Hello, I Decided to continue but only because several of my friends would have killed me if I didn't. I showed one of my friends I printed it out, and she's like where's chapter two? I told her I hadn't written it yet and she about died. Dude!! So, either way Here's chapter two! ~Jess~
Chapter Two
Wow.
I wish I had ten more eyes to see with, oh and a pair of wings to fly. There were far more people than I was used to being around. Crowds and crowds of the most unusual sort. Robes of so many colors I've never laid eyes on, the scrubbiest and the highest class. Just wow. Defienatly at least ten more eyes though, I was seeing the shops (that I wasn't supposed to be seeing) of Diagon Alley for the first time. I saw the shops that had supplied my school shops for a long time, and it was amazing. I was drawn first to a store that sold clothes… Madame Malkins something, I am a girl after all clothes are cool. Even if it involves uniforms… if I had to wear a uniform it was to be the best!! An Emporium of owls… I saw a bat hanging from a pole outside it, the display was surrounded by an awed group of young kids, who all at once turned and ran to find their moms… they wanted one!! A cauldron shop, with silver, pewter and gold, down to itty bitty little purple cauldrons that were toys for the little ones. Then I had to stop dead in my tracks as I reached around a bend and saw a humongous marble building… Grin—Gringotts. The Bank. The bank… I wonder where all my money came from? That had been something I never considered. Then, past Gringotts, a book store!
Whoa, that book store!! What's the name? Flourish and Blotts. Very nice, very nice store. I was walking in, and a group of kids that looked almost my age, perhaps a year younger walked out. One with bright red hair, a younger girl with the same hair, A brown haired girl who was strikingly pretty (a/n I refuse to believe she is an ugly bookworm!! Lol… here we go) and… a boy with my eyes. It didn't click right away. I kept walking, briefly catching the brown haired girls eyes. Surprise lit in her eyes. I just kept walking, it's not like I hadn't been stared at that day, I hadn't been looked at this much my entire life!
First thing that caught my eye in the store was a silver book, with a blue lining. It was pretty… small with intricate details in every silver inch. Vines and flowers in the blue…. With swirls in the silver. What was it about? Another one, Black with green. The color of my eyes. Damn, the eyes I'd seen on the boy! The same eyes I see in the mirror every morning. The black of my hair. Realization hits me just as a wave of nausea comes over me. Not cool, I stand up straight, from my spot crouched on the floor in the musty room of books. I sniffed, the smell of the book store, the smell I love more than Mrs.Figg's cherry pie didn't even clear my head. I needed…fresh air.
I rush to the door, not noticing the stares I continued receiving. I open the door, with the colorful stained windows with Flourish and Blotts in it, to run right into the brown eyes, brown haired girl. The one with the boy. But there was no boy. Just her.
" Sorry!! Oh, I am so sorry!" The girl apologized quickly. My head shoots up. I turn and bolt to the nearest bush… they stare. Everyone. The too many people, that I want to fly over. I hear the girl follow me. Why though? Why is she following me? I get to the… bush… right in time…. To throw up.
*
With long black hair, and Harry's eyes. I noted the fact that I had just seen my best friends eyes on someone else's eyes, and his color hair… weird. I saw her, she saw him, and Harry had seen her too. Ron would have but he was talking to Ginny, and well apparently to us, but we were a little distracted. I'm Hermione. We're going into fifth year this year… wow. That's crazy. I'm still baffled by the fact how many people were in Diagon Alley. With Voldemort back…. how could they be so calm? Why are we here? Why is Harry here? But we have to be. There's no other choice. We have to face it, he's back and we can't let him take over our lives. Not like that. We we're going to school, we were going on with our lives.
But back to this girl, with the eyes and the hair. I had gone back to look at her again, talk to her perhaps , and we ran right into each other outside the book store. When she ran off to the bushes, I followed her.
" Are you… are you ok?" When she had—err--- finished. She spit. Ew.
" Sure." Nice girl. People skills? Must have skipped that class.
I tried again. " But, are you Ok, ok besides the throwing up thing?"
" What, are you psychic or something?"
" No, I just saw the look on your face… and never mind." I turned to go, this was a mistake there's no way that could be anyone related to— but the girl grabbed my arm.
" What's your name?" She asked. Her voice, when not being sarcastic, or just over throwing up is nice. It's attitude driven, but nice.
" Hermione. Hermione Granger." I held out my hand. " You?"
" Va—Alex Smith." She took my hand. And we shook.
*
I talked to the girl.
No I talked to Hermione Granger. The girl with the boy, with my eyes. She's nice, we walked… down the rest of the alley, I'm lucky I caught the conversation…. The stores… the narrow walkway. It was all so… awing. I've been a witch my entire life, but the wizarding world is yet to be explored. I don't know why she came to talk to me yet, but she's giving me a "tour". Even though I've already seen it… But oh well It looks as good the second time, and I was going to walk back anyway!
" So, are you new?" I snapped to attention, the question I knew would come, which ones would follow?
" Yes, sort of. Well yes. " I answered.
" Where you from?"
" Salem Witches Academy." I bore that one proudly, if I couldn't say my name, I could state my education. The girls' jaw dropped.
" Whoa! That's pretty amazing, what's it like there?"
I smiled. I like that question. Boast about my—old school. I jumped into my explanation and prided myself in my details… the old hall, the hidden in the woods quidditch pitch, the muggle wards and everything. I ran through it so fast, that I was done in five minutes… we had walked practically back to The Leaky Cauldron, I wasn't ready to go yet. We sat at the ice cream shop and talked some more. Books, and stuff like that. The gir—Hermione was just like me. Overachiever and proud of it. She was going into fifth year, so she's only a year under me. She, however had to excuse herself, to find her friends. Who she added were most likely in the quidditch store! We had finished our ice cream, and I stood up.
I did the girl thing, gave her a quick hug saying nice to meet you.
" Maybe I'll see you around, if not, the 1st on the train!"
" Sure thing, Nice to meet you."
" You too."
I didn't really want to yet, but I went back to the Leak Cauldron, I has spent over two hours in there without even realizing it, what if Mrs.Figg's "errand" hadn't taken that long? I crossed my fingers hoping she hadn't come back yet. I said a hello to Tom, and hurried up to my room. I opened the door, only for the second time today to run right into somebody. However it wasn't Hermione, it was Mrs.Figg.
" So there you are."
*
Mrs.Figg was NOT happy.
Well duh, but still. She started… something worse than yelling.. Speaking softly, almost a whisper. A deadly silent tone that when lectured by, she makes me wish she would have screamed.
" You went…. To Diagon Alley." It was a statement, more than a question… she was stating as though she still didn't believe it.
I hesitated, " Yes… But I-"
" Don't. Don't tell me why. I don't want to hear it. I had good reasons—"
"Then tell me!!" I yelled, Twelve years of repression, (except that one day in the summer) Twelve years of no answers burst into that yell. I wanted answers, why at 16 was I not allowed to walk around an alley surrounded by older wizards. Why must I lie about my real name, what happened to my little brother…!! " What reasons, am I not allowed out for. Tell me." I matched my desperate, icy voice to hers. " Why."
I stared her straight in the eye. I really did want to find out why I don't remember ever getting any answers to the questions I knew I asked. And something in her gray eyes flickered. Defeat? Yes, it was defeat. But then she turned quickly and just walked out!
I went to follow her but she spun around timber-wolf hair flying, and held out her hand.
" Stop." With her voice firm, but gentle, she said for one more time. " Stay here." And she turned and left the room.
The defeat in her eyes… would I finally be getting my answers? For once, those words registered in my head.