"Well, hullo Harold!" said the bartender as they enter The Broken Pot.

"Hullo Joe!"

Harriett looked at Joe's nametag. "Hullo, Mr. Muggs."

"Oh, no, no, no. None of that 'Mr. Muggs' stuff! Call me Joe! And you are...?

"Harriett Porter." Everyone gasped at the mention of her name. She found this very odd and kind of funny.

"Did you just say... Harriett Porter?" Joe said, astonished.

"Yeah, why?"

"I don't know" Joe said, shrugging. "That's just a strangely familiar name. Oh, well. What happened to your eye?" He had noticed her scar.

"Well, um... I don't, really, know."

"Oh, well, you got to hate it when that happens!"

Harold laughed. 'Joe has all timers." This seemed odd. Joe only looked about 30.

"You mean Alzheimers?" asked Harriett.

"What's that?"

"Never mind"

"Anyway, he's always forgetting things. I can't believe he forgot you, though! He's been raving about meeting you all day!"

"Why?"

"You're pretty much famous in the wizarding world!"

"The wizarding world?!" Harriett was starting to think that Harold might be a loon...

"Yeah... Blimey! Don't tell me they didn't even tell you magic was real! I bet they didn't tell you that you were a witch either! How were they able to explain your parents' death!?" Harriett found her self, ounce again, wide-eyed. Not only had Harold just mentioned that he knew how her parents died but that she was a WITCH!?

"The train accident?'

"TRAIN ACCEDENT!? Why, I knew those Dudleys would be the worst kind of muggle!"

"Muggle?" Harriett thought to herself.

"Muggle?" Harriett said.

"It's what we call nonmagical folks." Was Harold's answer.

"Um, Harold?"

"Yeah?"

"How did my parents die?"

"Oh... Well, that's a story you need to hear" Harriett followed Harold over to a table in a corner of the room. 'There are good wizards and bad wizards in the world, Harriett. One wizard is so evil that people fear his name. This wizard is out to destroy all good. The only man this extremely evil wizard fears is Dumbledude. We call this wizard What's-his-name, thanks to Joe. What's-his-name was out to get your parents, Harriett. He asked them to follow him and they refused. Be proud of your parents, Harriett. They were very brave and fought a hard fight, but no one could have escaped the spell What's-his-name used. He used a spell that instantly takes the life of the one it is cast upon. No one has ever survived it... except, one person"

"Who?"

'You did, Harriett! You did!"

"I did!?"

"Yeah! I know! It's amazing! That's why you're so famous! You escaped What's-his-name with nothing but that scar." Harold pointed at her 'X' scar and Harriett felt it with her fingers. Everything made so much sense now. As sad as she was about her parents and as mad as she was at What's-his-name, she was happy to understand everything finally.

"What's his name?"

"That's what we call him"

"No. I mean what's his name?"

"Exactly"

"No! I mean what is his name?!"

"Oh! Well, I can't tell you that here. Everyone will go crazy!"

"So? Sounds like fun!" Harriett joked.

"Oh, come now. We can't do that."

"I know. I just think I deserve to know the name of the man who killed my parents"

"I'll tell you at Dragon Alley." Harriett ignored the mention of Dragon Alley. She wanted to know who killed her parents.

"Harold. Who killed my parents?" Harriett said, very seriously. She had finally lost her patience for the night. Harold looked at Harriett, as if he were deciding weather he should tell her or not.

"Okay..." he said finally. "I'll tell you, now. You do deserve to know." Harold leaned in close so only they could hear what he said. "His name is Lord Baltimore."

"Lord Balti-"Harriett started to say kind of loudly.

"SHHHH!!! Just call him 'What's-his-name'"

"What's-his-name? How creative..." Harriett said sarcastically.

"Well, Joe calls him Voldemort. He's kind of a nut. He called you Harry Potter earlier!" Harold laughed at this.

"So, what happened to Vold- sorry, I mean what happened to What's-his-name after I survived?"

"The spell somehow reflected off of you and onto him"

"So, he's dead?' Harriett asked, smiling.

"No, but he became very weak and just... disappeared."

"Oh." Harriett frowned again. It was Baltimore's fault Harriett's parents were dead. It was his fault she lived with the Dudleys. It was his fault her life was so mysterious and miserable until now. Not only this, but he was evil destroyed many other people's live, too. Harriett wouldn't have minded him dead.