Leslie walked off the plane following the creepy Mr. Beevil. As they
stepped into the airport Leslie got the first view of her Grandmother. Her
first impression was that the woman looked truly old, but not weak. She
looked very odd and Leslie could tell people were purposely staying away
from her. She walked slightly hunched over, but Leslie believed this could
be caused by the dozens of amulets adorning her neck. Her face drooped
with wrinkles, and her hair, which was surprisingly all there, was pulled
back into a bun covered by a beret. It looked as if she had on a black
robe covering a deep purple dress, topped off with a woven poncho. She
supported herself with a wooden cane, which, if possible, looked older than
she was. The look on her face was one of annoyance and possibly even
hatred. An old lady with 140 cats chasing away kids came to mind as Leslie
and Mr.Beevil approached.
"Ahh Mr. Beevil. I trust you have delivered my granddaughter safely to me," she said in a crackling gruff voice. "Yes, Yes, Ms. Teertathead." Leslie slowly stepped forward. "Well dear me, what a fine young lady you are," she pulled Leslie to her and kissed her once on each cheek, European style. She then held her at arms length. "I'm so sorry about your parents", she paused, "But I know you will love London." Leslie looked down. All she could do was nod. "Oh and deary, I have a surprise for you." Leslie looked up and farced a smile. Great, a surprise from a 70- year-old oddball. 20 bucks it's a cat, thought as they walked out of the terminal. But then she heard her Grandmother mumble something very unusual to Mr. Beevil. "Lets hurry and a find a way to get out of this place and away from all these muggles. I yearn for the silence of my home and the use of my wand." "Yes Ms.. Perhaps, we can take a bus?" Mr. Beevil replied. O great, thought Leslie, Now she's crazy too.
Harry awoke to the sound of rapping on his window. He subconsciously realized, tried to block it out, and rolled his face into his pillow. Then, opening his eyes he saw Hedwig furiously pecking at the glass. He practically flew out of bed attempting to open the window before waking up the Dursleys who had not been very happy with him the past couple of days. While working on his potions homework he had accidentally added bloobersnot at the turquoise phase instead of the emerald accidentally causing a miniature explosion which accidentally caused Harry to burn a hole in the floor which dripped down to the first floor, accidentally burning a hole into Dudley's beloved TV. This caused much commotion, emotional tantrums from Dudley, and eventually causing a "banishing from the household." Harry would happily leave but usually he had nowhere else to go. Luckily he had spent all of yesterday packing for a trip to Hermione's. In fact she would be picking him up in about 4 hours. He let Hedwig in who, after dropping the mail carelessly on the floor and pecking Harry in the head, retired noisily to her cage to sleep. "Ow, Hedwig." He muttered as he picked up the mail. He opened the letter from Ron first. He had written Ron earlier to tell him of the pain in his scar and to ask if anything unusual had happened that night. The letter read- Harry- No, sorry. Dad said as far as he knows nothing unusual happened that night. I suppose you could check the muggle papers when we get to Hermione's though just to be safe. But blimey, that is a little crazy.maybe your sick and it was just a bad headache or a migraine. Who knows, anyways I'll see you at Hermione's soon. By the way, did you hear? Snuffles might visit also! It should be loads of fun. Well I hope those Dursleys don't give you too much trouble. Mum says hi. See you soon! -Ron P.S.- Bloody brilliant what you did to the floor. I heard about your potions, "accident". That'll show those Dursleys!
Harry smiled. It was going to take him a long time to convince Ron that it really had been an accident. O well. He was a little concerned though about Ron's reaction to the pain in his scar, but decided not to think about it. He had been under a lot of stress and maybe it had been just a headache. Bloody painful one if it was.thought Harry. He set Ron's letter aside and reached for the letter from Sirius. Dear Harry- Well that is awfully strange about your scar hurting. I've looked into it but it seems that nothing concerning Voldemort happened that night, but still, be on the watch and be ever cautious. If you haven't already heard I will be meeting you at Hermione's and posing as your Godfather, well not really posing but you know what I mean. I look forward to seeing you. -Sirius Finally, Harry thought, spending actual time with Sirus as his Godfather. He was now if possible even more excited for the visit to Hermione's. All of his things were packed, and he didn't want to risk going downstairs for fear he might awaken the Dursleys. He decided to read Hogwarts, a history-Revised Edition, something he was sure Hermione had already read cover to cover, probably twice. Soon he heard the mumbling of Uncle Vernon and the whines and complaints of Dudley, and he dubbed it a safe time to sneak to the kitchen and grab some toast. Right when he thought he had escaped unnoticed Uncle Vernon caught a glimpse of Harry tip toeing away. "When are these freaks coming to get you." He asked. "In about an hour," Harry replied just as sourly. "Humph." Uncle Vernon snorted, "the sooner the better." He then yelled for Aunt Petunia to bring him some more bacon. Harry took this as a signal that he could leave. In about 45 minutes he dragged his trunk down the stairs along with Hedwig and his beloved Firebolt, but 20 minutes later Hermione still hadn't come, and 20 minutes after that she still wasn't there. "So," snarled Dudley, "Your stupid freaks for friends forgot you did they?" Harry just glared, and finally, the doorbell rang. Dudley cowered away in fear. Harry smiled and answered the door to find Hermione, Ron, and to his great surprise-Sirius. He beamed, grabbed his things, greeted all his friends with pleasant hellos, and with what could be called a goodbye to the Dursleys, he was out the door. "Sorry we were late, Harry," Ron said, "Dad didn't know that Hermione was picking us up in a REAL muggle car. Not just any muggle car but a MINIVAN, whatever that means. He just HAD to check it out. Honestly you'd think he'd get bored of all these cars." Harry decided not to tell him about the muggles all over the world who spent much of their lives collecting different kinds of cars as he stashed belongings in the trunk and took a seat in the back with Hedwig hoping to catch up with his Godfather on the ride away from Privet Drive.
"Ahh Mr. Beevil. I trust you have delivered my granddaughter safely to me," she said in a crackling gruff voice. "Yes, Yes, Ms. Teertathead." Leslie slowly stepped forward. "Well dear me, what a fine young lady you are," she pulled Leslie to her and kissed her once on each cheek, European style. She then held her at arms length. "I'm so sorry about your parents", she paused, "But I know you will love London." Leslie looked down. All she could do was nod. "Oh and deary, I have a surprise for you." Leslie looked up and farced a smile. Great, a surprise from a 70- year-old oddball. 20 bucks it's a cat, thought as they walked out of the terminal. But then she heard her Grandmother mumble something very unusual to Mr. Beevil. "Lets hurry and a find a way to get out of this place and away from all these muggles. I yearn for the silence of my home and the use of my wand." "Yes Ms.. Perhaps, we can take a bus?" Mr. Beevil replied. O great, thought Leslie, Now she's crazy too.
Harry awoke to the sound of rapping on his window. He subconsciously realized, tried to block it out, and rolled his face into his pillow. Then, opening his eyes he saw Hedwig furiously pecking at the glass. He practically flew out of bed attempting to open the window before waking up the Dursleys who had not been very happy with him the past couple of days. While working on his potions homework he had accidentally added bloobersnot at the turquoise phase instead of the emerald accidentally causing a miniature explosion which accidentally caused Harry to burn a hole in the floor which dripped down to the first floor, accidentally burning a hole into Dudley's beloved TV. This caused much commotion, emotional tantrums from Dudley, and eventually causing a "banishing from the household." Harry would happily leave but usually he had nowhere else to go. Luckily he had spent all of yesterday packing for a trip to Hermione's. In fact she would be picking him up in about 4 hours. He let Hedwig in who, after dropping the mail carelessly on the floor and pecking Harry in the head, retired noisily to her cage to sleep. "Ow, Hedwig." He muttered as he picked up the mail. He opened the letter from Ron first. He had written Ron earlier to tell him of the pain in his scar and to ask if anything unusual had happened that night. The letter read- Harry- No, sorry. Dad said as far as he knows nothing unusual happened that night. I suppose you could check the muggle papers when we get to Hermione's though just to be safe. But blimey, that is a little crazy.maybe your sick and it was just a bad headache or a migraine. Who knows, anyways I'll see you at Hermione's soon. By the way, did you hear? Snuffles might visit also! It should be loads of fun. Well I hope those Dursleys don't give you too much trouble. Mum says hi. See you soon! -Ron P.S.- Bloody brilliant what you did to the floor. I heard about your potions, "accident". That'll show those Dursleys!
Harry smiled. It was going to take him a long time to convince Ron that it really had been an accident. O well. He was a little concerned though about Ron's reaction to the pain in his scar, but decided not to think about it. He had been under a lot of stress and maybe it had been just a headache. Bloody painful one if it was.thought Harry. He set Ron's letter aside and reached for the letter from Sirius. Dear Harry- Well that is awfully strange about your scar hurting. I've looked into it but it seems that nothing concerning Voldemort happened that night, but still, be on the watch and be ever cautious. If you haven't already heard I will be meeting you at Hermione's and posing as your Godfather, well not really posing but you know what I mean. I look forward to seeing you. -Sirius Finally, Harry thought, spending actual time with Sirus as his Godfather. He was now if possible even more excited for the visit to Hermione's. All of his things were packed, and he didn't want to risk going downstairs for fear he might awaken the Dursleys. He decided to read Hogwarts, a history-Revised Edition, something he was sure Hermione had already read cover to cover, probably twice. Soon he heard the mumbling of Uncle Vernon and the whines and complaints of Dudley, and he dubbed it a safe time to sneak to the kitchen and grab some toast. Right when he thought he had escaped unnoticed Uncle Vernon caught a glimpse of Harry tip toeing away. "When are these freaks coming to get you." He asked. "In about an hour," Harry replied just as sourly. "Humph." Uncle Vernon snorted, "the sooner the better." He then yelled for Aunt Petunia to bring him some more bacon. Harry took this as a signal that he could leave. In about 45 minutes he dragged his trunk down the stairs along with Hedwig and his beloved Firebolt, but 20 minutes later Hermione still hadn't come, and 20 minutes after that she still wasn't there. "So," snarled Dudley, "Your stupid freaks for friends forgot you did they?" Harry just glared, and finally, the doorbell rang. Dudley cowered away in fear. Harry smiled and answered the door to find Hermione, Ron, and to his great surprise-Sirius. He beamed, grabbed his things, greeted all his friends with pleasant hellos, and with what could be called a goodbye to the Dursleys, he was out the door. "Sorry we were late, Harry," Ron said, "Dad didn't know that Hermione was picking us up in a REAL muggle car. Not just any muggle car but a MINIVAN, whatever that means. He just HAD to check it out. Honestly you'd think he'd get bored of all these cars." Harry decided not to tell him about the muggles all over the world who spent much of their lives collecting different kinds of cars as he stashed belongings in the trunk and took a seat in the back with Hedwig hoping to catch up with his Godfather on the ride away from Privet Drive.