Pranks and Wands, Part 12
Trying to escape from Marge Dursley that summer was not easy, especially for a klutz like me. James was athletic enogh to hide from Vernon, but Marge Dursley turned out to have sharp eyes.
"Dewy!" She would say to me each time I innocently edged a bit closer to the door. "Come! I've got a new lipstick to try on!" Marge would then take me to her room, put me in front of a mirror and smudge a neon green lipstick on my lips. (My poor, chapped lips, who only wanted a chapstick, and not a neon green lipstick that was tested on animals.)
But finally, Lily invited me over to the rest of the summer. I spent the last three weeks of the break in her old house, trying to escape from no other then her sister, Petunia.
Although we weren't very glad that the break ended, we boarded the Hogwarts Express with a relived feeling.
Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry turned out to be the safest place in the wizard world from Voldemort.
Nobody those days would understand it. Nobody would understand that feeling that all was the same - and all was diffrent.
Families would go through the day as usual, but at night they would all get in the house and huddle together, like Voldemort couldn't get them that way.
I later heard some wizards and witches who were very small at that time tell their memories...They had grown to dread the times when their mother and father put on a fake smile, and never let them walk two meters away from them.
But I got away fairly easily from that mess. Hogwarts was a very safe place for wizards and witches.
And besides, who did I have to worry about? All my friends were next to me, Arabella Figg was an Ex-Auror, James was next to me, too, and I didn't have to worry for the rest of my family...
Because they were dead.
And that year, my fifth year at Hogwarts, The sixth year, it was more noticeable then ever.
Suddenly, I would feel alone in the world, as if I didn't have James, or Lily, or Mrs. Figg. Suddenly, I would feel scared.
But those feelings didn't last long, and besides that, sixth year was wonderful.
The days and months passed, as usual, with no adventure. Finally, I found myself finishing the sixth year and going up to seventh year and graduating...
And then, it all stopped. I graduated from Hogwarts, topping most of my classes, and I did not know what to do now.
James, Remus and Sirius were to become Aurors (Peter wasn't in a good enogh physical shape for that,) and Lily was going to be an Auror, too, but not in the fighting parts. She wanted to do more research. Peter was, at his mother's advice, going to the ministry.
I moved in with James, Remus, Sirius and Peter, and for a few weeks I just helped around the house. And then, Dumbledore owled me, asking to come.
I went back to Hogwarts school, my childhood memories surrounding me, and went to Dumbledore's office.
"Hello, Dewy," He greeted me cheerfully. "Would you please have a sit? Thank you. I heared from your brother that you don't have a job yet, and I'd like to offer you one.
"As you know, our Defense against the Arts teacher is going to retire in a few years. The Ministry decided to let him teach only the seventh years for a while, and to get another teacher for the rest of the students. Would you like the job?"
Being at Hogwarts...The place that offered protection. Of course I wanted that. I'd be able to teach classes, I knew that.
"Yes," I said, shaking Dumbledore's hand. I was very grateful for keeping the old DADA teacher as the teacher for the seventh years - after all, they would have been my classmates.
"Oh, and Dewy -" Dumbledore took a little black box out of his drawer, "Now that Voldemort is in power and you are out of Hogwarts, you should have this." I took the box and went home.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A.N: Yes, I know Dumbledore can't hire a graduate as a Hogwarts teacher. But believe me, dewy won't be a Hogwarts teacher for a long time...
Trying to escape from Marge Dursley that summer was not easy, especially for a klutz like me. James was athletic enogh to hide from Vernon, but Marge Dursley turned out to have sharp eyes.
"Dewy!" She would say to me each time I innocently edged a bit closer to the door. "Come! I've got a new lipstick to try on!" Marge would then take me to her room, put me in front of a mirror and smudge a neon green lipstick on my lips. (My poor, chapped lips, who only wanted a chapstick, and not a neon green lipstick that was tested on animals.)
But finally, Lily invited me over to the rest of the summer. I spent the last three weeks of the break in her old house, trying to escape from no other then her sister, Petunia.
Although we weren't very glad that the break ended, we boarded the Hogwarts Express with a relived feeling.
Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry turned out to be the safest place in the wizard world from Voldemort.
Nobody those days would understand it. Nobody would understand that feeling that all was the same - and all was diffrent.
Families would go through the day as usual, but at night they would all get in the house and huddle together, like Voldemort couldn't get them that way.
I later heard some wizards and witches who were very small at that time tell their memories...They had grown to dread the times when their mother and father put on a fake smile, and never let them walk two meters away from them.
But I got away fairly easily from that mess. Hogwarts was a very safe place for wizards and witches.
And besides, who did I have to worry about? All my friends were next to me, Arabella Figg was an Ex-Auror, James was next to me, too, and I didn't have to worry for the rest of my family...
Because they were dead.
And that year, my fifth year at Hogwarts, The sixth year, it was more noticeable then ever.
Suddenly, I would feel alone in the world, as if I didn't have James, or Lily, or Mrs. Figg. Suddenly, I would feel scared.
But those feelings didn't last long, and besides that, sixth year was wonderful.
The days and months passed, as usual, with no adventure. Finally, I found myself finishing the sixth year and going up to seventh year and graduating...
And then, it all stopped. I graduated from Hogwarts, topping most of my classes, and I did not know what to do now.
James, Remus and Sirius were to become Aurors (Peter wasn't in a good enogh physical shape for that,) and Lily was going to be an Auror, too, but not in the fighting parts. She wanted to do more research. Peter was, at his mother's advice, going to the ministry.
I moved in with James, Remus, Sirius and Peter, and for a few weeks I just helped around the house. And then, Dumbledore owled me, asking to come.
I went back to Hogwarts school, my childhood memories surrounding me, and went to Dumbledore's office.
"Hello, Dewy," He greeted me cheerfully. "Would you please have a sit? Thank you. I heared from your brother that you don't have a job yet, and I'd like to offer you one.
"As you know, our Defense against the Arts teacher is going to retire in a few years. The Ministry decided to let him teach only the seventh years for a while, and to get another teacher for the rest of the students. Would you like the job?"
Being at Hogwarts...The place that offered protection. Of course I wanted that. I'd be able to teach classes, I knew that.
"Yes," I said, shaking Dumbledore's hand. I was very grateful for keeping the old DADA teacher as the teacher for the seventh years - after all, they would have been my classmates.
"Oh, and Dewy -" Dumbledore took a little black box out of his drawer, "Now that Voldemort is in power and you are out of Hogwarts, you should have this." I took the box and went home.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A.N: Yes, I know Dumbledore can't hire a graduate as a Hogwarts teacher. But believe me, dewy won't be a Hogwarts teacher for a long time...