"Ana one question!" he said, looking up at her hopefully.
"Not now. You may only question me when you fully recollect the happenings of the night we got our scars."
"What happened the night that-" started Harry, but was abruptly interrupted by Ana.
"How dare you speak of that night! You remember. Think. Reach into the back of your mind and THINK!" she screamed as she shoved him out of her room so she could put her school robes on. He walked down the hall to his compartment in a trance. He thought about what had happened so far and didn't remember anything except hearing Hagrid say hello.
"Harry!" yelled Hermione, snapping her fingers in his face. "I think someone put a stunned curse on him. Hold on!" She pulled her wand out. Sparks flew out and hit Harry in the nose.
"HERMIONE!" yelled Harry. "That hurt!"
"He's awake finally!" said Hermione. But he wasn't awake for long. "Harry, the Sorting will be starting soon!" But Harry wasn't listening. The next thing he heard were the last few lines of the Sorting Hat's song:
Ravenclaw,
Hufflepuff,
Gryffindor,
Slytherin,
Which house shall I choose for you?
The first years looked scared. Snape looked evil. Dumbledore looked wise (as usual). McGonagall looked excited. Harry looked around and found Ana asleep next to her treacle pudding. He slipped into the empty seat next to Ana. He tapped her on her shoulder.
"Ana. Wake up. Your mother is watching you!" whispered Harry.
"Wha?" shouted Ana. Everyone looked at her.
"Jorkins, Lillian," said McGonagall. This was Bertha's niece. The hat was placed on her head and before anyone had time to scold Ana, it shouted, "Hufflepuff!"
"What Harry?" asked Ana.
"I need to talk to you," said Harry. McGonagall shot him a look.
"In the common room," said Ana. Harry nodded and went back to sit next to Hermione and Fred. He went back into a trance. All he remembered was standing outside the Fat Lady.
"Password?" asked The Fat Lady.
"Uh.... ba.... um....?" Harry said inquisitively.
"Lemon elks," said a voice. The portrait swung open and Ana stepped through it. Harry followed.
"Ana!" yelled Harry.
"Yes?" asked Ana.
"Show me again," said Harry. "Show me the night that... You-Know-Who did You-Know-What."
"I can't. Here, go sit down on the couch and put your hands out like you did before," she said as she walked towards the couch. Harry followed and sat down next to her. He held his hands out. He closed his eyes and felt her finger trace his scar and everything went black. Rain beat down on his face. It was cold. It was bright out. He let out a loud squawk. A door flew open. A tabby cat licked his face and ran down the street. A big, fat hand picked him up and he felt a thud as he hit a table. His eyes opened and he saw a tired face staring at him.
"Petunia!" yelled a stern voice. The sound of shuffling feet rang in his ears.
"Yes dear?" asked a sweet voice. "Oh good lord! What is that?"
"It's a baby. It is Harry, your sister's son. Harry Potter. I found him out front. What shall we do with him?" asked his Uncle's voice.
"There's a note," said his Aunt Petunia. A rush of cold hit his leg where the letter was.
"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,
Last night, an evil man cast a death spell upon Harry, Elizabeth, Lily and James Potter. By some miracle young Harry and young Elizabeth survived. Since you are his only family it is your duty to care for him. We will be contacting you sometime in the future when we have found a home for Elizabeth. We fear for her safety since she is the Raison d'ĂȘtre and Pensieva of the Wizarding World and most likely will cause the downfall of Voldemort, the evil man. We will not be exposing Harry to his kind until he is ready. Thank you for your cooperation, and please remember to give him as normal a life as possible.
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry"
"Oh, Vernon, I don't want his kind in this household!" yelled his Aunt.
"Neither do I dear, but what can we do?" asked his Uncle.
"We can put him up for adoption!" yelled his Aunt.
"We would need his birth certificate for that," said his Uncle. "We can keep him and...explain to him that his parents died by......in a car crash! Yes, when he's old enough we'll tell him they died in a car crash and we can keep him as a worker. He'll do all the housework, when he's old enough of course."
"But they are Wizards, wouldn't they know and turn us into rats?" asked his Aunt.
"No they'd have to come and take Harry. We can just totally restrict him to this house. He'll never leave except for school!" said his Uncle. "But we'll need another crib......NO NO NO NO! We can leave him in a laundry basket. Get a few second hand bottles and he'll be all set. He is so tiny that he could wear the clothes that Dudley had last year! This will be perfect."
"When do you think they'll notify us of his sister?" asked his Aunt.
"I don't know. Soon I suppose. It says she's a very special person in the wi- wi- wizarding world. She'll be taken very quickly."
"Good. I want this whole thing over with. I'll go get a basket to put him in," said his Aunt with disgust. She sighed and Harry felt that spinning sensation. He heard the crackling of the fire. He opened his eyes and heard a bunch of gasps.
"Harry, what happen?" asked Hermione's familiar voice. Hermione, Ron, Seamus, Neville, Ginny, Dean, Fred, George, Angelina, Alicia, Lavender, Parvati, Colin, Dennis, and Katie were all watching him with amazement.
"Not now. You may only question me when you fully recollect the happenings of the night we got our scars."
"What happened the night that-" started Harry, but was abruptly interrupted by Ana.
"How dare you speak of that night! You remember. Think. Reach into the back of your mind and THINK!" she screamed as she shoved him out of her room so she could put her school robes on. He walked down the hall to his compartment in a trance. He thought about what had happened so far and didn't remember anything except hearing Hagrid say hello.
"Harry!" yelled Hermione, snapping her fingers in his face. "I think someone put a stunned curse on him. Hold on!" She pulled her wand out. Sparks flew out and hit Harry in the nose.
"HERMIONE!" yelled Harry. "That hurt!"
"He's awake finally!" said Hermione. But he wasn't awake for long. "Harry, the Sorting will be starting soon!" But Harry wasn't listening. The next thing he heard were the last few lines of the Sorting Hat's song:
Ravenclaw,
Hufflepuff,
Gryffindor,
Slytherin,
Which house shall I choose for you?
The first years looked scared. Snape looked evil. Dumbledore looked wise (as usual). McGonagall looked excited. Harry looked around and found Ana asleep next to her treacle pudding. He slipped into the empty seat next to Ana. He tapped her on her shoulder.
"Ana. Wake up. Your mother is watching you!" whispered Harry.
"Wha?" shouted Ana. Everyone looked at her.
"Jorkins, Lillian," said McGonagall. This was Bertha's niece. The hat was placed on her head and before anyone had time to scold Ana, it shouted, "Hufflepuff!"
"What Harry?" asked Ana.
"I need to talk to you," said Harry. McGonagall shot him a look.
"In the common room," said Ana. Harry nodded and went back to sit next to Hermione and Fred. He went back into a trance. All he remembered was standing outside the Fat Lady.
"Password?" asked The Fat Lady.
"Uh.... ba.... um....?" Harry said inquisitively.
"Lemon elks," said a voice. The portrait swung open and Ana stepped through it. Harry followed.
"Ana!" yelled Harry.
"Yes?" asked Ana.
"Show me again," said Harry. "Show me the night that... You-Know-Who did You-Know-What."
"I can't. Here, go sit down on the couch and put your hands out like you did before," she said as she walked towards the couch. Harry followed and sat down next to her. He held his hands out. He closed his eyes and felt her finger trace his scar and everything went black. Rain beat down on his face. It was cold. It was bright out. He let out a loud squawk. A door flew open. A tabby cat licked his face and ran down the street. A big, fat hand picked him up and he felt a thud as he hit a table. His eyes opened and he saw a tired face staring at him.
"Petunia!" yelled a stern voice. The sound of shuffling feet rang in his ears.
"Yes dear?" asked a sweet voice. "Oh good lord! What is that?"
"It's a baby. It is Harry, your sister's son. Harry Potter. I found him out front. What shall we do with him?" asked his Uncle's voice.
"There's a note," said his Aunt Petunia. A rush of cold hit his leg where the letter was.
"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,
Last night, an evil man cast a death spell upon Harry, Elizabeth, Lily and James Potter. By some miracle young Harry and young Elizabeth survived. Since you are his only family it is your duty to care for him. We will be contacting you sometime in the future when we have found a home for Elizabeth. We fear for her safety since she is the Raison d'ĂȘtre and Pensieva of the Wizarding World and most likely will cause the downfall of Voldemort, the evil man. We will not be exposing Harry to his kind until he is ready. Thank you for your cooperation, and please remember to give him as normal a life as possible.
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry"
"Oh, Vernon, I don't want his kind in this household!" yelled his Aunt.
"Neither do I dear, but what can we do?" asked his Uncle.
"We can put him up for adoption!" yelled his Aunt.
"We would need his birth certificate for that," said his Uncle. "We can keep him and...explain to him that his parents died by......in a car crash! Yes, when he's old enough we'll tell him they died in a car crash and we can keep him as a worker. He'll do all the housework, when he's old enough of course."
"But they are Wizards, wouldn't they know and turn us into rats?" asked his Aunt.
"No they'd have to come and take Harry. We can just totally restrict him to this house. He'll never leave except for school!" said his Uncle. "But we'll need another crib......NO NO NO NO! We can leave him in a laundry basket. Get a few second hand bottles and he'll be all set. He is so tiny that he could wear the clothes that Dudley had last year! This will be perfect."
"When do you think they'll notify us of his sister?" asked his Aunt.
"I don't know. Soon I suppose. It says she's a very special person in the wi- wi- wizarding world. She'll be taken very quickly."
"Good. I want this whole thing over with. I'll go get a basket to put him in," said his Aunt with disgust. She sighed and Harry felt that spinning sensation. He heard the crackling of the fire. He opened his eyes and heard a bunch of gasps.
"Harry, what happen?" asked Hermione's familiar voice. Hermione, Ron, Seamus, Neville, Ginny, Dean, Fred, George, Angelina, Alicia, Lavender, Parvati, Colin, Dennis, and Katie were all watching him with amazement.
