CHAPTER SIX
It was 11:00 that night and Liv was lying on her bed listening to and old Doors record and thinking about the events of the last couple of hours. She was wondering about Harry and his peculiarities when she heard a thud on the glass of her balcony doors. She stood up and walked cautiously over to the French double doors when she saw that an old grey owl was lifelessly slumped on the balcony.
"What the-!" she exclaimed and rushed to the unconscious bird. She picked him up and noticed that there was a small brown package and a note tied to his foot. Her only thought was that it was from Harry explaining his sudden departure and his cousin's behavior earlier that night.
She unfolded the letter first to discover that it was not from Harry but to Harry. She read:
Dear Harry,
How is it at your uncle's house? I suspect it's bad so I enclosed something to help pass the time and Remus also sent you a little something of Sirius's he thought that you might like to have. I'll be seeing you very soon pal.
Ron
"Who sends letters by owl?" thought Liv to herself. She knew it was horribly nosy to read Harry's letter but she couldn't help it. Curiosity took over once again and she unwrapped the compact brown package to find a strange little cube with about a hundred little knobs attached to it. While she was looking at the cube she didn't notice that there was another thing enclosed in the package that slipped out and fell onto the floor unnoticed. It was a small vial filled with silvery liquid that lay ingnored on the blue carpet.
She turned the largest knob on the cube and a picture floated out from the cube and plastered itself to the wall, kind of like a projector but with no light involved. She saw a large family, all with red hair, eating supper in a tiny little kitchen and she heard them speak, as well.
"I wonder if Harry got his Peek-o-Cube," said one of the boys.
"That was a really sweet gesture," said a plump woman sitting at the head of the table. "I bet it works much better than the Sneak-o-Scope you gave him a couple of years ago."
"Well let's all wave to him, incase he's watching," said a teenage girl next to the boy who spoke before.
Liv couldn't stop watching it as the whole family waved at her then resumed eating their meal. They talked about strange things like magic, a place called Hogwarts, and something called Quidditch. "Could this be a new type of television or video camera?" Liv wondered. "Yes that must be it," she decided as she turned the knob once again and rewrapped the cube. But that still didn't explain the strange things the people spoke of.
"There is definitely more to Harry Potter than what meets the eye," she thought.
It was now 2:55 a.m. so Liv grabbed her guitar off its stand and stepped out onto the balcony like she promised she would and began playing the song that Harry had enjoyed so much the night before. Harry's light was still on and his figure was standing near the window but he didn't make any gesture to part the white curtains or raise the glass. He just stood there...
An hour later he was still standing there and Liv had played a multitude of songs and he still hadn't moved a muscle. She studied every feature of the window and the silhouette of Harry's lean but strong body.
"Harry!" she yelled. "Why are you leaving me out here?"
At this the silhouette vanished from view and he turned off the light and all was quiet. In spite of this, Liv refused to leave and she sat on the balcony and strummed her guitar all night with out a pause.
It was 11:00 that night and Liv was lying on her bed listening to and old Doors record and thinking about the events of the last couple of hours. She was wondering about Harry and his peculiarities when she heard a thud on the glass of her balcony doors. She stood up and walked cautiously over to the French double doors when she saw that an old grey owl was lifelessly slumped on the balcony.
"What the-!" she exclaimed and rushed to the unconscious bird. She picked him up and noticed that there was a small brown package and a note tied to his foot. Her only thought was that it was from Harry explaining his sudden departure and his cousin's behavior earlier that night.
She unfolded the letter first to discover that it was not from Harry but to Harry. She read:
Dear Harry,
How is it at your uncle's house? I suspect it's bad so I enclosed something to help pass the time and Remus also sent you a little something of Sirius's he thought that you might like to have. I'll be seeing you very soon pal.
Ron
"Who sends letters by owl?" thought Liv to herself. She knew it was horribly nosy to read Harry's letter but she couldn't help it. Curiosity took over once again and she unwrapped the compact brown package to find a strange little cube with about a hundred little knobs attached to it. While she was looking at the cube she didn't notice that there was another thing enclosed in the package that slipped out and fell onto the floor unnoticed. It was a small vial filled with silvery liquid that lay ingnored on the blue carpet.
She turned the largest knob on the cube and a picture floated out from the cube and plastered itself to the wall, kind of like a projector but with no light involved. She saw a large family, all with red hair, eating supper in a tiny little kitchen and she heard them speak, as well.
"I wonder if Harry got his Peek-o-Cube," said one of the boys.
"That was a really sweet gesture," said a plump woman sitting at the head of the table. "I bet it works much better than the Sneak-o-Scope you gave him a couple of years ago."
"Well let's all wave to him, incase he's watching," said a teenage girl next to the boy who spoke before.
Liv couldn't stop watching it as the whole family waved at her then resumed eating their meal. They talked about strange things like magic, a place called Hogwarts, and something called Quidditch. "Could this be a new type of television or video camera?" Liv wondered. "Yes that must be it," she decided as she turned the knob once again and rewrapped the cube. But that still didn't explain the strange things the people spoke of.
"There is definitely more to Harry Potter than what meets the eye," she thought.
It was now 2:55 a.m. so Liv grabbed her guitar off its stand and stepped out onto the balcony like she promised she would and began playing the song that Harry had enjoyed so much the night before. Harry's light was still on and his figure was standing near the window but he didn't make any gesture to part the white curtains or raise the glass. He just stood there...
An hour later he was still standing there and Liv had played a multitude of songs and he still hadn't moved a muscle. She studied every feature of the window and the silhouette of Harry's lean but strong body.
"Harry!" she yelled. "Why are you leaving me out here?"
At this the silhouette vanished from view and he turned off the light and all was quiet. In spite of this, Liv refused to leave and she sat on the balcony and strummed her guitar all night with out a pause.