(AN: Many thanks to my reviewer! I greatly appreciate it! There's going to
be things happening in both the Wizarding World and in Middle Earth. Don't
forget about the portal traveling elf.she's important!)
Disclaimer: I own nothing! My characters are the extended Dolan family, the Americans found in this chapter, and everything about Hound's Hollow. I'm just a broke college student who writes for fun and to pass time between classes. I only own my Pointe Shoes.
The next day, the two wizards woke up late. They had spent most of the night with each of their respective parents. They had a lot of catching up to do. Harry and Cora met on their way down to breakfast.
"Did yours?," Harry began, posing the question that had been playing on his mind.
"Yup, I'm still in shock," Cora said.
"What happened?" Glendon asked, joining the group on the stairs.
"Uncle Patrick brought our parents back from the dead," Cora told her cousin.
"He said he was going to ask the elves to try," Glendon, wisely, said.
"You knew?" Cora asked.
"Yup, for a couple of weeks now," he replied.
Cora jokingly punched her freckled faced cousin on his arm.
"And you didn't tell me. You're a dirt bag," she said to him.
Harry laughed and thought, "I wonder what's going to happen today."
Harry did not have to wait long to find out. When they had reached the dining room, Harry and Cora were informed that guests were coming over tonight.
"Cora, you are to spend the day showing Harry around town," said a severe looking woman.
"But Grams, I wanted to spend the day with my mom and dad and Glendon and meet Harry's parents," Cora protested.
"You may not," the old woman said.
"But why," Cora asked, sounding slightly whiny.
She knew Harry must be feeling the same way.
"Because I said so. Now get going," the old woman said, lifting the dishes off the breakfast table.
Cora looked to Glendon, hoping to get some support from her long time best friend. Glendon just shrugged apologetically.
"So, where are we going?" asked Harry.
Cora thought for a moment and replied, "I'll take you to Ministry House. There are some really cool people there."
Harry nodded and followed Cora around to the front of the house. The two cousins went down the walk and went out the front gate. They walked halfway down the block, stopping in front of another large, old looking house.
"This is Ministry House," Cora told Harry.
"Why's it called Ministry House?" Harry asked.
"Well, it's a little weird but the people who live in this house are here because of their affiliation with the American Ministry of Magic. Each of the people who live here have lost someone due to You-Know-Who. Then again, everyone here has lost someone to You-Know-Who," Cora said, adding the last part off handedly.
"Really?" said Harry amazed.
"Yes really. That's why You-Know-Who has never tried to attack this town. Well that and the fact he can't find us," Cora replied.
Harry was taken aback by this statement. He knew that, somehow, the Dursley's home was protected by magic but an entire town amazed him. He suddenly felt safe in this little town.
"Hey, Cora's here!" called the figure that had just come out of the house.
Cora waved as three more figures poured out into the front yard.
Harry had once heard his Uncle Vernon use the phrase "standard issue American" when referring to an American born drill maker. He didn't understand what that phrase had meant, then, but, now he did. The four wizards, two older girls, a younger girl, and an older looking boy, definitely looked American. One of the older girls had long, straight brown/black hair, bluish wire rimmed glasses over dark brown eyes, and was wearing khaki colored shorts and a blue, hooded t-shirt. The other girl had jaw length brown hair, hazel eyes, and had jean shorts and a purple tank top on. The younger looking girl had black hair and eyes and was wearing a jean dress and sandals. The older looking boy had black, spiky hair, brown eyes, and had long shorts and a white tank top on.
"Come on," Cora urged, as she opened the front gate.
Harry followed Cora into the vast front yard.
"Wanna play," asked the short haired girl.
She and the boy were sitting astride broomsticks with beater clubs in their hands.
"Not today, Meg, maybe later," Cora replied.
The girl nodded and took off for the sky with the boy in tow.
"That's Meghan O'Shea. Her sister is over there. Her name is Ashley," Cora explained pointing to the long haired girl.
Ashley was sitting underneath a huge tree, playing a game of wizard's chess with the little girl.
"Who are the other two?" Harry asked, curiously.
He had never, really, seen American wizards before.
"Oh, that's Danny Callaghan. He's got a huge crush on Ashley but she's really shy and I don't think she likes him that way anyway. The little girl is Christine Troy, she just turned 11," Cora replied.
Just as Cora said that, a large owl landed in the yard and dropped a letter in Christine's lap.
"What did you get?" asked Daniel, coming down from the air.
The little girl turned the letter over to take a look at the sender and squealed, happily.
"Auntie Alice....Auntie Alice! It came....my letter came!" she called running toward the house.
"What came?" Cora asked.
"Her Hogwarts letter. It's all she's talked about since her birthday," Daniel replied.
"They're going to let her go?" Meghan questioned.
Harry looked confused and Cora explained, "These guys go to an American Ministry run school."
Harry nodded his understanding.
Ashley shrugged and told her sister," I'm not sure yet."
"She'll be going to Hogwarts, just like the rest of you will be next year," said one of the three women that came out of the house.
"We will?" Ashley questioned, her sock undercutting her shyness.
"Of course you will. I don't think your school is safe anymore," said one of the women.
The four Americans looked at each other and began to cheer.
"Oh, hello Cora," said one of the women.
"Hi, Mrs. O'Shea," Cora said to the woman.
She had grayish hair with streaks of light brown in it and hazel eyes. She was smiling warmly at all the young wizards assembled in her front yard.
"Who's your friend?" asked another one of the women.
This woman had curly black hair that was white in places and dark eyes. She was laughing at the wizards, dancing around in the yard.
"Is he new here?" asked the final woman.
This woman looked younger than the other two. She had straight dark hair and bore a striking resemblance to Christine.
"This is Harry Potter, my cousin," Cora said, once the cheering died down.
While all the other wizards stood speechless, little Christine exclaimed, "Way cool!"
After all the customary introductions, Mrs. O'Shea said, "I hate to leave all of you out here but I think I hear my owl calling."
The other two witches, Daniel's mother and Christine's Aunt, went with her. Ashley cleared up her wizard's chess set and invited everyone to sit under the tree, in the shade.
"What years are you guys going into?" asked Harry.
"Years?" Daniel asked, confused.
"Well, first years are 11, second years are 12, and so on," Harry said.
The four Americans thought for a minute, trying to figure out each of there years.
"I'm a first year," Christine said, proudly.
"Judging by that, then Danny and I would be sixth years and Meghan would be a fourth year," Ashley replied, talking down to the ground.
"If I were going to Hogwarts," Cora started, "I'd be a fifth year."
"You're not going," Daniel said, sadly.
"That's not what I heard," Meghan began.
"What did you hear?" Cora asked, curiously.
"I heard that your uncle finally convinced your Grams to let you and Glendon go to Hogwarts," Meghan replied.
"Where did you hear that, Meghan?" Cora asked the American.
"I'll never tell," Meghan replied, looking up at the sky.
(AN: The character of Meghan is dedicated to my little sister of the same name. A pain in my rear end she may be but she's still my sister. The character of Daniel is dedicated to my best friend in the entire world, Danny. We've been friends since we were in preschool. Please, read and review using that wondrous little button down there.)
Disclaimer: I own nothing! My characters are the extended Dolan family, the Americans found in this chapter, and everything about Hound's Hollow. I'm just a broke college student who writes for fun and to pass time between classes. I only own my Pointe Shoes.
The next day, the two wizards woke up late. They had spent most of the night with each of their respective parents. They had a lot of catching up to do. Harry and Cora met on their way down to breakfast.
"Did yours?," Harry began, posing the question that had been playing on his mind.
"Yup, I'm still in shock," Cora said.
"What happened?" Glendon asked, joining the group on the stairs.
"Uncle Patrick brought our parents back from the dead," Cora told her cousin.
"He said he was going to ask the elves to try," Glendon, wisely, said.
"You knew?" Cora asked.
"Yup, for a couple of weeks now," he replied.
Cora jokingly punched her freckled faced cousin on his arm.
"And you didn't tell me. You're a dirt bag," she said to him.
Harry laughed and thought, "I wonder what's going to happen today."
Harry did not have to wait long to find out. When they had reached the dining room, Harry and Cora were informed that guests were coming over tonight.
"Cora, you are to spend the day showing Harry around town," said a severe looking woman.
"But Grams, I wanted to spend the day with my mom and dad and Glendon and meet Harry's parents," Cora protested.
"You may not," the old woman said.
"But why," Cora asked, sounding slightly whiny.
She knew Harry must be feeling the same way.
"Because I said so. Now get going," the old woman said, lifting the dishes off the breakfast table.
Cora looked to Glendon, hoping to get some support from her long time best friend. Glendon just shrugged apologetically.
"So, where are we going?" asked Harry.
Cora thought for a moment and replied, "I'll take you to Ministry House. There are some really cool people there."
Harry nodded and followed Cora around to the front of the house. The two cousins went down the walk and went out the front gate. They walked halfway down the block, stopping in front of another large, old looking house.
"This is Ministry House," Cora told Harry.
"Why's it called Ministry House?" Harry asked.
"Well, it's a little weird but the people who live in this house are here because of their affiliation with the American Ministry of Magic. Each of the people who live here have lost someone due to You-Know-Who. Then again, everyone here has lost someone to You-Know-Who," Cora said, adding the last part off handedly.
"Really?" said Harry amazed.
"Yes really. That's why You-Know-Who has never tried to attack this town. Well that and the fact he can't find us," Cora replied.
Harry was taken aback by this statement. He knew that, somehow, the Dursley's home was protected by magic but an entire town amazed him. He suddenly felt safe in this little town.
"Hey, Cora's here!" called the figure that had just come out of the house.
Cora waved as three more figures poured out into the front yard.
Harry had once heard his Uncle Vernon use the phrase "standard issue American" when referring to an American born drill maker. He didn't understand what that phrase had meant, then, but, now he did. The four wizards, two older girls, a younger girl, and an older looking boy, definitely looked American. One of the older girls had long, straight brown/black hair, bluish wire rimmed glasses over dark brown eyes, and was wearing khaki colored shorts and a blue, hooded t-shirt. The other girl had jaw length brown hair, hazel eyes, and had jean shorts and a purple tank top on. The younger looking girl had black hair and eyes and was wearing a jean dress and sandals. The older looking boy had black, spiky hair, brown eyes, and had long shorts and a white tank top on.
"Come on," Cora urged, as she opened the front gate.
Harry followed Cora into the vast front yard.
"Wanna play," asked the short haired girl.
She and the boy were sitting astride broomsticks with beater clubs in their hands.
"Not today, Meg, maybe later," Cora replied.
The girl nodded and took off for the sky with the boy in tow.
"That's Meghan O'Shea. Her sister is over there. Her name is Ashley," Cora explained pointing to the long haired girl.
Ashley was sitting underneath a huge tree, playing a game of wizard's chess with the little girl.
"Who are the other two?" Harry asked, curiously.
He had never, really, seen American wizards before.
"Oh, that's Danny Callaghan. He's got a huge crush on Ashley but she's really shy and I don't think she likes him that way anyway. The little girl is Christine Troy, she just turned 11," Cora replied.
Just as Cora said that, a large owl landed in the yard and dropped a letter in Christine's lap.
"What did you get?" asked Daniel, coming down from the air.
The little girl turned the letter over to take a look at the sender and squealed, happily.
"Auntie Alice....Auntie Alice! It came....my letter came!" she called running toward the house.
"What came?" Cora asked.
"Her Hogwarts letter. It's all she's talked about since her birthday," Daniel replied.
"They're going to let her go?" Meghan questioned.
Harry looked confused and Cora explained, "These guys go to an American Ministry run school."
Harry nodded his understanding.
Ashley shrugged and told her sister," I'm not sure yet."
"She'll be going to Hogwarts, just like the rest of you will be next year," said one of the three women that came out of the house.
"We will?" Ashley questioned, her sock undercutting her shyness.
"Of course you will. I don't think your school is safe anymore," said one of the women.
The four Americans looked at each other and began to cheer.
"Oh, hello Cora," said one of the women.
"Hi, Mrs. O'Shea," Cora said to the woman.
She had grayish hair with streaks of light brown in it and hazel eyes. She was smiling warmly at all the young wizards assembled in her front yard.
"Who's your friend?" asked another one of the women.
This woman had curly black hair that was white in places and dark eyes. She was laughing at the wizards, dancing around in the yard.
"Is he new here?" asked the final woman.
This woman looked younger than the other two. She had straight dark hair and bore a striking resemblance to Christine.
"This is Harry Potter, my cousin," Cora said, once the cheering died down.
While all the other wizards stood speechless, little Christine exclaimed, "Way cool!"
After all the customary introductions, Mrs. O'Shea said, "I hate to leave all of you out here but I think I hear my owl calling."
The other two witches, Daniel's mother and Christine's Aunt, went with her. Ashley cleared up her wizard's chess set and invited everyone to sit under the tree, in the shade.
"What years are you guys going into?" asked Harry.
"Years?" Daniel asked, confused.
"Well, first years are 11, second years are 12, and so on," Harry said.
The four Americans thought for a minute, trying to figure out each of there years.
"I'm a first year," Christine said, proudly.
"Judging by that, then Danny and I would be sixth years and Meghan would be a fourth year," Ashley replied, talking down to the ground.
"If I were going to Hogwarts," Cora started, "I'd be a fifth year."
"You're not going," Daniel said, sadly.
"That's not what I heard," Meghan began.
"What did you hear?" Cora asked, curiously.
"I heard that your uncle finally convinced your Grams to let you and Glendon go to Hogwarts," Meghan replied.
"Where did you hear that, Meghan?" Cora asked the American.
"I'll never tell," Meghan replied, looking up at the sky.
(AN: The character of Meghan is dedicated to my little sister of the same name. A pain in my rear end she may be but she's still my sister. The character of Daniel is dedicated to my best friend in the entire world, Danny. We've been friends since we were in preschool. Please, read and review using that wondrous little button down there.)