Climbing up the winding staircase I soon grew bored of the silence and
decided to approach conversation with Mr. Creepy guy.
"So" I asked, "What's with the Halloween costume? I mean it's kinda old fashioned, isn't it?"
Instead of replying he decided to ignore me. This pissed me off to no end. I hate being ignored almost as much as I hate being pushed around. An idea forming in my head I tried to imagine the most annoying song I could remember. Then it came to me, when I was younger and living in an orphanage this boy used to sing this song, I think it was called "the song that never ends". Congratulating myself on my brilliant plan I started singing.
"This is the song that never ends Yes it goes on and on my friend Some people started singing it Not knowing what it was And they'll continue singing it Forever just because..."
Mr. Creepy guy never actually said anything until we reached a door at the end of the staircase, but I could see the muscle in his face twitching as I continued each new verse. When the staircase finally finished and we reached the door he opened it to let me in. pulling me aside before I was allowed to walk in he whispered, "Sing that song again I will kill you. You will die a horrible and painful death" Giggling to myself I fixed him with my "Like I could care less" glare and sauntered inside.
Once I was inside I slumped down on a squishy, leather armchair and propped my feet up on a table. Looking around the room I couldn't help but be fascinated. There were so many gadgets and gizmos around that I couldn't take them all in with one glance.
"Ahem", My exploring was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. A man who looked about in his 70's was sitting at the desk in front of me.
"Crap! Were you there before? You scared the shit out of me." I gasped.
The old man chuckled thoughtfully, "Yes well you looked so peaceful I decided to leave you be for a minute" he replied.
Then he introduced himself, "I am Albus Dumbledore. Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." He continued, "I invited you here today to tell you about your life, your life before the orphanage, your family."
Shuddering violently at the thought of the orphanage and the life I had to live I began to get annoyed. "DON'T YOU TRY TO TALK TO ME ABOUT THE ORPHANAGE." I yelled, "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT WAS LIKE THERE. I HAVE SCARS AND BRUISES AS MEMORIES. THAT WASN'T AN ORPHANAGE IT WAS A JAIL." Then my rage turned to sobs, "I have tried so hard to forget what it was like there. I have tried so hard to begin a new life, to start over. Please don't bring those memories back. I don't think I could live knowing I could have had a better life."
Dumbledore stood up silently and walked around the desk and embraced me. He felt warm and loving, like a grandfather would. Losing my cool, calm, devil- could-care demeanor I leant into him and properly cried for the first time in my life.
Awaking in the morning I sat up and looked around. Fear came over me until I looked at what I was laying on. Dumbledore looked at me with an amused twinkle in his blue eyes. "Feeling better?" he asked. "Much" I replied before realizing I was completely out of character. Slipping back into my usual attitude I said, "So tell me what you were going to tell me so I can get back to my life, please" At first I thought he looked a little hurt until the twinkle returned and he got down to business.
"Let me start at the beginning" he said, "I am a wizard. We have a whole society like you non-wizarding people. Like you have criminals we do also, but they are also a lot more dangerous. 16 years ago 2 of the wizarding world's most promising witch and wizard, Lily and James Potter, were murdered by Lord Voldemort. The Potter's secret keeper, Peter Pettigrew, gave away their secret. Sirius Black, the Potter's best friend cornered Pettigrew and before he knew what was happening Pettigrew staged his murder and Sirius got thrown in jail. Now, the main part of this story. While Lily and James were murdered, their one year old son Harry survived and banished Lord Voldemort to a pitiful existence."
"Yeah" I replied, bored out of my brain, "What does this history lesson have to do with me?"
"Well you see, what people don't know is that Harry had a twin sister who also survived. She was taken before Hagrid got to Harry and was sent to an orphanage."
I sighed again and he sensed my distraction. "Her name was Kelly Potter."
I rolled my eyes, "So what? She has the name first name as me."
"When they sent her to the orphanage they changed her last name for safety reasons. They changed it to Kelly Gibson."
My eyes widened in shock as his words were processed. "I-iiii-iiii can't b- b-be" I stuttered before I passed out cold on the floor.
"So" I asked, "What's with the Halloween costume? I mean it's kinda old fashioned, isn't it?"
Instead of replying he decided to ignore me. This pissed me off to no end. I hate being ignored almost as much as I hate being pushed around. An idea forming in my head I tried to imagine the most annoying song I could remember. Then it came to me, when I was younger and living in an orphanage this boy used to sing this song, I think it was called "the song that never ends". Congratulating myself on my brilliant plan I started singing.
"This is the song that never ends Yes it goes on and on my friend Some people started singing it Not knowing what it was And they'll continue singing it Forever just because..."
Mr. Creepy guy never actually said anything until we reached a door at the end of the staircase, but I could see the muscle in his face twitching as I continued each new verse. When the staircase finally finished and we reached the door he opened it to let me in. pulling me aside before I was allowed to walk in he whispered, "Sing that song again I will kill you. You will die a horrible and painful death" Giggling to myself I fixed him with my "Like I could care less" glare and sauntered inside.
Once I was inside I slumped down on a squishy, leather armchair and propped my feet up on a table. Looking around the room I couldn't help but be fascinated. There were so many gadgets and gizmos around that I couldn't take them all in with one glance.
"Ahem", My exploring was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. A man who looked about in his 70's was sitting at the desk in front of me.
"Crap! Were you there before? You scared the shit out of me." I gasped.
The old man chuckled thoughtfully, "Yes well you looked so peaceful I decided to leave you be for a minute" he replied.
Then he introduced himself, "I am Albus Dumbledore. Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." He continued, "I invited you here today to tell you about your life, your life before the orphanage, your family."
Shuddering violently at the thought of the orphanage and the life I had to live I began to get annoyed. "DON'T YOU TRY TO TALK TO ME ABOUT THE ORPHANAGE." I yelled, "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT WAS LIKE THERE. I HAVE SCARS AND BRUISES AS MEMORIES. THAT WASN'T AN ORPHANAGE IT WAS A JAIL." Then my rage turned to sobs, "I have tried so hard to forget what it was like there. I have tried so hard to begin a new life, to start over. Please don't bring those memories back. I don't think I could live knowing I could have had a better life."
Dumbledore stood up silently and walked around the desk and embraced me. He felt warm and loving, like a grandfather would. Losing my cool, calm, devil- could-care demeanor I leant into him and properly cried for the first time in my life.
Awaking in the morning I sat up and looked around. Fear came over me until I looked at what I was laying on. Dumbledore looked at me with an amused twinkle in his blue eyes. "Feeling better?" he asked. "Much" I replied before realizing I was completely out of character. Slipping back into my usual attitude I said, "So tell me what you were going to tell me so I can get back to my life, please" At first I thought he looked a little hurt until the twinkle returned and he got down to business.
"Let me start at the beginning" he said, "I am a wizard. We have a whole society like you non-wizarding people. Like you have criminals we do also, but they are also a lot more dangerous. 16 years ago 2 of the wizarding world's most promising witch and wizard, Lily and James Potter, were murdered by Lord Voldemort. The Potter's secret keeper, Peter Pettigrew, gave away their secret. Sirius Black, the Potter's best friend cornered Pettigrew and before he knew what was happening Pettigrew staged his murder and Sirius got thrown in jail. Now, the main part of this story. While Lily and James were murdered, their one year old son Harry survived and banished Lord Voldemort to a pitiful existence."
"Yeah" I replied, bored out of my brain, "What does this history lesson have to do with me?"
"Well you see, what people don't know is that Harry had a twin sister who also survived. She was taken before Hagrid got to Harry and was sent to an orphanage."
I sighed again and he sensed my distraction. "Her name was Kelly Potter."
I rolled my eyes, "So what? She has the name first name as me."
"When they sent her to the orphanage they changed her last name for safety reasons. They changed it to Kelly Gibson."
My eyes widened in shock as his words were processed. "I-iiii-iiii can't b- b-be" I stuttered before I passed out cold on the floor.
