Sera pov

"Knock Knock!.'

I turned away from the fire and opened the door to see Soaked Lena standing there with a very tired face. " Let me guess, Jenny."

Lena nodded and walked in with a long trail of water on the ground after her. I glanced out the hall and saw water on the halls carpet and on the stairs up to the stages. I guess Jenny got angry over something with the script again. I closed the door and saw Jenny sitting on the couch while still wearing the soaking clothes.

"How can people like Jenny exist?." Asked Lena while staring down at the ground while looking like she had no energy left.

" Come on now Lena. Are you really telling me that she got under your skin now?."

" Right now, yes. She's a freaking witch."

I chuckled. " You mean a very dark witch." I took out a bottle of soda and handed it to her.

She glanced at the bottle and giggled before she took it.

"Yeah, a very dark witch. " She stared at the bottle. " I actually thought you were going to hand me a beer or something with alcohol."

" We still too young to drink."

" I know, but it felt like we were in a movie. Am the person who walks in and complains about a certain person and sits down on the couch and think the world is evil. And you a rich friend walk to the fancy cabin filled with old expensive wines, pour me a glass and hand it to me and joke about how good we two are ." She smiled and opened the bottle.

I shook my head. " You watch too many movies, Lena."

" Well the world in the movies are better, I sometimes wish I lived in a world filled with magic."

I couldn't help to narrow my eyes when she said that. Wishing for a world with magic, if only she knew how much magic there was in this world and how bad it is. Magic is the reason why there are so many dark witches and wizards, hungry for more powerful magic. Just like Dumbledore where even if people don't think of him as a dark wizard they didn't know how he really was behind closed doors. if only people knew what he did to me, if only they knew the dark side of Dumbledore.

I small growl escaped my lips and Lena stared at me in surprise.

" If we really lived in a world filled with magic, we would see more people like Jenny who think they are better than everybody else."

" You have a point there, maybe its good that we live in a world without magic." She begins to drink her soda. " But I wish sometimes that i could turn Jenny into a big ugly toad."

I smiled. "I think everybody thinks the same.

She nodded. " Yeah, I think so...huh." She stared at the table where the two wanted pictures of Harry Potters friends where. Lena blinked a few times and grabbed the two wanted pictures. " Did this pictures move?." I walked over to her and saw the picture was still and didn't move like they did a few minutes ago, which was lucky for me.

"I think you are imagining things."

" Yeah, maybe I am. But what is this for?. I haven't heard anything about a musical with wanted pictures."

" It's actually fliers for a new theme park in another country, where you can take your own wanted picture." Even if I said that with a calm voice, I was screaming inside. I shouldn't have left them on my table like that.

" Really?." Lena's eyes light up. " We should totally go there. But.." She looked closer at the picture of the girl and looked to be in really deep thought. " I think I saw this girl yesterday."

I moved closer. " Really?. Where?."

She thought for a second. " Remeber that I told you about this houses that creeps me out every time I walk past it every night."

" You mean the Grimmauld Place?."

She pointed at me and nodded. " Yes, it's really creepy there. And you know that there are no Grimmauld Place 12 there, they made a mistake with the number a long time ago. But yesterday I thought a saw a house with number 12 there."

" Maybe they finally change it."

"I thought so too, but now this morning the 12 was gone. I even ask the family who lived in the house number 13, and they told me that nobody had changed their house number. isn't that weird?."

Weird for a muggler, but not for me. The house must be under a charm to keep it hidden, a good place for Harry and his friends to hide. But I still don't know what to do, I cant just walk in there and tell them ' Hi am Sera and I want to help you'. even I wouldn't believe the person who said that. But what should I do, my brother wants me to help Harry Potter. But how in the world can I get Harry Potter to trust me?.

Lena sigh. " Maybe I should go to a doctor to look at my eyes."

Hearing her said that, woke me up from my deep thoughts." You did that last week."

" Than I should go to a new doctor I never had before."

" You already changed doctor 5 times this month, there is nothing wrong with your eyes."

She turned her eyes to me. " But why do I see weird things?."

During this year, Lena has seen many wizards and witches using magic and things that she and other nonmagical people think only exist in movies. I told her every time it was just her imagination or that somebody used technology for a new movie. But it got worst after the dark wizards and witches begin to do whatever they want in front of nonmagical people.

I looked down at her. " Maybe because you watch too many movies every day, maybe you should stop watch fantasy movies and series and do something else."

She stared at me for a long time and turned her head. " Nope, they are like my babies. And today is the 15th episode of the 'Dark hour' tonight."

Just at that moment, her phone begins to vibrate through her soaked pants and she quickly pulled out her phone.

" Hello?."

" Where the hell are you and Sera!?." Screamed a very angry voice through the phone. Lena held the phone away from her ear and laughed nervously. " Oops!."

" Oops?!." Growled the voice through the phone. " Get here now!."

" Yes, sir." said Lena and ended the call while looking at me with a nervous smile." I forgot that tom asked me to get you."

" He did sound pretty mad," I said while quickly changing from the blue robe to a pair of black pants and a light green shirt.

Lena pushed herself up from the couch and a big wet spot was on the couch.

" Oops, sorry."

I throw a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. " Changes."

She quickly changed into my clothes, but she complained all the way to stages how tight my clothes were for her. Tom stood in the middle of the stage's floor and looked really pissed, but when he saw me he calmed down.

" Good you two are here," he looked around like he was making sure that nobody else was around.

" Are you okay, Tom?. You sounded pretty mad when you called Lena."

" Yeah, sorry for screaming at you Lena. But Jenny has got on my nerves for this past few days, and the last thing I want is her trying to destroy the musical I wrote." He handed me a script with big letters saying ' The tree of wishes,' and glanced over his shoulder.

" I wrote this when I was little, but I never thought I would get a chance to make a musical of it. But now I can, but I want you Sera to read it first and give me your opinion."

I gave him a smile. " Sure, I can do that."

He breathed out in relief. " That's great, but there is no hurry. I know that you still have this other play to get ready for, but please don't let Jenny know about this script."

" TOM!." Screamed a very annoying voice that we all three knew too well.

Lena took a step closer to me and whispered. " Speaking of the devil."

Jenny walked out from the back door behind the stages with two dancers walking behind her. The two dancer was carrying piles of clothes that I could only guess was Jennys, but they both looked confused like they didn't know what to do in this situation. Jenny walked over to Tom while her face was covered with a green face mask and wearing a shock pink robe with feathers. " Tom these clothes are not good enough."

Tom glanced at the dancers who stared at him pleaded eyes before turning his eyes at Jenny. " Jenny those are the clothes for the play, and didn't I tell you to stop using the dancer and everybody else to carry things for you. They are not your servants."

" Well they should be, but these clothes are horrible. I can't wear any of them, don't you have anything better?. Expensive?."

Tom rubbed his eyes and I could see he was really in a bad mood. " Jenny, this are the clothes for the play. We can't buy clothes that you want, it won't fit into the play's story."

" Well, changes the story of the play."

" No."

Jenny glared at him. " More people would come if you made a play about me."

" Once again, no."

She growled and walked away, the two dancers watched her and when she finally was out of view they dropped the clothes on the stages. " God, she is the worst." said one of the dancer.

I chuckled " Couldn't agree more." I glanced at the clock and saw it was really late, and it was properly dark outside. A good chance for me to look at the Grimmauld place.

" I must go now, I will see you all tomorrow."

" See you tomorrow sera."

" Bye."

" Have a good night."

I walked back to my dressing room and grabbed a jacket and a bag to put the script Tom gave me and walked out in the cold dark night. Usually, I would walk directly home, but today I was going to walk the opposite direction to look at the Grimmauld place.