All For the Best

Chapter 2

         "Harry, sit down.  I have to tell you something," said Elliot, pulling up a chair next to him.

         "Er, alright.  What do you have to tell me?"  Harry was extremely interested in whatever Elliot had to tell him.  Nobody ever had anything important to say to him before.

         "Well, actually, I'm not quite sure what I'm going to tell you just yet.  I'm supposed to keep my eye on you, though, for the summer anyway."

         "Why?  I can look after myself."

         "Well, it has to do with my school… you might get a chance to go there."

         "Are you serious?" 

         "Yes.  But Harry, my school isn't what you would call your ordinary boarding school.  It is for very… special people."

         "What do you mean special?  Like… gifted?"

         "Yes and no.  If you get accepted, you'll probably think it's a joke like I did."

         "Why?  So I'm special.  I can believe that.  But what exactly is different about this school?"

         "I can't tell you everything, Harry, in case you aren't accepted.  But if you're accepted, don't show your letter to anyone!  Not even the caretakers."

         "But why?"

         "They don't know about these… special people.  And-" but Harry cut him off.

         "What is so different about these special people?  Just tell me!"

         "I can't.  You'll understand soon enough."

         "Please, just a hint?"
         "Well… remember last summer, before I left, when little Mark stole your lunch?"

         "Yes…"

         "What happened after he stole it?"

         "It blew up in his face.  But-"

         "Exactly.  Making things happen when you're scared or angry is all part of our special qualities.  The headmaster at my school wants me to keep an eye on you, and I'll explain why if you get a letter."

         "What if I don't get one?"

         "Trust me Harry, you will.  You should get it around the same time I get my booklist.  Then the week before school starts, you can come to London with me to buy your school supplies."

         "But Elliot, I have not money!"

         "You will, Harry.  Trust me, you will."

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A/N:  Yes, short.  Very short.  This chapter wasn't much of a chapter, just their conversation that night.  I might write the next one tonight.  The next couple chapters should be at least twice as long.  I won't say anymore for now.  Read and review!  Constructive criticism is encouraged!