Okay, People! Fairy Tales
Lily seemed to be standing in a rather
small cabin with oversized furniture. She stepped over
to where she saw that three small children were
crowded around a fireplace with a colossal and gruff-
looking man. The children seemed around Lily's age.
"Where did you get it, Hagrid?" a boy with
flaming red hair, not unlike Lily's own, was leaning
over and looking into the depths of a large kettle. "It
must've cost you a fortune."
"Won it," the man answered. "Las' night. I
was down in the village havin' a few drinks an' I got
into a game o' cards with a stranger. Think he was
glad ter get rid of it, ter be honest."
"But what are you going to do with it when
it's hatched?" a girl with extraordinarily poufy hair
asked in a worried tone. The giant walked a few
steps to his bed and pulled out a book from under his
pillow.
"Well, I've bin doin' some reading'. Got
this outta the Library- Dragon Breeding for Pleasure
and Profit- it's a bit outta date, o' course, but it's all in
here. Keep the egg in the fire, 'cause their mothers
breathe on 'em, see, an' when it hatches, feed it ona
bucket of brandy mixed with chicken blood every half
hour-"the girl gagged as the red-haired boy pulled a
face. "- An' see here- how ter recognize diff'rent eggs-
what I got there's a Norwegian Ridgeback. They'r
rare, them."
He had an innocently pleased look on his face, unlike
the girl. She looked rather enraged at the man's
foolishness, although unwilling to show it. The red-
haired boy grimaced, and then Lily turned to the next
boy. For some reason, Lily's gaze stopped on him for a
long time. The girl said, "But Hagrid, you live in a
wooden house." As the man bustled over to the
fireplace, humming merrily, Lily wondered why the boy
with this last boy seemed so oddly familiar. He had
extremely unruly black hair, and was about average
height, although he was extremely skinny. It was his
eyes. They were her own. They were the same
startling green ones that looked back at her from the
mirror, that nobody else in her family had. The
surprising thing was that by looking at this boy, she
saw the magic in her own eye, the glint that could
never be reflected in a mirror. And then...
"Lily," a soft voice whispered, the owner of which gently
woke the girl. The girl with the flaming red hair turned
over and groaned.
"Please... one more minute, Ronai...
T'was such a good dream," she sighed. The motherly-
looking woman smiled and laughed.
"But my dear, you must wake up! It is the
last month of summer holiday, know? We are going to
your grandparents' house!" When the girl did not
move, the woman continued in her deep and soothing
accent. "There will be a party, and it will be very grand,
Lily. And- you will be able to wear your beautiful new
dress!" Lily snorted. "I shan't tell you any more stories
about the phoenix bird if you don't get up, Lily," she
taunted. The girl shot out of bed and into the
bathroom. Ronai gave a benign smile and walked out
of the room. Lily remembered nothing of her dream.
She did not even notice that the letter from a few nights
before that she had set on her bureau was missing.
As Lily hurriedly brushed her teeth, she
though to herself. "I wonder what Ronai's story will
be... I really want to hear more about that Dragon-
what was it? A Nor-nor-North American Ride-on-
Back? No...no- a Norwegian Ridgeback! That's it!"
she thought with pride. She spat out her toothpaste
and proceeded to wash her face.
"I hope Petunia doesn't barge in on the
story like last time..." she thought with a grimace.
She had not heard the end of the story because her
sister had complained that she wasn't getting her
proper "beauty sleep." Lily liked to think that she
always gave into this excuse because Petunia needed
all the beauty sleep she could get with her looks. She
grinned to herself, her bright green eyes twinkling with
the smile of children with their own special treasure,
all to themselves.
She nimbly skipped out and slid down the
sharply-twisting banister and landed gracefully on her
toe. She did a small curtsy to her invisible
crowd. "Thank you, thank you!" Lily did not know
anyone else who could perform that particular feat.
The staircase turned in such sudden places that any
normal person would topple off. Everyone gaped in
awe when Lily performed her trick, except for Ronai,
who would get a wondering look upon her face.
Much to Petunia's annoyance, Lily was at
the top of everything, and although one would think,
after getting to know the mischief-maker, that she
would not like this, that was not the case, because after so many
years of being unbeatable, she would not be capable
of easily adjusting to second-best. As she was
headed to a boarding school this year, where there
were many girls, a few of which were probably cleverer
than Lily, she would definitely have a problem.
"Lily!" her mother and fathers' voices
called through the halls. "Dearest- we must be going
soon, after a light breakfast." Lily reached the kitchen,
ruffled little Harry's red hair and plopped down next to
her father. As Lily began to butter her toast, she
noticed an interesting article in the paper. She picked
it up and began to read it. At the top, it read,
"Mysterious deaths all through London." Supposedly
quite a few people had been killed with looks of terror
upon their faces. Suddenly a hand snatched the
paper from Lily.
"Lily," Ronai chided. "You really don't want
to go reading stories like that- they could give you
nightmares, and you'll want to sleep in your parents
room for the next month," Ronai said in concern. Lily
went red as Ronai turned back. Despite Lily's trouble-
making, scheming, and daring persona, when it came
down to it, Lily was quite pathetic. She had to
admit that she was really rather (what's a better way of
saying wimpy?) when she imagined
something bad happening to her when she wasn't
able to defend herself. She glanced over at her father,
who was gazing, puzzled, at the paper.
"What- what are you talking about?"
"That article, daddy."
"The one about the bungee-jumping cat?
Well, I don't really understand how you could be
scared by that... I didn't think Lily had a fear of
heights..." Lily crinkled her nose. What was her father
talking about? There was absolutely nothing in the
paper about any bungee-jumping cats. That was just
stupid. She rolled her eyes. Sometimes her dad tried
too hard to be funny. The next few weeks were bound
to be boring as usual, as her grandparents seemed to
enjoy bragging about them than actually talking to
them.
"Lily, would you mind fetching your sister,
please?" her mother called absentmindedly as she
flipped pancakes. "She needs to eat something
before we leave." Lily obeyed and headed to the hall,
glancing out the window.
She stopped and frowned. Just a minute ago it had
been perfectly sunny outside. She shook her head,
confused, and almost ran into Petunia, her tall twin.
She quickly sidestepped out of the way, tweaking her
twin sister's nose tauntingly and said in her sing-song
voice, "Petuuuuuunia, mummy wants you to eat your
breakfast- she made pancakes, but I personally think
that sugar cubes and carrots are better horse-food."
"Ughhh- Shuttup, Lily, and let me through!" Lily pulled
some of Petunia's limp dirty-blond hair, held together
mostly by a vast quantity of hairpins. There was a
minor scuffle, which Lily escaped by locking Petunia
into the cupboard under the stairs.
"Now, Petunia," Lily said, in her best mock-psychiatrist
voice through the grate as she leant against the
door, "why do you always feel the need to tease your
sister? Is it because you feel insecure- or because
you have some sort of an inferiority complex?
Hmmm..." she feigned a thinking face as her sister
grumbled and turned around in the closet. "Or maybe,
you're just jeal-"at that moment, Petunia broke out,
holding up a severely bent hairpin.
"Now, tell me, Lily. What's there to be jealous of? Why
do you always act so...weird? Is it because you are
hiding your true self, or were you just born that way?"
Lily took a deep breath and walked away. ( Hey- don't
feel sorry for either of them- they both taunt each
other - you can wait till later to decide whom you pity)
"Dears- I don't think we'll be able to go today- there's a
huge storm forecast... And d'you know- that's the
oddest thing. I went out this morning to load the boot,
and it was perfectly sunny..." her father said.
"Well- you girls can go off and play, I suppose," Mrs.
Evans said. Lily took hold of Ronai's hand and led her to the library, as was their own tradition. Ronai began her story.
"All right, Lily. This story is about a giant- a giant named Rubeus who-"
"I had a dream about a giant last night!"
"Really?" Ronai asked. "Tell me about it."
"hmm... to tell the truth, I honestly don't remember much..."
"Nothing?"
"Well- there was something about a dragon, I think...
Yes! There was the giant who had smuggled
the egg, I think..."
"Hagrid..."
"What?"
"The man's name. Was it Hagrid?"
"...Yes! That's it!-How'd you know that?"
"Hagrid is a man I know. He's half-giant, and he is the
gamekeeper at a school of magic. He's the sort of
person who would smuggle a dragon egg into his
cabin."
"Ronai- you said that there are schools that teach
magic." Ronai nodded solemnly. "Tell me about
them."
"Well- there's one in Scotland- well- nobody actually
knows where it is, but I'm sure that it is in Scotland.
When you're eleven years old, if you have magic in
your blood, you are sent a letter, inviting you to go. You
can learn to cast spells and all sorts of things. The
headmaster is a kind old man named Albus
Dumbledore. He has a phoenix for a pet."
"Really? I wish I could go to a magic school..."
"Why shouldn't you be able to go, Lily?"
"Because there is no such thing!"
"Nonsense! Lily- you received the letter. I
found it on your bureau the other morning. They won't
stop coming until you write back." There was a very
weird silence. Just a few minutes ago, Lily had been
wishing that fairy tales were real, and now that they
were, she was sitting aghast with her mouth hanging
open. Ronai pulled the letter out from within the
depths of her apron and set it in Lily' s lap. It was one
of the letters!
"Lily- we must get your supplies and take you to
school soon- or you may lose your chance to learn
magic!"
Lily was confused. Why hadn't Ronai ever told her
before? "This has to be some sort of a mistake..."
"No, Lily! Don't you understand? All the odd things
that happen to you- they're because you are indeed
different- you are different because you have magic in
you!" There was yet another pause, and Ronai
sighed. "Would you believe me if I told you that I went
to Beauxbatons? Watch." Ronai pulled a long piece
of wood out of her pocket and said some words. She
tapped a small trinket on Lily's bedside table, and it
turned into a large lamp. There was a pop and Ronai
disappeared, only to reappear on Lily's other side. Lily
was now cowering with fear, hidden under her
blanket.
"Lily," Ronai said gently. "Now do you understand? All
the stories that I have ever told you are real." At this,
Lily's eyes lit up.
"Can I go?"
"Of course- but your parents cannot know about this."
"But how- that's impossible!"
"Wizards and witches can do many things. Just you
wait. You'll see at school."
"But my parents would never pay for me to go to magic
school!" The look in Ronai's eyes was a sad one.
"Lily, I have no heir. I lost my children a long, long time
ago. You are like a daughter to me, though, and I have
enough money in my vault left from my Auror days to
pay for a bit more than one person's schooling."
"What's an Auror?"
"They hunt down the dark wizards and put them in the
wizard prison."
"There are dark wizards?"
"Of course. Anyone can be evil." There was a pause.
"When do we go to get supplies and all without mum and dad finding out?"
"Well, I changed the view through the windows, so
your parents only think that there is a storm. I also
bewitched the television, so the man says that there's a storm."
"Wow..." Ronai laughed.
"We could go today by Floo Powder. You can travel
through the fireplaces. Come."
Ronai led Lily to her quarters. Surprisingly, no one in
the family had ever been in there.
Lily was amazed when she entered. All the stuff from
her fairy tales had been right there all along.
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Lily seemed to be standing in a rather
small cabin with oversized furniture. She stepped over
to where she saw that three small children were
crowded around a fireplace with a colossal and gruff-
looking man. The children seemed around Lily's age.
"Where did you get it, Hagrid?" a boy with
flaming red hair, not unlike Lily's own, was leaning
over and looking into the depths of a large kettle. "It
must've cost you a fortune."
"Won it," the man answered. "Las' night. I
was down in the village havin' a few drinks an' I got
into a game o' cards with a stranger. Think he was
glad ter get rid of it, ter be honest."
"But what are you going to do with it when
it's hatched?" a girl with extraordinarily poufy hair
asked in a worried tone. The giant walked a few
steps to his bed and pulled out a book from under his
pillow.
"Well, I've bin doin' some reading'. Got
this outta the Library- Dragon Breeding for Pleasure
and Profit- it's a bit outta date, o' course, but it's all in
here. Keep the egg in the fire, 'cause their mothers
breathe on 'em, see, an' when it hatches, feed it ona
bucket of brandy mixed with chicken blood every half
hour-"the girl gagged as the red-haired boy pulled a
face. "- An' see here- how ter recognize diff'rent eggs-
what I got there's a Norwegian Ridgeback. They'r
rare, them."
He had an innocently pleased look on his face, unlike
the girl. She looked rather enraged at the man's
foolishness, although unwilling to show it. The red-
haired boy grimaced, and then Lily turned to the next
boy. For some reason, Lily's gaze stopped on him for a
long time. The girl said, "But Hagrid, you live in a
wooden house." As the man bustled over to the
fireplace, humming merrily, Lily wondered why the boy
with this last boy seemed so oddly familiar. He had
extremely unruly black hair, and was about average
height, although he was extremely skinny. It was his
eyes. They were her own. They were the same
startling green ones that looked back at her from the
mirror, that nobody else in her family had. The
surprising thing was that by looking at this boy, she
saw the magic in her own eye, the glint that could
never be reflected in a mirror. And then...
"Lily," a soft voice whispered, the owner of which gently
woke the girl. The girl with the flaming red hair turned
over and groaned.
"Please... one more minute, Ronai...
T'was such a good dream," she sighed. The motherly-
looking woman smiled and laughed.
"But my dear, you must wake up! It is the
last month of summer holiday, know? We are going to
your grandparents' house!" When the girl did not
move, the woman continued in her deep and soothing
accent. "There will be a party, and it will be very grand,
Lily. And- you will be able to wear your beautiful new
dress!" Lily snorted. "I shan't tell you any more stories
about the phoenix bird if you don't get up, Lily," she
taunted. The girl shot out of bed and into the
bathroom. Ronai gave a benign smile and walked out
of the room. Lily remembered nothing of her dream.
She did not even notice that the letter from a few nights
before that she had set on her bureau was missing.
As Lily hurriedly brushed her teeth, she
though to herself. "I wonder what Ronai's story will
be... I really want to hear more about that Dragon-
what was it? A Nor-nor-North American Ride-on-
Back? No...no- a Norwegian Ridgeback! That's it!"
she thought with pride. She spat out her toothpaste
and proceeded to wash her face.
"I hope Petunia doesn't barge in on the
story like last time..." she thought with a grimace.
She had not heard the end of the story because her
sister had complained that she wasn't getting her
proper "beauty sleep." Lily liked to think that she
always gave into this excuse because Petunia needed
all the beauty sleep she could get with her looks. She
grinned to herself, her bright green eyes twinkling with
the smile of children with their own special treasure,
all to themselves.
She nimbly skipped out and slid down the
sharply-twisting banister and landed gracefully on her
toe. She did a small curtsy to her invisible
crowd. "Thank you, thank you!" Lily did not know
anyone else who could perform that particular feat.
The staircase turned in such sudden places that any
normal person would topple off. Everyone gaped in
awe when Lily performed her trick, except for Ronai,
who would get a wondering look upon her face.
Much to Petunia's annoyance, Lily was at
the top of everything, and although one would think,
after getting to know the mischief-maker, that she
would not like this, that was not the case, because after so many
years of being unbeatable, she would not be capable
of easily adjusting to second-best. As she was
headed to a boarding school this year, where there
were many girls, a few of which were probably cleverer
than Lily, she would definitely have a problem.
"Lily!" her mother and fathers' voices
called through the halls. "Dearest- we must be going
soon, after a light breakfast." Lily reached the kitchen,
ruffled little Harry's red hair and plopped down next to
her father. As Lily began to butter her toast, she
noticed an interesting article in the paper. She picked
it up and began to read it. At the top, it read,
"Mysterious deaths all through London." Supposedly
quite a few people had been killed with looks of terror
upon their faces. Suddenly a hand snatched the
paper from Lily.
"Lily," Ronai chided. "You really don't want
to go reading stories like that- they could give you
nightmares, and you'll want to sleep in your parents
room for the next month," Ronai said in concern. Lily
went red as Ronai turned back. Despite Lily's trouble-
making, scheming, and daring persona, when it came
down to it, Lily was quite pathetic. She had to
admit that she was really rather (what's a better way of
saying wimpy?) when she imagined
something bad happening to her when she wasn't
able to defend herself. She glanced over at her father,
who was gazing, puzzled, at the paper.
"What- what are you talking about?"
"That article, daddy."
"The one about the bungee-jumping cat?
Well, I don't really understand how you could be
scared by that... I didn't think Lily had a fear of
heights..." Lily crinkled her nose. What was her father
talking about? There was absolutely nothing in the
paper about any bungee-jumping cats. That was just
stupid. She rolled her eyes. Sometimes her dad tried
too hard to be funny. The next few weeks were bound
to be boring as usual, as her grandparents seemed to
enjoy bragging about them than actually talking to
them.
"Lily, would you mind fetching your sister,
please?" her mother called absentmindedly as she
flipped pancakes. "She needs to eat something
before we leave." Lily obeyed and headed to the hall,
glancing out the window.
She stopped and frowned. Just a minute ago it had
been perfectly sunny outside. She shook her head,
confused, and almost ran into Petunia, her tall twin.
She quickly sidestepped out of the way, tweaking her
twin sister's nose tauntingly and said in her sing-song
voice, "Petuuuuuunia, mummy wants you to eat your
breakfast- she made pancakes, but I personally think
that sugar cubes and carrots are better horse-food."
"Ughhh- Shuttup, Lily, and let me through!" Lily pulled
some of Petunia's limp dirty-blond hair, held together
mostly by a vast quantity of hairpins. There was a
minor scuffle, which Lily escaped by locking Petunia
into the cupboard under the stairs.
"Now, Petunia," Lily said, in her best mock-psychiatrist
voice through the grate as she leant against the
door, "why do you always feel the need to tease your
sister? Is it because you feel insecure- or because
you have some sort of an inferiority complex?
Hmmm..." she feigned a thinking face as her sister
grumbled and turned around in the closet. "Or maybe,
you're just jeal-"at that moment, Petunia broke out,
holding up a severely bent hairpin.
"Now, tell me, Lily. What's there to be jealous of? Why
do you always act so...weird? Is it because you are
hiding your true self, or were you just born that way?"
Lily took a deep breath and walked away. ( Hey- don't
feel sorry for either of them- they both taunt each
other - you can wait till later to decide whom you pity)
"Dears- I don't think we'll be able to go today- there's a
huge storm forecast... And d'you know- that's the
oddest thing. I went out this morning to load the boot,
and it was perfectly sunny..." her father said.
"Well- you girls can go off and play, I suppose," Mrs.
Evans said. Lily took hold of Ronai's hand and led her to the library, as was their own tradition. Ronai began her story.
"All right, Lily. This story is about a giant- a giant named Rubeus who-"
"I had a dream about a giant last night!"
"Really?" Ronai asked. "Tell me about it."
"hmm... to tell the truth, I honestly don't remember much..."
"Nothing?"
"Well- there was something about a dragon, I think...
Yes! There was the giant who had smuggled
the egg, I think..."
"Hagrid..."
"What?"
"The man's name. Was it Hagrid?"
"...Yes! That's it!-How'd you know that?"
"Hagrid is a man I know. He's half-giant, and he is the
gamekeeper at a school of magic. He's the sort of
person who would smuggle a dragon egg into his
cabin."
"Ronai- you said that there are schools that teach
magic." Ronai nodded solemnly. "Tell me about
them."
"Well- there's one in Scotland- well- nobody actually
knows where it is, but I'm sure that it is in Scotland.
When you're eleven years old, if you have magic in
your blood, you are sent a letter, inviting you to go. You
can learn to cast spells and all sorts of things. The
headmaster is a kind old man named Albus
Dumbledore. He has a phoenix for a pet."
"Really? I wish I could go to a magic school..."
"Why shouldn't you be able to go, Lily?"
"Because there is no such thing!"
"Nonsense! Lily- you received the letter. I
found it on your bureau the other morning. They won't
stop coming until you write back." There was a very
weird silence. Just a few minutes ago, Lily had been
wishing that fairy tales were real, and now that they
were, she was sitting aghast with her mouth hanging
open. Ronai pulled the letter out from within the
depths of her apron and set it in Lily' s lap. It was one
of the letters!
"Lily- we must get your supplies and take you to
school soon- or you may lose your chance to learn
magic!"
Lily was confused. Why hadn't Ronai ever told her
before? "This has to be some sort of a mistake..."
"No, Lily! Don't you understand? All the odd things
that happen to you- they're because you are indeed
different- you are different because you have magic in
you!" There was yet another pause, and Ronai
sighed. "Would you believe me if I told you that I went
to Beauxbatons? Watch." Ronai pulled a long piece
of wood out of her pocket and said some words. She
tapped a small trinket on Lily's bedside table, and it
turned into a large lamp. There was a pop and Ronai
disappeared, only to reappear on Lily's other side. Lily
was now cowering with fear, hidden under her
blanket.
"Lily," Ronai said gently. "Now do you understand? All
the stories that I have ever told you are real." At this,
Lily's eyes lit up.
"Can I go?"
"Of course- but your parents cannot know about this."
"But how- that's impossible!"
"Wizards and witches can do many things. Just you
wait. You'll see at school."
"But my parents would never pay for me to go to magic
school!" The look in Ronai's eyes was a sad one.
"Lily, I have no heir. I lost my children a long, long time
ago. You are like a daughter to me, though, and I have
enough money in my vault left from my Auror days to
pay for a bit more than one person's schooling."
"What's an Auror?"
"They hunt down the dark wizards and put them in the
wizard prison."
"There are dark wizards?"
"Of course. Anyone can be evil." There was a pause.
"When do we go to get supplies and all without mum and dad finding out?"
"Well, I changed the view through the windows, so
your parents only think that there is a storm. I also
bewitched the television, so the man says that there's a storm."
"Wow..." Ronai laughed.
"We could go today by Floo Powder. You can travel
through the fireplaces. Come."
Ronai led Lily to her quarters. Surprisingly, no one in
the family had ever been in there.
Lily was amazed when she entered. All the stuff from
her fairy tales had been right there all along.
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