-Chapter 2-
-Another Beginning-
. . .Ten Years Earlier. . .
Lily awoke early enough to take shower and be ready to go by the time her mother was fixing breakfast. When she was finished packing up her trunk, she could hear her sister stirring in the next room.
Petunia had never been very keen on Lily becoming a witch. In fact, she rarely talked to Lily anymore. Lily missed the intimacy they had, but she would rather have Hogwarts.
Lily moved about her muggle bedroom, no wizard pictures, no spell books, and no self-moving objects. She didn't have any of that on display because her parent's muggle friends were always looking around her room, commenting on her delicate color scheme and praising her assortment of black and white photographs she had taken of London and the surrounding countryside.
Luckily for Lily, no one went into her closet. It was her one private place. In there she had magically enlarged it and put shelves in. All her old, some new, spell books were in there. She had beautiful pictures of Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, Platform 9 ¾, and her friends. All were moving, smiling, or just sitting soaking up some sun. Her most prized picture was that of Maggie and herself. It made her feel better to come in here and see all the familiar faces and places.
Lily was proud of her closet.
She sighed, grabbed the books she would need this school year and left her haven. She magically locked the door, shoved the books in her trunk, picked up her owl-less cage and left her muggle room with one last glance.
As she dragged her trunk down the hallway, Petunia emerged from her room. Petunia glanced over the things Lily was dragging from her room and said, "Is it that time of year again?"
"Yes." Lily calmly said.
Petunia heaved a great sigh and squeezed by Lily to go monopolize the bathroom. Lily pushed her trunk down stairs. It landed with a great THUD on the wooden floor at the foot of the stairs. She slid it in front of the door and walked into the elegant parlor. There sat her father, he looked majestic in his high backed reading chair with the newspaper covering his face.
"Good morning, Lovey," came the voice from behind the newspaper.
"Good morning, Dad," she said. "Can I have the car keys?"
"May I-" he corrected.
"May I have the car keys?"
"Your not running away are you?" he said, lowering the newspaper.
"No!"
"All right," he laughed as he handed over the keys. "I was just checking."
Lily lugged her trunk to the car and popped open the trunk of the car. There was no way she could haul that thing into the car. . .
She looked around, making sure no one was watching, and put a simple weightless spell on her Hogwarts trunk. When that was completed she swung the trunk into the car and checked one last time to see if she had everything. Books, owl treats, photo album, manual muggle camera, Hogwarts uniform and muggle clothes were all inside.
"Well that does it."
She snapped closed the trunks, Hogwarts and muggle car.
She stopped before entering the house. Instead she turned and scanned the sky, looking for her mother's owl, Mint. It was a beautiful creature, raven black with large pale green eyes. Her mother had an owl to use when she needed to send Lily anything at school. Of course Lily, the only witch in the family, had to use the school owls.
Mint was bringing news on what time her friend Maggie was arriving at Platform 9 ¾. Lily scanned with no avail. No owl . . . where could it be?
As Lily reached for the doorknob, she heard shouting from inside the house. Lily quietly slipped in and sneaked towards the kitchen, where her parents and Petunia were having a heated talk about . . . Lily.
"I'm not going with you!" Petunia screamed.
"Young lady," Lily heard her father's voice shaking with rage. "We are supporting Lily as a family. Did you hear that? FAMILY!"
"Petunia, you have to come." That was Lily's mother trying to keep peace. "We only have each other."
"Not me," Petunia was sounding very proud of herself. "I have a boyfriend. I have him as well."
"Child," now Father sounded tired. "If you come I will drive you and Vernon anywhere for your next date."
"Really?" Lily could almost see the smug expression on her sister's face.
He sighed, "Yes."
Lily decided to walk in before Petunia had her parents giving into her scheme anymore.
"Well," Lily happily said, "I'm ready."
Her Father lifted his head out of his hands, and smiled at Lily. He hated to see his daughter go away every year, but her saw her at Christmas and had her all summer. He rose to his full height of 6' 3" and offered his arm to his 5'3" wife.
"Shall we, lovely?"
Lily's mother giggled and took her husband's arm, "Yes, we shall."
Lily watched them pass out of the kitchen, happy as ever. Lily sighed and turned to Petunia. They stared blankly at one another. Until Petunia showed sings of boredom, turned on her heel and stomped from the muggle kitchen. Lily was even more surprised when Petunia ran back in the room and almost squeezed the life out of Lily.
"Why do you have to be a witch?'
Lily hugged her back and replied, "It's my destiny."
Petunia's hugged slacked off to nothing. She stepped back from Lily.
"I don't like your destiny."
That startled Lily, "Why?"
"You're not-- normal."
"Define 'normal'."
That stumped Petunia. But she replied, "Why can't you leave them?" She was starting to get annoyed by her sister's ignorance to the fact she was a freak.
Lily just smiled.
Petunia was flabbergasted. How could Lily be so ignorant? Then Petunia decided to not let Lily's lifestyle interfere with hers. From that moment on, Petunia had no sister. If Lily couldn't even see she was a freak, maybe Petunia would catch it. She shuddered at the thought.
"Bye Lily."
"What?"
Petunia didn't reply. She just turned and left the small white ad blue kitchen. Lily was puzzled. The puzzlement was pushed aside when she remembered she was going back to Hogwarts. Elation filled her. She skipped outside to the car where her family was already waiting. She smiled, took one last look at her muggle house and climbed into the car.
"Onwards to Hogwarts!' Lily shouted. Petunia shuddered and their parents laughed.
"Onwards!" echoed Father.
~-~-~-~-~-~
"The sun has yet to rise."
The stars were bright enough that James didn't notice. He lay sprawled on his bed, thinking, plotting, and scheming. James heard the door down the hallway creak open, then close. James knew it was his sister, sneaking back into the house. He knew not where she went, but he knew where ever it was it was with her boyfriend.
It was natural that the sixteen-year-old James Potter didn't like Baron. He was rude, crude, and had a bad attitude. James laughed to himself as he thought of the day Sirius came up with that line, Baron had cursed at James while Grace, his sister, was upstairs getting her jacket.
The only factor to increase his dislike of Baron was the fact he was a Malfoy.
Baron Malfoy was always rude to James, and his little brother Lucius mimicked him. James knew not how, but in some way, Baron had convinced his beautiful sister Grace to like him.
Like him enough to break almost every rule in the Potter household.
James sighed and rolled out of bed, it was 3 in the morning, but he knew he wouldn't sleep again tonight. He walked to his owl, which was sitting on his desk, and wrote a brief note on one of the scraps littering it.
Padfoot-
Can you come pick me up for Hogwarts? I have a feeling my parents will be busy with my sister. Yes, she was out again tonight. My dad had a house-elf stay up to watch the door. I don't want to bother them. Thanks!
-Prongs
Sirius sleepily glanced over the letter, and scribbled an answer on the back.
Prongs-
DEFINITELY.
-Padfoot
James smiled at the reply, and gave his owl an extra treat for being so rapid in his deliveries. His owl was pure black with large pale blue eyes. His mother had named it Romeo. His mother read, a lot. She especially loved Shakespeare. James thought it was an odd thing for a witch to love, but she threw aside stereotypes and read on. Tiffany Potter loved literature. They had dedicated one room in their large house, solely to books. His favorite part was the Quidditch section of the Potter library.
James was sorely tempted to go down now and look one last time, before he left for Hogwarts, to go through the collection, but James decided against it. He realized he would probably scare Poppy, the house elf whom had been told to watch the door. He puttered about his room for five minutes before an unfamiliar owl pecked at his window.
This owl looked familiar though.
James did a double take between his owl, and the new one.
His owl and the new one.
They were mirror images. He opened the window and the owl fluttered over to his desk. James was still bewildered when he noticed the trademark blue ribbon.
Maggie had sent him an owl.
James untied the letter from the owl and read the note.
J.P.-
Hey! How are you? I know it is early, but I thought you would be awake. I guess you are now, if your reading this! I wanted to show you Lily's mother's owl. Does she not look exactly like Romeo? Her name is Mint. If you could, when you're done goggling at the similarities, will you send Lily the enclosed letter? DON'T YOU READ IT! I'm not doing this because you're nice or anything . . . I just wanted to show you how similar the owls are. Thanks a million billion!
-M.A.
James noticed he had dropped the enclosed letter; he picked it up and reattached it with the blue ribbon.
Mint.
"Hello Mint!" James whispered.
The owl looked intelligently at him and blinked twice.
"Hey, Romeo does that too!"
Then James received an idea. A beautifully, scheming idea.
He let Romeo out from his cage and spoke to him, "Romeo," he said, grinning.
"Escort the lady home."
James laughed as Romeo puffed up with importance and flew off with Mint at his side. James watched the owls disappear into the night. Then a thought struck him, Lily's mum has an owl.
Her mum, not Lily.
Lily's mum wasn't a witch.' How curious', he thought. He would have lingered on the thought, but he felt very suddenly exhausted.
He gave into it, sunk into his bed, and slept.
The first thing James's brain registered was the sound of muffled shouting. Then it all rushed back to him, his parents were yelling at his nineteen- year-old sister for sneaking out the night before.
'Stupid Malfoy', James thought as he rolled from his bed a second time. His clock told him that it was well past the time he should have been up, and he nearly had a heart attack when he saw his empty owl cage.
James was always a little slow in the morning, so it took him a few seconds to remember he sent Romeo off with Mint.
James got dressed, gave his hair a good rumple, and double-checked that all of his things were in his trunk. Everything was there. Now all he had to do was get a snack and his trunk downstairs. Those things were easy, after all the Potters had the best house elves in the world. At least James thought so.
He sneaked from his room trying not to disrupt the false peace echoing from his sister's room. He plodded down the stairs and to the large stone and wood kitchen. His footsteps echoed as he crossed to the left counter. James wished Sirius would get here soon. The shouting began to echo again from upstairs, and then stopped again. James knew better than to think it had all blown over.
"Winnie?" James called.
A small house elf with a small pointy nose and big green eyes appeared at his feet.
"Stand up," James said smiling. "I just want my trunk brought down from my bed chamber, to the front door."
Winnie's already large eyes grew wider, and she stared with fear at him. He smiled. He knew she was afraid of going up into the war zone. He bent down, so he would be eye level and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Just be really quiet and do that invisible thing you do so well."
She nodded, hit herself on the head for being scared, and ran off in the direction of the back stairs. Or at least James heard her run off, she had turned herself invisible directly after punishing herself.
'I need food,' he thought. James turned to the counter. The food supply was kept else where in the Potter mansion. 'I need food . . .'
"Poppy!" he called.
A bright eyed, young house elf appeared with a pop, "Yes?"
When James was over his shock he asked Poppy to make him a snack for the Hogwarts Express, because his parents were too preoccupied with their current situation to give James any money. Poppy perked up at the request, he popped away.
James was laughing at Poppy's abrupt departure when he felt a small prod on his back. It was Winnie.
"Little master, your trunk is at the door."
"Thank you, Winnie."
"Your Welcome, little master." She curtsied and skipped away; happy she had received a thank you for work that she loved doing.
James loved the house elves. Just one was a blessing, but the Potters were definitely doubly blessed. James knew it full well.
"Little master."
"Oh! Poppy you startled me!"
Poppy's eyes filled with regret and he began to pound himself on the head. James grabbed Poppy's wrists, "No." Poppy looked at James, and James let go of his wrists.
'Little master, your food is on the counter." Then, quite suddenly, Poppy got a sparkle in his eyes and popped away. James idly wondered where poppy had gone. The thought was rapidly forgotten as James turned to the counter and gaped at the feast before him. Every type of wizard candy was there and a lunch for six people! As James gaped the door bell chimed. The chime of the bell seemed to wake him from hi state of astonishment.
"Poppy! Put all of this in a bag!" Poppy popped and quickly got to work as James ran to the door. He opened it to reveal,
"Maggie?"
"Hey Potter. Sirius is driving. He picked me up too."
James took it all in and said "Hold on a second! I need to get my stuff!"
James rushed back to the kitchen and Poppy handed him the food bag. The bag fit in James's pocket and was as light as a feather.
James looked skeptically at the little bag, and asked Poppy, "Is all of the food in this bag?"
"Yes little master!" he said grinning.
"All right . . . "
James ran back to the front door and grabbed the handle of his trunk. He pulled and heaved, and moved it two inches.
"James," Sirius called. "Put a weightless spell on the thing!"
"Okay." He said uneasily. He hesitated, the students of Hogwarts were not supposed to do magic outside of the school, but with all the recent deaths . . . they didn't say no.
Not specifically, no. . .
He made up his mind, put a weightless spell on the trunk and carried it out to the car.
James hopped in the front seat next to Sirius.
"Are you sure you can drive this?"
"Of course I can!"
James turned to Maggie in the back seat, "Can he drive this?"
"Can he drive? Yes. Well? Not exactly."
"You know," Sirius said as he pulled out from the Potter drive way. "'He' is sitting right here!"
Sirius laughed along with James and Maggie as they made their way through the muggle traffic to the train station, more specifically, Platform 9 ¾, even more detailed the Hogwarts Express, and from there to Hogwarts it self.
(End Chapter 2)
(For Lydia, Hannah, Sarah who rented the Harry Potter I movie and claimed that I HAD to watch it with them.)
-Another Beginning-
. . .Ten Years Earlier. . .
Lily awoke early enough to take shower and be ready to go by the time her mother was fixing breakfast. When she was finished packing up her trunk, she could hear her sister stirring in the next room.
Petunia had never been very keen on Lily becoming a witch. In fact, she rarely talked to Lily anymore. Lily missed the intimacy they had, but she would rather have Hogwarts.
Lily moved about her muggle bedroom, no wizard pictures, no spell books, and no self-moving objects. She didn't have any of that on display because her parent's muggle friends were always looking around her room, commenting on her delicate color scheme and praising her assortment of black and white photographs she had taken of London and the surrounding countryside.
Luckily for Lily, no one went into her closet. It was her one private place. In there she had magically enlarged it and put shelves in. All her old, some new, spell books were in there. She had beautiful pictures of Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, Platform 9 ¾, and her friends. All were moving, smiling, or just sitting soaking up some sun. Her most prized picture was that of Maggie and herself. It made her feel better to come in here and see all the familiar faces and places.
Lily was proud of her closet.
She sighed, grabbed the books she would need this school year and left her haven. She magically locked the door, shoved the books in her trunk, picked up her owl-less cage and left her muggle room with one last glance.
As she dragged her trunk down the hallway, Petunia emerged from her room. Petunia glanced over the things Lily was dragging from her room and said, "Is it that time of year again?"
"Yes." Lily calmly said.
Petunia heaved a great sigh and squeezed by Lily to go monopolize the bathroom. Lily pushed her trunk down stairs. It landed with a great THUD on the wooden floor at the foot of the stairs. She slid it in front of the door and walked into the elegant parlor. There sat her father, he looked majestic in his high backed reading chair with the newspaper covering his face.
"Good morning, Lovey," came the voice from behind the newspaper.
"Good morning, Dad," she said. "Can I have the car keys?"
"May I-" he corrected.
"May I have the car keys?"
"Your not running away are you?" he said, lowering the newspaper.
"No!"
"All right," he laughed as he handed over the keys. "I was just checking."
Lily lugged her trunk to the car and popped open the trunk of the car. There was no way she could haul that thing into the car. . .
She looked around, making sure no one was watching, and put a simple weightless spell on her Hogwarts trunk. When that was completed she swung the trunk into the car and checked one last time to see if she had everything. Books, owl treats, photo album, manual muggle camera, Hogwarts uniform and muggle clothes were all inside.
"Well that does it."
She snapped closed the trunks, Hogwarts and muggle car.
She stopped before entering the house. Instead she turned and scanned the sky, looking for her mother's owl, Mint. It was a beautiful creature, raven black with large pale green eyes. Her mother had an owl to use when she needed to send Lily anything at school. Of course Lily, the only witch in the family, had to use the school owls.
Mint was bringing news on what time her friend Maggie was arriving at Platform 9 ¾. Lily scanned with no avail. No owl . . . where could it be?
As Lily reached for the doorknob, she heard shouting from inside the house. Lily quietly slipped in and sneaked towards the kitchen, where her parents and Petunia were having a heated talk about . . . Lily.
"I'm not going with you!" Petunia screamed.
"Young lady," Lily heard her father's voice shaking with rage. "We are supporting Lily as a family. Did you hear that? FAMILY!"
"Petunia, you have to come." That was Lily's mother trying to keep peace. "We only have each other."
"Not me," Petunia was sounding very proud of herself. "I have a boyfriend. I have him as well."
"Child," now Father sounded tired. "If you come I will drive you and Vernon anywhere for your next date."
"Really?" Lily could almost see the smug expression on her sister's face.
He sighed, "Yes."
Lily decided to walk in before Petunia had her parents giving into her scheme anymore.
"Well," Lily happily said, "I'm ready."
Her Father lifted his head out of his hands, and smiled at Lily. He hated to see his daughter go away every year, but her saw her at Christmas and had her all summer. He rose to his full height of 6' 3" and offered his arm to his 5'3" wife.
"Shall we, lovely?"
Lily's mother giggled and took her husband's arm, "Yes, we shall."
Lily watched them pass out of the kitchen, happy as ever. Lily sighed and turned to Petunia. They stared blankly at one another. Until Petunia showed sings of boredom, turned on her heel and stomped from the muggle kitchen. Lily was even more surprised when Petunia ran back in the room and almost squeezed the life out of Lily.
"Why do you have to be a witch?'
Lily hugged her back and replied, "It's my destiny."
Petunia's hugged slacked off to nothing. She stepped back from Lily.
"I don't like your destiny."
That startled Lily, "Why?"
"You're not-- normal."
"Define 'normal'."
That stumped Petunia. But she replied, "Why can't you leave them?" She was starting to get annoyed by her sister's ignorance to the fact she was a freak.
Lily just smiled.
Petunia was flabbergasted. How could Lily be so ignorant? Then Petunia decided to not let Lily's lifestyle interfere with hers. From that moment on, Petunia had no sister. If Lily couldn't even see she was a freak, maybe Petunia would catch it. She shuddered at the thought.
"Bye Lily."
"What?"
Petunia didn't reply. She just turned and left the small white ad blue kitchen. Lily was puzzled. The puzzlement was pushed aside when she remembered she was going back to Hogwarts. Elation filled her. She skipped outside to the car where her family was already waiting. She smiled, took one last look at her muggle house and climbed into the car.
"Onwards to Hogwarts!' Lily shouted. Petunia shuddered and their parents laughed.
"Onwards!" echoed Father.
~-~-~-~-~-~
"The sun has yet to rise."
The stars were bright enough that James didn't notice. He lay sprawled on his bed, thinking, plotting, and scheming. James heard the door down the hallway creak open, then close. James knew it was his sister, sneaking back into the house. He knew not where she went, but he knew where ever it was it was with her boyfriend.
It was natural that the sixteen-year-old James Potter didn't like Baron. He was rude, crude, and had a bad attitude. James laughed to himself as he thought of the day Sirius came up with that line, Baron had cursed at James while Grace, his sister, was upstairs getting her jacket.
The only factor to increase his dislike of Baron was the fact he was a Malfoy.
Baron Malfoy was always rude to James, and his little brother Lucius mimicked him. James knew not how, but in some way, Baron had convinced his beautiful sister Grace to like him.
Like him enough to break almost every rule in the Potter household.
James sighed and rolled out of bed, it was 3 in the morning, but he knew he wouldn't sleep again tonight. He walked to his owl, which was sitting on his desk, and wrote a brief note on one of the scraps littering it.
Padfoot-
Can you come pick me up for Hogwarts? I have a feeling my parents will be busy with my sister. Yes, she was out again tonight. My dad had a house-elf stay up to watch the door. I don't want to bother them. Thanks!
-Prongs
Sirius sleepily glanced over the letter, and scribbled an answer on the back.
Prongs-
DEFINITELY.
-Padfoot
James smiled at the reply, and gave his owl an extra treat for being so rapid in his deliveries. His owl was pure black with large pale blue eyes. His mother had named it Romeo. His mother read, a lot. She especially loved Shakespeare. James thought it was an odd thing for a witch to love, but she threw aside stereotypes and read on. Tiffany Potter loved literature. They had dedicated one room in their large house, solely to books. His favorite part was the Quidditch section of the Potter library.
James was sorely tempted to go down now and look one last time, before he left for Hogwarts, to go through the collection, but James decided against it. He realized he would probably scare Poppy, the house elf whom had been told to watch the door. He puttered about his room for five minutes before an unfamiliar owl pecked at his window.
This owl looked familiar though.
James did a double take between his owl, and the new one.
His owl and the new one.
They were mirror images. He opened the window and the owl fluttered over to his desk. James was still bewildered when he noticed the trademark blue ribbon.
Maggie had sent him an owl.
James untied the letter from the owl and read the note.
J.P.-
Hey! How are you? I know it is early, but I thought you would be awake. I guess you are now, if your reading this! I wanted to show you Lily's mother's owl. Does she not look exactly like Romeo? Her name is Mint. If you could, when you're done goggling at the similarities, will you send Lily the enclosed letter? DON'T YOU READ IT! I'm not doing this because you're nice or anything . . . I just wanted to show you how similar the owls are. Thanks a million billion!
-M.A.
James noticed he had dropped the enclosed letter; he picked it up and reattached it with the blue ribbon.
Mint.
"Hello Mint!" James whispered.
The owl looked intelligently at him and blinked twice.
"Hey, Romeo does that too!"
Then James received an idea. A beautifully, scheming idea.
He let Romeo out from his cage and spoke to him, "Romeo," he said, grinning.
"Escort the lady home."
James laughed as Romeo puffed up with importance and flew off with Mint at his side. James watched the owls disappear into the night. Then a thought struck him, Lily's mum has an owl.
Her mum, not Lily.
Lily's mum wasn't a witch.' How curious', he thought. He would have lingered on the thought, but he felt very suddenly exhausted.
He gave into it, sunk into his bed, and slept.
The first thing James's brain registered was the sound of muffled shouting. Then it all rushed back to him, his parents were yelling at his nineteen- year-old sister for sneaking out the night before.
'Stupid Malfoy', James thought as he rolled from his bed a second time. His clock told him that it was well past the time he should have been up, and he nearly had a heart attack when he saw his empty owl cage.
James was always a little slow in the morning, so it took him a few seconds to remember he sent Romeo off with Mint.
James got dressed, gave his hair a good rumple, and double-checked that all of his things were in his trunk. Everything was there. Now all he had to do was get a snack and his trunk downstairs. Those things were easy, after all the Potters had the best house elves in the world. At least James thought so.
He sneaked from his room trying not to disrupt the false peace echoing from his sister's room. He plodded down the stairs and to the large stone and wood kitchen. His footsteps echoed as he crossed to the left counter. James wished Sirius would get here soon. The shouting began to echo again from upstairs, and then stopped again. James knew better than to think it had all blown over.
"Winnie?" James called.
A small house elf with a small pointy nose and big green eyes appeared at his feet.
"Stand up," James said smiling. "I just want my trunk brought down from my bed chamber, to the front door."
Winnie's already large eyes grew wider, and she stared with fear at him. He smiled. He knew she was afraid of going up into the war zone. He bent down, so he would be eye level and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Just be really quiet and do that invisible thing you do so well."
She nodded, hit herself on the head for being scared, and ran off in the direction of the back stairs. Or at least James heard her run off, she had turned herself invisible directly after punishing herself.
'I need food,' he thought. James turned to the counter. The food supply was kept else where in the Potter mansion. 'I need food . . .'
"Poppy!" he called.
A bright eyed, young house elf appeared with a pop, "Yes?"
When James was over his shock he asked Poppy to make him a snack for the Hogwarts Express, because his parents were too preoccupied with their current situation to give James any money. Poppy perked up at the request, he popped away.
James was laughing at Poppy's abrupt departure when he felt a small prod on his back. It was Winnie.
"Little master, your trunk is at the door."
"Thank you, Winnie."
"Your Welcome, little master." She curtsied and skipped away; happy she had received a thank you for work that she loved doing.
James loved the house elves. Just one was a blessing, but the Potters were definitely doubly blessed. James knew it full well.
"Little master."
"Oh! Poppy you startled me!"
Poppy's eyes filled with regret and he began to pound himself on the head. James grabbed Poppy's wrists, "No." Poppy looked at James, and James let go of his wrists.
'Little master, your food is on the counter." Then, quite suddenly, Poppy got a sparkle in his eyes and popped away. James idly wondered where poppy had gone. The thought was rapidly forgotten as James turned to the counter and gaped at the feast before him. Every type of wizard candy was there and a lunch for six people! As James gaped the door bell chimed. The chime of the bell seemed to wake him from hi state of astonishment.
"Poppy! Put all of this in a bag!" Poppy popped and quickly got to work as James ran to the door. He opened it to reveal,
"Maggie?"
"Hey Potter. Sirius is driving. He picked me up too."
James took it all in and said "Hold on a second! I need to get my stuff!"
James rushed back to the kitchen and Poppy handed him the food bag. The bag fit in James's pocket and was as light as a feather.
James looked skeptically at the little bag, and asked Poppy, "Is all of the food in this bag?"
"Yes little master!" he said grinning.
"All right . . . "
James ran back to the front door and grabbed the handle of his trunk. He pulled and heaved, and moved it two inches.
"James," Sirius called. "Put a weightless spell on the thing!"
"Okay." He said uneasily. He hesitated, the students of Hogwarts were not supposed to do magic outside of the school, but with all the recent deaths . . . they didn't say no.
Not specifically, no. . .
He made up his mind, put a weightless spell on the trunk and carried it out to the car.
James hopped in the front seat next to Sirius.
"Are you sure you can drive this?"
"Of course I can!"
James turned to Maggie in the back seat, "Can he drive this?"
"Can he drive? Yes. Well? Not exactly."
"You know," Sirius said as he pulled out from the Potter drive way. "'He' is sitting right here!"
Sirius laughed along with James and Maggie as they made their way through the muggle traffic to the train station, more specifically, Platform 9 ¾, even more detailed the Hogwarts Express, and from there to Hogwarts it self.
(End Chapter 2)
(For Lydia, Hannah, Sarah who rented the Harry Potter I movie and claimed that I HAD to watch it with them.)
