Chapter 8: That's Just Creepy
Meanwhile, downstairs at the party....
"Petunia, where is that girl?" whispered Vernon
"I saw he talking to someone by the fireplace a bit ago."
"Well where is she now? The Harris' want to ask her about good vacation spots!"
"Calm down, Vern..." She was cut off by the sound of running footsteps upstairs. The people at the party all paused and looked up. The noise stopped and everyone went back to their business.
"What was that?" growled Vernon.
"I bet it was HIM."
"I'll go have a little talk with him." He started to walk off but was intercepted by some of the guests. It took him awhile to shake them off, but he did, and went on a warpath upstairs.
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"So wizards, and witches, they're real???" said Lindsey in disbelief.
"Yes, very real. There are about 20,000 of us in Britain alone."
"In America too?" Said Lindsey
"Of course, Rockford is one of the better Wizarding schools these days. My old friend Nicolas taught potions there for a year."
"Flammel?" Asked Harry
"Yes actually." Said Dumbledore, still keeping his eyes focused on Lindsey. Harry was confused at this but decided that he was just imagining things.
"And you are both wizards?"
"Yup," said Harry.
"And this man, Pettigrew, he was a wizard too?" Asked Lindsey. Harry opened his mouth to respond, but the sound of Vernon coming up the stairs stopped him.
"It's Vernon! Professor, you need to leave."
"Right. Oh and Lindsey, welcome back to our world." With that he vanished. Lindsey sat stunned. Back? Did he mean to England?
The door flew open, causing Lindsey to forget her train of thought entirely. Vernon stood in the door, face purple.
"What was that noise??" He asked. Lindsey and Harry glanced at each other.
"Um, that was me," said Lindsey. "Someone offered me escargot, and I took it, but then I realized that it was snail, so I ran up here to spit it out." Vernon looked suspiciously at her, then over at Harry.
"Why did she come in here?" Vernon asked Harry.
"Um, she wanted to get the taste out of her mouth and I had... um...."
"Altoids! He had the altoids that I brought from home."
"Yeah, thats what they were," said Harry, nodding vigorously. Vernon still looked doubtful, but let it slide.
"No more noise from you," he said, pointing to Harry. "And you," he said pointing to Lindsey. "Come back down, some people want to talk to you. Can't imagine why though."
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"LETTER!" yelled Ron, racing down the stairs. "Letter from Harry!" he cried as he entered the living room where the twins, Ginny, and Mr. Weasley had gathered.
"Excellent, about time he wrote you!"
"Shh George, he's about to read it."
"Shhh yourself Fred"
"Boys!"
"Dad!"
"Shut up! I'm reading it now." Ron cleared his throat.
"Dear Ron and other perspective family members who are probably gathered to read this...."
"He knows us too well," said Ginny.
"Excuse me, I was reading here. Ahem, 'Yes, the girl arrived. Her name is Lindsey and she is very nice. She's quite funny, Fred and George would like her. Currently she's downstairs at the Dursley's party. Stupid business parties. Anyways, I do think Diagon Alley will work out."
"Excellent, when is that?" said George
"Today is Wednesday, so... tomorrow!" said Ginny.
"Wow, I thought it was still Monday," said George
"When does school start again?" said Mr. Weasley. "I think you need to go back."
"Focus!" demanded Ron. "Let's see... he skips a few lines... here we go... Ron, you won't believe this. Wormtail was here. In my house! Dumbldore was here too and he talked to Lindsey. I won't go into details now. Signed Harry."
"That's it??" Said George
"Wormtail? In his house?" Said Mrs. Weasley, who appeared to have been listening from the kitchen. "Arthur, we need to go."
"Very right. Don't get in trouble now kids." and the apparated off.
"Hey now! Harry didn't say what she looked like!" said Fred.
"Or what sort of muggle gadgets she brought!" added Ginny
"Calm down, there is a P.S. ... Fred and George- Not too shabby. Ginny- She has a laptop, which is a type of portable computer. No plugs needed for any of it."
"That's just creepy," said George.
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"What did he mean by back????" The next morning, Lindsey had run into Harry's room when she woke up, desperate for answers.
"I don't know! Maybe you saw something when you were little and had your memory modified."
"You can do that???"
"Well not personally, I think we learn in 6th year."
"English please!"
"It was English!"
"American then!"
"Okay, at Hogwarts, my school, you have years. You start first year when you are 11."
"Ooooo. So you're a fifth year?"
"Yes... Wait a minute."
"What?"
"My wand... take it." He handed it to her. She looked at it. "Well go on, give it a swish." Lindsey swished, but nothing happened.
"I feel so stupid right now."
"Lindsey, you're holding it backwards." Lindsey looked down at the wand, Harry was right.
"Wow, I feel really dumb," she said as she flipped the wand. She swished it again. But this time, something happened. There was a small flash of green light and one of Harry's quills flew off the desk. There was silence as Lindsey and Harry stood staring at the quill that was now on the floor. "What did I just do?" Lindsey asked shakily.
"You just did magic."
"Magic? Like all that wizard stuff?"
"Yeah." There was silence.
"So what does this mean?"
"Well, don't freak out, but I think it means that... well if what just happened is any indicator, and if it wasn't a mistake..."
"Harry, what does it mean?"
"I think you are a witch." Despite the fact that Lindsey herself had been thinking the same thing, she was still shocked to hear someone else confirm her idea.
"A witch?"
"Then it would make sense that Dumbledore said welcome back. It all fits, because your real parents must have been wizards and then the muggles adopted you..."
"Wait, muggle, I've heard that before. What is it?"
"Non magic people."
"Right." Lindsey and Harry heard Petunia yelling from the kitchen that breakfast was ready.
"Hey, just a question. Have you heard of the work "snitch"?"
"Yeah, of course, but how do you know about quidditch balls?" Harry ran to his desk and grabbed a book. Lindsey looked at the page he opened it to. It had a picture of a man on a broom stick, holding a gold ball with wings tight in his fist.
"Wow, remind me to email my friend Jen."
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"So which day do we want to go to London?" asked Petunia to the group of them sitting around the table.
"We could go tomorrow or the day after"
"Well as long as Piers is coming, I don't really care."
"What's tomorrow?" Asked Vernon
"Tomorrow is Thursday," said Lindsey.
"Well then we'll go the day after."
"Oh good," Said Harry, "I was hoping that we'd go Friday." Lindsey looked at him questioningly. He had mentioned that he wanted to meet his friends in London on Thursday, not Friday.
"Why?" asked Vernon, "What is so important about Friday?"
"Nothing," said Harry, "Nothing that would matter to you." With that comment Vernon's face turned purple.
"Thursday. We're going Thursday Marge. I don't trust the boy."
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(a/n)here is the reviewers I have from the end of the last chapter
shdurrani, Silent Angel, Amelia Riddle, Harriet Potter, GlaiveGirl, Dragonfly, Darkangel369, Yumi, Slytherin Punk Chick, Lindzi babe 03', Al, Tw153D f43, Medea, Teresa, Unknown(even to her), and last but not least, ER.
Sorry if I skipped anyone, you still are just as important!
Meanwhile, downstairs at the party....
"Petunia, where is that girl?" whispered Vernon
"I saw he talking to someone by the fireplace a bit ago."
"Well where is she now? The Harris' want to ask her about good vacation spots!"
"Calm down, Vern..." She was cut off by the sound of running footsteps upstairs. The people at the party all paused and looked up. The noise stopped and everyone went back to their business.
"What was that?" growled Vernon.
"I bet it was HIM."
"I'll go have a little talk with him." He started to walk off but was intercepted by some of the guests. It took him awhile to shake them off, but he did, and went on a warpath upstairs.
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"So wizards, and witches, they're real???" said Lindsey in disbelief.
"Yes, very real. There are about 20,000 of us in Britain alone."
"In America too?" Said Lindsey
"Of course, Rockford is one of the better Wizarding schools these days. My old friend Nicolas taught potions there for a year."
"Flammel?" Asked Harry
"Yes actually." Said Dumbledore, still keeping his eyes focused on Lindsey. Harry was confused at this but decided that he was just imagining things.
"And you are both wizards?"
"Yup," said Harry.
"And this man, Pettigrew, he was a wizard too?" Asked Lindsey. Harry opened his mouth to respond, but the sound of Vernon coming up the stairs stopped him.
"It's Vernon! Professor, you need to leave."
"Right. Oh and Lindsey, welcome back to our world." With that he vanished. Lindsey sat stunned. Back? Did he mean to England?
The door flew open, causing Lindsey to forget her train of thought entirely. Vernon stood in the door, face purple.
"What was that noise??" He asked. Lindsey and Harry glanced at each other.
"Um, that was me," said Lindsey. "Someone offered me escargot, and I took it, but then I realized that it was snail, so I ran up here to spit it out." Vernon looked suspiciously at her, then over at Harry.
"Why did she come in here?" Vernon asked Harry.
"Um, she wanted to get the taste out of her mouth and I had... um...."
"Altoids! He had the altoids that I brought from home."
"Yeah, thats what they were," said Harry, nodding vigorously. Vernon still looked doubtful, but let it slide.
"No more noise from you," he said, pointing to Harry. "And you," he said pointing to Lindsey. "Come back down, some people want to talk to you. Can't imagine why though."
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"LETTER!" yelled Ron, racing down the stairs. "Letter from Harry!" he cried as he entered the living room where the twins, Ginny, and Mr. Weasley had gathered.
"Excellent, about time he wrote you!"
"Shh George, he's about to read it."
"Shhh yourself Fred"
"Boys!"
"Dad!"
"Shut up! I'm reading it now." Ron cleared his throat.
"Dear Ron and other perspective family members who are probably gathered to read this...."
"He knows us too well," said Ginny.
"Excuse me, I was reading here. Ahem, 'Yes, the girl arrived. Her name is Lindsey and she is very nice. She's quite funny, Fred and George would like her. Currently she's downstairs at the Dursley's party. Stupid business parties. Anyways, I do think Diagon Alley will work out."
"Excellent, when is that?" said George
"Today is Wednesday, so... tomorrow!" said Ginny.
"Wow, I thought it was still Monday," said George
"When does school start again?" said Mr. Weasley. "I think you need to go back."
"Focus!" demanded Ron. "Let's see... he skips a few lines... here we go... Ron, you won't believe this. Wormtail was here. In my house! Dumbldore was here too and he talked to Lindsey. I won't go into details now. Signed Harry."
"That's it??" Said George
"Wormtail? In his house?" Said Mrs. Weasley, who appeared to have been listening from the kitchen. "Arthur, we need to go."
"Very right. Don't get in trouble now kids." and the apparated off.
"Hey now! Harry didn't say what she looked like!" said Fred.
"Or what sort of muggle gadgets she brought!" added Ginny
"Calm down, there is a P.S. ... Fred and George- Not too shabby. Ginny- She has a laptop, which is a type of portable computer. No plugs needed for any of it."
"That's just creepy," said George.
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"What did he mean by back????" The next morning, Lindsey had run into Harry's room when she woke up, desperate for answers.
"I don't know! Maybe you saw something when you were little and had your memory modified."
"You can do that???"
"Well not personally, I think we learn in 6th year."
"English please!"
"It was English!"
"American then!"
"Okay, at Hogwarts, my school, you have years. You start first year when you are 11."
"Ooooo. So you're a fifth year?"
"Yes... Wait a minute."
"What?"
"My wand... take it." He handed it to her. She looked at it. "Well go on, give it a swish." Lindsey swished, but nothing happened.
"I feel so stupid right now."
"Lindsey, you're holding it backwards." Lindsey looked down at the wand, Harry was right.
"Wow, I feel really dumb," she said as she flipped the wand. She swished it again. But this time, something happened. There was a small flash of green light and one of Harry's quills flew off the desk. There was silence as Lindsey and Harry stood staring at the quill that was now on the floor. "What did I just do?" Lindsey asked shakily.
"You just did magic."
"Magic? Like all that wizard stuff?"
"Yeah." There was silence.
"So what does this mean?"
"Well, don't freak out, but I think it means that... well if what just happened is any indicator, and if it wasn't a mistake..."
"Harry, what does it mean?"
"I think you are a witch." Despite the fact that Lindsey herself had been thinking the same thing, she was still shocked to hear someone else confirm her idea.
"A witch?"
"Then it would make sense that Dumbledore said welcome back. It all fits, because your real parents must have been wizards and then the muggles adopted you..."
"Wait, muggle, I've heard that before. What is it?"
"Non magic people."
"Right." Lindsey and Harry heard Petunia yelling from the kitchen that breakfast was ready.
"Hey, just a question. Have you heard of the work "snitch"?"
"Yeah, of course, but how do you know about quidditch balls?" Harry ran to his desk and grabbed a book. Lindsey looked at the page he opened it to. It had a picture of a man on a broom stick, holding a gold ball with wings tight in his fist.
"Wow, remind me to email my friend Jen."
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"So which day do we want to go to London?" asked Petunia to the group of them sitting around the table.
"We could go tomorrow or the day after"
"Well as long as Piers is coming, I don't really care."
"What's tomorrow?" Asked Vernon
"Tomorrow is Thursday," said Lindsey.
"Well then we'll go the day after."
"Oh good," Said Harry, "I was hoping that we'd go Friday." Lindsey looked at him questioningly. He had mentioned that he wanted to meet his friends in London on Thursday, not Friday.
"Why?" asked Vernon, "What is so important about Friday?"
"Nothing," said Harry, "Nothing that would matter to you." With that comment Vernon's face turned purple.
"Thursday. We're going Thursday Marge. I don't trust the boy."
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(a/n)here is the reviewers I have from the end of the last chapter
shdurrani, Silent Angel, Amelia Riddle, Harriet Potter, GlaiveGirl, Dragonfly, Darkangel369, Yumi, Slytherin Punk Chick, Lindzi babe 03', Al, Tw153D f43, Medea, Teresa, Unknown(even to her), and last but not least, ER.
Sorry if I skipped anyone, you still are just as important!