and it wasn't dangerous to learn magic.