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She's Leaving Home
"Vernon! Vernon! Come quick!" Petunia shrieked. Paige looked up from where she was dusting as Vernon ran into the room. The now 11 year old girl looked on with interest as Vernon read the letter, which looked odd.
"Let her go. It'll get her out of our site," Vernon hissed.
"But how will she get the things she needs? I surely am not going to take her," Petunia replied.
"We'll get one of their kind to do it," Vernon said.
"Alright," Petunia sighed, picking up a pen.
"Hi. I'm Hermione Weasley. How was your trip?" Hermione said, holding her hand out to the young girl. She had been chosen to take a young girl to get her Hogwart's supply for her parents couldn't take her.
"It was okay," the girl said, visably shaking.
"Well, let's go. First you need a wand," Hermione smiled, heading toward Ollivander's Wand Shop. Hermione turned her head slightly to make sure the girl was following her. She opened the door to the wand shop and held it open her the girl.
"Ah. Another for Hogwarts? Great. Now let me see," Ollivander greeted them and began searching through the wands. He handed her a wand. "Try this,"
The girl stared, blankly.
"Just give it a wave," Hermione said. The girl gave it a wave, but before she could finish another wand was stuck into her hand.
"Ten and a half inches, rosewood, unicorn hair, swishy," Ollivander muttered before nodding at the girl. This time a shot of light sped out and the wand boxes shook slightly. "Looks like that's the one,"
The girl watched with interest as Hermione gave Ollivander a few coins.
"Now let's get your robes," Hermione told the younger girl.
As the day went on the girl barely said a word. She only spoke when she needed to. Their last stop, Hermione's favorite, was Flourish and Blotts.
"Oh, you won't be able to do any of those spells for awhile," Hermione laughed as the girl picked up a book called Saucy Tricks for Tricky Sorts.
"Oh," the girl muttered, blushing. Hermione paid for the girl's books and stepped out.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Weasley? Where am I staying?" the timid girl asked.
"With me and my husband. He has to see our daughter off to school so you'll go along. I teach at Hogwarts so I leave early. My husband's name is Ron Weasley by the way," Hermione explained. The girl tensed. The name Ron sounded so familiar. She shrugged it off. "I never got your name. What is it?"
"Dursley. Veronica Dursley," Veronica muttered.
She's Leaving Home
"Vernon! Vernon! Come quick!" Petunia shrieked. Paige looked up from where she was dusting as Vernon ran into the room. The now 11 year old girl looked on with interest as Vernon read the letter, which looked odd.
"Let her go. It'll get her out of our site," Vernon hissed.
"But how will she get the things she needs? I surely am not going to take her," Petunia replied.
"We'll get one of their kind to do it," Vernon said.
"Alright," Petunia sighed, picking up a pen.
"Hi. I'm Hermione Weasley. How was your trip?" Hermione said, holding her hand out to the young girl. She had been chosen to take a young girl to get her Hogwart's supply for her parents couldn't take her.
"It was okay," the girl said, visably shaking.
"Well, let's go. First you need a wand," Hermione smiled, heading toward Ollivander's Wand Shop. Hermione turned her head slightly to make sure the girl was following her. She opened the door to the wand shop and held it open her the girl.
"Ah. Another for Hogwarts? Great. Now let me see," Ollivander greeted them and began searching through the wands. He handed her a wand. "Try this,"
The girl stared, blankly.
"Just give it a wave," Hermione said. The girl gave it a wave, but before she could finish another wand was stuck into her hand.
"Ten and a half inches, rosewood, unicorn hair, swishy," Ollivander muttered before nodding at the girl. This time a shot of light sped out and the wand boxes shook slightly. "Looks like that's the one,"
The girl watched with interest as Hermione gave Ollivander a few coins.
"Now let's get your robes," Hermione told the younger girl.
As the day went on the girl barely said a word. She only spoke when she needed to. Their last stop, Hermione's favorite, was Flourish and Blotts.
"Oh, you won't be able to do any of those spells for awhile," Hermione laughed as the girl picked up a book called Saucy Tricks for Tricky Sorts.
"Oh," the girl muttered, blushing. Hermione paid for the girl's books and stepped out.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Weasley? Where am I staying?" the timid girl asked.
"With me and my husband. He has to see our daughter off to school so you'll go along. I teach at Hogwarts so I leave early. My husband's name is Ron Weasley by the way," Hermione explained. The girl tensed. The name Ron sounded so familiar. She shrugged it off. "I never got your name. What is it?"
"Dursley. Veronica Dursley," Veronica muttered.