The Secret
world of Harry Potter.
Jasmine
stared at Harry as Harry raised his wand high above him. Harry muttered under
his breath and the pair waited. He had intended to make a nice little light
show for her. But try as he might, nothing appeared.
Jasmine
laughed. "You are daft Harry!"
"Don't
laugh! It should have worked!" moaned Harry. Jasmine hugged him and kissed him.
Harry shook her off.
"What
is your problem?" shouted Jasmine. "Why are you so bloody serious all the time!
Lighten up!"
"I wish
you could understand," sighed Harry, slumping onto the bed.
Jasmine
wanted to understand why Harry was so moody, but did not press the matter.
"Come
on, let's go outside again. I think we both need some fresh air," she said.
"Sorry
Jasmine. It's just that you've got such a nice place here. I wish I could show
you my little world too."
"Okay
then. Let's go to yours!"
Harry
froze with panic. "You cannot be serious! Uncle Vernon and Auntie Petunia – "
"Who
cares! Stop being such a coward, and let's go and see your family eh?" And with
that, Jasmine was grabbing Harry by the arm and dragging downstairs and
outside.
As they
walked the short distance to Harry's home, Jasmine kept trying to get a look at
Harry's wand. He eventually gave up and handed it over. "It must be that cider
stuff that's made me such a lousy wizard," he moaned.
"Wow!
Where did you get this? Forbidden Planet?" said Jasmine in geek-like awe.
"Sorry?
I bought it from a shop that specialises in them."
"Oh
right. I've got this sword from a shop like that. I'll show you it later, if
you like."
Harry
felt his mind buzz in confusion. He stopped and turned to Jasmine and asked "Wait!
Wait! Wait! You're telling me that we wizards must be kept absolutely hidden
from you mug- erm… non-wizards, but you know all about Dragons and beasts and
that already? And you can by weapons and stuff too?"
"Everyone's
allowed to have a fantasy too Harry," defended Jasmine, slightly bewildered
herself. "What do they teach you at your school?"
Harry
threw back his head and laughed. "Spells! Magic! How to ride Griffons! How to
mix potions! Not just fantasy – actual, real and dangerous stuff!"
Jasmine
gave Harry a look. "Hmmm. You can let me drink all the booze next time round I
think!"
Harry
exploded. "I am not drunk! It's all true!"
Jasmine
smiled again "Yeah yeah. Okay then. Let's go see all your spell books and
potions and that."
"You
want to look at my homework?"
Jasmine
stared at him, then burst out laughing. "Oh yes please. It would make me really
happy," she managed, trying to disguise her mirth with a serious tone. Harry
fumed and the pair marched back home.
Only
Dudley was in as Auntie Petunia had gone away with her flower-arranging clique
and Uncle Vernon was at work.
Jasmine
and Harry snuck into the house and made their way upstairs. Dudley could be
heard in his room, playing on his computer.
"In
there's Dudley. One to avoid." Muttered Harry as they entered his room.
Jasmine
entered and saw how bare the room was. In her heart, she felt terrible for
Harry. "Very minimalist," she mused.
"Minimalist?
What's that?" sighed Harry. The room looked suspiciously tidy and in the back
of his mind alarm bells were ringing.
"Oh,
you know. Art and that," said Jasmine. She noted that Harry looked uneasy. "What's
up Harry?"
But
Harry did not reply. He went to the trunk at the bottom of his bed. Throwing it
open, he cried in despair: the trunk was empty! Jasmine tried to help, but
Harry in his panic began to go through all of his cupboards and drawers.
Every
trace of Hogwarts had disappeared!
"Noooo!"
cried Harry. He stormed out and into Dudley's room, leaving Jasmine alone and
awkward in Harry's empty room.
"Where's
all my stuff?" shouted Harry as he burst into Dudley's room.
Dudley
was not in fact on his computer, but laying on his bed, reading a letter.
Dudley almost fainted in shock and quickly hid the letter under his pillow as
he sat up to talk to Harry.
"Harry?
What are…? What are you going on about?"
"I mean…
Why… Where's all my stuff?" moaned Harry. To Harry's surprise, Dudley got up
and left the room.
"Sorry
Harry, have no idea what you're on about. But let's go and – Who are you?" shouted Dudley as he left the room. Harry
correctly presumed Dudley had run into Jasmine.
"Never
mind Jasmine – do you know where my stuff has gone?" wailed Harry as he caught
up with Dudley.
"Hello
Dudley," said Jasmine sheepishly.
Dudley
grunted something and nodded back. "What's missing then Harry?" he asked as he
burst into Harry's room?
"All of
my school stuff!" cried Harry. He and Jasmine chased Dudley.
"What's
this then?" said Dudley, holding up a tatty old school bag full of books.
"That's
not them! All of my spell books and stuff!"
"Oh
yeah, that stuff. Don't know. Haven't seen it in ages have I?" sulked Dudley
and with that, stormed back into his bedroom, bolting his door loudly behind
him.
Harry
crashed onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. Jasmine stood there awkwardly
before muttering "Erm, I think I had better go now. Thanks for the day out
Harry."
Harry
almost felt like crying as the magnitude of what had happened struck him. Then
he remembered Jasmine and stood up to hug her.
"Sorry
Jasmine. I – I really have enjoyed -"
"Have
your wand back Harry," sighed Jasmine. "See you tomorrow."
She
turned and left wordlessly. Harry felt like chasing after her, but decided to
rip his room apart to check for his many books and potion ingredients. Then he
checked the whole house and was shocked to discover that even his broom had
disappeared.
TO BE
CONTINUED…