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Chapter Four
Richest Ride In The World
York quickly took hold of the
butterflies' reins and ushered them forwards. Harry had never experienced
butterfly transportation before, and it felt like a massive roller coaster
was swinging him upside down. His face had started to turn green ,when
York slowed down her creatures and entered the already cramped bubble.
"Don't worry Harry this won't
take to long. I just have to get you to my safe house then everything will
be ok," she said with a smile. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out
a small pill and pressed it into Harry's hand, "Swallow it and you won't
be sick anymore."
With that spoken, York jumped
back out of the bubble and grabbed the reins tightly. Harry looked at the
small pill and reluctantly swallowed it. Almost instantly he felt fine.
His head was no longer spinning and he could keep his eyes open without
feeling sick.
This trip was certainly a different
one, as Harry had never experienced anything from the size of an insect.
Everyone and everything looked massive to him, even though he was used
to seeing them on a regular basis. York was singing a song to herself as
they came slowly to a stop. Harry looked around and realized suddenly that
they were at Ron's house. The garden was cluttered with gnomes, and he
could hear voices coming from inside.
"Now you three get out there!"
Harry heard Mrs. Weasley yell.
"But mum I hate de-gnoming
the garden," Fred and George complained at the same time.
"You deserve much more then
this," came Mrs. Weasley's angry voice as he saw Fred, George, and Ron
being pushed out into the garden, "After what you did to Ginny! I'd say
you shouldn't be aloud to use your broomsticks for the rest of the summer!"
"Aw, come on mum, she'll be
able to speak normally again in a few hours," Ron complained to the closed
door. When his mother didn't respond Ron sighed and headed after Fred and
George, who had already begun the insipid task.
Harry and York watched silently
from a few feet above the ground, each chuckling once in awhile when a
gnome hit a tree and bounced back hard. Harry looked at York out of the
corner of his eye, and he noticed something strange. The back of her shirt
had to long tears down the back, equal in length and thickness. But when
York turned to look at him she had a smile on her face. She put her hands
over her ears and motioned for Harry to do the same.
With that done, York jumped
down from her butterfly and instantly grew to her usual height. Fred, George
and Ron all jumped back when she was standing before them.
"Who are you?" Fred asked rather
curiously. She seemed to like what he saw in her as he scanned her body
quickly with his eyes. A smile slowly formed on his lips.
"I'm here to help you," York
said smiling even though she knew what Fred was thinking about, "Since
you are the friends of Harry Potter, and I am his governess, I've decided
to finish this job for you."
"Harry's here and he has a
governess?," Ron asked looked around him, "Where is he?"
"Down there," York said pointing
towards her tiny butterflies. The twins looked at each other rather shocked
and Ron to grew rather envious, "He's there on my Monarchs," York explained.
"You have your own Monarchs?"
Ron asked stepping towards them.
York rather confused by this
questioned, "Um... Yeah I do, I suppose that's how I got here," she answered.
"You must have a ton of money!"
George said, following Ron as they looked down at her butterflies.
"Not really," York said feeling
rather embarrassed, "They were a gift from-" York began, but held herself
back at the last second.
"Who would ever give someone
something this expensive?" Ron asked, turning to her.
"Never mind about that, now
if you still want my help I'll happily de-gnome this garden in an instant,"
York said trying to change the subject as fast as she could, "Just plug
your ears and everything will be done in a flash."
They obeyed her and blocked
their ears with their hands. York took a few steps out of the dirt and
took a deep breath, and began to sing;
"Poor fools they make me laugh
ha ha ha ha ha," with that done, air jets blasted out of the ground, throwing
the gnomes high into the air.
Uncovering their ears, they
look up to see the gnomes falling randomly all over the place but none
in their own garden, several upon their house roof and others in the lower
trees.
"How did you do that?" George
asked, sounding impressed and stepping towards her. York smiled at him
but walked past him towards where she'd parked her butterflies.
But when she reached the spot
she paused and glanced right and left, "Harry?" she whispered carefully
looking on the ground for her butterflies, "Harry?"
There was a silence, then York
started to look worried. She kneeled onto the ground and began scratching
at the dirt with her fingers, "Harry?" she shouted, causing the three Weasley's
to look at her strangely. She looked panic stricken, and scared out of
her mind, "Oh great, I'll have my wings torn off for this one! Give me
something soft."
"Like what?" Ron asked looking
around, but nothing around them appeared to fit that category.
"Give me your shirts," she
commanded, looking up at the sky like she was waiting for something to
fall. Fred and George whispered something to each other while handing her
their shirts and laughing slightly at their inside joke. York glared at
them, but ignored what she understood already. Taking all three of their
shirts she took out a long wand and they instantly were sewed together
like a blanket.
"Now he should fall right about
here," York said to herself, making a few mental calculations, "Come hold
a corner everyone."
Ron ran quietly to her while
the twins took their time still absorbing their own thoughts.
"What are we standing here
for?" Ron asked following her eyes as she looked up into the air.
"Harry will be falling down
any moment," She explained, holding her corner tightly. And, sure enough,
several seconds later the Monarch butterflies crashed into the center of
the three shirts, "Now Harry just take the reins the steer the butterflies
towards me."
Harry reached to the outside
of the bubble, and took the reins in his hands. Slowly they obeyed him
and turned towards York. With a quick burst of speed they flew towards
her and landed on her shoulder. She giggled slightly and broke the bubble
around Harry so he could become his usual size again.
Without a second thought, Harry
jumped off the butterfly and landed directly in York's arms. He blushed
slightly as York smiled at him, "I'm glad you're all right," she said lowering
him to the ground.
The twins gave Harry a rather
jealous look and turned away from him. Their mother began yelling at them
from inside the Burrow.
"That yard had better be done
soon, boys!" her voice yelled through an open window, "And if there is
one gnome-" Mrs. Weasley stopped yelling and looked out of the window.
The garden looked wonderful without all the gnomes wandering about. But,
even better then that, Harry and a new guest she'd never seen were also
out there listening to her.
"Ron, why didn't you tell me
Harry was coming over? Come in, come in," Mrs. Weasley said, gesturing
for them all to come inside. Ron, George, and Fred lead the way, Harry
followed closely while York carefully took a box out of her pocket and
put her Monarchs inside.
Ron's house hadn't changed
much since Harry's last visit, it was still rather small for such a big
family. The kitchen was cluttered even more with the presence of Mrs. Weasley,
her three sons who had been outside, Harry, Ginny, and York.
"Now who are you, young lady?"
Mrs. Weasley asked, searching for some details.
"I am called York, Harry's
governess until he returns to school," York said politely, taking a seat
between Fred and George, "I'm like a personal body guard, so to speak."
"Oh..." Mrs. Weasley said,
nodding her head, "I understand dear. I am Molly Weasley. This is Ron,
George, Fred, and Ginny," she paused for a second "Are you an Auror?"
"Not exactly," York replied,
searching for the right word, "But I am highly trained in magic."
Mrs. Weasley stopped, York
didn't seem to want to disgust the topic any further. But strangely enough
she began to look around the room with her eyes, like she sensed something
was around. Mrs. Weasley conjured several glasses of raspberry juice and
they merrily drank and talked about the times.
"You wouldn't happen to have
a copy of the Daily Prophet would you Mrs. Weasley?" York asked taking
a small drink.
"Call me Molly dear, do you
have a favorite section," Mrs. Weasley asked.
"No just the whole thing would
be nice," she said taking the paper from Mrs. Weasley's hand. Ron and Harry
pushed their chair away from the table and began talking Quiditch.
"Where's the world cup being
held this year?" Harry asked feeling stupider then ever that he didn't
live in the wizard world.
"There's still one more match,"
Ron said taking another drink, "But last I heard it was supposed to be
in France."
"Oh great," York said louder
then she meant, "I'll be right back Harry."
With that spoken she disapparate
instantly, the paper instantly floated down onto the table. Ron grabbed
it and read outloud.
"New Discovery: Quat," he said
turning the paper so Harry could read, "Looks like Hagrid discovered a
new magical creature."
Harry read the short article
quickly;
Rubeus Hagrid,
teachers at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had discovered a
new magical creature that has never been reported by the Ministry of Magical
Discovies and Their Powers. This creature Hagrid says, "It's my normal
style, but I still love it."
This creature was far from
anything Harry had ever seen Hagrid taking care of, it looked strangely,
cute. Although small Harry could see that this creature looked much like
a baby sphinx, but it kept changing into different creatures, it turned
into golden bodied baby unicorn, then into what appeared to be a normal
house cat.
Mr. Hagrid
refuses to let the Ministry perform any tests that could prove harmful
to this Quat but eventually we should be able to prove how powerful this
discovery really is. "Found her playing in the pumpkin patch," Hagrid said.
If anything else comes up we'll inform the public immediately as of now
there is no reason to panic.
"My, my, look at the time I'll
have to start dinner right away," Mrs. Weasley suddenly realized, jumping
to her feet. Ron brought Harry out of the kitchen and headed for his room.
"Yell when dinner's ready,"
Ron shouted as they started up the stairs.
"I will,' Mrs. Weasley responded,
"I'll send York up when she comes back too."
"Where did your governess come
from anyway?" Ron asked, as they entered the second landing.
"I really don't know. I wasn't
told anything before she showed up," Harry said, but once he did he realized
that it was a stupid thing to say. Ron and his family still seemed extremely
concerned for his safety and didn't want to worry them any more about his
problems. Then another thought came to him; where had York come from? She
spoke Parselmouth like him, but usually only the most wicked of the magical
world had that ability, and even Professor McGonagall hadn't sent him an
owl post about her. And Dumbledore did mention that he wanted him to stay
with his Muggle relatives for while when Ron's mother had offered to take
him in.
All of these thoughts began
to fill Harry's mind as he slowly followed Ron up to his bedroom. Ron snapped
him out of it though once he noticed Harry was staring off into no where.
"Hey, Harry," Ron said rather
loudly. Harry turned to him and blinked several times.
"What?" Harry asked, looking
at him.
"You were off in a daze," Ron
said, rather concerned.
"I was just thinking about
York," Harry said looking down at his feet. Ron nudged him and gave him
an encouraging smile.
"You fancy her?" Ron asked
looking over at him. Harry blushed and stared back at him.
"No," Harry said, still blushing.
He'd never told Ron about his feelings for Cho Chang, and wasn't planning
on telling him now, "Ron, really, I don't fancy her at all!"
Ron looked up at the ceiling
pretending not to believe him. Harry punched him in the shoulder and he
gave him a sympathetic face.
"I was just kidding," Ron said
laughing at Harry's expression. Harry joined in his laughter, when suddenly
he felt like they weren't alone, there was a tingling on his forehead.
He put his hand on his forehead and it almost burn his skin.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked,
looking more concerned then ever.
Harry clutched his scar but
didn't let out a scream. The heat tingled and it felt like someone was
hammer a nail into his skull. Ron's small bedroom window broke open, and
Ron jumped in front of Harry ready to protect him.
"There's the boy," a Parselmouth
voice said, without a moment notice the blind Nagini came slithering into
Ron's bedroom hissing merrily as she went. Harry looked up at Nagini his
eyes watering, he passed out, crashing onto the floor.