Lindy blinked. "Oh, no, don't give me a whole load of bullshit about magic
and stuff! That is so pathetic! What do you think I am, five years old?"
Harry sighed. "I thought it might come to this. I'm getting into even more trouble now, but if you won't believe me I'll have to show you."
He pulled out his wand and calmly levitated a fallen tree branch.
She gasped and jumped back. "Wh-what? How? What?"
"Okay, now you believe me. So, some people are born with this special talent. Mostly it runs in families, but sometimes it doesn't. We can see things that are magical, and with a wand, we can do magic. Then there's everyone else. You're called Muggles. Like I said, occasionally a witch or a wizard is born to a Muggle family. In that case, the parents are sometimes told about us. Otherwise, we have to keep you from finding out at all costs. What I showed you just now would get me expelled under normal circumstances."
She stared at him in horror. Then she frowned. "What, from St Brutus's?"
"From Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Dursleys tell everyone I go to St Brutus's - well, they could hardly tell the truth, could they?"
"This - this is - I don't believe this!"
"You'd better believe it. Because not all of us are good."
"What?"
"Ever heard of Black Magic? That exists too. There's this really evil guy called Tom Riddle, only he calls himself Lord Voldemort because he has this massive ego trip thing, and he also hates Muggles - he was named after his Muggle father."
"Oh. So - is HE the one that kidnapped us? What does he want, ransom money?"
"No. He wants to kill me."
"Oh."
"He'll probably kill you, too." Harry said gloomily. "He murdered an innocent boy from my school, year before last, just because he was there. You're a Muggle. He wouldn't hesitate to kill you."
"Um... that's really comforting Harry. So why does he hate you so much?"
"Because I'm supposed to kill him."
"You what?"
"Oh, there was this prophecy thing... he found out about it when I was one. He turned up at our house one day and killed my parents. He tried to kill me, too, but my mother did this - this thing, as she died, so he - he couldn't kill me, the curse bounced off and hit him and I - I got this scar and the Dursleys!"
She looked at him closely and saw that he was near battling tears. "Oh, Harry!" She couldn't help herself - she wrapped her arms around him and held him as great sobs wracked his body.
"Harry, it's okay," she murmured, "you can cry, it's okay, it's alright."
He pulled away suddenly, his hand to his scar. "It's not okay. He's here."
Harry sighed. "I thought it might come to this. I'm getting into even more trouble now, but if you won't believe me I'll have to show you."
He pulled out his wand and calmly levitated a fallen tree branch.
She gasped and jumped back. "Wh-what? How? What?"
"Okay, now you believe me. So, some people are born with this special talent. Mostly it runs in families, but sometimes it doesn't. We can see things that are magical, and with a wand, we can do magic. Then there's everyone else. You're called Muggles. Like I said, occasionally a witch or a wizard is born to a Muggle family. In that case, the parents are sometimes told about us. Otherwise, we have to keep you from finding out at all costs. What I showed you just now would get me expelled under normal circumstances."
She stared at him in horror. Then she frowned. "What, from St Brutus's?"
"From Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Dursleys tell everyone I go to St Brutus's - well, they could hardly tell the truth, could they?"
"This - this is - I don't believe this!"
"You'd better believe it. Because not all of us are good."
"What?"
"Ever heard of Black Magic? That exists too. There's this really evil guy called Tom Riddle, only he calls himself Lord Voldemort because he has this massive ego trip thing, and he also hates Muggles - he was named after his Muggle father."
"Oh. So - is HE the one that kidnapped us? What does he want, ransom money?"
"No. He wants to kill me."
"Oh."
"He'll probably kill you, too." Harry said gloomily. "He murdered an innocent boy from my school, year before last, just because he was there. You're a Muggle. He wouldn't hesitate to kill you."
"Um... that's really comforting Harry. So why does he hate you so much?"
"Because I'm supposed to kill him."
"You what?"
"Oh, there was this prophecy thing... he found out about it when I was one. He turned up at our house one day and killed my parents. He tried to kill me, too, but my mother did this - this thing, as she died, so he - he couldn't kill me, the curse bounced off and hit him and I - I got this scar and the Dursleys!"
She looked at him closely and saw that he was near battling tears. "Oh, Harry!" She couldn't help herself - she wrapped her arms around him and held him as great sobs wracked his body.
"Harry, it's okay," she murmured, "you can cry, it's okay, it's alright."
He pulled away suddenly, his hand to his scar. "It's not okay. He's here."
