CHAPTER 2: Down At Hogsmeade
Chammy stared at the boy in front of her who claimed to be The Boy Who Lived. "This cannot be happening," she thought to herself. She must be having one of her weird dreams again, or maybe she hit her head so hard when she fell by her kitchen door thus resulting to hallucinations. this is NOT Harry Potter. Not the same Harry Potter Sofia has told her so many things about.
"No," she whispered.
"No, what?" Harry asked.
"You are not Harry Potter."
"Oh really," Harry said with an amused smile, "then who am I?"
Chammy frowned. The boy certainly did look like the boy in her dreams. That unruly black hair and deep emerald eyes, even that strange lightning- shaped scar on his forehead was definitely of the boy in her dreams. However, it could not be. Could it?
"You're just a myth, a folktale. My Nanny Sofia told me about you. She told me tons about you and Voldemort and Ron and Hermione and Malfoy. She told me about Hogwarts and witches and wizards and Quidditch!" Chammy said.
"Wait," Harry said, confusion obvious in his green orbs, "are you a muggle?"
"A what?" Chammy asked, "Oh right, a muggle. That's what wizards use to call non-magical people. I guess I am."
"Blimey! Then how did you get here."
"I don't know. I told you I am dreaming.this is all a hallucination."
"We have to get you to Professor Dumbledore." Harry said.
"Du.. Dumbledore?"
"Yes, we have to know what brought you here."
"All I know is, my father called me inside for lunch. then I found a photograph of my mum on the ground, weird really, then I picked it up and headed for the kitchen door. As I was abou' to open the door, I suddenly felt my body stagger forward and I felt like I was being pulled, spinning and finally landing on a hard ground. when I open my eyes, I find myself lost. here." Chammy stammered.
"But those are all signs of transporting using a Portkey. But I doubt that they'd plant it where muggles can easily see them." Harry said, confused yet again.
"A portkey. you're right."
"But what did you have that made you transport?"
Chammy looked at her right hand to see it clutching the old sepia-looking photo of her mum. "This," she said.
"But, blimey! Who the hell would turn the photo of your mum into a portkey?" Harry said as he examined the picture.
"I guess there's only one way to find out." Chammy said.
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"Where the bloody hell is Harry?!" Ron wailed as he furiously bit into a Honeyduke's chocolate bar.
"I'm not quite sure," Hermione said, calmly, "but don' worry. We'll find him."
"Well, well, well," they heard a familiar drawl from behind, "the Weasel and the mudblood lost their Hero. Now I wonder, where could Potty be?"
"Sod off, Malfoy!" Ron said as he brandished his wand and pointed it at Malfoy.
"We don't have time for you right now Malfoy, so please leave us alone," said Hermione.
At that point, Ron had spotted Harry outside Zonko's. "There he is 'Mione!" Ron said as he pointed towards Harry, and a girl dressed up in muggle clothes, with his chocolate bar.
Hermione and Ron started towards the direction of Zonko's. Malfoy nudged Crabbe and Goyle and they followed the two.
"Aye 'Arry!" yelled Ron, "Where've you been?"
"Guys, we have to take her to Dumbledore." Harry said solemnly.
"Who's she?" Ron said with wide eyes.
"Yeah, Potty. She your new girlfriend? What about the Weasel's li'l sister?" drawled Malfoy.
"Malfoy I don't have time for your bloody comments," then looking at Hermione he said, "She's a muggle. We have to get her to Dumbledore. She got here by portkey."
"What?! Why? How?" asked Hermione, surprised.
"So, what's her name?" asked Ron.
"Umm. we never got around to that, now did we?" Harry said in chagrin, turning back to Chammy.
"I'm Chammy," she said, "Chammy Coritsi."
"A muggle huh?" drawled Malfoy, "this could be fun."
"No you won't Malfoy!" screamed Hermione.
Malfoy stepped closer to Chammy, eyeing her front head to foot. "A muggle eh? And Chammy? Is it?" he said with a smirk.
"I know all about you Draco Malfoy," Chammy said accepting the unspoken dare between herself and Malfoy. Hermione, Ron and Harry looked on surprised. No one introduced Malfoy to the girl but she knew his whole name. "I know about your father too, Lucius Malfoy and you mum, Narcissa. No don't you try playin' with me. I know more than you'd like me to know."
Malfoy backed up at this. "That's another reason as to why we have to bring her to Dumbledore. She knows about us, and I mean KNOWS. She said that she's heard of us from her nanny, she said we were a folktale or a myths of some sorts," Harry said, looking quite apprehensive.
"You're right Harry," Hermione said. "What else does she know?"
"Where do you want me to start?" Chammy asked, growing quite impatient, "Harry Potter, only son of James and Lily, both die when he was just a baby because they were Avada Kedavra'd by Voldemort, who in turn was defeated by Harry, so Harry lived with those disgusting Dursley's until the day Rubeus Hagrid came to take him to Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, that was on his eleventh birthday.
"Hermione Granger, the first witch out of the Granger family. Muggle-born, both parents are dentists. Hermione, bookworm, genius, and nerd, probably prefect now are you?
"Ronald Weasley, youngest son of Arthur and Molly Weasley. Brothers are Charlie, Bill, Percy, and the twins, Fred and George, only sister is Ginny. Has new owl, Pigwidgeon. Used to have rat, Scabbers, but turns out to be Wormtail.
"Draco Malfoy, bloody pain in the arse, of Slytherin House. A good seeker (Malfoy smirks when he hears this) but not as great as Harry (Malfoy turns his smirk into a glare and hisses when he hears THIS). Son of Lucius, a death eater, and of Narcissa," said Chammy, "what else do you want to hear?"
Chammy looked at the people in front of her who, apart from Crabbe and Goyle who were too busy staring at the sky, had their mouths hanging open. "So now will you just take me to Dumbledore to figure why in the name of Merlin am I here?" she said.
"Uh, sure. O' course," Harry said, while the others were still agape.
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Chammy stared at the boy in front of her who claimed to be The Boy Who Lived. "This cannot be happening," she thought to herself. She must be having one of her weird dreams again, or maybe she hit her head so hard when she fell by her kitchen door thus resulting to hallucinations. this is NOT Harry Potter. Not the same Harry Potter Sofia has told her so many things about.
"No," she whispered.
"No, what?" Harry asked.
"You are not Harry Potter."
"Oh really," Harry said with an amused smile, "then who am I?"
Chammy frowned. The boy certainly did look like the boy in her dreams. That unruly black hair and deep emerald eyes, even that strange lightning- shaped scar on his forehead was definitely of the boy in her dreams. However, it could not be. Could it?
"You're just a myth, a folktale. My Nanny Sofia told me about you. She told me tons about you and Voldemort and Ron and Hermione and Malfoy. She told me about Hogwarts and witches and wizards and Quidditch!" Chammy said.
"Wait," Harry said, confusion obvious in his green orbs, "are you a muggle?"
"A what?" Chammy asked, "Oh right, a muggle. That's what wizards use to call non-magical people. I guess I am."
"Blimey! Then how did you get here."
"I don't know. I told you I am dreaming.this is all a hallucination."
"We have to get you to Professor Dumbledore." Harry said.
"Du.. Dumbledore?"
"Yes, we have to know what brought you here."
"All I know is, my father called me inside for lunch. then I found a photograph of my mum on the ground, weird really, then I picked it up and headed for the kitchen door. As I was abou' to open the door, I suddenly felt my body stagger forward and I felt like I was being pulled, spinning and finally landing on a hard ground. when I open my eyes, I find myself lost. here." Chammy stammered.
"But those are all signs of transporting using a Portkey. But I doubt that they'd plant it where muggles can easily see them." Harry said, confused yet again.
"A portkey. you're right."
"But what did you have that made you transport?"
Chammy looked at her right hand to see it clutching the old sepia-looking photo of her mum. "This," she said.
"But, blimey! Who the hell would turn the photo of your mum into a portkey?" Harry said as he examined the picture.
"I guess there's only one way to find out." Chammy said.
**** meanwhile ****
"Where the bloody hell is Harry?!" Ron wailed as he furiously bit into a Honeyduke's chocolate bar.
"I'm not quite sure," Hermione said, calmly, "but don' worry. We'll find him."
"Well, well, well," they heard a familiar drawl from behind, "the Weasel and the mudblood lost their Hero. Now I wonder, where could Potty be?"
"Sod off, Malfoy!" Ron said as he brandished his wand and pointed it at Malfoy.
"We don't have time for you right now Malfoy, so please leave us alone," said Hermione.
At that point, Ron had spotted Harry outside Zonko's. "There he is 'Mione!" Ron said as he pointed towards Harry, and a girl dressed up in muggle clothes, with his chocolate bar.
Hermione and Ron started towards the direction of Zonko's. Malfoy nudged Crabbe and Goyle and they followed the two.
"Aye 'Arry!" yelled Ron, "Where've you been?"
"Guys, we have to take her to Dumbledore." Harry said solemnly.
"Who's she?" Ron said with wide eyes.
"Yeah, Potty. She your new girlfriend? What about the Weasel's li'l sister?" drawled Malfoy.
"Malfoy I don't have time for your bloody comments," then looking at Hermione he said, "She's a muggle. We have to get her to Dumbledore. She got here by portkey."
"What?! Why? How?" asked Hermione, surprised.
"So, what's her name?" asked Ron.
"Umm. we never got around to that, now did we?" Harry said in chagrin, turning back to Chammy.
"I'm Chammy," she said, "Chammy Coritsi."
"A muggle huh?" drawled Malfoy, "this could be fun."
"No you won't Malfoy!" screamed Hermione.
Malfoy stepped closer to Chammy, eyeing her front head to foot. "A muggle eh? And Chammy? Is it?" he said with a smirk.
"I know all about you Draco Malfoy," Chammy said accepting the unspoken dare between herself and Malfoy. Hermione, Ron and Harry looked on surprised. No one introduced Malfoy to the girl but she knew his whole name. "I know about your father too, Lucius Malfoy and you mum, Narcissa. No don't you try playin' with me. I know more than you'd like me to know."
Malfoy backed up at this. "That's another reason as to why we have to bring her to Dumbledore. She knows about us, and I mean KNOWS. She said that she's heard of us from her nanny, she said we were a folktale or a myths of some sorts," Harry said, looking quite apprehensive.
"You're right Harry," Hermione said. "What else does she know?"
"Where do you want me to start?" Chammy asked, growing quite impatient, "Harry Potter, only son of James and Lily, both die when he was just a baby because they were Avada Kedavra'd by Voldemort, who in turn was defeated by Harry, so Harry lived with those disgusting Dursley's until the day Rubeus Hagrid came to take him to Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, that was on his eleventh birthday.
"Hermione Granger, the first witch out of the Granger family. Muggle-born, both parents are dentists. Hermione, bookworm, genius, and nerd, probably prefect now are you?
"Ronald Weasley, youngest son of Arthur and Molly Weasley. Brothers are Charlie, Bill, Percy, and the twins, Fred and George, only sister is Ginny. Has new owl, Pigwidgeon. Used to have rat, Scabbers, but turns out to be Wormtail.
"Draco Malfoy, bloody pain in the arse, of Slytherin House. A good seeker (Malfoy smirks when he hears this) but not as great as Harry (Malfoy turns his smirk into a glare and hisses when he hears THIS). Son of Lucius, a death eater, and of Narcissa," said Chammy, "what else do you want to hear?"
Chammy looked at the people in front of her who, apart from Crabbe and Goyle who were too busy staring at the sky, had their mouths hanging open. "So now will you just take me to Dumbledore to figure why in the name of Merlin am I here?" she said.
"Uh, sure. O' course," Harry said, while the others were still agape.
**** end of this chapter ****
read and review please! (
thanx to froggie-freak33 for being the first to review my story. (