Sorry you guys for not updating sooner! I have no excuse except I have mastered procrastination. If you bug me more often to update though, I will do it more often….. So please do! Ok and yes, sorry I had to use another Beach Boy song as a chapter title...I can't help if they're the best band ever!
This Chapter is dedicated to the best comedian to ever live – Don Knotts. I'm just as sad that he died as I am that my hamster died last Wed. night. I am even listening to The Andy Griffith theme song at the moment…(if you don't know who he is, tell me and I will explain it until you do).
In My Room (such a true song about me…)– The Beach Boys
"I don't care! I want to go help them!" yelled Alyssa.
"The Ministry is watching the store though!" Harry yelled back exasperated.
"Harry, come on! I'm going to have to go back eventually – I work there." She said trying to get her point across and not yell. Plus she was already tired of sitting around even though it had only been about four hours. Rita Skeeter had struck again, but for once everything was pretty much true.
"Why don't we all just go since we quite obviously aren't getting anything done here," Hermione said interrupting the argument and putting down her book that she had been trying to read for the last fifteen minutes without success because Harry and Alyssa kept bickering.
"Fine," they both answered at the same time.
"Kaida, Alex! We're going to the shop! We'll be back later," Hermione called up the stairs before they all left to go. When they got there Fred was putting some more magical locks on the door and George was talking to someone who had Ministry robes on.
Harry groaned and Alyssa elbowed him muttering, "Be nice."
The Ministry worker turned around.
"Are you Alyssa Potter?" he asked walking over closer to Harry, Hermione, and Alyssa. He looked to be about seventeen.
"Biologically yes, legally no. Now who are you?" she asked as she jumped up on the counter and sat cross-legged. George and Harry scowled at the guy.
"Charles Bombay," he replied holding his hand out to shake hers, which she shook.
"Nice to meet you, this is Harry Potter and Hermione Granger." She said gesturing to the two of them and he shook their hands briefly, obviously wanting to get this over with, "Charles Bombay….is that like Dr. Bombay?" Alyssa asked once he had looked back at her.
"Excuse me?" he asked looking very confused.
"Haven't you ever seen Bewitched?" she asked.
"Alyssa, that's from a TV show," Hermione pointed out, resulting in Alyssa being put out.
"Oh, I guess you're not a muggle born then, could I call you Dr. Bombay anyway?" she asked hopefully.
"Erm….sure. Uh, do you have any proof that you are Lily and James Potter's daughter?" he asked very hesitantly, obviously new to his job. Alyssa just gapped at him for a moment, then turned to Harry who was doing the same.
"Paperwork from your adopted parents?"
"Um, no. Why?" she asked not looking forward to the answer.
"You can only be staying and working in the Wizarding world for three months before you have to have citizenship or proof that you're related to someone magical. How long have you been here so far?"
Alyssa looked at her watch for the date and sighed, "Two and a half months," she answered.
"What does it take to get a citizenship?" George asked anxiously since Alyssa's hands were in such tight fists that her nails were starting to break her skin.
"To either be excepted into a magical school or prove that you're related to someone magical, which could include marrying someone magical." Charles replied shrugging.
"I promise to let you know when I get proof, if not you know where to find me," Alyssa said quietly staring blankly at the floor.
Alyssa sat in her, Kaida, and Alex's bedroom in Grimauld place on her bed curled up in a ball staring blankly at the wall as everyone else figured out what to do. She was too confused and too stressed out to figure anything out. Go back by Time Turner or not? Search her old house without seeing her parents? Go talk to her parents who think their only child is dead? What about Alex? She had talked about possibly wanting to go home….
Alyssa reached for her stereo remote and turned it on. She decided on a sad song, Whiskey Lullaby, instead of a stress relieving one and sang along. Once the song had finished along with her singing, she jumped as someone clapped from the doorway. She sat up quickly and turned red.
"Very nice," George said being very serious. Alyssa just smiled gratefully in a 'yeah right' way.
"No, really," he said walking over to her bed and sitting down next to her.
"Thanks," she muttered half heartedly and looked up at him. He was looking at her closely.
"You're leaving tomorrow by plane," he said quietly. Her eyes started to water again for some odd reason.
"Ok," she managed to choke out, she really didn't want to cry in front of him again like she had when Charles Bombay had left. He wrapped his arms around her though, which resulted in her breaking down again.
"Sh, it's okay. Everyone needs a good cry once in awhile," He said after awhile. She chuckled lightly as she tried to imagine him crying.
"Yeah right, you crying?" she asked moving to look at him again making him loosen his grip on her.
"Yeah, well you know, it doesn't happen that often," he said going back to joker mode and flexing his muscles, "But it happens once in awhile." She laughed whole heartedly now, forgetting her problems for a moment.
"Alyssa, seriously, you are one of the toughest people I know. You can make it through this. I'll help if you want."
"Thanks George," she said very sincerely and kissed him on the cheek. He handed her a Kleenex and she wiped her tears.
"Now that that's all over with, what about that date?" George asked smiling widely.
"You have a one track mind you know that right?" Alyssa asked sarcastically.
Next Chapter: Leaving on a Jet Plane
Braden has a secret...a very important one, and will George and Alyssa ever get together? Please Review. Oh and I thank all the lurkers out there for reading too. I lurk most of the time too. I'm not much for talking about what I read most of the time...