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Chapter Three

Governess Yorkshire

"Get down here," Harry heard his Aunt Petunia yell.

He jumped at her sudden shriek and began pulling his trunk into their hallway. Just as he was about to push it to the top of the stairs he paused, and turned to look back.

Dudley's bedroom door was slightly ajar and the muffled snores of his cousin echoed in Harry's silent pause. An evil grin appeared on Harry's face as he knelt down next to his trunk.

Unlocking it, he took out a small maroon pounce tied shut with some string, he slowly closed the trunk and tiptoed down the hallway. Carefully opening the wooden door he watched his cousin sleep soundly in his bed.

"Doughnuts...... brownies....... vanilla frosting....." Dudley mumbled in his sleep, licking his lips occasionally. Harry laughed quietly while his cousin dreamed of the sweets he couldn't eat. Without hesitation, Harry untied the little pouch and pulled out what looked like a green marble.

"You'll have to thank Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes for this one," Harry smiled, laughing slightly as he squeezed the marble in his hand. The marble shattered easier then a paper wad, causing a green like mist to waft around Dudley's bedroom. Soon all that Harry could smell was cakes and pies, filled with sugar and butter. His mouth watered again once he realized he's only eaten one apple for breakfast.

"Hurry up!" he heard Uncle Vernon shout as footsteps crashed up the creaking stairs. Harry darted out of Dudley's bedroom and landed near his trunk. He lifted the lid threw the bag of 'Candy Scents' inside and locked it securely.

Uncle Vernon reached the top of the stairs and glared down at Harry. Harry looked up at him completely in shock but remained purely innocent, "The lock was jabbed I couldn't get it closed," Harry lied, dragging the truck across the carpeting. Uncle Vernon grunted then smelled something in the air, Harry's sweet mist had gotten into the hallway and his uncle appeared to grow hungrier.

"Petunia, do we have any more of those doughnuts?" he asked her as he waddled the rest of the way down the stairs. Once out of an ear shot Harry burst out laughing so hard that tears came to his eyes. He stepped back inside his room and took one last look around.

Everything remained the same. Dudley's miscellaneous junk still cluttered the shelves, although Harry had organized them once in awhile. Hedwig sat in her cage hooting peacefully to herself as Harry entered and sat on the bed. He looked around the room again and with a sigh of relief lifted Hedwig's cage and brought her into the hallway.

"Do you need any help, sir?" a woman's voice asked, as Harry put Hedwig on top of his trunk. Harry looked up to see a woman standing at the top of the stairs. She wore horn - rimmed glasses which were rather thick, and her hair was done up in a high bun with a Chinese pin. She wore an elegant business suit which made Harry think of a stock broker.

"I said, Would you like any help?" she repeated taking several steps closer to him.

"Are you my governess?" Harry asked, lifting Hedwig off his truck again.

"Yes I am," she answered gently, "I am the Governess Yorkshire. Would you be needing any assistance?"

"Sure, all right here," Harry said taking hold of the top of Hedwig's cage and lifting her towards his governess.

"All right then lets get going shall we?" she said walking past Harry's outstretched arm. She walked over towards the trunk and lifted it easily above her head.

"No really I can get-" Harry began before he knew it was pointless. His governess had already made it halfway down the stairs and he wasn't going to stop her now. Hedwig looked up at him and he looked back at her, then he followed her down the stairs.

"Oh, oh, Governess Yorkshire," Aunt Petunia said scampering towards her,

"Would you like to join us in some tea?"

"Yes that would be nice it's been a long journey," she responded putting Harry's trunk lightly on the floor. Harry opened Hedwig's cage so she could stretch her wings and jogged into the kitchen to join them.

"Oh, we're just thrilled that you've come! Did you have a nice trip?" Aunt Petunia asked. She sounded like a complete and utter airhead who was flirting with the mail man. His governess sat there politely and drank slowly, pausing once in awhile to think of a good answer. Harry recognized her but couldn't place her anywhere in his memories.

"My trip was all right, it's much warmer here then where I'm from I haven't adjusted yet," she said plastering a fake smile on her face. Aunt Petunia smiled along with her while Uncle Vernon noticed something on her finger.

"That is a beautiful ring," Uncle Vernon said lifting her hand, "Are you going to be married?" The ring was of elegant design and was only noticed by Uncle Vernon because he was trying to see if this governess was of a higher class then his own family.

"No I'm not married, I'm not even engaged, this is just an heirloom from my mother," she answered tucking her hand into her stiff sleeved jacket. Harry crossed the room quietly, and took his normal seat. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon hadn't even noticed his arrival, but his governess nodded her head towards him, "If you'll excuse me, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, I really must be taking Harry and going now."

They both stood up from their chairs and brought her right to the door. Harry followed, drinking his tea quickly as he tired to keep up.

"Well it's been nice meeting you! Goodbye dear, goodbye!" Aunt Petunia said, waving happily at her. Uncle Vernon nearly shoved them out of the door and shut it behind them.

"Those horrible horrible people," Governess Yorkshire spat out, as soon as they shut the door. Harry looked up at her even those he wasn't much shorter, "But now finally Harry I don't have to keep on this stupid outfit."

Harry's governess Yorkshire reached for the pin in her hair, and pulled it out quickly, "Hold on to this for me all right," she said, handing him the long hair pin.

Harry nodded an agreement and watched her as she took off the stiff business suit. Underneath her suit she wore a regular T-Shirt which happened to be bright red, and a pair of dark blue jeans. She lifted the thick glasses off her face and smiled at Harry with bright green eyes. Her hair fell to her shoulders and was a waving brownish red..

"You can call me York," York said, holding out her hand. Harry took it and shook it lightly. Before he knew what was going on she hugged him tightly and didn't let go for quite a long time.

Harry was still baffled and confused as York let go of him and took the pin out of his hand.

"We'd better be going, I have to take care of you now," York said, turning away from him.

"Um... where exactly are we going?" Harry questioned, looking around for some mode of transportation. But there was nothing on Privet Drive; just a few of the neighbors cars and a small tricycle.

York turned away from him thinking to herself when something broke her train of thought and she turned back up towards the house.

"Mum, where did you hide all my sweeties?! I can still smell them, mum!" Dudley's furious scream echoed through the closed windows. Harry and York both started laughing and didn't stop for quiet sometime. They heard Dudley's thundering footsteps crash down the stairs as he waddled quickly into the kitchen.

"Stupid excuse for a Muggle," York mumbled aloud. Harry started laughing. York turned to him puzzled, "You understood that?"

Harry looked at her confused, but nodded slowly. York gasped and darted over to him, "You're a Parselmouth?" Harry nodded again and York gasped again, "I never thought you would be, but I suppose it's possible."

York lifted up Harry's fringe and looked at the jagged lightning blot scar. Pondering a thought that didn't share with Harry, even as she turned away from him.

"Well that just sweetness! I never thought I'd find another good witch or wizard who spoke Parselmouth," York said, kneeling onto the ground. Harry walked towards her and look down. There was a small bubble on the ground attached on the back of two butterflies.

"There's my little monarchs," York said, gently lifting the bubble into her hand, "Now you know what to do, take me first all right?"

There came a soft humming that was barely audible over the wind. With a small pop, York disappeared and the butterflies glided to the ground. Harry looked to see two more objects disappear his trunk, and Hedwig's cage was now gone.

"Now it's your turn," Harry heard a little voice echo in his ear. With a small pop Harry had disappeared and found himself inside a tiny glass bubble.

"What's going on?" he said, although he was doubtful that York had heard him. York turned and smiled again. Harry refrained from asking questions, and held on tightly to his trunk as the butterflies took off down the street.