The airport terminal was noisy and crowded, as all airports are, and the
noise was making Elizabeth incredibly confused and disorientated. She
scanned the crowd looking for a familiar face, fighting back the tears that
stung here eyes. She'd rather die before she admitted how scared she was,
but her hands were visibly shaking as she gripped her passport and
immigration papers tightly. It's not a pleasant thing for a ten-year-old
girl to be in a foreign country, far away from everything familiar. To be
by herself made it even worse.
A smiling old lady spotted her and quickly began pushing her way through the crowd to get to her. "Hello Elizabeth, do you remember me?" The lady asked smiling kindly. All Elizabeth could do was nod. "What say we get away from all this noise and go home?" Once again Elizabeth nodded, although this time much more enthusiastically. The lady smiled at the girl. Sympathy shone in her eyes as she took Elizabeth by the hand and led her to a bank of elevators at the far end of the terminal.
They entered the nearest elevator silently, and began to climb to the top floor. The old lady pulled a green stone from her handbag and showed it to the girl. "What's that Aunt Arabella?" She asked curiously.
"This Love, is a portkey when you touch it will take us to my house in Kent. Alright quickly now, touch it, just a finger will do." Elizabeth's hand slowly crept towards the portkey and as soon as she touched it, they vanished. Harry Potter's emerald green eyes desperately searched for a deserted spot to apparate from. His eyes darted back and forth before landing on a completely unexpected sight. His old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Arabella Figg was standing talking to the girl from the plane. She was smiling kindly, trying not to look too sorry for the girl, taking her by the hand and leading her to a bank of elevators.
Two things struck Harry at that moment. The first was apparating from an empty elevator was a very good idea, and the second was that now that he was looking closely he saw that the two people he was watching had to be related. They had features that were very similar to each other, their noses, and their builds.
Harry's mind was too mixed up to start unraveling this new mystery now. He ran his hand through his hair making it even messier than normal and made his way to the elevators so he could apparate and go home to his family.
Elizabeth looked up from the floor a bit dazed. That was the strangest thing she'd ever gone through! She had felt a sharp tug from her bellybutton, and then she felt like she was zooming through the air, and then she'd landed on the floor.
Aunt Arabella was bustling around talking to her. "I almost didn't recognize you, you grown so much since I last saw you. So tall, you'll be shooting up like a beanstalk if you don't stop soon!" She joked.
"Aunt Arabella how did you know it was me then?" Elizabeth asked timidly. "You were the only one who looked like a lost fart in a perfume factory." She answered putting the child at ease immediately. Elizabeth laughed, she knew she was going to like being with her great, great aunt if nothing else while she was here.
"Come Love, let's take a tour of the house, you can choose which bedroom you'd like." And together they walked hand in hand through the house. Aunt Arabella gave a running commentary about who did what in which room and Elizabeth chose the bedroom that'd be her home for at least the next eighteen years. To her aunt's surprise, Elizabeth Rivers decided she was going to live in the attic.
The gentle summer breeze wafted through the open windows in Elizabeth's bedroom lifting her from her dreams. Slowly she rolled over and blinked her eyes trying to remember where she was.
The room had changed completely from when she arrived, Aunt Arabella had helped her decorate it and together they had transformed it into her dream room. The roof was plastered with every star constellation in the southern hemisphere and Aunt Ari had charmed them to change with the seasons like real stars. They had painted the walls a very pale yellow and scrubbed all the windows, but the best had been when the crate from South Africa had arrived with all her things from home.
Elizabeth had set-up all her muggle toys and possessions to her liking and in the end it was quite transformed, although how long it would stay clean was unknown as Elizabeth was notoriously messy.
Quickly Elizabeth jumped out of bed, dressed, and ruthlessly yanked her hair into a messy ponytail. Rushing to one of the windows she peered out into the early morning, the dew sparkled on the grass and the sun glinted of the sea below her. She breathed deeply and smiled before she turned to creep down the stairs.
Elizabeth silently closed the backdoor behind her before running across the lawn to the great big barn she'd been dying to get into since she saw it four days ago.
She hadn't been idle since her arrival. She'd thoroughly explored the countryside and most of the nearby village as well. The explorations had revealed that the long dirt road that ran past the cottage had seven other houses on it. Two of them were empty and quite obviously summer houses, one had a very grumpy old man living in it who didn't like nosey little girls too much, three had rather nice elderly couples in them who, like most old people loved to shove stale biscuits down your throat and follow that up with near sour milk in tea. The last house was the one Elizabeth liked the most besides the one she lived in. It had a rather large family living in it; there were four children, a mother and a father and all of them looked very much alike. They laughed a lot and that's what Elizabeth liked.
Pushing open the barn door she peered round it into the gloomy building. A terrible musty smell assailed her nose; it smelt like something was very wet and very old was lying in there somewhere. Elizabeth's eyes slowly adjusted to the dark and then widened in wonder. All around her were the memorabilia that her family had accumulated over the years. An old rocking horse stood forlornly to one side, chest upon chest, upon chest were piled on top of one another against one wall, papers were scattered everywhere, and everything was covered thickly in dust. It was a nosey-parker's dream!
Elizabeth quickly set to work delving into the nearest chest to see what she could find. The morning flew past as she dug up her family secrets, finding things that belonged to people who had long ago died. She found an old BB Gun along with a box of lead pellets, Elizabeth smiled at the thought of shooting jam tins of the cliff into the sea, a really cool old hat with feathers coming out the back, hoards of clothes from each era dating back from the late 1900's, and lots of scrapbooks and photo albums. But the best find was the old tennis and badminton rackets. Elizabeth smiled looking down at them, if there was one sport she was good at it was those two. She'd definitely have fun with those!
A smiling old lady spotted her and quickly began pushing her way through the crowd to get to her. "Hello Elizabeth, do you remember me?" The lady asked smiling kindly. All Elizabeth could do was nod. "What say we get away from all this noise and go home?" Once again Elizabeth nodded, although this time much more enthusiastically. The lady smiled at the girl. Sympathy shone in her eyes as she took Elizabeth by the hand and led her to a bank of elevators at the far end of the terminal.
They entered the nearest elevator silently, and began to climb to the top floor. The old lady pulled a green stone from her handbag and showed it to the girl. "What's that Aunt Arabella?" She asked curiously.
"This Love, is a portkey when you touch it will take us to my house in Kent. Alright quickly now, touch it, just a finger will do." Elizabeth's hand slowly crept towards the portkey and as soon as she touched it, they vanished. Harry Potter's emerald green eyes desperately searched for a deserted spot to apparate from. His eyes darted back and forth before landing on a completely unexpected sight. His old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Arabella Figg was standing talking to the girl from the plane. She was smiling kindly, trying not to look too sorry for the girl, taking her by the hand and leading her to a bank of elevators.
Two things struck Harry at that moment. The first was apparating from an empty elevator was a very good idea, and the second was that now that he was looking closely he saw that the two people he was watching had to be related. They had features that were very similar to each other, their noses, and their builds.
Harry's mind was too mixed up to start unraveling this new mystery now. He ran his hand through his hair making it even messier than normal and made his way to the elevators so he could apparate and go home to his family.
Elizabeth looked up from the floor a bit dazed. That was the strangest thing she'd ever gone through! She had felt a sharp tug from her bellybutton, and then she felt like she was zooming through the air, and then she'd landed on the floor.
Aunt Arabella was bustling around talking to her. "I almost didn't recognize you, you grown so much since I last saw you. So tall, you'll be shooting up like a beanstalk if you don't stop soon!" She joked.
"Aunt Arabella how did you know it was me then?" Elizabeth asked timidly. "You were the only one who looked like a lost fart in a perfume factory." She answered putting the child at ease immediately. Elizabeth laughed, she knew she was going to like being with her great, great aunt if nothing else while she was here.
"Come Love, let's take a tour of the house, you can choose which bedroom you'd like." And together they walked hand in hand through the house. Aunt Arabella gave a running commentary about who did what in which room and Elizabeth chose the bedroom that'd be her home for at least the next eighteen years. To her aunt's surprise, Elizabeth Rivers decided she was going to live in the attic.
The gentle summer breeze wafted through the open windows in Elizabeth's bedroom lifting her from her dreams. Slowly she rolled over and blinked her eyes trying to remember where she was.
The room had changed completely from when she arrived, Aunt Arabella had helped her decorate it and together they had transformed it into her dream room. The roof was plastered with every star constellation in the southern hemisphere and Aunt Ari had charmed them to change with the seasons like real stars. They had painted the walls a very pale yellow and scrubbed all the windows, but the best had been when the crate from South Africa had arrived with all her things from home.
Elizabeth had set-up all her muggle toys and possessions to her liking and in the end it was quite transformed, although how long it would stay clean was unknown as Elizabeth was notoriously messy.
Quickly Elizabeth jumped out of bed, dressed, and ruthlessly yanked her hair into a messy ponytail. Rushing to one of the windows she peered out into the early morning, the dew sparkled on the grass and the sun glinted of the sea below her. She breathed deeply and smiled before she turned to creep down the stairs.
Elizabeth silently closed the backdoor behind her before running across the lawn to the great big barn she'd been dying to get into since she saw it four days ago.
She hadn't been idle since her arrival. She'd thoroughly explored the countryside and most of the nearby village as well. The explorations had revealed that the long dirt road that ran past the cottage had seven other houses on it. Two of them were empty and quite obviously summer houses, one had a very grumpy old man living in it who didn't like nosey little girls too much, three had rather nice elderly couples in them who, like most old people loved to shove stale biscuits down your throat and follow that up with near sour milk in tea. The last house was the one Elizabeth liked the most besides the one she lived in. It had a rather large family living in it; there were four children, a mother and a father and all of them looked very much alike. They laughed a lot and that's what Elizabeth liked.
Pushing open the barn door she peered round it into the gloomy building. A terrible musty smell assailed her nose; it smelt like something was very wet and very old was lying in there somewhere. Elizabeth's eyes slowly adjusted to the dark and then widened in wonder. All around her were the memorabilia that her family had accumulated over the years. An old rocking horse stood forlornly to one side, chest upon chest, upon chest were piled on top of one another against one wall, papers were scattered everywhere, and everything was covered thickly in dust. It was a nosey-parker's dream!
Elizabeth quickly set to work delving into the nearest chest to see what she could find. The morning flew past as she dug up her family secrets, finding things that belonged to people who had long ago died. She found an old BB Gun along with a box of lead pellets, Elizabeth smiled at the thought of shooting jam tins of the cliff into the sea, a really cool old hat with feathers coming out the back, hoards of clothes from each era dating back from the late 1900's, and lots of scrapbooks and photo albums. But the best find was the old tennis and badminton rackets. Elizabeth smiled looking down at them, if there was one sport she was good at it was those two. She'd definitely have fun with those!