A/N: Hello out there! :::sweatdrops::: ok that was stupid. :::sighs::: Well here's the second chapter of my oh-so-hated story. Why, you ask? :::looks at everyone accusingly::: Because no one reviews! How am I supposed to know what you like and dislike of the story? I don't know what you think of the fic.
As for the rest of you people who do review, you may read the story with a clean conscious and a nice cookie! :::gives cookies to everyone::: Now on with the story. . .
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned, created, and published by the lovely J.K.Rowling!
Reality
Chapter 2: Accepting the Truth
Hermione_Harry
Both of the girls were breathless. They stared at the owl with bulged eyes. The bird flapped its wings and landed on Joanne's shoulder. Joanne seemed scared and excited at the same time. Then she realized something.
"Lindsey, oh my god! This is just like Harry Potter!"
"No, it's not like Harry Potter, it is Harry Potter!" said Lindsey.
"Why do you say that?" asked Joanne.
"Because he has a letter," replied Lindsey.
"It does? . . .Well what are you waiting for? Check it out!"
Lindsey approached the owl cautiously and reached for the owl with care. At last she reached it. Lindsey looked at the front of the heavy yellowish envelope. It had fancy emerald-green lettering, which said:
Ms. Joanne Maton
14 Roadside Drive
Room #164
Ramada Inn
Lindsey looked at it with awe. She turned it over and saw the Hogwarts crest (a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H.). With a trembling hand, she gave the letter to Joanne. Joanne received it without looking at her best friend.
She read the front of the letter several times and then turned it over. There it was. The Hogwarts crest. Joanne stared at it and looked at Lindsey with awe.
Lindsey nodded her head as if urging her to open it. Joanne opened it cautiously, taking out the same piece of parchment. There was more green lettering that said:
Dear Ms. Maton,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogawarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
Joanne got a smile across her face. She looked at the rest of the pages.
"Lindsey, do you think this is real?"
"I don't know. What do you think?"
"I think its real. Something tells me it is." replied Joanne.
By the time Joanne looked at her shoulder, the owl was gone.
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At six P.M. that night, Joanne's parents arrived alone. They went into their room to change clothes. When they were comfortably dressed, both of them came out and watched T.V.
Joanne and Lindsey took this as an opportunity to tell them the news. They approached them slowly.
"Mom, dad, this came to me today" said Joanne.
She handed them the envelope and stood patiently waiting. Her parents opened the envelope and read the first page. A few seconds later, they looked up at their daughter and continued reading the rest of the pages.
Joanne stood nervously. What would happen if her parents took this as a joke? Finally they finished.
"Who brought this to you?" asked her father.
"An owl" replied Joanne.
"An owl" he repeated.
"Honey," said her mother, "do you expect us to-" she was interrupted by another owl coming through the window.
It landed on Mrs. Maton's lap and took out its leg so she can untie the envelope. Mrs. Maton was frozen stiff, so Joanne untied it.
It was addressed to her parents. How strange. . . She gave it to them and they opened it and read:
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Maton,
Your daughter is indeed a witch, don't deny that. Here at Hogwart's, we can give her the education she needs. Even thought she is starting in her seventh year, she will be tested on her knowledge on witchcraft. Please don't take this opportunity away from her.
Yours Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin First class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwamp, Internation Confederation of Wizards.)
Her parents looked up at her and sat there; taking it all in. Finally her mom spoke.
"So, this is not a joke."
Joanne and Lindsey shook their heads.
"This is just like in the movie of Harry Potter." said her father.
"Yeah," replied Lindsey.
"We have a with in the family," said her mother more half-disappointedly .
"With all those strange things that happened when you were a child, no wonder." said her father.
"What strange things?" asked Joanne.
"Well, when you were three, we got you a one-of-a-kind porcelain owl. You really loved it, because it had real emerald eyes and had real gold and silver around it. Truly beautiful. So one day, your mom was wiping it clean, when you bumped into her with you toy car. The owl fell and smashed into a million pieces." said Joanne's father, looking at her daughter.
"Dad, whats so strange about an owl falling on the floor?" asked Joanne.
"I'm getting there, I'm getting there," he paused again, then continued, "You started crying a lot when you saw what happened. Your mom tried gluing it back together; but it was impossible. You didn't stop crying until you fell asleep. The next morning, you woke up extremely early and told me to come with you to the living room. When we got there, your owl was back to normal. Not a scratch was on it. If anything, it looked even more prettier than before.
For a minute of two both the girl were in shock. Joanne was the first to talk.
"Dad, why did you buy a porcelain owl?"
"Oh, I didn't buy it," he said, " Your grandfather gave it to you. He was a real Owl lover. Had everything related to owls. Really loved them."
"The one that's still alive?"
"Yep"
"Wow"
"Anyway, I want to ask you a question," said her father.
"Yeah?"
"Do you really want to go to this school?" asked her father.
"Yeah I really do," replied Joanne.
"Ok then. You can go."
"Yes!" said Joanne while punching in the air.
"Where do we get your…er…supplies?" asked her mother.
"Oh, it says in the letter that we have to go to Diagone Alley." said Lindsey.
"Ok. We'll go there tomorrow." replied her dad.
"Um, Mr.Maton? Do you know where my parents are?" asked Lindsey.
"They stayed with your aunts and uncles." said Mrs.Maton.
"Oh,"
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Both of the girls woke up next morning bright and early. They dressed quickly and decided to wake up Joanne's parents. Her parents were groggy and in a very bad attitude.
So they waited until 10 a.m. when they finally woke up of their own free will. They dressed and left a note telling Lindsey's parents, that they went to the mall.
"So where's this place again?" asked her father.
"In London, Dad" replied Joanne.
All of them were walking down London road. Joanne and the others were hunting down the Leaky Cauldron. In the letter it said to look around for it.
"Joanne, its not here," said her father.
"It has to," replied Joanne.
"Well its not," he said.
"Dad, please…"pleaded Joanne.
"Fine, fine"
They kept on looking for the Leaky Cauldron. Finally loosing hope, they decided to go home. Joanne took one last look at London road, when something caught her eye. She walked closer to it, and saw that it was the Leaky Cauldron.
"Mom, dad! I found it!" yelled Joanne over the crown of people.
Her mom and dad turned around and started walking towards her. Lindsey ran up to Joanne to see the Cauldron.
When they reached her, her father said, "So, where is it?"
"Here!" said Joanne excitedly pointing at the Leaky Cauldron.
"Honey are you okay?" There's nothing there" said her mom.
Joanne then remembered something and took out her acceptance letter. Reading it hastily, she found what she was looking for.
"I remembered when I read the book. Here it is 'A witch or wizard or whatever magical, are the only ones who can see the Leaky Cauldron. Muggles (or non magic folk) have to be assisted inside the Cauldron. You ask the bartender for help.'" read Joanne from the parchment and continued on her own "Since you guys are muggles , you can't see it. Now come on. Let me help you in."
A/N: Hey all! I know that not many of you are reading my story…and I accept that. Its just that I want SOMEONE to at least read my story. *sobs* I dedicate my life to writing stories and you all are not reading?! *gasps* I feel so used….