a/n) disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT LINDSEY, HER FAMILY, HER FRIENDS, AND MY OWN LITTLE PLOT TWISTS. There ya go, don't sue me.
Chapter 3: Truth and Letters
Harry sat in bed with his flashlight, quietly doing one of his History of Magic Essay. Once again Harry had managed to sneak his school things up to his room and hide them from the Dursley's. The particular essay was on the evolution of Wizard Transportation. He remembered something Hermione had said to him when they received the assignment.
"He must be going easy on us, you know, with all that went on at the Triwizard Tournament," She had said, in her usual matter-of-fact tone, "I mean, I have a book entirely on the subject."
"And about every other subject we learn about," muttered Ron. Harry had laughed half-heartedly, the memory of Cedric's body still fresh in his mind.
Harry sighed. He could really use that book now. He set down his quill and decided to give up for the night. Silently hiding his things, he looked over at Hedwig. She lay fast asleep in her cage. The past month had been very tough on her. Harry had been receiving mail almost every day since his return and replying to those letters was wearing out his faithful owl. The letters had come from the usual crowd, Ron, Hermione, Sirius, and Hagrid, but people like Lupin, Wood, and even Neville found it necessary to check up on Harry. (Although Wood's letter was more of an invitation watch him play in a quidditch match, which Harry regretfully had to turn down.) They all were curious to see how Harry had been holding up.
"Well," Harry thought with a smile, "I haven't received a letter today, but there are still 15 minutes left." Then, as if on cue, an owl appeared in the distance. "My friends never seem to fail me." It was Pig. The owl over shot the open window and crashed onto the floor. The letter fell off on the floor and Pig got up, unaffected, flew around the room a few times, and left. Harry picked up the letter and read it.
Harry-
Yes, of course Percy is still mad at Fred and George. The last feather just fell off yesterday. Even they didn't expect the new batch of Canary Cremes to work that well! Bill is home now, and has invaded my room. He was supposed to be in Percy's room, but it was too much trouble to clean out all the feathers. And speaking of Percy, he's been acting a bit odd lately. Always going on about the ministry and Fudge. Obnoxious really.
I still can't believe that you got rid of Dudley for two weeks. I would kill for a little alone time. Ginny keeps asking about the girl who is coming. She is fascinated by the whole American thing. If you ask me, she's had too much of that Muggle Studies class. But Dad keeps encouraging her. Even he asks about her. And so do Fred and George, but I think they have different reasons, if you know what I mean...
Dad talked to Dumbledore about having you visit, and he reckons it will work out, but I can't really give details here.
Anyway, write back soon. I hope Hedwig is up to it, she seemed a bit tired last time I saw her. Guess that she has had a lot of work.
-Ron
Ron's letters always made Harry laugh and he was always eager to reply. Harry quickly pulled his quill back out and wrote.
Ron-
I can't believe that I missed Percy as a canary and I bet Bill's not all that bad. And being at home alone isn't all that great. The Dursley's are in terrible shape without their "precious angel" and have decided to take it out on me. But Dudley did call a few nights ago. He apparently doesn't like the girl, I think her name is Linda, or Lindy, or something to that effect. So I'll either get along with her very well or I will die of shock to see that Dudley judged a person correctly. I'll keep you updated.
I've been in touch with Snuggles and he is also hushed up about me staying with him. What's going on? I'm feeling left out here in Muggle Land.
You're right, Hedwig is a bit worn out, but the Dursleys have planned an excursion for London, so I'll try to sneak in Diagon Alley and get her some sort of potion. I'll talk to you soon.
-Harry
Harry picked up the letter and folded it, looking at Hedwig. She was asleep with her head under her wing. Feeling bad, he patted her awake. Looking up with sleepy eyes, Hedwig hooted softly, but allowed Harry to tie the letter to her leg.
"Thanks." Whispered Harry, "I promise to let you sleep when you get back."
As Hedwig flew off, Harry sighed. Hedwig wasn't the only one who needed sleep. So Harry got in bed and drifted away to the shores of sleep.
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At dinner that night, Dudley insisted on retelling the entire zoo story. Lindsey's parents found the entire ordeal to be quite amusing, but Lindsey sat there in silence. She was too busy thinking about after dinner to care. Her parents had promised to talk to her that night and she was trying to organize all her thoughts into somewhat comprehensible questions. But by the time dinner was over, she hadn't actually accomplished anything. She had just thought of more things that she wanted to know. As her parents cleaned the kitchen, Lindsey helped Dudley find a suitable show to watch. He settled on some stupid game show that "reminded him of home."
Making her way to the kitchen again, she saw that her parents had finished and were sitting around the table. Lindsey sat down in an empty chair.
"Like I said before, I don't hate you. But I really want to know about my real mom." She said, before her parents could even open their mouths
"Your real mom. Well we only met her once, so we don't know a lot," said her Father. "Her name was Katrina. She was British, from some small town north of London."
"You look a lot like her, except taller. Same eyes and everything. She was very young when we met her and I'm sure that was why she was so eager to find you another home."
"Was she nice?" Lindsey said quietly.
"Well once again, we didn't really get to know her very well, it really was a spur of the moment thing. She was very secretive, refusing to tell us much about her."
"I can still picture her in the orphanage. She had on pants that were clearly too big and a shirt with crazy symbols." said Lindsey's mom, fiddling with a napkin, "She kept looking around, as if she was expecting someone to burst in and stop us from taking you. And as soon as we were done signing the forms, she ran out. We followed her, but she was gone. We never saw or heard from her again."
"You said that she was glad that you were Americans. Why?"
"I really don't know," said Lindsey's dad, "She never explained. But it seemed as if she thought that you would be better off away from her. She made us promise not to let you find her. She has never sent anything to let us know where she was."
Of course at that moment, Dudley chose to burst in the room.
"Where who was?" he asked.
"None of your business Dudley." I said.
"Ohh," He exclaimed looking around. "I interrupted a family meeting."
"Oh no," said Lindsey. "We were just finishing."
"Good, what are we doing tonight?"
"We are going downtown to do some shopping."
"Shopping?!?" exclaimed Dudley. "I don't shop."
"Well you might enjoy it. Plus I think tonight is the night that the flame eater performs."
"What about all this American culture I'm supposed to get?"
"Well this is American culture. Shopping, ball games, sitting at home watching reality TV. " Dudley didn't find that amusing. "Besides, we're going to museums tomorrow."
Lindsey's mom decided to step in. "There is a National Historic Site down by where we are going, I'm sure that us adults could go with you and Lindsey could call a friend to shop with her."
"Fine," said Dudley.
"See? You're not always stuck with me," mocked Lindsey
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"HARRY!" screamed Aunt Petunia. "Get down here now!"
"What is it now?" Said Harry groggily. He hadn't slept a lot that night.
"Today you have to pick up downstairs. Vernon and I are going to pick up some things for the next couple weeks. When we get back, this level better be spotless."
"And no funny business," growled Uncle Vernon, "If I notice ANYTHING out of place, it's the closet for you."
"Right," said Harry, looking a little bewildered. The Dursley's had never left Harry alone at home. But he wasn't going to argue. So when the car doors closed and the sound of tires faded away, Harry ran upstairs, ready to do his homework in the light of day.
Then it hit him that they Dursley's would notice if nothing in the house were cleaned. Sighing, he trudged back down the stairs to the kitchen. But when he got there, there was someone sitting on the table...
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"So you're adopted?" exclaimed Jen. Lindsey had just explained everything to her friend, who listened silently (aside for the occasional "look at that shirt!")
"Yeah, I still can't believe that they didn't tell me. I mean, England! I'm ENGLISH!"
"But if you have to be from another country, what a place to be from!" Lindsey looked at her questionably. "I mean really! ALL the gorgeous guys come from there."
"Jen!" screamed Lindsey, "This is not the time to rant about guys. This is a serious situation!"
"Right, sorry," said Jen sheepishly. "So what are you going to do?"
"Well I'm not supposed to go find her. She made my parents promise."
"Well that solves a lot, said Jen. "Oh look! The fire eating guy!"
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"DOBBY!?!?" Yelled Harry. "What... wha...?"
"Hello Harry Potter," said the house-elf, in his huge shorts, rainbow suspenders, and wild socks. "Dobby has come to visit you. Dobby had missed you so much."
"Dobby, why aren't you at Hogwarts?"
"It is Dobby's time off. And Dumbledore says to me 'Dobby, why don't you visit Harry Potter?' And I says of course, because Harry Potter is Dobby's most favorite person."
"That's real nice Dobby, but I actually have work to do."
"Oh Dobby can help! Dobby loves helping Harry Potter! What must Dobby do?"
"It's really all right, I only have a few rooms to clean..." But Dobby was off, using his house-elf magic to clean anything and everything. Harry had barely emptied the dishwasher when Dobby was done with every room on the floor, besides the kitchen.
"Dobby, that was amazing!" said Harry. Dobby blushed.
"Dobby is very happy that Harry Potter is pleased."
"Yeah, well you did almost everything."
"When Dobby finishes, will Harry Potter show Dobby his sock collection?" He asked in an excited tone.
Harry laughed, "Sure Dobby, whatever you want."
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Jen had to be the most easily distracted person ever. While Lindsey was going over all the possible scenarios in her mind, Jen wandered over to a little shop.
"So maybe she only said she didn't want me to find her back then because she wasn't ready but I'm sure now she'd love to meet me. Or would she? What do you think? Jen? Jen...."
"Look!" said Jen, gazing longingly into a store window "Magic spell books!"
"Honestly!" exclaimed Lindsey, walking over. "You know it's complete rubbish."
"Can I buy it???"
"No!"
"Please!"
"NO!"
"I'm going in, come on!"
"Oh my god." Five minutes later, they walked out, Jen with her magic book and Lindsey with some odd candy, Bernie Botts Every Flavor Beans ("Every flavor?" asked Jen. "I bet they don't REALLY have every flavor," said Lindsey, who only bought them to feed her jellybean obsession.)
"Okay," Said Jen. "First spell... opening doors."
"Oh I know! I know! Open Sesame!" said Lindsey sarcastically.
"Ha ha ha." Said Jen. "Actually it's Aloha-More-Aye."
"I dare you to try that one"
"Just find a door my friend, find a door!"
"I'll remember that... want a jelly-bean?"
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(a/n) okay, there ya go, PLEEEASE review. and if you already have, I love you!
Chapter 3: Truth and Letters
Harry sat in bed with his flashlight, quietly doing one of his History of Magic Essay. Once again Harry had managed to sneak his school things up to his room and hide them from the Dursley's. The particular essay was on the evolution of Wizard Transportation. He remembered something Hermione had said to him when they received the assignment.
"He must be going easy on us, you know, with all that went on at the Triwizard Tournament," She had said, in her usual matter-of-fact tone, "I mean, I have a book entirely on the subject."
"And about every other subject we learn about," muttered Ron. Harry had laughed half-heartedly, the memory of Cedric's body still fresh in his mind.
Harry sighed. He could really use that book now. He set down his quill and decided to give up for the night. Silently hiding his things, he looked over at Hedwig. She lay fast asleep in her cage. The past month had been very tough on her. Harry had been receiving mail almost every day since his return and replying to those letters was wearing out his faithful owl. The letters had come from the usual crowd, Ron, Hermione, Sirius, and Hagrid, but people like Lupin, Wood, and even Neville found it necessary to check up on Harry. (Although Wood's letter was more of an invitation watch him play in a quidditch match, which Harry regretfully had to turn down.) They all were curious to see how Harry had been holding up.
"Well," Harry thought with a smile, "I haven't received a letter today, but there are still 15 minutes left." Then, as if on cue, an owl appeared in the distance. "My friends never seem to fail me." It was Pig. The owl over shot the open window and crashed onto the floor. The letter fell off on the floor and Pig got up, unaffected, flew around the room a few times, and left. Harry picked up the letter and read it.
Harry-
Yes, of course Percy is still mad at Fred and George. The last feather just fell off yesterday. Even they didn't expect the new batch of Canary Cremes to work that well! Bill is home now, and has invaded my room. He was supposed to be in Percy's room, but it was too much trouble to clean out all the feathers. And speaking of Percy, he's been acting a bit odd lately. Always going on about the ministry and Fudge. Obnoxious really.
I still can't believe that you got rid of Dudley for two weeks. I would kill for a little alone time. Ginny keeps asking about the girl who is coming. She is fascinated by the whole American thing. If you ask me, she's had too much of that Muggle Studies class. But Dad keeps encouraging her. Even he asks about her. And so do Fred and George, but I think they have different reasons, if you know what I mean...
Dad talked to Dumbledore about having you visit, and he reckons it will work out, but I can't really give details here.
Anyway, write back soon. I hope Hedwig is up to it, she seemed a bit tired last time I saw her. Guess that she has had a lot of work.
-Ron
Ron's letters always made Harry laugh and he was always eager to reply. Harry quickly pulled his quill back out and wrote.
Ron-
I can't believe that I missed Percy as a canary and I bet Bill's not all that bad. And being at home alone isn't all that great. The Dursley's are in terrible shape without their "precious angel" and have decided to take it out on me. But Dudley did call a few nights ago. He apparently doesn't like the girl, I think her name is Linda, or Lindy, or something to that effect. So I'll either get along with her very well or I will die of shock to see that Dudley judged a person correctly. I'll keep you updated.
I've been in touch with Snuggles and he is also hushed up about me staying with him. What's going on? I'm feeling left out here in Muggle Land.
You're right, Hedwig is a bit worn out, but the Dursleys have planned an excursion for London, so I'll try to sneak in Diagon Alley and get her some sort of potion. I'll talk to you soon.
-Harry
Harry picked up the letter and folded it, looking at Hedwig. She was asleep with her head under her wing. Feeling bad, he patted her awake. Looking up with sleepy eyes, Hedwig hooted softly, but allowed Harry to tie the letter to her leg.
"Thanks." Whispered Harry, "I promise to let you sleep when you get back."
As Hedwig flew off, Harry sighed. Hedwig wasn't the only one who needed sleep. So Harry got in bed and drifted away to the shores of sleep.
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At dinner that night, Dudley insisted on retelling the entire zoo story. Lindsey's parents found the entire ordeal to be quite amusing, but Lindsey sat there in silence. She was too busy thinking about after dinner to care. Her parents had promised to talk to her that night and she was trying to organize all her thoughts into somewhat comprehensible questions. But by the time dinner was over, she hadn't actually accomplished anything. She had just thought of more things that she wanted to know. As her parents cleaned the kitchen, Lindsey helped Dudley find a suitable show to watch. He settled on some stupid game show that "reminded him of home."
Making her way to the kitchen again, she saw that her parents had finished and were sitting around the table. Lindsey sat down in an empty chair.
"Like I said before, I don't hate you. But I really want to know about my real mom." She said, before her parents could even open their mouths
"Your real mom. Well we only met her once, so we don't know a lot," said her Father. "Her name was Katrina. She was British, from some small town north of London."
"You look a lot like her, except taller. Same eyes and everything. She was very young when we met her and I'm sure that was why she was so eager to find you another home."
"Was she nice?" Lindsey said quietly.
"Well once again, we didn't really get to know her very well, it really was a spur of the moment thing. She was very secretive, refusing to tell us much about her."
"I can still picture her in the orphanage. She had on pants that were clearly too big and a shirt with crazy symbols." said Lindsey's mom, fiddling with a napkin, "She kept looking around, as if she was expecting someone to burst in and stop us from taking you. And as soon as we were done signing the forms, she ran out. We followed her, but she was gone. We never saw or heard from her again."
"You said that she was glad that you were Americans. Why?"
"I really don't know," said Lindsey's dad, "She never explained. But it seemed as if she thought that you would be better off away from her. She made us promise not to let you find her. She has never sent anything to let us know where she was."
Of course at that moment, Dudley chose to burst in the room.
"Where who was?" he asked.
"None of your business Dudley." I said.
"Ohh," He exclaimed looking around. "I interrupted a family meeting."
"Oh no," said Lindsey. "We were just finishing."
"Good, what are we doing tonight?"
"We are going downtown to do some shopping."
"Shopping?!?" exclaimed Dudley. "I don't shop."
"Well you might enjoy it. Plus I think tonight is the night that the flame eater performs."
"What about all this American culture I'm supposed to get?"
"Well this is American culture. Shopping, ball games, sitting at home watching reality TV. " Dudley didn't find that amusing. "Besides, we're going to museums tomorrow."
Lindsey's mom decided to step in. "There is a National Historic Site down by where we are going, I'm sure that us adults could go with you and Lindsey could call a friend to shop with her."
"Fine," said Dudley.
"See? You're not always stuck with me," mocked Lindsey
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"HARRY!" screamed Aunt Petunia. "Get down here now!"
"What is it now?" Said Harry groggily. He hadn't slept a lot that night.
"Today you have to pick up downstairs. Vernon and I are going to pick up some things for the next couple weeks. When we get back, this level better be spotless."
"And no funny business," growled Uncle Vernon, "If I notice ANYTHING out of place, it's the closet for you."
"Right," said Harry, looking a little bewildered. The Dursley's had never left Harry alone at home. But he wasn't going to argue. So when the car doors closed and the sound of tires faded away, Harry ran upstairs, ready to do his homework in the light of day.
Then it hit him that they Dursley's would notice if nothing in the house were cleaned. Sighing, he trudged back down the stairs to the kitchen. But when he got there, there was someone sitting on the table...
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"So you're adopted?" exclaimed Jen. Lindsey had just explained everything to her friend, who listened silently (aside for the occasional "look at that shirt!")
"Yeah, I still can't believe that they didn't tell me. I mean, England! I'm ENGLISH!"
"But if you have to be from another country, what a place to be from!" Lindsey looked at her questionably. "I mean really! ALL the gorgeous guys come from there."
"Jen!" screamed Lindsey, "This is not the time to rant about guys. This is a serious situation!"
"Right, sorry," said Jen sheepishly. "So what are you going to do?"
"Well I'm not supposed to go find her. She made my parents promise."
"Well that solves a lot, said Jen. "Oh look! The fire eating guy!"
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"DOBBY!?!?" Yelled Harry. "What... wha...?"
"Hello Harry Potter," said the house-elf, in his huge shorts, rainbow suspenders, and wild socks. "Dobby has come to visit you. Dobby had missed you so much."
"Dobby, why aren't you at Hogwarts?"
"It is Dobby's time off. And Dumbledore says to me 'Dobby, why don't you visit Harry Potter?' And I says of course, because Harry Potter is Dobby's most favorite person."
"That's real nice Dobby, but I actually have work to do."
"Oh Dobby can help! Dobby loves helping Harry Potter! What must Dobby do?"
"It's really all right, I only have a few rooms to clean..." But Dobby was off, using his house-elf magic to clean anything and everything. Harry had barely emptied the dishwasher when Dobby was done with every room on the floor, besides the kitchen.
"Dobby, that was amazing!" said Harry. Dobby blushed.
"Dobby is very happy that Harry Potter is pleased."
"Yeah, well you did almost everything."
"When Dobby finishes, will Harry Potter show Dobby his sock collection?" He asked in an excited tone.
Harry laughed, "Sure Dobby, whatever you want."
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Jen had to be the most easily distracted person ever. While Lindsey was going over all the possible scenarios in her mind, Jen wandered over to a little shop.
"So maybe she only said she didn't want me to find her back then because she wasn't ready but I'm sure now she'd love to meet me. Or would she? What do you think? Jen? Jen...."
"Look!" said Jen, gazing longingly into a store window "Magic spell books!"
"Honestly!" exclaimed Lindsey, walking over. "You know it's complete rubbish."
"Can I buy it???"
"No!"
"Please!"
"NO!"
"I'm going in, come on!"
"Oh my god." Five minutes later, they walked out, Jen with her magic book and Lindsey with some odd candy, Bernie Botts Every Flavor Beans ("Every flavor?" asked Jen. "I bet they don't REALLY have every flavor," said Lindsey, who only bought them to feed her jellybean obsession.)
"Okay," Said Jen. "First spell... opening doors."
"Oh I know! I know! Open Sesame!" said Lindsey sarcastically.
"Ha ha ha." Said Jen. "Actually it's Aloha-More-Aye."
"I dare you to try that one"
"Just find a door my friend, find a door!"
"I'll remember that... want a jelly-bean?"
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(a/n) okay, there ya go, PLEEEASE review. and if you already have, I love you!