Chapter 3
The next week passed so incredibly slowly Harry felt as though it equaled a year at school. But, he guessed that was what happened when you lived in a living hell and were waiting for something good. His aunt, still furious for his threatening Dudley made him do ridiculously unnecessary chores such as washing the laundry by hand and then blowing it dry with a blow dryer and re-painting the little white picket fence in their backyard with a toothbrush. Uncle Vernon was no help at all. All he did was inspect Harry's work then make him do it over and tell him again and again "he would have to earn his ride to London" and "to put some elbow grease into it this time." Dudley just lied around eating and watching Harry work his butt off in the hot summer sun.
Finally, after an eternity, August 15 came. Harry awoke after a surprisingly good night's sleep - 11pm to 6am - one of the longest night's he had slept all summer. When he first woke, he glanced at the clock and then pulled the covers over his head, hoping he could pretend to sleep late and avoid more chores. The he remembered he was going to visit Ron today and have a Dursely - free week. The thought overjoyed him. He quickly tossed off his blankets and groped around his nightstand, knocking his glasses onto the floor. Once they were placed on his nose he stood up and stretched. He walked over to his wardrobe, trying to decide whether to wear wizard robes, or muggle clothing and noticed Hedwig hadn't returned yet. He hoped she could find him at Ron's. He packed a regular muggle suitcase with clothes ect... stuff he figured he would need at Ron's
After about two hours, the usual banging of Aunt Petunia sounded on his door.
"Harry," her high-pitched voice screeched. " Get out here NOW."
"Coming." Harry replied and let out a huge yawn.
"Is your friend coming in through the fireplace again?" She said the word friend as if it were a filthy bug she wanted to kill. Harry had written Ron suggesting he make a less dramatic entrance this year but he hadn't received a reply and had no idea how he would come.
"I dunno." Harry answered honestly.
" Well," she snapped, "Come along then, I have one more thing I want you to do before you leave."
One more chore would be a synch. Boy was he wrong.
This was the worst chore yet. Petunia made him water the lawn with a turkey baster, drop by drop. Harry worked for a good five hours, the sun beating down on his neck. Finally, Petunia was satisfied and let a sun burned Harry come in to wait for Ron.
Ron and his Dad showed up at around three-thirty. Harry was incredibly surprised when the doorbell rang and behind it stood Ron. The Dursley's could care less about Harry leaving so Harry grabbed his suitcase and walked out the door. Half way through Harry screamed to his aunt and uncle, who were sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee, " I'll be back August 22."
Once outside Harry's first question to Ron was.
"How did you get here?"
"Easy," Ron answered. "We took the car."
"No way!" Harry replied.
"Yep."
Harry looked up to see Mr. Weasly's flying car. Perfectly restored from when Ron and Harry had crashed it into the Whomping Willow in their second year.
"How," Harry began but Ron answered before he could finish.
"Dumbledore returned it to us in mint condition."
"Wow." Was all Harry could say.
Then he noticed Ron was now about a full head and shoulders taller than he. It made him feel scrawnier than ever. He wondered if he was still taller than Hermione even.
They piled into the car, which contained Fred, George, Ginny, and to his surprise Mrs. Weasly. Seeing the surprised look on Harry's face Mr. Weasly told Harry quietly,
"She wouldn't let me come to get you in this thing unless she could come along."
"Harry dear how are you?" Mrs. Weasly asked almost at once.
"Pretty good except for the Dursley's" Harry replied. As Mr. Weasly started the car Harry began telling about the ridiculous chores Aunt Petunia had made him do.
Fred and George found it all incredibly funny. Ginny listened intently, but remained quiet the whole ride.
Ron had just finished telling Harry about the new broom model that had just come out, the Thunderbolt, companion to the Firebolt, when they pulled up at the Burrow. The house was small but comfortable with a little garden out front. The garden, Harry noticed had a few gnomes wandering about in it.
"Here we are." Mr. Weasly declared.
"Home Sweet Home." Mrs. Weasly stated sighing.
They entered the kitchen and Mrs. Weasly ushered Harry into a chair, convinced that he must be exhausted from all the work Petunia made him do. He figured he better not tell her that he hadn't been sleeping well, for fear that he might give her a heart attack. She ordered Ron to take Harry's things up to his room and sent the rest of the children to get washed up for dinner.
The Weasly's and Harry sat down to dinner all except for Percy, who was of course still at work at the office. Harry and Ron talked mostly about Quidditch while Fred and George struck up a conversation about what kind of pranks they would pull at Hogwarts this year. This being their last year, they wanted to leave their mark at Hogwarts. And Harry would bet a thousand galleons that they would. He sighed sadly thinking that he wouldn't be there to see it. Ginny remained quiet as usual.
Just as Mrs. Weasly had served dessert, treacle tart, Mr. Weasly cleared his throat.
"Harry, I just wanted you to know that Dumbledore will be visiting us tomorrow to work out the details with you about the school you're going to."
Everyone had suddenly become very quiet and downcast. Harry wondered why Mr. Weasly had to bring that up when he had just forgotten all about leaving Hogwarts.
After about five minutes of awkward silence, something quite strange happened.
Percy burst through the door wearing muggle "hippie clothing," Bellbottoms, a tie-dye T-shirt, a gaudy peace sign necklace and blue circle-shaped sunglasses on the tip of his
nose.
This was quite amusing of course. Harry first stared at Percy in disbelief. Then he glanced at Ron and burst out laughing. Fred, George, and Ginny joined in and soon the entire table was chuckling at the very annoyed looking Percy standing in the doorway.
George stopped laughing just long enough to ask the question everyone was wondering:
"What happened Perce?" Then he collapsed into his fit of laughter again.
"Well." Percy said after everyone had gained their composure somewhat, " I was working on a very important top-secret project for the ministry when I heard two fellow co-workers talking."
"Eavesdropping eh Percy?" George remarked.
"No. I was listening. Now as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, they were trying to guess who would be the one to finally defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and I said I bet I could do it with one hand tied behind my back."
Harry was surprised to hear a loud snort come from Ginny as well as Fred and George at this but when he glanced at her she blushed and looked away.
"And they just laughed at me so I turned both of their hair blue and then they switched my clothes." Everyone burst into a fit of laughter again and Percy stormed out of the room, Harry supposed to change.
"Well he should know better than to say something like that." Mr. Weasly said finally.
"Yeah," Ginny added, it was the first thing Harry had heard her say all day, "It would take a much more powerful witch or wizard to defeat You-Know-Who." He though he saw her glance at him and Ron's look of about to burst into laughter for the fifth time confirmed his suspicions.
Later that night, Harry and Ron were in Ron's bedroom reading Quidditch Weekly, a magazine all about Quidditch. Harry could have sworn he heard Percy humming something to himself something like "all we are saying is give peace a chance," and then slapping himself. Ron brought up the subject of Harry's moving.
"I can't believe you're leaving Hogwarts." Ron started.
"I know." Harry replied.
"But I have a plan. If I can't convince Dumbledore to let me stay here, then I'll just have to find a way to defeat Voldemort. I swear I will have him killed by the end of this year. I hate him with a passion. Hate him Hate him Hate him do you hear me!" Harry finished with a yell. "Sorry." He quickly seeing the surprised look on Ron's face. " I mean he killed my parents and it's his fault Sirius has to be in hiding, and now he's making me leave Hogwarts and leave you and Hermione." He finished quietly.
"Don't worry Harry we'll help you. We'll be with you all the way," Ron said. The we referred to he and Hermione Harry assumed.
"Thanks. I knew you would want to help me but, I don't want either of you to get killed on my account so when I've finally come up with a plan, please listen to me." Harry finished.
An explosion was suddenly heard down the hall. It sounded like it was coming from the twin's room. The mischievous look returned to Harry and Ron's faces and they took off down the hall. Nothing more was said of their conversation.
The next day, Harry and Ron awoke at eleven o'clock. They went downstairs and were greeted each by a giant stack of pancakes dribbled in syrup. After finishing their meals, Mrs. Weasly told them to go upstairs and get dressed, Dumbledore would be there any minute.
Harry and Ron rushed upstairs and pulled on some clothes. Ron ran a comb through his hair but Harry figured why bother? Then they went downstairs to wait for Dumbledore to arrive.
While the waited they played a game of wizard chess in the living room. Dumbledore arrived at around twelve just as Ron had checkmated Harry's king.
"Hello everyone!" Dumbledore exclaimed merrily. " How are we this fine morning?"
"Great." Harry and Ron replied simultaneously. Mrs. Weasly could be heard tumbling down the stairs to greet Dumbledore.
"Molly, so good to see you." Dumbledore said his eyes twinkling behind their half moon glasses.
"And you." Mrs. Weasly replied.
She brought out some cookies and coffee for Dumbledore and then ushered Ron out of the room.
"Harry," Dumbledore began taking a seat on the couch across from Harry, who sat in a cushy armchair. " I trust you've received you letter."
Harry nodded. " And you know why I'm here."
"Professor -" Harry began.
"Wait, Harry. Please don't make this harder than it has to be. This is the last thing I wanted to do but when Severus suggested it, it seemed to be the best possible solution concerning your safety. I have spoken with Sirius and as you know from my letter, he has agreed to it." Dumbledore answered somewhat sadly.
Harry sighed. So this was all Snape's idea. I should have known. Harry remarked silently to himself. It made the whole thing seem even more suspicious. Wouldn't he be safest with Dumbledore near him? Wait till he told Ron and Hermione.
" I know the headmistress at Knockridde very well. She attended Hogwarts with me back in the day. Then when I took over as headmaster for Hogwarts, she left for the U.S. to start a wizard school there. We have always been somewhat of rivals. I trust her to keep an eye out for you."
Great. Now he would have someone watching his every move. Just Great.
" Her name is Elizabeth Knowell." If Harry didn't know better, he would have thought Dumbledore had a thing for her, " Professor Knowell to you. She has sent me the list of supplies you need for her school. You can buy everything in Diagon Alley. You are meeting Miss Granger there am I correct? Good. You will leave on August 30 at eight thirty pm from the London Airport. You will arrive in the Trenton airport in Trenton, New Jersey early August 31. Mr. Weasly has offered to drive you to London as he will be arriving home from his vacation early. At Trenton, you will meet a man wearing a completely red ensemble his name is Mr. Wigglebot. He will drive you to Ocean City, New Jersey where the school is located. It is a beautiful school right on the ocean. Much like Hogwarts, it is hidden by many charms and spells so that only magic folk can see it. You will stay at the school overnight and then be sorted the next day when the rest of the students arrive. You will start with the rest of the Knockridde fifth years." Dumbledore told Harry.
"Whew! That was a mouthful." He said breaking the silence once more.
"Here you are Harry." He handed Harry a folded piece of parchment. "Your list of supplies for Knockridde Academy."
Harry unfolded the list and read it. It was quite similar to that of Hogwarts.
New Fifth Year Students Will Require:
The Standard Book of Spells and Counterspells Grade Five
Transfiguration Today Level Five
Magical Plants and Shrubs
Unfogging the Future Level 2
A History of Magic
Charms for Chums
The Dark Arts, How to Protect Yourself
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
1 Wand
1 Cauldron, Pewter
1 Pair of Gloves, preferably pig's skin
A set of work robes in sapphire blue
1 winter cloak in sapphire blue
Dress Robes in the color of your choice
Note: Fifth Years are Allowed their own brooms there will be Quidditch tryouts for grades 2- 7 for your house teams October 1st
Harry noticed he needed mostly everything except the dress robes, which he had from last year, and his wand.
"I believe that's about everything." Dumbledore finished. "Are you ok with this Harry?"
"No but I don't really have a choice do I?" Harry replied.
"With any luck you'll be returning to us next year." Dumbledore said in hope of picking up Harry's spirits.
"Alright then." Harry replied.
Dumbledore stayed for lunch and then left. Harry and Ron went up to Ron's room after Dumbledore had finally gone.
"So what did the old man say Harry? Spill it." Ron demanded.
Harry told Ron of his entire conversation with Dumbledore and showed him the list of his school things. Ron gawked at Harry when he heard Snape was behind this and then said, " I knew it was him the whole time. Who else could come up with something like this. He always hated you and now he's finally getting you out of his hair."
"I suppose so." Was all Harry said in reply.
A/N If you've taken the time to read this, please review! I love reviews. I promise this story is going somewhere. Also, I'm always open to suggestions so um.... Please suggest away or something like that. Oh yeah the Disclaimer: Everyone still belongs to the great mind of JK Rowling. Except for Professor Elizabeth Knowell and Knockridde Academy, they belong to me or to themselves I suppose. More of my own characters will be making their debut shortly (within the next chapter or so).
The next week passed so incredibly slowly Harry felt as though it equaled a year at school. But, he guessed that was what happened when you lived in a living hell and were waiting for something good. His aunt, still furious for his threatening Dudley made him do ridiculously unnecessary chores such as washing the laundry by hand and then blowing it dry with a blow dryer and re-painting the little white picket fence in their backyard with a toothbrush. Uncle Vernon was no help at all. All he did was inspect Harry's work then make him do it over and tell him again and again "he would have to earn his ride to London" and "to put some elbow grease into it this time." Dudley just lied around eating and watching Harry work his butt off in the hot summer sun.
Finally, after an eternity, August 15 came. Harry awoke after a surprisingly good night's sleep - 11pm to 6am - one of the longest night's he had slept all summer. When he first woke, he glanced at the clock and then pulled the covers over his head, hoping he could pretend to sleep late and avoid more chores. The he remembered he was going to visit Ron today and have a Dursely - free week. The thought overjoyed him. He quickly tossed off his blankets and groped around his nightstand, knocking his glasses onto the floor. Once they were placed on his nose he stood up and stretched. He walked over to his wardrobe, trying to decide whether to wear wizard robes, or muggle clothing and noticed Hedwig hadn't returned yet. He hoped she could find him at Ron's. He packed a regular muggle suitcase with clothes ect... stuff he figured he would need at Ron's
After about two hours, the usual banging of Aunt Petunia sounded on his door.
"Harry," her high-pitched voice screeched. " Get out here NOW."
"Coming." Harry replied and let out a huge yawn.
"Is your friend coming in through the fireplace again?" She said the word friend as if it were a filthy bug she wanted to kill. Harry had written Ron suggesting he make a less dramatic entrance this year but he hadn't received a reply and had no idea how he would come.
"I dunno." Harry answered honestly.
" Well," she snapped, "Come along then, I have one more thing I want you to do before you leave."
One more chore would be a synch. Boy was he wrong.
This was the worst chore yet. Petunia made him water the lawn with a turkey baster, drop by drop. Harry worked for a good five hours, the sun beating down on his neck. Finally, Petunia was satisfied and let a sun burned Harry come in to wait for Ron.
Ron and his Dad showed up at around three-thirty. Harry was incredibly surprised when the doorbell rang and behind it stood Ron. The Dursley's could care less about Harry leaving so Harry grabbed his suitcase and walked out the door. Half way through Harry screamed to his aunt and uncle, who were sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee, " I'll be back August 22."
Once outside Harry's first question to Ron was.
"How did you get here?"
"Easy," Ron answered. "We took the car."
"No way!" Harry replied.
"Yep."
Harry looked up to see Mr. Weasly's flying car. Perfectly restored from when Ron and Harry had crashed it into the Whomping Willow in their second year.
"How," Harry began but Ron answered before he could finish.
"Dumbledore returned it to us in mint condition."
"Wow." Was all Harry could say.
Then he noticed Ron was now about a full head and shoulders taller than he. It made him feel scrawnier than ever. He wondered if he was still taller than Hermione even.
They piled into the car, which contained Fred, George, Ginny, and to his surprise Mrs. Weasly. Seeing the surprised look on Harry's face Mr. Weasly told Harry quietly,
"She wouldn't let me come to get you in this thing unless she could come along."
"Harry dear how are you?" Mrs. Weasly asked almost at once.
"Pretty good except for the Dursley's" Harry replied. As Mr. Weasly started the car Harry began telling about the ridiculous chores Aunt Petunia had made him do.
Fred and George found it all incredibly funny. Ginny listened intently, but remained quiet the whole ride.
Ron had just finished telling Harry about the new broom model that had just come out, the Thunderbolt, companion to the Firebolt, when they pulled up at the Burrow. The house was small but comfortable with a little garden out front. The garden, Harry noticed had a few gnomes wandering about in it.
"Here we are." Mr. Weasly declared.
"Home Sweet Home." Mrs. Weasly stated sighing.
They entered the kitchen and Mrs. Weasly ushered Harry into a chair, convinced that he must be exhausted from all the work Petunia made him do. He figured he better not tell her that he hadn't been sleeping well, for fear that he might give her a heart attack. She ordered Ron to take Harry's things up to his room and sent the rest of the children to get washed up for dinner.
The Weasly's and Harry sat down to dinner all except for Percy, who was of course still at work at the office. Harry and Ron talked mostly about Quidditch while Fred and George struck up a conversation about what kind of pranks they would pull at Hogwarts this year. This being their last year, they wanted to leave their mark at Hogwarts. And Harry would bet a thousand galleons that they would. He sighed sadly thinking that he wouldn't be there to see it. Ginny remained quiet as usual.
Just as Mrs. Weasly had served dessert, treacle tart, Mr. Weasly cleared his throat.
"Harry, I just wanted you to know that Dumbledore will be visiting us tomorrow to work out the details with you about the school you're going to."
Everyone had suddenly become very quiet and downcast. Harry wondered why Mr. Weasly had to bring that up when he had just forgotten all about leaving Hogwarts.
After about five minutes of awkward silence, something quite strange happened.
Percy burst through the door wearing muggle "hippie clothing," Bellbottoms, a tie-dye T-shirt, a gaudy peace sign necklace and blue circle-shaped sunglasses on the tip of his
nose.
This was quite amusing of course. Harry first stared at Percy in disbelief. Then he glanced at Ron and burst out laughing. Fred, George, and Ginny joined in and soon the entire table was chuckling at the very annoyed looking Percy standing in the doorway.
George stopped laughing just long enough to ask the question everyone was wondering:
"What happened Perce?" Then he collapsed into his fit of laughter again.
"Well." Percy said after everyone had gained their composure somewhat, " I was working on a very important top-secret project for the ministry when I heard two fellow co-workers talking."
"Eavesdropping eh Percy?" George remarked.
"No. I was listening. Now as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, they were trying to guess who would be the one to finally defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and I said I bet I could do it with one hand tied behind my back."
Harry was surprised to hear a loud snort come from Ginny as well as Fred and George at this but when he glanced at her she blushed and looked away.
"And they just laughed at me so I turned both of their hair blue and then they switched my clothes." Everyone burst into a fit of laughter again and Percy stormed out of the room, Harry supposed to change.
"Well he should know better than to say something like that." Mr. Weasly said finally.
"Yeah," Ginny added, it was the first thing Harry had heard her say all day, "It would take a much more powerful witch or wizard to defeat You-Know-Who." He though he saw her glance at him and Ron's look of about to burst into laughter for the fifth time confirmed his suspicions.
Later that night, Harry and Ron were in Ron's bedroom reading Quidditch Weekly, a magazine all about Quidditch. Harry could have sworn he heard Percy humming something to himself something like "all we are saying is give peace a chance," and then slapping himself. Ron brought up the subject of Harry's moving.
"I can't believe you're leaving Hogwarts." Ron started.
"I know." Harry replied.
"But I have a plan. If I can't convince Dumbledore to let me stay here, then I'll just have to find a way to defeat Voldemort. I swear I will have him killed by the end of this year. I hate him with a passion. Hate him Hate him Hate him do you hear me!" Harry finished with a yell. "Sorry." He quickly seeing the surprised look on Ron's face. " I mean he killed my parents and it's his fault Sirius has to be in hiding, and now he's making me leave Hogwarts and leave you and Hermione." He finished quietly.
"Don't worry Harry we'll help you. We'll be with you all the way," Ron said. The we referred to he and Hermione Harry assumed.
"Thanks. I knew you would want to help me but, I don't want either of you to get killed on my account so when I've finally come up with a plan, please listen to me." Harry finished.
An explosion was suddenly heard down the hall. It sounded like it was coming from the twin's room. The mischievous look returned to Harry and Ron's faces and they took off down the hall. Nothing more was said of their conversation.
The next day, Harry and Ron awoke at eleven o'clock. They went downstairs and were greeted each by a giant stack of pancakes dribbled in syrup. After finishing their meals, Mrs. Weasly told them to go upstairs and get dressed, Dumbledore would be there any minute.
Harry and Ron rushed upstairs and pulled on some clothes. Ron ran a comb through his hair but Harry figured why bother? Then they went downstairs to wait for Dumbledore to arrive.
While the waited they played a game of wizard chess in the living room. Dumbledore arrived at around twelve just as Ron had checkmated Harry's king.
"Hello everyone!" Dumbledore exclaimed merrily. " How are we this fine morning?"
"Great." Harry and Ron replied simultaneously. Mrs. Weasly could be heard tumbling down the stairs to greet Dumbledore.
"Molly, so good to see you." Dumbledore said his eyes twinkling behind their half moon glasses.
"And you." Mrs. Weasly replied.
She brought out some cookies and coffee for Dumbledore and then ushered Ron out of the room.
"Harry," Dumbledore began taking a seat on the couch across from Harry, who sat in a cushy armchair. " I trust you've received you letter."
Harry nodded. " And you know why I'm here."
"Professor -" Harry began.
"Wait, Harry. Please don't make this harder than it has to be. This is the last thing I wanted to do but when Severus suggested it, it seemed to be the best possible solution concerning your safety. I have spoken with Sirius and as you know from my letter, he has agreed to it." Dumbledore answered somewhat sadly.
Harry sighed. So this was all Snape's idea. I should have known. Harry remarked silently to himself. It made the whole thing seem even more suspicious. Wouldn't he be safest with Dumbledore near him? Wait till he told Ron and Hermione.
" I know the headmistress at Knockridde very well. She attended Hogwarts with me back in the day. Then when I took over as headmaster for Hogwarts, she left for the U.S. to start a wizard school there. We have always been somewhat of rivals. I trust her to keep an eye out for you."
Great. Now he would have someone watching his every move. Just Great.
" Her name is Elizabeth Knowell." If Harry didn't know better, he would have thought Dumbledore had a thing for her, " Professor Knowell to you. She has sent me the list of supplies you need for her school. You can buy everything in Diagon Alley. You are meeting Miss Granger there am I correct? Good. You will leave on August 30 at eight thirty pm from the London Airport. You will arrive in the Trenton airport in Trenton, New Jersey early August 31. Mr. Weasly has offered to drive you to London as he will be arriving home from his vacation early. At Trenton, you will meet a man wearing a completely red ensemble his name is Mr. Wigglebot. He will drive you to Ocean City, New Jersey where the school is located. It is a beautiful school right on the ocean. Much like Hogwarts, it is hidden by many charms and spells so that only magic folk can see it. You will stay at the school overnight and then be sorted the next day when the rest of the students arrive. You will start with the rest of the Knockridde fifth years." Dumbledore told Harry.
"Whew! That was a mouthful." He said breaking the silence once more.
"Here you are Harry." He handed Harry a folded piece of parchment. "Your list of supplies for Knockridde Academy."
Harry unfolded the list and read it. It was quite similar to that of Hogwarts.
New Fifth Year Students Will Require:
The Standard Book of Spells and Counterspells Grade Five
Transfiguration Today Level Five
Magical Plants and Shrubs
Unfogging the Future Level 2
A History of Magic
Charms for Chums
The Dark Arts, How to Protect Yourself
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
1 Wand
1 Cauldron, Pewter
1 Pair of Gloves, preferably pig's skin
A set of work robes in sapphire blue
1 winter cloak in sapphire blue
Dress Robes in the color of your choice
Note: Fifth Years are Allowed their own brooms there will be Quidditch tryouts for grades 2- 7 for your house teams October 1st
Harry noticed he needed mostly everything except the dress robes, which he had from last year, and his wand.
"I believe that's about everything." Dumbledore finished. "Are you ok with this Harry?"
"No but I don't really have a choice do I?" Harry replied.
"With any luck you'll be returning to us next year." Dumbledore said in hope of picking up Harry's spirits.
"Alright then." Harry replied.
Dumbledore stayed for lunch and then left. Harry and Ron went up to Ron's room after Dumbledore had finally gone.
"So what did the old man say Harry? Spill it." Ron demanded.
Harry told Ron of his entire conversation with Dumbledore and showed him the list of his school things. Ron gawked at Harry when he heard Snape was behind this and then said, " I knew it was him the whole time. Who else could come up with something like this. He always hated you and now he's finally getting you out of his hair."
"I suppose so." Was all Harry said in reply.
A/N If you've taken the time to read this, please review! I love reviews. I promise this story is going somewhere. Also, I'm always open to suggestions so um.... Please suggest away or something like that. Oh yeah the Disclaimer: Everyone still belongs to the great mind of JK Rowling. Except for Professor Elizabeth Knowell and Knockridde Academy, they belong to me or to themselves I suppose. More of my own characters will be making their debut shortly (within the next chapter or so).
