Harry paced around his room, waiting for a response. He continued to pace around and around until he felt dizzy. Upon continuing to pace, he fell over, disoriented.
Harry moaned, rubbed his head, and got back to his feet. As he brought up his head, he saw Hedwig already perched on the window with a letter tied to her leg.
It read:
Sure, I've been to that Library, but what would you need from there? Well, I heard they started having Tea Parties on Wednesdays. That should be fun.
Back to the matter, if you want to find the Library - with the really long name - all you need to do is rub lemon on a pig's ear, make a cow fly, and reveal your deepest secret to someone who won't answer you. It's really simple.
Hope you're doing well. I'll have someone from the Order, if not myself, to pick you up in a few weeks to take you to Diagon Alley for you new school materials.
Don't get yourself killed,
Lupin.
~
Harry was slightly taken aback. Lemon on a pig's ear? A flying cow? Deepest secret?
It was a strange task - maybe even more difficult than the Triwizard Tournament.
But he had to try.
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That night at the Dursley's was a huge celebration. Streamers and confetti were strewn about. Colorful bunches of balloons were tied to every knob and banister throughout the house. A large banner read, "Congradulations, Dudley" and beneath it were mounds upon mounds of presents.
Set on the dining table was a monstrous chicken along with mountains of mashed potatoes and country gravy. Set around it were bowls of a wide variety of candies and sweets along with various cakes, pies and ice creams.
Harry eyed the lemon meringue pie with longing.
No, it wasn't Dudley's birthday, that was next week.
It certainly wasn't Harry's.
So what was the cause for this celebration, you ask?
Dudley lost six pounds.
That's right. This was Dudley's end-of-diet-all-you-can-eat party.
Harry had a feeling Dudley would be back on the diet in no time at all.
Concerning the matter of finding the Library - with the really long name - Harry already knew exactly what to do. He grinned as he watched the Dursleys sit down to the table. He had this all planned out.
Lemon on a pig's ear? That was easy.
Harry seized the lemon meringue pie and shoved it into the side of Dudley's head.
Dudley paled, and Uncle Vernon turned a dark shade of puce, while Aunt Petunia shrieked with alarm.
Harry darted out of the house - not only to escape from his Uncle's wrath, but also to further carry out his plan.
He ran around the house and reached the bushes under his bedroom window. He brought out his wand, pointed it at the bushes and whispered, "Wingardium Leviosa."
Out came Bartholemew, and into the air.
Harry beamed, utterly impressed by his own cunning. He didn't even consider the fact that he had done magic outside of school. The only thing that mattered to him now was that a cow was flying.
Uncle Vernon's incoherent shouts and curses became louder and louder, and Harry climbed the side of the house back to his bedroom, and locked the door.
With a frown, Harry remebered the last and final step of the process.
His deepest secret? No. He couldn't. He would never.
With a thrill of panic and horror, he knew he had to.
He mentally prepared himself for what he was about to do.
~~
Congrats to flyingpiggy who FOUND THE QUOTE! (is suddenly reminded of "Where's Waldo?")
T'was: "Oh, you're no fun anymore."
And as a reward, she'll be the evil librarian!!! Woooo! (next chapter, sorry)
Harry moaned, rubbed his head, and got back to his feet. As he brought up his head, he saw Hedwig already perched on the window with a letter tied to her leg.
It read:
Sure, I've been to that Library, but what would you need from there? Well, I heard they started having Tea Parties on Wednesdays. That should be fun.
Back to the matter, if you want to find the Library - with the really long name - all you need to do is rub lemon on a pig's ear, make a cow fly, and reveal your deepest secret to someone who won't answer you. It's really simple.
Hope you're doing well. I'll have someone from the Order, if not myself, to pick you up in a few weeks to take you to Diagon Alley for you new school materials.
Don't get yourself killed,
Lupin.
~
Harry was slightly taken aback. Lemon on a pig's ear? A flying cow? Deepest secret?
It was a strange task - maybe even more difficult than the Triwizard Tournament.
But he had to try.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That night at the Dursley's was a huge celebration. Streamers and confetti were strewn about. Colorful bunches of balloons were tied to every knob and banister throughout the house. A large banner read, "Congradulations, Dudley" and beneath it were mounds upon mounds of presents.
Set on the dining table was a monstrous chicken along with mountains of mashed potatoes and country gravy. Set around it were bowls of a wide variety of candies and sweets along with various cakes, pies and ice creams.
Harry eyed the lemon meringue pie with longing.
No, it wasn't Dudley's birthday, that was next week.
It certainly wasn't Harry's.
So what was the cause for this celebration, you ask?
Dudley lost six pounds.
That's right. This was Dudley's end-of-diet-all-you-can-eat party.
Harry had a feeling Dudley would be back on the diet in no time at all.
Concerning the matter of finding the Library - with the really long name - Harry already knew exactly what to do. He grinned as he watched the Dursleys sit down to the table. He had this all planned out.
Lemon on a pig's ear? That was easy.
Harry seized the lemon meringue pie and shoved it into the side of Dudley's head.
Dudley paled, and Uncle Vernon turned a dark shade of puce, while Aunt Petunia shrieked with alarm.
Harry darted out of the house - not only to escape from his Uncle's wrath, but also to further carry out his plan.
He ran around the house and reached the bushes under his bedroom window. He brought out his wand, pointed it at the bushes and whispered, "Wingardium Leviosa."
Out came Bartholemew, and into the air.
Harry beamed, utterly impressed by his own cunning. He didn't even consider the fact that he had done magic outside of school. The only thing that mattered to him now was that a cow was flying.
Uncle Vernon's incoherent shouts and curses became louder and louder, and Harry climbed the side of the house back to his bedroom, and locked the door.
With a frown, Harry remebered the last and final step of the process.
His deepest secret? No. He couldn't. He would never.
With a thrill of panic and horror, he knew he had to.
He mentally prepared himself for what he was about to do.
~~
Congrats to flyingpiggy who FOUND THE QUOTE! (is suddenly reminded of "Where's Waldo?")
T'was: "Oh, you're no fun anymore."
And as a reward, she'll be the evil librarian!!! Woooo! (next chapter, sorry)