Chapter 2: Warped and Twisted

When I sat down Stan came over and sat down next to me. I stared out the window and felt his eyes on me. I pretended I didn't notice. "Are you American?" he asked I slowly turned my head to face him. His lowered his gaze under my stare. "I was raised in an American orphanage, then they transferred me at another one in this country." He smiled "I noticed your accent was different from others" I nodded and sighed. "And I noticed you dressed differently to" Stan said in a polite voice.

I looked down at myself maybe I did look different. My hair was long, straight and black with red highlights. My eyes were caked with mascara and black eye shadow. My skin was pale, my lips were a dark purplish red. And my clothing can be described as eccentric. Dark cargo pants with heavy metal chains and silver studs. A deep leather trench coat over my cutoff shirts.

I looked like trash.

The bus came to a halt. Stan stood up. "Well were here!" he cried "We are? Wow that was fast" I cried out in disbelief.

"Well of course this bus is fast" he bragged, "It is in fact the fastest bus in all the world." I fell silent, gaping out the window, looking at some kind of inn.

"Well come with me Arwen! I'll get someone to help you..."

Stan led me to a run-down-looking-hotel with a sign that read the Leaky Cauldron. Pushing me inside with one hand and my suitcase in the other, Stan led me inside introducing me to a short man draped with long velvet robes. Come to think of it everyone was wearing robes and some with pointy hats.

Where the hell am I?

The man named Fudge gave me a look of confusion; I bet I was giving him the very same look. The he said, "Ok Stan you may get back to your job now I'll handle it from here"

Stan gave a nod, then he looked at me "Bye Arwen it was lovely meeting you" then he flashed a brilliant smile and ran off.

I wish he stayed I was getting real confused. Fudge looked down at me. "Don't you worry Arwen I'm going to be writing a letter to Proffesor Dumbledore, he'll know what to do...I assure you..." He paused for a second, surveying me, "Now," he continued "I suggest you come with me" What else could I do? Maybe I should run off I don't know who these people are. But surprise. "Yes sir!" I said loudly My curiosity always gets the better of me....

Fudge wrote something quick on a piece of paper with a quill and handed it to an owl. Is this some kind of joke? The owl flew off and Fudge turned back at me with a casual stare.

"Now listen to me carefully Arwen I want you to sit tight and wait while I get something for you to eat." Fudge left and went to the counter.

I wasn't feeling very hungry. My mind was spinning dizzy with so many questions. My mind went back to my old dreams. Deep at night when I go to sleep, I'll get these weird dreams, and I don't know what there trying to tell me. Does it have anything to do with my past, my future? One of the weirdest dreams I had was of that little girl with her long black hair. She was walking through a grand Cathedral and she stood there watching a happy wedding ceremony. And when the 2 couples kissed the bride collapsed to the floor and everything went black. Night Terrors, I was sick of them.

Fudge came back with some food. "Eat up" he ordered kindly. I stared at it consciously as if it was poisoned or something. But the smell made my mouth water. And I found myself eating my plate clean. Fudge just sat there as if waiting for something when a large owl landed neatly on our table.

Fudge took the envelope from the owl's beak and read the letter inside. He read it out loud to me.

Dear Fudge,

I've heard all about Elanor Lydia Black. And it would be nice if someone gave her a tour around Diagon Alley. According to her age level. get her supplies that are required for a 5th year. After that when the time comes make sure she boards on the Hogwarts express. Make sure she gets here safely at Hogwarts, Ill handle it from there.

Thank you,

Albus Dumbledore.

Fudge looked up. "Do not let your mind be troubled young lady I'll have someone escort you to a room and tomorrow Ill explain everything." He paused with a suspicious look on his face, frowning, his eyebrows creased, "By the way I thought your name was Arwen."

"A nickname," I lied.

He shrugged but he didn't look convinced and with that, a lady with a motherly smile took me to a empty room. When she left I collapsed on the bed and fell asleep, clearing my head of these wild fantasies, I was away from that place now, what could possibly go wrong?