The man, the woman, and the pride and joy of them both ran out to the car that waited in the driveway of their old, enchanted Victorian. Dobby ran up from behind them carrying a large, leather-bound book with a jeweled cover, "Miss, Miss... You forgot your book...Miss?"
The little eleven year old girl faltered and turned around with a small smile, "Oh, yes, thank you, Dobby. I just don't know what I would do without you."
She leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the head, then let the book weigh her down. The girl, very sweet in nature and even in temperament, scampered after her father to the car. "Daddy? How long is it going to take to get there? Are you going to use magic? When can I use magic? How long is going to take to learn a spell? Are the tests hard? How are we sorted...?"
A million questions just poured out of the little girl's mouth, each more frustrated than its predecessor. Harry turned around in a very stern manner with a solemn expression and said to his daughter, "Well, I'm afraid it's not going to be easy. Fifteen minutes, eventually, as soon as you're instructed to, not long because you have your mum's study habits and my ability, no, and you have to wrestle a troll. Anything else?" the man added with a small chuckle.
The little girl looked a wee bit shocked. She blushed and made a quick nervous chuckle, "Oh, is that all..."
Hermione, now a beautiful mother, threw a stern look at Harry who was now starting to crack, and then turned an endearing look of adoration to Amanda, "Manda, Dear, as for being sorted, you won't have to wrestle a troll. That's ridiculous, Harry, don't scare her! My dear, it's only a half- giant you need to befriend. That's all."
Amanda began to turn a pale peach color as the blood started to drain from her face, "A giant? But... but....Ginger said those are dangerous! They can tear you apart! Limb by limb," she started to demonstrate in the air with mad fumbling movements, "See? Like this. They can rip you to pieces!"
With a final outburst, she "exploded" and fell backwards into the car. "Are you sure? Do I have to go?"
The little eleven year old girl faltered and turned around with a small smile, "Oh, yes, thank you, Dobby. I just don't know what I would do without you."
She leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the head, then let the book weigh her down. The girl, very sweet in nature and even in temperament, scampered after her father to the car. "Daddy? How long is it going to take to get there? Are you going to use magic? When can I use magic? How long is going to take to learn a spell? Are the tests hard? How are we sorted...?"
A million questions just poured out of the little girl's mouth, each more frustrated than its predecessor. Harry turned around in a very stern manner with a solemn expression and said to his daughter, "Well, I'm afraid it's not going to be easy. Fifteen minutes, eventually, as soon as you're instructed to, not long because you have your mum's study habits and my ability, no, and you have to wrestle a troll. Anything else?" the man added with a small chuckle.
The little girl looked a wee bit shocked. She blushed and made a quick nervous chuckle, "Oh, is that all..."
Hermione, now a beautiful mother, threw a stern look at Harry who was now starting to crack, and then turned an endearing look of adoration to Amanda, "Manda, Dear, as for being sorted, you won't have to wrestle a troll. That's ridiculous, Harry, don't scare her! My dear, it's only a half- giant you need to befriend. That's all."
Amanda began to turn a pale peach color as the blood started to drain from her face, "A giant? But... but....Ginger said those are dangerous! They can tear you apart! Limb by limb," she started to demonstrate in the air with mad fumbling movements, "See? Like this. They can rip you to pieces!"
With a final outburst, she "exploded" and fell backwards into the car. "Are you sure? Do I have to go?"