DISCLAIMER: I still don't own Harry Potter, so… DON'T SUE ME! Anyway…
Chapter 2
Harry knocked on the door. "One moment!" Mrs. Figg called, and then he heard her talking to someone else. Then the door opened. "Oh, it's you," Mrs. Figg said as though she were disappointed. "Well, come in. Close the door behind you, and lock it, too!"
Harry stepped inside, and at once the horrid smell of cat fur enveloped him. He turned and shut the door, and turned the lock. He looked around the ugly, cat-infested house, not sure what to do next. Then he saw something next to the fireplace that gave him a shock… was that Floo Powder?
"I've got a whole new photo album with new pictures of my cats in it," said Mrs. Figg excitedly.
Harry smiled weakly. "What fun," he said quietly in a sarcastic tone.
"Come on, don't just stand there like some sort of statue! And don't trip over any of the cats."
Harry walked in, and was very careful not to step on the cats. It wasn't quite as easy as it sounds—there were cats everywhere. There was even a cat that had purple fur—wait a minute! Purple fur? The only place that Harry had ever seen a cat like that was at Eeylops, the pet store in Diagon Alley.
"Ah, yes, interesting cat, isn't he?" said Mrs. Figg when she saw what Harry was staring at. "Found him in my front yard a while back…" she droned on and on as she pulled the album off a high shelf. Suddenly, all the books fell off the shelves.
Mrs. Figg cried out and jumped backwards to avoid the falling books. "I'll never buy anything as cheap as that shelf again!" she yelled angrily, and she began to put away the books. "Well, get over here, boy! Help me put these away!"
Harry walked over, and picked up a book. He glanced at the title before putting it away—"Magical Me, by Gilderoy Lockhart." His eyes got wide, and he looked down at the pile of books. "1001 Magical Herbs and Fungi," "Hogwarts: A History," "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them…" these were all books from the wizarding world!
"Mrs. Figg…?" Harry stopped, unsure of what he should say.
"What do you want?" she snapped irritably.
Harry hesitated. "Why do you have all these spell books?"
Mrs. Figg looked at the book he was holding and laughed. "I knew you'd find out sooner or later. Harry, I'm a witch, and Dumbledore has asked me to watch over you while you are in the Dursley's care. I've been protecting you all these years."
~ - ~
Sorry this chapter is so short… the next one will be longer, I promise =) Bye now!
Chapter 2
Harry knocked on the door. "One moment!" Mrs. Figg called, and then he heard her talking to someone else. Then the door opened. "Oh, it's you," Mrs. Figg said as though she were disappointed. "Well, come in. Close the door behind you, and lock it, too!"
Harry stepped inside, and at once the horrid smell of cat fur enveloped him. He turned and shut the door, and turned the lock. He looked around the ugly, cat-infested house, not sure what to do next. Then he saw something next to the fireplace that gave him a shock… was that Floo Powder?
"I've got a whole new photo album with new pictures of my cats in it," said Mrs. Figg excitedly.
Harry smiled weakly. "What fun," he said quietly in a sarcastic tone.
"Come on, don't just stand there like some sort of statue! And don't trip over any of the cats."
Harry walked in, and was very careful not to step on the cats. It wasn't quite as easy as it sounds—there were cats everywhere. There was even a cat that had purple fur—wait a minute! Purple fur? The only place that Harry had ever seen a cat like that was at Eeylops, the pet store in Diagon Alley.
"Ah, yes, interesting cat, isn't he?" said Mrs. Figg when she saw what Harry was staring at. "Found him in my front yard a while back…" she droned on and on as she pulled the album off a high shelf. Suddenly, all the books fell off the shelves.
Mrs. Figg cried out and jumped backwards to avoid the falling books. "I'll never buy anything as cheap as that shelf again!" she yelled angrily, and she began to put away the books. "Well, get over here, boy! Help me put these away!"
Harry walked over, and picked up a book. He glanced at the title before putting it away—"Magical Me, by Gilderoy Lockhart." His eyes got wide, and he looked down at the pile of books. "1001 Magical Herbs and Fungi," "Hogwarts: A History," "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them…" these were all books from the wizarding world!
"Mrs. Figg…?" Harry stopped, unsure of what he should say.
"What do you want?" she snapped irritably.
Harry hesitated. "Why do you have all these spell books?"
Mrs. Figg looked at the book he was holding and laughed. "I knew you'd find out sooner or later. Harry, I'm a witch, and Dumbledore has asked me to watch over you while you are in the Dursley's care. I've been protecting you all these years."
~ - ~
Sorry this chapter is so short… the next one will be longer, I promise =) Bye now!