"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.