Chapter 2: To London
She got onto a flight by a wizard aeroplane, which skipped past Madrid, Egypt and Russia, before landing near a muggle airport in the heart of London. Dumbledore and Fudge wasn't with her, as they had to stay behind to talk to the American Minister of Magic, before they left. Page was given instructions to go to a house in London, where she would meet the person in charge and to give them the letter from Dumbledore. Page got to the house in the early afternoon, on a Saturday. Her bags sat next to her as she knocked cautiously on the door, it took several minutes until a tall man, with blue eyes, and ragged torn clothes opened the door. "Hello, can I help you?" Looking at her inquisitively then smiled at her. "Yes, err, my name is Page Quinn, Albus Dumbledore told me to see you, and he gave me this to give to you." She brandished the letter and held it out for him, he took it and read it carefully. "Oh, Page yes of course, here let me help you with those bags." He helped her carry the bags into a damp dusty small living room. "My name is Remus Lupin, I've been looking forward to meeting you ever since Dumbledore told me about your relation to James and Harry. I must say it did shock me, but it is best for Harry. I also hear your taking up the defence against the dark arts job?" Page looked stunned on how much information was given to him, but she answered all the same. "Yes, I am. It was also a shock for me too. I know that people think the position is jinxed and all," Page opened up her bag and brought out her wand, she waved it about and produced a piece of parchment, and gave it to Remus. "It's my qualifications". "Oh, I don't need to see those, Dumbledore wants you, that's all I need to know." He said heartily and pulled out a chair for Page to sit on. "Dumbledore told me about you, and you used to teach the position as well." He took the parchment from Page as she was sitting on the chair, and read it all the same, "Wow, you taught in America, the Salem Witch School? I hear it's very good." "It is, I'm very sad to leave it, but as you know I really had no choice." Remus handed back the parchment. "Right, shall I show you where you going to stay for the rest of the holidays? Harry will be coming over tomorrow night, and by the look of the letter that you gave me from Dumbledore, he wants you to talk to the Dursely's and also Harry too. Harry knows he's being picked up, from someone from the Order, he just doesn't know its you." He said smiling deviously. Remus showed Page to her room. They trudged up stairs to the second floor and walked along the corridor to the third door on the left. The room looked quite dark and damp, but it didn't take long for the room to look bright and warm with a flick of Page's wand. Remus told Page that she was to meet Mrs Weasely, and her children, and to talk through the plan on getting Harry safely to the house the following morning. It didn't take long for Page to go to sleep, as the plane journey took its toll on her. As the sun rose through the dusty curtains of her bedroom, Page was up and dressed, in muggle clothes. As she walked out of her bedroom, she jumped at the sight of a pretty looking girl with big bushy brown hair. "Oh, I am sorry. I'm professor Quinn; I suppose Remus told you I was here? What's your name?" Page looked at her stunned face. "Um, I'm Hermione Granger, sixth year, I'm in Gryffindor. Yes Professor Lupin told me about you, and about Harry as well. I think it would be good for him to have someone who understands the magical world. The muggles he lives with are terrible to him." "Yes, so I have heard. Are you going down to breakfast? I'll cook you something to eat if you want?" "Sure, thank you." Hermione and Page spent most of the morning eating and talking about Harry. The kitchen was alight with warmth from the fire, they were in deep discussion about Salem Witch School, when a plump small woman with flaming red hair came in through the door. "Oh hello, Hermione, your up early. Ah yes, Page, it's nice to finally meet you, my name is Molly" She shook Page's hand and shook it as she looked at the left over food on Hermione and Page's plates. "There's some food in the bottom shelf if you want some Molly, I like cooking you see, so I thought I'd do people a favour and cook if for them, you don't mind do you?" "No, of course no, gives me time to get Ginny and Ron up, layabout's, they always want to have a lie in until about eleven in the morning. Eleven! Honestly." Just as Mrs Weasely said that, two children with the same flaming red hair came through the kitchen door, looking groggy and sleepy, they slumped into two chairs and started to fall asleep. "Ron! Ginny! How many times must I tell you to go to bed early? There is no point you two staying up half the night to try and hear what we talk about. I blame Fred and George," Page looked blankly at Ron and Ginny, "Good morning you two, I guess you slept well then?" Ron and Ginny hadn't noticed Page sitting there opposite them and looked shocked at the sight of seeing her. "My name is Professor Quinn, I'll be teaching you D.A.D.A." Everyone stared at her like just talked gobbledygook. "I'm sorry it's short term, for Defence Against the Dark Arts. American slang, you pick it up as you go along." Ron and Ginny both smiled, and shook her hand. "Sorry, professor, we are tired, but it's not because we have been trying to listen into the meetings! Mum! We have had to try and clean the house. It's been abandoned for over ten years, and the house elf, wont do any work." Hermione shot Ron an angry look. "Kreature is really old professor, and he deserves a break once in a while. If people will be nice to him like you Ron, then he wouldn't say those hateful words to us." Ignoring Hermione and Ron's argument Mrs Weasely caught Page's eye, "Oh yes, Remus told me you came from Salem Witch School. I have heard great things about the school. But I am sorry that you had to be taken away from there so quickly, still at least your home now." Hermione and Ron stopped abruptly and looked at Page. "You used to live in England professor?" Hermione asked curiously, not wanting to sound too interested. "Yes, I attended Hogwarts as well, about fifteen years ago. I was in Gryffindor too. I moved to America a couple of years ago." Page got up, waved her wand, and Hermione's plate and Page's plate, whizzed through the air and into the sink. She turned to Mrs Weasely, "Um Remus told me to ask you about the procedure on getting Harry here this afternoon?" "Oh yes, right out you lot." They all unwillingly traipsed back out of the room, when Remus came through the door, followed by an middle-aged wizard with a withered look on his face, with a pipe in between his teeth, and a pretty looking witch with shocking violent electric blue hair. "Morning, Molly. Page, this is Mundungus Fletcher and Tonks." To Tonks and Mundungus "This is Page Quinn, she'll be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, and will also be helping us to collect Harry." "Oh yes, hello Page, I don't suppose you have seen Mad-Eye-Moody have you? He's also meant to be helping us, with the defence for Harry, but now that we have you, I don't think we'll need him." Said Tonks brightly. "Now I'm absolutely starving, Dung, Remus you going to have some breakfast before we go?" "Yes why not, I can tell you about those flying carpets I have found near the M26, not bad either." Mundungus and Tonks were eating and talking, while Mrs Weasely kept shooting nervous looks at them. "Right then," Remus said turning to Page "we will go by muggle car, Mundungus will be driving, and unfortunately we can't use the floo-network because the muggles have concreted their fire or disapperate, because Harry can't, flying is no good, because its broad-daylight. So it's cars. And also, it might make a slight impression on those muggles Harry lives with. Mad Eye will be in the back with you and Tonks, and I'll be upfront with Mundungus. Any questions Page?" Page thought about making an impression by going in a muggle car wouldn't help much. Remembering what Dumbledore said about Arthur Weasely, and that the Dursely's are anti-magical. Didn't think it would help Harry much? "Um, no, I think we should leave as soon as possible. It's best to get Harry out of there. I do feel sorry for him, being cooped up like that for three weeks already." Suddenly the doorbell rang. And the voice of a shrieking woman was heard from in the hall, echoing through the whole house. "Filth! Scum! Half-breeds, Besmirching the house of my fathers!" "I really need to get that portrait of that blasted woman down." Remus headed off towards the hall, Page followed. Looking at Page's bewildered face, said "its Mrs Black, Sirius' mother. She put a permanent sticking charm on the back of the picture, we can't get it off." "Oh I know a good spell which would get her off the wall in no time. At Salem, we tested on permanent charms, it should be easy." Remus smiled at her as Molly came in, and struggled to pull the curtains around the shrieking picture, as Remus opened the door, a small frail looking old man with a bowler hat, which covered one eye, was standing in the doorway. "Hello Remus, is this Page? It's nice to meet you. My name is Mad-Eye" he said as he took off his hat to show Page, the startling blue eye, that whizzed about in it's socket "I'm glad you'll be talking to Dursely, I won't, nasty muggle that he is." He said in a gruff voice. Mad-Eye surveyed Page with his magical eye. Tonks, Mundungus, and Molly came into the hall to see who it was. "Right then shall we go?" Tonks said briskly, as they all got out into the warm August sunlight. Molly waved them goodbye, and off they went to Surrey to meet Harry.
She got onto a flight by a wizard aeroplane, which skipped past Madrid, Egypt and Russia, before landing near a muggle airport in the heart of London. Dumbledore and Fudge wasn't with her, as they had to stay behind to talk to the American Minister of Magic, before they left. Page was given instructions to go to a house in London, where she would meet the person in charge and to give them the letter from Dumbledore. Page got to the house in the early afternoon, on a Saturday. Her bags sat next to her as she knocked cautiously on the door, it took several minutes until a tall man, with blue eyes, and ragged torn clothes opened the door. "Hello, can I help you?" Looking at her inquisitively then smiled at her. "Yes, err, my name is Page Quinn, Albus Dumbledore told me to see you, and he gave me this to give to you." She brandished the letter and held it out for him, he took it and read it carefully. "Oh, Page yes of course, here let me help you with those bags." He helped her carry the bags into a damp dusty small living room. "My name is Remus Lupin, I've been looking forward to meeting you ever since Dumbledore told me about your relation to James and Harry. I must say it did shock me, but it is best for Harry. I also hear your taking up the defence against the dark arts job?" Page looked stunned on how much information was given to him, but she answered all the same. "Yes, I am. It was also a shock for me too. I know that people think the position is jinxed and all," Page opened up her bag and brought out her wand, she waved it about and produced a piece of parchment, and gave it to Remus. "It's my qualifications". "Oh, I don't need to see those, Dumbledore wants you, that's all I need to know." He said heartily and pulled out a chair for Page to sit on. "Dumbledore told me about you, and you used to teach the position as well." He took the parchment from Page as she was sitting on the chair, and read it all the same, "Wow, you taught in America, the Salem Witch School? I hear it's very good." "It is, I'm very sad to leave it, but as you know I really had no choice." Remus handed back the parchment. "Right, shall I show you where you going to stay for the rest of the holidays? Harry will be coming over tomorrow night, and by the look of the letter that you gave me from Dumbledore, he wants you to talk to the Dursely's and also Harry too. Harry knows he's being picked up, from someone from the Order, he just doesn't know its you." He said smiling deviously. Remus showed Page to her room. They trudged up stairs to the second floor and walked along the corridor to the third door on the left. The room looked quite dark and damp, but it didn't take long for the room to look bright and warm with a flick of Page's wand. Remus told Page that she was to meet Mrs Weasely, and her children, and to talk through the plan on getting Harry safely to the house the following morning. It didn't take long for Page to go to sleep, as the plane journey took its toll on her. As the sun rose through the dusty curtains of her bedroom, Page was up and dressed, in muggle clothes. As she walked out of her bedroom, she jumped at the sight of a pretty looking girl with big bushy brown hair. "Oh, I am sorry. I'm professor Quinn; I suppose Remus told you I was here? What's your name?" Page looked at her stunned face. "Um, I'm Hermione Granger, sixth year, I'm in Gryffindor. Yes Professor Lupin told me about you, and about Harry as well. I think it would be good for him to have someone who understands the magical world. The muggles he lives with are terrible to him." "Yes, so I have heard. Are you going down to breakfast? I'll cook you something to eat if you want?" "Sure, thank you." Hermione and Page spent most of the morning eating and talking about Harry. The kitchen was alight with warmth from the fire, they were in deep discussion about Salem Witch School, when a plump small woman with flaming red hair came in through the door. "Oh hello, Hermione, your up early. Ah yes, Page, it's nice to finally meet you, my name is Molly" She shook Page's hand and shook it as she looked at the left over food on Hermione and Page's plates. "There's some food in the bottom shelf if you want some Molly, I like cooking you see, so I thought I'd do people a favour and cook if for them, you don't mind do you?" "No, of course no, gives me time to get Ginny and Ron up, layabout's, they always want to have a lie in until about eleven in the morning. Eleven! Honestly." Just as Mrs Weasely said that, two children with the same flaming red hair came through the kitchen door, looking groggy and sleepy, they slumped into two chairs and started to fall asleep. "Ron! Ginny! How many times must I tell you to go to bed early? There is no point you two staying up half the night to try and hear what we talk about. I blame Fred and George," Page looked blankly at Ron and Ginny, "Good morning you two, I guess you slept well then?" Ron and Ginny hadn't noticed Page sitting there opposite them and looked shocked at the sight of seeing her. "My name is Professor Quinn, I'll be teaching you D.A.D.A." Everyone stared at her like just talked gobbledygook. "I'm sorry it's short term, for Defence Against the Dark Arts. American slang, you pick it up as you go along." Ron and Ginny both smiled, and shook her hand. "Sorry, professor, we are tired, but it's not because we have been trying to listen into the meetings! Mum! We have had to try and clean the house. It's been abandoned for over ten years, and the house elf, wont do any work." Hermione shot Ron an angry look. "Kreature is really old professor, and he deserves a break once in a while. If people will be nice to him like you Ron, then he wouldn't say those hateful words to us." Ignoring Hermione and Ron's argument Mrs Weasely caught Page's eye, "Oh yes, Remus told me you came from Salem Witch School. I have heard great things about the school. But I am sorry that you had to be taken away from there so quickly, still at least your home now." Hermione and Ron stopped abruptly and looked at Page. "You used to live in England professor?" Hermione asked curiously, not wanting to sound too interested. "Yes, I attended Hogwarts as well, about fifteen years ago. I was in Gryffindor too. I moved to America a couple of years ago." Page got up, waved her wand, and Hermione's plate and Page's plate, whizzed through the air and into the sink. She turned to Mrs Weasely, "Um Remus told me to ask you about the procedure on getting Harry here this afternoon?" "Oh yes, right out you lot." They all unwillingly traipsed back out of the room, when Remus came through the door, followed by an middle-aged wizard with a withered look on his face, with a pipe in between his teeth, and a pretty looking witch with shocking violent electric blue hair. "Morning, Molly. Page, this is Mundungus Fletcher and Tonks." To Tonks and Mundungus "This is Page Quinn, she'll be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, and will also be helping us to collect Harry." "Oh yes, hello Page, I don't suppose you have seen Mad-Eye-Moody have you? He's also meant to be helping us, with the defence for Harry, but now that we have you, I don't think we'll need him." Said Tonks brightly. "Now I'm absolutely starving, Dung, Remus you going to have some breakfast before we go?" "Yes why not, I can tell you about those flying carpets I have found near the M26, not bad either." Mundungus and Tonks were eating and talking, while Mrs Weasely kept shooting nervous looks at them. "Right then," Remus said turning to Page "we will go by muggle car, Mundungus will be driving, and unfortunately we can't use the floo-network because the muggles have concreted their fire or disapperate, because Harry can't, flying is no good, because its broad-daylight. So it's cars. And also, it might make a slight impression on those muggles Harry lives with. Mad Eye will be in the back with you and Tonks, and I'll be upfront with Mundungus. Any questions Page?" Page thought about making an impression by going in a muggle car wouldn't help much. Remembering what Dumbledore said about Arthur Weasely, and that the Dursely's are anti-magical. Didn't think it would help Harry much? "Um, no, I think we should leave as soon as possible. It's best to get Harry out of there. I do feel sorry for him, being cooped up like that for three weeks already." Suddenly the doorbell rang. And the voice of a shrieking woman was heard from in the hall, echoing through the whole house. "Filth! Scum! Half-breeds, Besmirching the house of my fathers!" "I really need to get that portrait of that blasted woman down." Remus headed off towards the hall, Page followed. Looking at Page's bewildered face, said "its Mrs Black, Sirius' mother. She put a permanent sticking charm on the back of the picture, we can't get it off." "Oh I know a good spell which would get her off the wall in no time. At Salem, we tested on permanent charms, it should be easy." Remus smiled at her as Molly came in, and struggled to pull the curtains around the shrieking picture, as Remus opened the door, a small frail looking old man with a bowler hat, which covered one eye, was standing in the doorway. "Hello Remus, is this Page? It's nice to meet you. My name is Mad-Eye" he said as he took off his hat to show Page, the startling blue eye, that whizzed about in it's socket "I'm glad you'll be talking to Dursely, I won't, nasty muggle that he is." He said in a gruff voice. Mad-Eye surveyed Page with his magical eye. Tonks, Mundungus, and Molly came into the hall to see who it was. "Right then shall we go?" Tonks said briskly, as they all got out into the warm August sunlight. Molly waved them goodbye, and off they went to Surrey to meet Harry.