Authors Note: To GinnwPotter and anyone else it may concern: Have you ever
heard of a little thing called patience? The whole reason for reading a
book is to learn about the things you don't understand and figure out the
personality of the characters. Do you think a book that told you everything
right away would sell? Let me think, No! As for the subtle knife by chapter
6 the whole thing about that will be revealed! And the specters, you'll
learn about that in Chapter 6 too! And as for Ron and all the characters,
they barely said anything in Chapter two, you cannot draw conclusion from
that! And they all are 17 in the story. Newho, Chapter 4 will be up soon!
Sorry this one is so short but I am not having a good night and want to go
to sleep! Please everyone read and review! And of course read my friend
Lewis's stories: NukerLiu !
Thanks,
Rose
Chapter 3
Unsolved Mysteries
It was Saturday and the Hard Rock Cafe was bustling with customers. I didn't have a break to for any crying. I had order after order of food. My hands were dry and scratched up but at least my hair was holding up.
My mind was still on last night and I regretted what I had done to him but my emotions were going haywire. I still have not heard from Lewis since and am afraid how he is reacting. It was certainly unusual for him not to visit me in the morning, to see me work. Yet, also my behavior last night does not deserve that type of treatment from him.
I was handing an entree to one of our normal customers when he asked me an out of the blue question, "Don't those people over there seem a bit odd to you Sarah?" He points over to three people probably around my age, two rather tall boys, once with brown hair and the other with blazing red hair. A lovely brunette girl sat next to the brown haired boy, with his hand within his. They were seated near the Elvis Dedication area.
I nod not looking at him and answer, "Yes, something about them is just—out of place." The red head glasses over me and I see a slight smile appear as he turns away.
"Probably foreigners." Says a woman sitting at the table next to the man.
"Probably." I repeat under my breath.
After handing them all their plates, I can't help but avoid my normal curiosity and I walk over towards the group of three teenagers. There's just something about me that drives me to them. I finally approach them and the red head looks up straight at me beaming.
He then says to me, "Hello Sarah! I've sooooo been looking forward to meeting you!" he takes hold of my hand, kissing it and I jump back shocked, I pull my hand quickly away. I see his eyes wonder about my body.
I start to stutter but only mutter out, "Who-are—you? How do-you---know my name? "
The brown haired boy next speaks to me in a serious voice, "Do not be frightened. We will tell you all that later. Just please meet us behind the restaurant in thirty minutes. It's not a choice. Contact your friend Lewis and tell him to come too. And you must mention this to anyone."
I watch the three odd characters exit through the doors and disappear around the corner.
I start to walk back over to the kitchen not even thinking from what just happened. After pondering on it, I decide to go meet them. Once again my curiosity beat me out.
The assistant manager stops me before I enter the kitchen asking, "Who were those you were talking to?"
I look at him and respond looking over at where they used to be sitting, replaying the scene, "Honestly, I have no clue. But right now it's urgent, that I cal Lewis. I'll be right back. I'm going to take my break right, ok?"
He questions me wandering if he should allow me then answers, "Fine, ok." He lets me go and I rush back into the kitchen.
I pick up the small phone but just hold it in my hand shaking, hesitating to dial his number. I hit each digit slowly, taking my time. I hear the ring tone on the other side through the receiver. Someone finally picks up and I hear Lewis's voice through the phone. He says hello three times before I respond hello back. His breathing stops when he recognizes it's me.
I sigh rolling my eyes and tell him, "Look Lewis, I'm really sorry. I feel horrible. Can you please forgive me? And I have something really urgent to tell you."
He doesn't say anything for a moment, "Of course how could I not forgive you. It's just it really hurt, I felt bad for telling you it after that."
I think for a second then say quickly, "No, it's ok. But look I have to talk to you about something really fast. It's going to sound odd but you have to come, ok?
He tells me ok and I continue, "Ten minutes ago three teenagers came into the restaurant. They were really out of place looking. Well I went over to check them out and they automatically knew whom I was. They told me they needed to talk to you and me in thirty minutes! I know sounds completely crazy but can you get down here in fifteen minutes?"
Lewis is quiet once again for a couple seconds then moans responding, "Fine, I'll come right now, ok?"
"Ok Lewis someone else has to use the phone. I'll see you there" I say, lying to him. It didn't feel the same; something about him was so unsure sounding.
Seven minutes soon pass by and I wait by the front of the restaurant, pacing back and forth. I bite my fingernails, trying to control my unrelenting nervousness.
I finally see Lewis appear from the corner in his kakey shorts and light gray t-shirt. He half grins at me as he approaches and lets out a minuscule hi then his eyes return to his feet.
I watch his face and the movement of his eyes; they look up to me every bit. He's most likely hoping I don't notice.
"Sit down before we go back, ok? I think we really need to talk."
He sits down on the bench and stares me into the eyes finally.
"Look Lewis, we can't keep going like this. I'm sorry about last night, but I just don't feel the same. I love you as a brother but no more. Don't let it get between us, " I hold his hand pleading, "Please Lewis, I wouldn't be able to bear it." I tell him hoping his mind is there, listening.
Lewis wrapped his arms around my shoulders, "I'm sorry for the way I've been acting—I just- just- was afraid I ruined the friendship by what I said. I felt I had to open up." I return his hug by encircling my arms around his stomach but I could still see the speck of upset in his eyes. Yet, I know there is nothing I can do.
We both smile and I motion for him to get up, "Here follow me, we need to meet them in the back."
He nods and we begin our way to the back of the building.
I see the two boys and one girl under the shed of the tree. The girl stands inside the brown haired boys arms while pulling on the bottom of a branch.
The red haired boy waves to us and beckons us to come, yelling, "Come on over you two."
Lewis struts up to them and says in a ultra serious tone, "Before anything else tell us who you are and the one hundred percent truth." He stares them sternly into the face with his arms crossed.
They all exchange glasses with one another and the brown haired boy nods in some sort of agreement.
He looks around at Lewis and says with a little freight, "I'm Harry Potter"
Lewis and I jaws drop in unison at the sound of his name.
He looks at us strangely and asks, "What is it?"
Lewis walks up to him and pitches him in the arm.
"Ouch" yelps Harry, "What the hell was that for?"
Lewis just stares in wonderment, "Are you really the famous Harry Potter? This defies all laws of logic it could not be. I thought it was all just a book. Oh my god, this is just too amazing."
Hermione starts to crack up and says to Harry teasingly, "Wow, they even know who you are here Harry! You really are the famous Harry Potter!"
Harry unhappily rolls his eyes as Ron laughs along with Hermione.
Lewis speaks again, "But your not supposed to be real. There's a series of books about you by J.K. Rowling."
Harry responds, "Were from a different realm. Will explain- Wait, Did you say J.K. Rowling? You mean that nice lady who was Quidditch coach for a couple of school years but left a short while ago? She wrote a book? I don't understand."
Lewis looks puzzled as he tries to think, "Quidditch coach? No, she's a hit writer who wrote books based on—you", he stops for a moment then grins, "Wait this all coming clear. She took what she watched happen to you and wrote it! Wait, now I know who the rest of you are too?"
I finish up his for him by saying, pointing brown haired girl, "Your Hermione." And I point at the red haired boy, "And your Ron!"
Harry stares down the both of them and snickers, "Looks like I'm not the only famous one now!"
I finally speak up and say, "Now, explain everything."
Thanks,
Rose
Chapter 3
Unsolved Mysteries
It was Saturday and the Hard Rock Cafe was bustling with customers. I didn't have a break to for any crying. I had order after order of food. My hands were dry and scratched up but at least my hair was holding up.
My mind was still on last night and I regretted what I had done to him but my emotions were going haywire. I still have not heard from Lewis since and am afraid how he is reacting. It was certainly unusual for him not to visit me in the morning, to see me work. Yet, also my behavior last night does not deserve that type of treatment from him.
I was handing an entree to one of our normal customers when he asked me an out of the blue question, "Don't those people over there seem a bit odd to you Sarah?" He points over to three people probably around my age, two rather tall boys, once with brown hair and the other with blazing red hair. A lovely brunette girl sat next to the brown haired boy, with his hand within his. They were seated near the Elvis Dedication area.
I nod not looking at him and answer, "Yes, something about them is just—out of place." The red head glasses over me and I see a slight smile appear as he turns away.
"Probably foreigners." Says a woman sitting at the table next to the man.
"Probably." I repeat under my breath.
After handing them all their plates, I can't help but avoid my normal curiosity and I walk over towards the group of three teenagers. There's just something about me that drives me to them. I finally approach them and the red head looks up straight at me beaming.
He then says to me, "Hello Sarah! I've sooooo been looking forward to meeting you!" he takes hold of my hand, kissing it and I jump back shocked, I pull my hand quickly away. I see his eyes wonder about my body.
I start to stutter but only mutter out, "Who-are—you? How do-you---know my name? "
The brown haired boy next speaks to me in a serious voice, "Do not be frightened. We will tell you all that later. Just please meet us behind the restaurant in thirty minutes. It's not a choice. Contact your friend Lewis and tell him to come too. And you must mention this to anyone."
I watch the three odd characters exit through the doors and disappear around the corner.
I start to walk back over to the kitchen not even thinking from what just happened. After pondering on it, I decide to go meet them. Once again my curiosity beat me out.
The assistant manager stops me before I enter the kitchen asking, "Who were those you were talking to?"
I look at him and respond looking over at where they used to be sitting, replaying the scene, "Honestly, I have no clue. But right now it's urgent, that I cal Lewis. I'll be right back. I'm going to take my break right, ok?"
He questions me wandering if he should allow me then answers, "Fine, ok." He lets me go and I rush back into the kitchen.
I pick up the small phone but just hold it in my hand shaking, hesitating to dial his number. I hit each digit slowly, taking my time. I hear the ring tone on the other side through the receiver. Someone finally picks up and I hear Lewis's voice through the phone. He says hello three times before I respond hello back. His breathing stops when he recognizes it's me.
I sigh rolling my eyes and tell him, "Look Lewis, I'm really sorry. I feel horrible. Can you please forgive me? And I have something really urgent to tell you."
He doesn't say anything for a moment, "Of course how could I not forgive you. It's just it really hurt, I felt bad for telling you it after that."
I think for a second then say quickly, "No, it's ok. But look I have to talk to you about something really fast. It's going to sound odd but you have to come, ok?
He tells me ok and I continue, "Ten minutes ago three teenagers came into the restaurant. They were really out of place looking. Well I went over to check them out and they automatically knew whom I was. They told me they needed to talk to you and me in thirty minutes! I know sounds completely crazy but can you get down here in fifteen minutes?"
Lewis is quiet once again for a couple seconds then moans responding, "Fine, I'll come right now, ok?"
"Ok Lewis someone else has to use the phone. I'll see you there" I say, lying to him. It didn't feel the same; something about him was so unsure sounding.
Seven minutes soon pass by and I wait by the front of the restaurant, pacing back and forth. I bite my fingernails, trying to control my unrelenting nervousness.
I finally see Lewis appear from the corner in his kakey shorts and light gray t-shirt. He half grins at me as he approaches and lets out a minuscule hi then his eyes return to his feet.
I watch his face and the movement of his eyes; they look up to me every bit. He's most likely hoping I don't notice.
"Sit down before we go back, ok? I think we really need to talk."
He sits down on the bench and stares me into the eyes finally.
"Look Lewis, we can't keep going like this. I'm sorry about last night, but I just don't feel the same. I love you as a brother but no more. Don't let it get between us, " I hold his hand pleading, "Please Lewis, I wouldn't be able to bear it." I tell him hoping his mind is there, listening.
Lewis wrapped his arms around my shoulders, "I'm sorry for the way I've been acting—I just- just- was afraid I ruined the friendship by what I said. I felt I had to open up." I return his hug by encircling my arms around his stomach but I could still see the speck of upset in his eyes. Yet, I know there is nothing I can do.
We both smile and I motion for him to get up, "Here follow me, we need to meet them in the back."
He nods and we begin our way to the back of the building.
I see the two boys and one girl under the shed of the tree. The girl stands inside the brown haired boys arms while pulling on the bottom of a branch.
The red haired boy waves to us and beckons us to come, yelling, "Come on over you two."
Lewis struts up to them and says in a ultra serious tone, "Before anything else tell us who you are and the one hundred percent truth." He stares them sternly into the face with his arms crossed.
They all exchange glasses with one another and the brown haired boy nods in some sort of agreement.
He looks around at Lewis and says with a little freight, "I'm Harry Potter"
Lewis and I jaws drop in unison at the sound of his name.
He looks at us strangely and asks, "What is it?"
Lewis walks up to him and pitches him in the arm.
"Ouch" yelps Harry, "What the hell was that for?"
Lewis just stares in wonderment, "Are you really the famous Harry Potter? This defies all laws of logic it could not be. I thought it was all just a book. Oh my god, this is just too amazing."
Hermione starts to crack up and says to Harry teasingly, "Wow, they even know who you are here Harry! You really are the famous Harry Potter!"
Harry unhappily rolls his eyes as Ron laughs along with Hermione.
Lewis speaks again, "But your not supposed to be real. There's a series of books about you by J.K. Rowling."
Harry responds, "Were from a different realm. Will explain- Wait, Did you say J.K. Rowling? You mean that nice lady who was Quidditch coach for a couple of school years but left a short while ago? She wrote a book? I don't understand."
Lewis looks puzzled as he tries to think, "Quidditch coach? No, she's a hit writer who wrote books based on—you", he stops for a moment then grins, "Wait this all coming clear. She took what she watched happen to you and wrote it! Wait, now I know who the rest of you are too?"
I finish up his for him by saying, pointing brown haired girl, "Your Hermione." And I point at the red haired boy, "And your Ron!"
Harry stares down the both of them and snickers, "Looks like I'm not the only famous one now!"
I finally speak up and say, "Now, explain everything."