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As soon as Brianna and the Fairdales got home, Brianna was forced to pack her meager belongings—a few tips and skirts, a couple of dresses, an old dressing gown that had all belonged to Victoria. She finally threw a pair of pajamas, and her toothbrush, in the old duffel bag that Aunt Charlotte had found for her from the attic. It was splitting at the seams and the handle was torn, but somehow Brianna managed to lug it down the stairs and out onto the street.
Uncle Christopher had explained that they were all going on a trip. He told them all that they had been invited to one of his client's country houses for a few days, and Uncle Christopher insisted that they leave immediately.
This was why Brianna had been pulled out of school? As she had packed her belongings into the old tatty bag, she had wondered what was so important that it couldn't wait until the school holidays? After all, the end of term was only a month away. She also wondered how come they were taking her with them?
The last time her relatives went away, Brianna had found herself left with Mrs. Haversham, who lived across the street. Miss Haversham had two uncontrollable little children, and, in a way of payment for her room and food, Brianna had been forced to help look after the little devils. It wasn't that Brianna didn't like children, but four-year-old twin boys were a bit more than she she could handle.
A big black Range Rover was parked outside the Fairdales house. Uncle Christopher was sitting in the front passenger seat, and a chauffeur in a hat got out and opened the door for Brianna to get in. After handing the chauffeur her luggage Brianna got into the roomy back seat, where Aunt Charlotte and Victoria were waiting.
They drove at a leisurely pace at first, due to the traffic while leaving the city. But within half an hour Brianna could see Windsor Castle rising up in the distance above the treetops, and soon we were in the countryside. Uncle Christopher had said it was going to be a long journey, so Brianna, who did not want to be forced to make conversation, closed her eyes and decided to nap.
When Brianna woke up, with a crick in her neck, she discovered that they were driving past meadows and farms and acres of wild looking woods. She had no idea which part of the kingdom they were in, but she had the strangest suspicion that they were in Ireland. Although Brianna had no clue as to why she suspected this.
Suddenly it became colder, and there was a defined nip in the air. Brianna' scar prickled painfully. The weather seemed very temperamental. The evening was gloomy as dusk settled over the rolling green hills in the distance. The sky was turning a dark burnished orange. Brianna looked out at the trees whizzing past and shivered a little as she pulled her favorite oversized plum coloured, hand knitted carigon closer around her.
It was a cold and gloomy June evening. As they finally neared their destination, a strange mist rolled around our car as if searching for a way to get in. Brianna's scar was prickling uncomfortable as the mist seemed to follow the car along the narrow twisting roads.
We must have been traveling for hours, and Brianna was exhausted.
"Another few minutes and you will be able to see the house," said Uncle Christopher chirpily, as if the long journey hadn't affected him in the least. He sat up straighter in his seat, beaming.
Brianna peered out of the backseat window. She could see no house in sight! Not that she could see much with twilight just setting in.
Victoria didn't even bother to look up; she just huffed and continued texting away on her new rose-gold iPhone.
When the house finally came into view, Brianna was taken aback. For the first time, she had to admit that Uncle Christopher was right to get so excited. The "house," as her uncle called it, was not just a house—it was a massive, centuries-old structure called Peverell Manor.
As they drove through the gargantuan iron gates and up the long sweeping driveway lined with old spruces and ancient oak trees, Uncle Christopher chattered on in his irritating nasal voice.
"Peverell Manor was built hundreds of years ago, in the 10th century and it has been in my client's family ever since," he said proudly, as if he had something to do with it.
The man house was a huge, grand and very impressive structure. It was made of high grey stonewalls, towering turrets, massive pointed gables, and pinnacles with ornate chimney stacks. It looked more like a miniature castle than a house. Emerald green ivy and flowering creepers of pale lilac climbed the walls, and massive arched windows embellished with decorative panels lined the sprawling structure. It was absolutely enchanting.
"Welcome to Peverell Manor," said the driver.
As they drove up to the massive front door of the house, Brianna had to admit she was very excited. She had never been inside a real manor house before, and I was looking forward to exploring the property, but she still couldn't help the surge of fear and dread that had settled in her stomach. Her gut was telling her to run.
The car halted on the gravel and the family clambered out. Brianna's legs felt funny after not being used for so long.
A thin, stern-looking lady with spectacles and a severe grey bun was standing at the top of the steps to greet us. She introduced herself as the housekeeper, Mrs. Pitts. Standing to her right was a portly man, smartly dressed, with his shoes polished to perfection. He was Mr. Mosley, the butler.
"Welcome to Peverell Manor, Mr. Fairdale," he said.
"Yes, yes, glad to be here," said Christopher, puffing out his chest. He was obviously feeling very important right about now. Brianna wondered what his client was like. His house was nice, that's for sure.
Uncle Christopher cleared his throat. "When will I be able to meet Professor Dumbledore?" he asked.
"Professor Dumbledore was delayed. He will meet with you tomorrow when he returns," said Mr. Mosley.
"Follow me and I will show you to your rooms," said Mrs. Pitts crisply. "I will have some food brought up to you, as you must be tired from your long journey. The footmen will take your luggage up to your rooms."
Brianna's uncle and aunt nodded and beamed as if they were walking into Buckingham Palace. They followed the housekeeper up the broad stone steps and into the massive house. Brianna hesitated, looking at the sweeping drive. For a moment she wanted to run, but she ignored that instinct and followed her relatives.
The great arched oak wooden doors opened into a massive foyer, which had a grand staircase that led to the upper floors. An ornate crystal chandelier glittered from the high beamed ceiling. Beautiful carved statues and huge ornately framed paintings lined the walls of the mahogany-paneled corridors, but Brianna hardly noticed. She just fiddled with the amulet that hung around her neck and followed Mrs. Pitts, her mind on other things.
Brianna couldn't understand what they were doing there. Uncle Christopher worked at a bank. Did he really work for the person who owned this house? Who was Professor Dumbledore?
Mrs. Pitts showed them to their rooms and left them to unpack and freshen up. Victorian and Brianna had a whole, beautifully decorated suite of rooms, with two bedrooms and a large comfortable living room.
Brianna's bedroom was just as beautifully decorated with delicate dusty rose pink flowers curling on moss coloured wallpaper and the vast arched windows were decorated with scalloped matching curtains. Victoria's room, which was even bigger than Brianna's, adjoined the living room on the opposite side to Brianna's room.
After unpacking Brianna wandered around the bedroom that had been assigned to her. She sank down onto the edge of the large bed. The soft, cozy burgundy coloured velvet quilt felt warm and inviting.
Brianna began thinking, wishing for the thousandth time that her adoptive parents had not died in the horrific crash. She even wondered about what her life would have been like if she'd been raised by her birth parents.
Why did they abandon her? Why didn't they want her? Or did they want her, but for some reason they couldn't keep her? Who were her parents? What was her story? Why did she dream of her mother and not her father?
All these questions swirled around her brain and she knew sleep was no longer an option.
Brianna, not wanting to let Victoria's presence spoil her experience here, had already decided that she was going to make the most of this place. Being in a house this old, under such strange circumstances made Brianna feel very curious, she was itching to explore.
Exploring would definitely be better than sitting here with her thoughts, Brianna was sure of that. For she knew it was no use wondering; it was not going to bring anybody back.
There was a tray laid out in the living room, with warm, rich stew and freshly baked bread. Brianna thought about having some food before exploring but at the last moment she changed her wind.
Brianna, who had changed into her pyjamas, pulled her dressing on, fastened it securely and shoved her feet into her tatty slippers. Victoria was fast asleep in her room, so Brianna, now fully resolved to wander around the house, left the room unnoticed.
Brianna walked quickly down the long corridors of the massive manor house, occasionally passing white-capped maids in uniform shuffling busily out of rooms, arms laden with linens or clothes. Moonlight streamed in through the windows, and the corridor ahead was illuminated by a spectral white sheen. They looked curiously at Brianna as she passed but said nothing.
Finally Brianna stopped as she came to an arched doorway separating this part of the house to another, older and much darker wing of the house.
It was eerie in the east wing, and cobwebs hung in the corners of the shadowy corridors. Brianna tried a few doors and found herself in various stuffy rooms with white dust covers that obscured the furniture. This part of the house looked like it hadn't been lived in for a long time, and the rooms smelled musty and unused.
After an hour or so, Brianna was just about to turn around and head back to her room, when finally she came across huge wooden double doors at the end of the corridor. She pushed the heavy door open slightly and peered inside.
The room was a giant, immaculately grand room.
The beautiful, oak-lined library was a remarkable space. It was the only room in this part of the house that looked like it was cleaned every day and pristinely kept. A first-floor gallery ran along one side of the gigantic room, adorned by an intricately crafted, church-like ceiling. Two large leather armchairs were placed on opposite sides of a small round mahogany reading
table, and the wooden floor was covered with plush Persian rugs. Along one wall, two immense bay windows, both hosting a comfortable cushion-covered window seat, overlooked the vast manicured gardens of Peverell Manor.
All the small, old fashioned candle lanterns were lit, Brianna stepped further inside the room and frowned. The air seemed to be alive with electricity
As she walked further into the gigantic library, Brianna looked over to the wall at the very end of the room and was immediately mesmerized. The entire wall at the far end was covered with a huge tapestry that dominated the whole space. It was a delicate and elaborate weave, depicting a dark wild looking forest on one side and a crystal-clear lake one the other, in the middle was a magical castle glistening in-between wild looking sprawling hills like mountains and deep set sprawling valleys of lush green and dotted with purple heather.
This was in Brianna's opinion her favourite room in the impressive manor house, of that, she was positive. Brianna turned to look at the large bookshelves. Brianna noted that Peverell Manor had an excellent collection of books.
Brianna was not sure where to start?
The walls of the enormous room were packed from top to bottom with shelves, filled with a seemingly countless array of books. Some were newly bought, and some looked as though they must have come with the house many centuries ago. They were old fashioned leather bound books but some of them appeared to be almost brand new, their parchment pages a prestige white with little or no creases, they appeared to have never been opened, their spines appeared to have never been bent, as were uncreased.
The books themselves seemed to be very strange and unusual. They all seemed to be magic books. There were books of spells and enchantments, jinxes and hexes, defensive magic, potions and posions, herbology (whatever that was, fortune telling, myths, fairytales and legends and books about magical plants and creatures.
Just as Brianna was looking at a large, leather bound book called 'The Complete Chronicles of Enchantments', she heard someone at the door. Brianna didn't know what came over her, but she panicked and dove behind one of the large leather armchairs. She knew she was not doing anything wrong—just exploring the manor house, exploring the library and its strange collection of books, but she still felt spooked.
Brianna tensed, her heartbeat quickening as she peered out from behind her hiding place, feeling immensely stupid.
It was her Uncle Christopher. Brianna paused, wondering what he was doing here. The most reasonable explanation was of course that he had come looking for a book, but why did he want one of these books. Brianna was about to come out from behind the chair and announce herself when she realized that he wasn't going towards the books, but towards the tapestry.
What was he up to?
Uncle Christopher stopped abruptly, and stood unmoving in front of the tapestry and stared at it.
Brianna stayed where she was unsure what to do in the circumstances and situation. She had no idea what her uncle was doing and she didn't want to startle him. He might get angry at her for being in here, for leaving her room, for spying on him.
Brianna looked over towards the double doors of the library. They were shut, and there was no way she could leave the room without Uncle Christopher noticing.
So she remained crouching where she was and waited.
Her uncle was definitely acting very oddly. That became immediately clear to Brianna when he held out his arms, palms facing outward and touched the tapestry.
As his palms brushed against the woven threads of the tapestry, Brianna suddenly felt a breeze enter the room, whisking through it very quickly, bringing with it a chill.
Brianna turned to the windows, but to her great surprise they were shut. A rustling noise startled her and she looked back towards her uncle. Brianna's mouth fell open, and she stared mutely at the scene unfolding in front of her eyes.
The tapestry on the wall was shimmering like moonlight on water, while the rustling noise and the breeze seemed to be coming from inside it. Brianna's eyes widened as she spotted the bushes in the tapestry moving slightly, and sudden, strange ripples starting to form in the fabric, they xpanded from the middle, like a pebble being thrown into a pond.
A chill scuttled down her spine as, to her immense surprise, a booted leg stepped quite unexpectedly out of the fabric. Brianna blinked as a quite unexpectedly, a big booted leg and an arm came through the tapestry. Slowly, finally, a whole body emerged.
Brianna had to clap her hand over her mouth to prevent herself from gasping aloud. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She stared at the giant of a man was standing in the doorway. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild — long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, but you could make out his eyes, he had hands the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular hand he was holding a large pink umberella, he seemed to carry it like one would carry a sword.
He straightened himself up as he finished stepping out of the tapestry, and into the library of Peverell Manor.
Everything happened so quickly, that Brianna couldn't even think. She knew she should say something and excuse herself, but then her uncle might think she was spying on him. So Brianna decided to remain where she was for the moment.
In fact, Brianna, whose curiosity was well known to get the better of her, was much too fascinated to do anything more than crouch behind the large leather armchair and see what happened next.
Finally the stranger spoke. "Sorry to have kep' ya, Professor Dumbeldore couldn't make it, so he sen' me. Ya must be Christopher, do you have the girl?" the said, in a loud, guff and very deep voice, Brianna was strangely reminded of a stormy sea, its giant ominous waves crashing against the rocks as the wind howed above.
For a moment Brianna wondered whether she should leave. But then her thoughts whirled quickly back to the many questions clamoring in her head. How on earth did he appear out of the tapestry? Why was he here? Who was he? How did her uncle know him?
Then more questions whirled through her confused mind. What was on the other side? Where was this man coming from? Who was Professor Dumbledore? Why had bhe not come? And what girl were they talking about?
"Who are you?" asked Christopher, bowing slightly to the cloaked man.
"True, I haven't introduced meself. Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts." the giant said in explanation "Now do you have the girl or not, professor Dumbledore is expecting me to return with her"
"I have brought her,."
The man called Hagrid, seemed to stare at Brianna's uncle, and then he smiled broadl and clasped his great hands together.
"So she is here, in the house?" he said.
"Yes," Christopher replied, quickly stepping back, and Brianna could tell my uncle was becoming nervous.
Brianna, wasn't sure why he was nervous, she couldn't understand who or what they were talking about, but she started to get a really bad feeling that she wasn't going to like it.
"Are you sure she's the right one?" Uncle Christopher asked.
"Yes, of course I'm sure, well Professor Dumbledore is" said Hagrid, in a slightly condescending tone. "He wouldn't have wasted years of hsi life searching for her, only to find the wrong girl? Come on, Christopher, you know he's am smarter than that. Imagine his delight when he found out she was your niece. Well, your adopted niece anyway. And then imagine my delight when he asked me to fetch her for him"
My uncle Christopher nodded and dabbed his perspiring head with a purple handkerchief.
Brianna couldn't believe what she had just heard. They were talking about her. Uncle Christopher had no other nieces that she knew of. Why would this strange giant man be looking for her? This made no sense.
"Why are you so interested in Brianna anyway?" Her uncle asked. Brianna's blood turned cold as fear coiled inside her. Why did this strange, harsh looking man want her?
"Have our reasons'' Hagrid said shooting Uncle Christopher a dark glare, he then grinned and clasped his hands together. "We've spent just short of eleven years searching for her, trying to make sure we got to her first rathier than them death eaters of his"
"Yes, yes, you can do what you like with her," smirked Christopher, "but not before you pay me my fee. Which has become quite considerable now, seeing as I will have to answer many questions about her when she's gone."
Dread filled Brianna, and she felt herself begin to tremble slightly. Gone? Where was she going?
"You'll get your money," said Hagird, "Just like Dumbledore promised, Dumbeldore's a man of his word" Hagrid roared, his voice hardening, as his beedy black eyes narrowed. "But only after I have the girl in my possession. When is the earliest you can get her to me?"
"Charlotte is bring her down here at midnight," said Christopher.
Briannq wasn't surprised to learn that her aunt was involved in this. Charlotte had wanted to get rid of her ever since Brianna had moved in with them. However Brianna had thought that her Uncle Christopher had liked her and she couldn't believe that she was as wrong as she was. It seemed that there was absolutely no one she could truly trust.
Suddenly Brianna's foot cramped. She gasped, clutching at it, and then she started rubbing, but it was no use, she would have to change her position.
Brianna moved ever so slowly, carefully adjusting herself behind the armchair, but it was a futile attempt. Her shuffling had created a noise, and Brianna knew she had been heard.
"Someone's here," said Hagird, whirling round, holding his umberella higher in the air, as if he was pointing a weapon at the chair Brianna was hiding behind.
Brianna moved backwards, but there was nowhere to go. She was trapped.
Uncle Christopher rushed over quickly, and in the blink of an eye he grabbed Brianna by the arm and pulled her up from her crouching position.
"Don't you know that it's bad manners to eavesdrop, young lady?" said my uncle, angrily. His floppy gold hair was a mess; he was absolutely fuming, and his glasses were steaming up.
"What have we here?" asked Hagrid, his eyes fixating on Brianna with a scrutinizing look as he walked slowly towards her. His eyes then settled on Brianna's scar and he smiled widely.
"It's the girl you have been searching for," said Uncle Christopher, with a slimy smile on his reddened face. He pulled Brianna along towards Hagrid, clutching her arm with his bony fingers, which bit into her skin like needles.
"You're hurting me," Brianna cried, trying to pull her arm free from his grasp, but her uncle didn't let go, and instead of loosening his grip, he tightened it instead so that Brianna winced in pain, rear forming at the corners of her eyes, threnting to spill over and run down her pale cheeks.
"Here let her go. Don't hurt her. Don't hurt Brianna". Bellowed Hagird, crossing his arms, over his chest and glaring at Christopher. Christopher looked worried and quickly released Brianna.
"You have the wrong girl. I don't even know you, I don't know what is happening, please don't hurt me." Brianna said trying to sound brave, but she could tell her voice was shaky and there were tears stinging her eyes.
"Ah, calm yersen down, Brianna, I'm not goona hurt ya, and ya may not know me, but I know you, Brianna Potter," said Hagrid.
"What, That's not even my name. I'm Brianna Fairdale," Brianna insisted. "I told you, you have the wrong girl." Hagrid laughed, and sat himself down on one of the large armchairs, he indicated that Brianna should do the same. Brianna did as instructed, Christopher stood fumming silently as stood beside Brianna's chair.
"Now I think its' best if I explain a few things. Try and stop you from worrying" Hagrid said kindly, looking at Brianna's pale face and tear filled eyes.
"See Professor Dumbledore, he's the headmaster of Hogwarts, has been looking for ya for years. But well no one knew where you'd been sent when ya where sent here, the house-elf that brought ya here wouldn't say where she'd taken ya."
"What?" asked Brianna confused Hagrid stared at Brianna.
"But yeh must know, yeh must know that yeh don't belong in this world, yeh must know that yeh different, that yeh belong in the enchanted realm, in yeh parents realm, in mine, yours, our realm"
"What?" Asked Brianna feeling very uncertain,
"Yeah, the house-elf brough ya here, yeh parents told her to, ya see, they thought you'd be safer here"
"My parents" Brianna asked, suddenly very curious
"But yeh must know about yer mum and dad," Hagrid said. "I mean, they're famous. You're famous."
"What? My — my mum and dad weren't famous, were they?" Brianna cried
"Yeh don' know… yeh don' know…" Hagrid ran his fingers through his hair, fixing Harry with a bewildered stare. "Yeh don' know what yeh are? Yeh don't know what happened? Yeh don't know nothin' about any of it" he said finally.
Brianna looked at him, she was very confused and wanted answers.
"Brianna, yer a witch" Hagrid announced in a loud gruff voice. There was silence inside the hut. Only the crackling fire and the shuffling feet of Uncle Christopher could be heard.
"I'm a what?" gasped Brianna
"A witch, o' course," said Hagrid" sitting further back in the armchair , which groaned and sank even lower, "an' a thumpin' good 'un, I'd say, once yeh've been trained up a bit. With a mum an' dad like yours, what else would yeh be?, Yeh look a lot like em ya know. Yer have yer mother's eyes and build but yer father's unruly hair" Brianna severed the information she was being given.
"Where are my parents? Are you taking me to them?" Brianna asked, and Hagrid's face fell, he looked awkward and anxious.
"I never expected this," he said, in a low, worried voice. "I had no idea, when Dumbledore told me there might be trouble gettin' hold of yeh. But he never told me how much yeh didn't know, how much ya where unaware of. Ah, Harry, I don' know if I'm the right person ter tell yeh — but someone's gotta — yeh can't go back not knowin" he he paused to look at the tapestry.
"Well, it's best yeh know as much as I can tell yeh — mind, I can't tell yeh everythin', it's a great myst'ry, parts of it…" He sat down, stared into the fire for a few seconds, and then said, "It begins, I suppose, with — with a person called — but it's incredible yeh don't know his name, everyone in our world knows —"
"Who?"
"Well — I don' like sayin' the name if I can help it. No one does."
"Why not?"
"Gulpin' gargoyles, Brianna, people are still scared. Blimey, this is difficult. See, there was this wizard who went… bad. As bad as you could go. Worse. Worse than worse. His name was…" Hagrid gulped, but no words came out.
"Could you write it down?" Brianna suggested.
"Nah — can't spell it. All right —Voldemort." Hagrid shuddered. "Don' make me say it again. Anyway, this — this wizard, about twenty years ago now, started lookin' fer followers. Got 'em, too — some were afraid, some just wanted a bit o' his power, 'cause he was gettin' himself power, all right. Dark days, Harry. Didn't know who ter trust, didn't dare get friendly with strange wizards or witches… terrible things happened. He was takin' over. 'Course, some stood up to him — an' he killed 'em. Horribly. One o' the only safe places left was Hogwarts. Reckon Dumbledore's the only one You-Know-Who was afraid of. Didn't dare try takin' the school, not jus' then, anyway." he paued for a moment before continuing "Now, yer mum an' dad were as good a witch an' wizard as I ever knew. Head boy an' girl at Hogwarts in their day! Suppose the myst'ry is why You-Know-Who never tried to get 'em on his side before… probably knew they were too close ter Dumbledore ter want anythin' ter do with the Dark Side. Maybe he thought he could persuade 'em… maybe he just wanted 'em outta the way. All anyone knows is, he turned up in the village where you was all living, on Halloween ten years ago. You was just a year old. He came ter yer house an' — an' —"Hagrid suddenly pulled out a very dirty, spotted handkerchief and blew his nose with a sound like a foghorn. "Sorry," he said. "But it's that sad — knew yer mum an' dad, an' nicer people yeh couldn't find — anyway…You-Know-Who killed 'em. An' then — an' this is the real myst'ry of the thing — he tried to kill you, too. Wanted ter make a clean job of it, I suppose, or maybe he just liked killin' by then. But he couldn't do it. Never wondered how you got that mark on yer forehead? That was no ordinary cut. That's what yeh get when a powerful, evil curse touches yeh — took care of yer mum an' dad an' yer house, even — but it didn't work on you, an' that's why yer famous, Brianna. No one ever lived after he decided ter kill 'em, no one except you, an' he'd killed some o' the best witches an' wizards of the age — the McKinnons, the Bones, the Prewetts, an' you was only a baby, an' you lived."
Something very painful was going on in Brianna's mind. As Hagrid's story came to a close, she saw again the nightmare, more clearly than she had ever seen it before. Biranna chose to ignore her recolections for the time being however, she still had questions to ask, hundreds of them.
"But what happened to Vol-, sorry — I mean, You-Know-Who?"
"Good question, Brianna. Disappeared. Vanished. Same night he tried ter kill you. Makes yeh even more famous. That's the biggest myst'ry, see… he was gettin' more an' more powerful — why'd he go? Some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Dunno if he had enough human left in him to die. ome say he's still out there, bidin' his time, like, but I don' believe it. People who was on his side came back ter ours. Some of 'em came outta kinda trances. Don' reckon they could've done if he was comin' back. Most of us reckon he's still out there somewhere but lost his powers. Too weak to carry on. 'Cause somethin' about you finished him, Brianna. There was somethin' goin' on that night he hadn't counted on — I dunno what it was, no one does — but somethin' about you stumped him, all right."
Hagrid looked at Brianna with warmth and respect blazing in his eyes, but Brianna, instead of feeling pleased and proud, felt quite sure there had been a horrible mistake.
"Are you sure I'm the girl you're looking for?" she asked softly
"Course I am, Yer the spit of you parents" said Hagrid simply. "Now I reckon we should be leaving, best get yer back to where ya belong" he said standing up and stepping towards the tapestry. "Dumbeldore will be waiting for us"
"What about my money" Uncle Chrisptopher bellowed, finiding his voice again
"Oh shut up will ya, I got what yer Dumbledore promised yer here" said Hagrid a look of amusment crossing his fave. He through a small leather pouch at Chrispopher and then turned to Brianna.
"Ready?" he asked
All this was happening so fast; Brianna still wasn't sure she understand what this had to do with me, but she wanted to find out more about my her real parents, but she wasn't sure she wanted to go anywhere with this fierce looking giant. However he did not seem unkind, instead he seemed friendly. And he had stopped her uncle from hurting her but who knows what he had planned for her?
"I'm ready to come with you," Brianna said, trying to be brave and strong. Hagird smiled and walked with Brianna towards the tapestry.
Hagrid stopped them just infront of the tapestry that shimmered as soon as he touched it with the tip of his umberella.
Brianna felt like her life had just shattered all over again. Her adoptive parents were gone, her adoptive uncle had just sold her like a…well like a slave, and there was no one to help her no one on my side. She was alone, unsure if she was in trouble or nor, and she had absolutely no idea where she was going. Hagrid took her arm and guided Brianna into the magical, shimmering tapestry.