Chapter 3
Here Today, Gone Today
"Their early," Harry said as he bolted out of the room. Meg followed on his heels. "Who?"
"My friend, Ron and his family."
"More wizards?" Meg asked as they entered the living room. Harry had never had time to answer her for stepping out of the fireplace was a bright red head boy and a balding man who was obviously his father.
"Sorry were early Harry but it's the only time that I could come get you." Ron explained. Harry nodded. "That's okay, I'll go get my stuff." He dashed up the stairs to finish packing his suitcase. Mary Frances huddled in the corner with Dudley trying to protect her.
Meg ignored them and came up to Mr. Weasley. Before she could ask him anything about being a wizard Mary Frances got her gumption back.
"This is all your fault," she said with her finger wagging behind Dudley. "You and your strange friends. I said no funny business know look what you did." Meg burned with anger and before anyone could say anything she stalked out of the room biting her tongue.
Harry arrived a few moments after the awkward silence. "I'm ready to go."
"So I am."
Everyone turned to see Meg dressed in her jacket, sneakers in hand and her book bag at her feet. She turned to Mr. Weasley, "Please, just for a this evening. I promise not to cause any trouble."
"Meg what are you thinking!" Harry hissed at the girl, she gave him a cold expression and lift one eyebrow.
"I understand exactly what I'm doing, eh? Can you blame me?" Harry refused to answer that question
Mary Francis wailed from the corner, "Go, I don't wanna see you ever again. Your a disgrace to our family."
Mrs. Dursley tried to soothe the girl, "Hush, hush their one in every family."
Meg gave a half bow to the crowd shaking in the corner, "Thank you for your . . . it was . . ." she faulted. "Educational."
"Come child, did you use Floo powder before?" Arthur explained how to use it, assuming the girl was a wizard living in a household like Harry. Ron and Harry went first then a silent voice enters his head. "Don't say anything, please." The black hair boy looked at her pleading eyes. He simply walked into the fireplace and disappeared. Grabbing her bag she too walked into the fireplace and suddenly found herself surrounded by thousands fireplaces.
She felt sick as they spun round and round. She desperately searched for Harry's memories as he had recently traveled through. She felt Harry's earliest memory, when a Dark Wizard attacked him. Meg dare not even think his name, it seamed like a taboo to do.
Calm she stepped into the fireplace she felt held the memory. She stepped into a dingy room, dirt covered moldy floors. A mouse scurried at the sound of her footsteps. "Aw! What a dump . . ." Meg whispered to herself. A coat of grime covered brown walls and a decaying odor was in the room. "Hello? Harry? Are you here?"
"Are you looking for . . ." the voice paused. "Harry Potter?" It was dry and raspy coming from a faded red chair. It was tall and Meg could not even see the top of the person's head.
"Yes, yes I am." She stumbled. "I made a wrong turn with the Floo Powder and . . ." A dry, racking cough came from the chair. "Are you okay sir?"
"I'm fine child," the voice laboured. "Are you a friend of Harry Potter?"
Meg paused for a second. "I think so, we just met but he let me come to his friend's house for the evening." Meg though she should explain more when the door flew open.
"I'll save you Master!" a tiny man cried as he waved a wooden stick in the air.
"I'd mean no harm!" Meg cried. "If you can tell how to get to the Weasley's . . ."
Her words went unheeded. The man chanted, "Avious Curiousio!" Meg felt a deep surging in her chest as if her heart wanted to stop. She felt herself through against the dirty floor; the smell of rotting flesh engulfed her senses. She felt groggy and lightheaded. The pain had vanished but she felt weak slumped against the floor and wall.
~*~
"Where is she?" Harry muttered as the other waited for the girl to appear.
"Patience, it is her first time using Floo."
"Can Muggles use Floo power?"
Harry question rocked Mr. Weasley, "Are you saying that that girl is a Muggle?"
Commotion broke through the house.
"---Honesty, Arthur you let a Muggle use Floo's powder . . ."
"- - - do you have a Muggle girlfriend?"
"Do you think she's lost?"
"---A Muggle?"
Mr. Weasley waved his wand in the air and made his voice louder. His face was very red, going up to thinning hair.
All proper channels were executed, through the Ministry of Magic. Meg had disappeared from the face of the Earth. One week later, the Canadian Ministery of Magic reported to The Fountaine household to find Mr. and Mrs. Fountaine dead; death by a curse.
"Their early," Harry said as he bolted out of the room. Meg followed on his heels. "Who?"
"My friend, Ron and his family."
"More wizards?" Meg asked as they entered the living room. Harry had never had time to answer her for stepping out of the fireplace was a bright red head boy and a balding man who was obviously his father.
"Sorry were early Harry but it's the only time that I could come get you." Ron explained. Harry nodded. "That's okay, I'll go get my stuff." He dashed up the stairs to finish packing his suitcase. Mary Frances huddled in the corner with Dudley trying to protect her.
Meg ignored them and came up to Mr. Weasley. Before she could ask him anything about being a wizard Mary Frances got her gumption back.
"This is all your fault," she said with her finger wagging behind Dudley. "You and your strange friends. I said no funny business know look what you did." Meg burned with anger and before anyone could say anything she stalked out of the room biting her tongue.
Harry arrived a few moments after the awkward silence. "I'm ready to go."
"So I am."
Everyone turned to see Meg dressed in her jacket, sneakers in hand and her book bag at her feet. She turned to Mr. Weasley, "Please, just for a this evening. I promise not to cause any trouble."
"Meg what are you thinking!" Harry hissed at the girl, she gave him a cold expression and lift one eyebrow.
"I understand exactly what I'm doing, eh? Can you blame me?" Harry refused to answer that question
Mary Francis wailed from the corner, "Go, I don't wanna see you ever again. Your a disgrace to our family."
Mrs. Dursley tried to soothe the girl, "Hush, hush their one in every family."
Meg gave a half bow to the crowd shaking in the corner, "Thank you for your . . . it was . . ." she faulted. "Educational."
"Come child, did you use Floo powder before?" Arthur explained how to use it, assuming the girl was a wizard living in a household like Harry. Ron and Harry went first then a silent voice enters his head. "Don't say anything, please." The black hair boy looked at her pleading eyes. He simply walked into the fireplace and disappeared. Grabbing her bag she too walked into the fireplace and suddenly found herself surrounded by thousands fireplaces.
She felt sick as they spun round and round. She desperately searched for Harry's memories as he had recently traveled through. She felt Harry's earliest memory, when a Dark Wizard attacked him. Meg dare not even think his name, it seamed like a taboo to do.
Calm she stepped into the fireplace she felt held the memory. She stepped into a dingy room, dirt covered moldy floors. A mouse scurried at the sound of her footsteps. "Aw! What a dump . . ." Meg whispered to herself. A coat of grime covered brown walls and a decaying odor was in the room. "Hello? Harry? Are you here?"
"Are you looking for . . ." the voice paused. "Harry Potter?" It was dry and raspy coming from a faded red chair. It was tall and Meg could not even see the top of the person's head.
"Yes, yes I am." She stumbled. "I made a wrong turn with the Floo Powder and . . ." A dry, racking cough came from the chair. "Are you okay sir?"
"I'm fine child," the voice laboured. "Are you a friend of Harry Potter?"
Meg paused for a second. "I think so, we just met but he let me come to his friend's house for the evening." Meg though she should explain more when the door flew open.
"I'll save you Master!" a tiny man cried as he waved a wooden stick in the air.
"I'd mean no harm!" Meg cried. "If you can tell how to get to the Weasley's . . ."
Her words went unheeded. The man chanted, "Avious Curiousio!" Meg felt a deep surging in her chest as if her heart wanted to stop. She felt herself through against the dirty floor; the smell of rotting flesh engulfed her senses. She felt groggy and lightheaded. The pain had vanished but she felt weak slumped against the floor and wall.
~*~
"Where is she?" Harry muttered as the other waited for the girl to appear.
"Patience, it is her first time using Floo."
"Can Muggles use Floo power?"
Harry question rocked Mr. Weasley, "Are you saying that that girl is a Muggle?"
Commotion broke through the house.
"---Honesty, Arthur you let a Muggle use Floo's powder . . ."
"- - - do you have a Muggle girlfriend?"
"Do you think she's lost?"
"---A Muggle?"
Mr. Weasley waved his wand in the air and made his voice louder. His face was very red, going up to thinning hair.
All proper channels were executed, through the Ministry of Magic. Meg had disappeared from the face of the Earth. One week later, the Canadian Ministery of Magic reported to The Fountaine household to find Mr. and Mrs. Fountaine dead; death by a curse.