HARRY POTTER AND THE SECRET OF LACIE McGONAGALL/ CHAPTER TWO
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the related characters. No offense to the untrue rude things Professor McGonagall says about J.K. Rowling during this chapter.
The next morning I woke up and looked around the room I was in. So I wasn't dreaming! I stood up and went to my bags of stuff lying on the floor and pulled out my copy of the first Harry Potter book. I crawled back into the bed I was sleeping in and opened the book. I just couldn't believe that this was actually happening to me. Would I actually get to meet the Harry Potter? Wow! I opened my book and started to read it over for the fifteenth time when Professor McGon-- oh! I mean Mum walked into my room. "Good morning!" she chirped. She pulled the drapes back to let the sunlight pour in. I squinted a bit. "Morning," I replied back, deeply intent in my book.
"What's that you're reading there?" she asked. I looked uneasily at her. "Er… remember how I know so much about the magical world? Well, here's why," I said, handing her the book. She examined the cover of it and then chuckled softly. "I knew Harry was famous, but not that famous!" "It's not just about Harry; it's about Vol- er- You-Know-Who, the kids at Hogwarts. And even you," I said quietly. "Just read it." "Alright, I suppose I will. I'm not too busy today," she said, "Lacie, would you like something to eat for breakfast?" "No thank you, I usually don't ever eat breakfast."
"Well, if you need anything," she said, "You know where to find me… in my room with my nose stuck in this book." "Alright… Mum," I said, smiling. She walked out of the room and I dived in my bag and reached for the fourth Harry Potter book, which was my favorite because it was the longest of them all.
I feel almost like… I don't know… like I'm in love with Harry Potter already. But that's absurd! I never even met the cutie- erm- guy. What if I am in love with Harry? What if I actually get to meet him? What if he happens to like me back? Nah, that's absolutely impossible! Well, not completely impossible… Harry Potter, the Harry Potter, have a crush on me? Man! I sure am dreaming! But it feels like something more than an obsession… like true love… I'd have competition anyhow; everybody knows that Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, and a zillion other girls fancy poor, cute, famous, and adorable Harry Potter. Oh! But I want him so bad!……………………..
I fell asleep but a shout from the next room woke me up. "I never said that!" I jumped up and ran to Mum's room. "I never said that!" she repeated. "Said what?" I asked sleepily. "I never had this conversation with Dumbledore! I knew the Potters were dead, and why they were dead, so why am I asking him these ridiculous questions? Who wrote this lying biased thing, anyway?" I flipped the pages to the front and showed her where the author's name was written. To my complete surprise, Mum laughed. "I should have known," she muttered, chuckling darkly. "Er- known what?" I asked, confused. "Quite the spy, she was. She was a former witch, but banned from the wizarding world and made to live like an ordinary Muggle. She was a reporter, who, in the wizarding world here, went by the name of Rita Skeeter. She's very lucky she was never sent to Azkaban-- ooh, she's in so much trouble, just wait!" I gasped. Rita Skeeter wrote this? Not my beautiful hero, J.K. Rowling? I felt sad, betrayed almost. I loved Harry Potter so much! How dare she do something like this to me and my fellow Harry Potter fans?! "I-is most of it true, though?" I asked, almost trembling. "Actually, compared to Rita's normal works, this one is the truest. I have to read the whole book to give it a final judgment," Mum said matter-of-factly.
Later that night, we sat down to eat dinner after Mum had finished the book. "Well?" I said. "It was almost word-for-word, save the incorrect beginning." "There's more of them, you know," I told her, "It's a series." "Hmm… well, I can't read them tomorrow because we're going to buy all of your school things and supplies," mum said, while piling gravy on her potatoes. "Diagon alley!" I shrieked with a mouth full of porkchop. "How cool is that!" Mum shrugged. "Cool enough." I was so excited. Maybe I would glimpse some students that went to Hogwarts!
The next day Mum woke me up real early. I didn't want to get up and I groaned when she shook me. "Oh come on Lacie! Let's get ready so we can go to Diagon Alley," she said. I was up in an instant. I showered and went to my room to find something cute to wear. I especially wanted to look good if I happened to run into Harry Potter. I picked out a colorful metallic tank top that was made out of some silk material that tied around my neck and some cargo- pocketed shorts. I threw a bit of make-up on and put a cute butterfly clip in my medium-length blond hair. I slipped on my thong sandals and walked in the kitchen where my mum was eating breakfast. When she saw me, she frowned. "What the hell are you wearing?" she demanded. I shrugged and looked down below at my outfit. "Clothes?" I said. "A bit skimpy, you agree?" Mum said. "Not skimpy, just summer clothes," I argued. "But so revealing?"
"No--"
Mum pulled on a long-sleeved robe and I laughed sarcastically. "Whatever. Come on, let's just go," Mum said. "Are we going by Floo Powder?" I asked eagerly. "Uh, yeah if you want to. I was actually planning on going on the London Underground," Mum said. "Okay!" I answered happily. "You do know how to use it, right?" she asked, grabbing a small lime-green flowerpot off of the kitchen counter. "Yep," I answered proudly. "I'll go first." I threw the powder in the living room fireplace, stepped in, and shouted, "Diagon Alley!" I fell through and landed on stone marble. It wasn't too fun, taking Floo Powder, but it wasn't as bad as Harry had described it. I looked around as I stood up and got to my feet. A second later, mum fell next to me. "Ready?" she asked. I nodded. We walked into a white building and were greeted by goblins. We went to Mum's vault on a cart that awesomely felt like a roller coaster ride, got some of Mum's money out, and then left. I was very disappointed that I didn't see any dragons.
First we went to Flourish and Bloutts. Mum took a list out her pocket and we searched the store for the named books. While Mum was finding all my schoolbooks, I was roaming the huge store gazing at everything and everyone in sight. Then I saw two tall red-headed teenagers both identical to the very last freckle. Were they the Weasley twins? If they were, then that meant Ron and Harry were here too! Only one way to find out! I walked up and felt a state of nervousness cross over me. "Er-- hi," I stuttered. One of the boys put down his copy of How to Turn Your Parents into Toads and looked up at me."Hogwarts?" I asked nervously. "Yep," the other boy answered. "Are you a first year?" he asked. "By the way, I'm Fred Weasley and this is my jolly ol' brother George."
"I know," I answered, "Um, no, actually I'm a fifth year."
"A fifth year?" Fred asked. "Oh no, dear, we know every single student in the school…"
"Well that's because I'm just starting this year," I answered. "Oh, I didn't know that students could transfer to Hogwarts," George said. "Don't be silly, George, they can't," Fred said, "She's obviously some confused foreign kid on vacation."
"No I'm not!" I said hotly. " I'm 15 years old and I'm starting this year because I was put under some sort of spell since I was a year old."
"What's your name?" Fred asked. "Lacie McGonagall," I said proudly. Comprehension dawned on the both of them. "Ohhhhh!" they both said in unison. "Yeah, Dumbledore told us about you last year. Shame for Harry though-- but he's still as famous as before--"
"--Is Harry here at Diagon Alley?' I interrupted eagerly. "Yeah, actually, he's standing right behind you with my brother Ron," George said. I turned around and saw Harry and Ron standing right behind me. I opened my mouth to say something but passed out and fell cold to the ground, losing consciousness.