Ch3 Blackstaff
His cheerful attitude didn't last. Right when he entered Vernon was there and furiously asking why Sirius had come.
"Just a check-up on me. Making sure nothing was wrong. You know. He's curious." He sat back and watched the reaction.
Vernon's face bulged and paled. "Wha-whe-wher-wha…?" he stuttered.
"Where did he go?" Harry asked for him. Vernon nodded "He left. He may be back soon but he's not sure. He promised to send a lot of letters though." Enjoying the face on Vernon's face for a moment he remembered what Sirius had given him. "Oh. One more thing." Vernon's eyes twitched. "I'll be taking a driving class everyday for the next few weeks so I can get my permit right when I turn fifteen. Hope that's not a problem. Great." He then skipped happily up stairs to say hi to Hedwig and get ready for his class.
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Walking down the street to the DMV Harry thought about what driver's ED would be like. Out of habit, Harry had his wand tucked deep within his pocket but hoped it wouldn't be needed; though he thought ruefully why would he need it in the first place.
Harry couldn't have missed the building had he been blind with its giant red letters spelling DMV. Passing a dented car with a sign that said 'Student Driver' on the side, Harry walked through the glass door into the building and saw a few desks and two other doors. Walking up to one of the people at the desks Harry considered what he would say.
The women he walked up to asked in a voice as dull as her clothes, "Name?" Harry answered. "Your class will start in a few minutes. Fill out this sheet and wait for the instructor in that room." She pointed to a door.
"Thank you," Harry said politely but the woman had already begun a phone call. Harry walked into the small room in which held a few desks and a blackboard and sat at an unoccupied desk. There were three other people in the room from all different aspects of life.
Harry filled out the form just in time to see the teacher walk into the room. He was a wizened old man with a long black beard with two stripes of gray down it. Other than his beard, he was completely bald. He wore a black suit and walked with dignity. Harry's first impression of him was of Mr. Crouch, a former Ministry wizard who was murdered the year before by his own son but had always been crisp in his appearance and mind, but then he smiled.
"Good afternoon class. My name is Mr. K Blackstaff, and I'll be your instructor for the duration of this class. Now please turn in all of your forms so that we may begin." Harry passed up his and the small man's behind him and waited while Mr. Blackstaff flipped through the papers quickly learning their names. He got to Harry's paper and started and looked up, right at Harry, and his eyes brushed his hairline and stared at his scar. His gaze shot back and forth between his form and Harry like lightning. He suddenly shook himself and continued on with the lesson. 'Now what was that about,' thought Harry wonderingly.
Harry didn't have a chance to ask for two weeks because it wasn't until then that they were actually alone because the rest of the class had failed. Driving around the local neighborhoods Harry finally brought up the question that was bothering him. "How do you know who I am."
Mr. Blackstaff smiled faintly. "I was wondering when you'd ask. I'm a wizard too."
"You?" Harry sputtered. "A wizard? Really?"
"Of course!"
"But, why are you working at a muggle job?" Harry asked as he stopped to avoid hitting a cat.
"Dumbledore hired me. I am here to hold the enchantment over your house in place. It's a difficult Anti-Scying Enchantment that took four wizards and witches to create and must be maintained everyday by one wizard." He shook his head ruefully. "I've been here for thirteen years and you have never seen me before this. Oh what will Dumbledore say?" he mumbled.
"He's the one who sent me here." 'Well, sort of,' thought Harry.
"Well, if he sent you, I won't be in trouble. Alright. Now remember the speed, and check the gas, we're running low." Harry adjusted his speed and turned for the nearest gas station. "Listen, Harry. I'd like it if you didn't mention that I'm here to anyone but your most trusted friends. I have to make sure you're safe. You won't tell anyone else, right?" he asked apprehensively.
"Of course not."
"Good. Now back to driving, always make sure that you have at least…"
His cheerful attitude didn't last. Right when he entered Vernon was there and furiously asking why Sirius had come.
"Just a check-up on me. Making sure nothing was wrong. You know. He's curious." He sat back and watched the reaction.
Vernon's face bulged and paled. "Wha-whe-wher-wha…?" he stuttered.
"Where did he go?" Harry asked for him. Vernon nodded "He left. He may be back soon but he's not sure. He promised to send a lot of letters though." Enjoying the face on Vernon's face for a moment he remembered what Sirius had given him. "Oh. One more thing." Vernon's eyes twitched. "I'll be taking a driving class everyday for the next few weeks so I can get my permit right when I turn fifteen. Hope that's not a problem. Great." He then skipped happily up stairs to say hi to Hedwig and get ready for his class.
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Walking down the street to the DMV Harry thought about what driver's ED would be like. Out of habit, Harry had his wand tucked deep within his pocket but hoped it wouldn't be needed; though he thought ruefully why would he need it in the first place.
Harry couldn't have missed the building had he been blind with its giant red letters spelling DMV. Passing a dented car with a sign that said 'Student Driver' on the side, Harry walked through the glass door into the building and saw a few desks and two other doors. Walking up to one of the people at the desks Harry considered what he would say.
The women he walked up to asked in a voice as dull as her clothes, "Name?" Harry answered. "Your class will start in a few minutes. Fill out this sheet and wait for the instructor in that room." She pointed to a door.
"Thank you," Harry said politely but the woman had already begun a phone call. Harry walked into the small room in which held a few desks and a blackboard and sat at an unoccupied desk. There were three other people in the room from all different aspects of life.
Harry filled out the form just in time to see the teacher walk into the room. He was a wizened old man with a long black beard with two stripes of gray down it. Other than his beard, he was completely bald. He wore a black suit and walked with dignity. Harry's first impression of him was of Mr. Crouch, a former Ministry wizard who was murdered the year before by his own son but had always been crisp in his appearance and mind, but then he smiled.
"Good afternoon class. My name is Mr. K Blackstaff, and I'll be your instructor for the duration of this class. Now please turn in all of your forms so that we may begin." Harry passed up his and the small man's behind him and waited while Mr. Blackstaff flipped through the papers quickly learning their names. He got to Harry's paper and started and looked up, right at Harry, and his eyes brushed his hairline and stared at his scar. His gaze shot back and forth between his form and Harry like lightning. He suddenly shook himself and continued on with the lesson. 'Now what was that about,' thought Harry wonderingly.
Harry didn't have a chance to ask for two weeks because it wasn't until then that they were actually alone because the rest of the class had failed. Driving around the local neighborhoods Harry finally brought up the question that was bothering him. "How do you know who I am."
Mr. Blackstaff smiled faintly. "I was wondering when you'd ask. I'm a wizard too."
"You?" Harry sputtered. "A wizard? Really?"
"Of course!"
"But, why are you working at a muggle job?" Harry asked as he stopped to avoid hitting a cat.
"Dumbledore hired me. I am here to hold the enchantment over your house in place. It's a difficult Anti-Scying Enchantment that took four wizards and witches to create and must be maintained everyday by one wizard." He shook his head ruefully. "I've been here for thirteen years and you have never seen me before this. Oh what will Dumbledore say?" he mumbled.
"He's the one who sent me here." 'Well, sort of,' thought Harry.
"Well, if he sent you, I won't be in trouble. Alright. Now remember the speed, and check the gas, we're running low." Harry adjusted his speed and turned for the nearest gas station. "Listen, Harry. I'd like it if you didn't mention that I'm here to anyone but your most trusted friends. I have to make sure you're safe. You won't tell anyone else, right?" he asked apprehensively.
"Of course not."
"Good. Now back to driving, always make sure that you have at least…"