Reality Check
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Chapter 4 ~ Discovery
Harry had fallen asleep on his bed, when less that half an hour later, he was awoken by a loud knock on the Dursley's front door. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, and walked out the door to the top of the stairs, hoping to get a glimpse of who was at the door.
Harry saw three people. Two, he didn't recognise, the other was Caprice. She saw him and waved happily. Vernon was talking to the two adults, who Harry assumed were Caprice's parents. Caprice ran up the stairs to talk to Harry.
'Guess what Harry? I asked mum and dad about you, and they said that you have to come to Diagon Alley or else!' Caprice said excitedly.
'Really? How cool! I hope I can get a wand too!' Harry whispered excitedly.
'Come on Caprice, Harry, let's go.' Mr Jenkins called up the stairs. Vernon tried to stop Harry from going, but Harry slipped out of his grasp and ran into the Jenkins's car.
'You'll be sorry boy!' Vernon called as they sped away in the expensive looking BMW.
'Are you excited Harry?' Caprice asked him.
'Yes! I want to get a wand, that's the main thing! Then I can curse Dudley, oh you'll have to teach me magic Caprice!' Harry said.
'I will, don't worry!' Caprice replied. 'I'll teach you all well and good.'
'So Harry, you have no idea who your parents are, do you?' Mrs Jenkins asked, turning around to face Harry. Her eyes trailed slightly to his forehead.
'I don't remember them, they died in a car crash when I was just a baby.' Harry said. Neither Mr or Mrs Jenkins said anything, they just exchanged worried looks.
'I'm going to get a cat!' Caprice said. 'And I'm going to walk around with a top hat, and a broom, and my cat, which I'm going to call Mesley, and she's going to be loyal.'
'Caprice, we said you could get an owl.' Mr Jenkins said.
'But I want a cat! It's like tradition for witches to have black cats.' Caprice whined.
'Caprice, cats are useless in the wizarding world in reality, on muggle television that is just a pretend wizarding world.' Mrs Jenkins explained.
'Muggle?' Harry asked curiously.
'Non magical folk.' Mrs Jenkins confirmed.
'Oh.' Harry looked out the window.
'So Harry dear, are you sure you haven't gotten a Hogwarts letter?' Mrs Jenkins asked curiously.
'I'm sure.' Harry replied.
'How strange.' Mr Jenkins said. Harry got the feeling they knew something he didn't know, and he didn't like it.
'Do you know something?' Harry asked.
'Something like what Harry dear?' Mrs Jenkins asked.
'I don't know, but you seem to know a lot more about me than you're saying.'
'You're very smart Harry, you should be a wizard.' Was all Mr Jenkins would say.
~***~
When they finally pulled up to a stop, Harry was feeling rather excited, as if he was the one going to Hogwarts and not Caprice.
'This way children.' Mrs Jenkins said, and led them into a place called "The Leaky Cauldron". It was crouded with many wizards and witches, some looking mean, and some looking like they could use a good shower.
Harry and Caprice were led out the back, into a small alley. Mr Jenkins walked to the far end of the alley and tapped his wand on the bricks. Harry and Caprice watched, amazed, as the solid brick wall opened to form an arch way, and a large wizard shopping alleyway appeared.
'Oh wow! It's so amazing!' Caprice said in awe. Harry was too shocked to say anything. Mr and Mrs Jenkins smiled.
'So, Caprice, we're here for you, where do you want to go first?' Mr Jenkins asked.
'Daddy, I want to go and get my wand first!' Caprice said eagerly.
'Okay Caprice, off to "Olivanders".' Mr Jenkins said, and led the children through the crouded Alley. Mrs Jenkins had said she was going to Gringotts, whatever that was, but Mr Jenkins seemed to know what she was talking about.
As they walked into the dusty old shop, a small tinkle of a bell could be heard. Mr Jenkins put a hand on his daughter and whispered that he had to leave, but he'd be back.
Caprice and Harry waited in the dimly lit store. A few minutes had passed before an old man with scruffy white hair appeared. He took one look at Harry and smiled, ignoring Caprice entirely.
'Ahh, Mr Potter, I was wondering when I would see you.' The old man said with a smile. Harry felt goosebumps trailing down his arms.
'I'm not here for me, I'm just with my friend Caprice, I'm not going to Hogwarts.' Harry said slowly. The old man's smile turned to shock.
'Harry Potter, not going to Hogwarts? It's un-heard of!' He said.
'What do you mean sir?' Harry asked timidly. 'And how do you know my name?'
'You don't know who you are, do you? Every wizard and witch knows your name! You're famous Harry Potter, the boy who lived.' The man said.
'Huh? How did I live? What do you mean?' Harry asked.
'Harry, I am not the right person to tell you.' Ollivander said softly. 'You must find Albus Dumbledore, he will tell you everything you need to know.'
'Who's Albus Dumbledore?' Harry asked.
'You don't know who Albus Dumbledore is?' Ollivander asked, shocked. 'He's only the greatest wizard ever!'
'Sorry, no.' Harry said, not knowing what this man would do in reaction. He looked down on Harry with a slightly amused look on his face.
'Harry Potter, go back to the muggles. I have a feeling I will be seeing you very soon.' Mr Ollivander said, and beckoned Caprice to go with him to find her a wand.
~***~
Naturally, when they returned Harry to his home at 4 Privet Drive, Vernon Dursley threw a tantrum, and ordered Harry to be locked in his room with bars on the windows so he could not escape or see Caprice over the summer holidays, which were right around the corner.
Harry, of corse, had protested. He wanted to see Caprice as much as he possibly could before she went to Hogwarts. He was sad that she could go and he couldn't, but at the same time, happy for Caprice.
After Harry had been made a prisioner of his own room, he lay down on his bed to try and figure out what he could do to escape and see his best friend. If only he had a book, something to pass the seemingly endless hours he would be locked in his room.
Although this was a pretty bad situation, Harry decided to make the best of it by trying to figure out who Albus Dumbledore was, and why he would play an important role in his upcoming years.
Harry had come up with several reasons for why Dumbledore would involve himself, before he got incredibly bored. Making things into fantasy only seemed fun when Caprice was around to share it with. He missed her.
~***~
The following morning, Harry awoke to the sound of a breakfast tray being stuffed into a "dog door" which had been inserted into Harry's bedroom door.
A piece of toast.
That was to last Harry until lunchtime. No wonder he was so skinny and scraggly. After polishing off the piece of toast, Harry sighed and looked around his empty room. For a few hours, he occupied himself by imagining all the cool stuff he would have had if his parents hadn't died when he was a baby.
Then it hit him. The letters that the Dursleys had been hiding from him! They were Hogwarts letters! Harry had been accepted into Hogwarts, but he just didn't have the information. He suddenly got very mad.
'Wouldn't they want me out of their hair for a while?' He said to no one inparticular. 'I could be going to Hogwarts with Caprice, but instead I'm barracaded here, in the last place I want to be.' Harry complained.
That week had been complicated. He had discovered that his best friend was a witch and all set to go to Hogwarts, he had also come to the conclusion through what Mr Ollivander had said that he too was a wizard, but the Dursleys had been keeping his true self from him. He wanted to hurt them. They were preventing him from being who he was supposed to be. What else had they kept from him? Maybe his parents didn't die in a car crash?
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~* These chapters have been getting shorter and shorter. . . lol! Sorry! But you do realise that writing about this sort of thing isn't easy, and it's helpful to get suggestions on where to take it with reviews! So if you have an idea for me, review away! *~
~Gryffindor Gal~
~* Hey! Thanks to all my reviewers, you all have great suggestions for my fic! Keep them coming! Yay! *~
Chapter 4 ~ Discovery
Harry had fallen asleep on his bed, when less that half an hour later, he was awoken by a loud knock on the Dursley's front door. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, and walked out the door to the top of the stairs, hoping to get a glimpse of who was at the door.
Harry saw three people. Two, he didn't recognise, the other was Caprice. She saw him and waved happily. Vernon was talking to the two adults, who Harry assumed were Caprice's parents. Caprice ran up the stairs to talk to Harry.
'Guess what Harry? I asked mum and dad about you, and they said that you have to come to Diagon Alley or else!' Caprice said excitedly.
'Really? How cool! I hope I can get a wand too!' Harry whispered excitedly.
'Come on Caprice, Harry, let's go.' Mr Jenkins called up the stairs. Vernon tried to stop Harry from going, but Harry slipped out of his grasp and ran into the Jenkins's car.
'You'll be sorry boy!' Vernon called as they sped away in the expensive looking BMW.
'Are you excited Harry?' Caprice asked him.
'Yes! I want to get a wand, that's the main thing! Then I can curse Dudley, oh you'll have to teach me magic Caprice!' Harry said.
'I will, don't worry!' Caprice replied. 'I'll teach you all well and good.'
'So Harry, you have no idea who your parents are, do you?' Mrs Jenkins asked, turning around to face Harry. Her eyes trailed slightly to his forehead.
'I don't remember them, they died in a car crash when I was just a baby.' Harry said. Neither Mr or Mrs Jenkins said anything, they just exchanged worried looks.
'I'm going to get a cat!' Caprice said. 'And I'm going to walk around with a top hat, and a broom, and my cat, which I'm going to call Mesley, and she's going to be loyal.'
'Caprice, we said you could get an owl.' Mr Jenkins said.
'But I want a cat! It's like tradition for witches to have black cats.' Caprice whined.
'Caprice, cats are useless in the wizarding world in reality, on muggle television that is just a pretend wizarding world.' Mrs Jenkins explained.
'Muggle?' Harry asked curiously.
'Non magical folk.' Mrs Jenkins confirmed.
'Oh.' Harry looked out the window.
'So Harry dear, are you sure you haven't gotten a Hogwarts letter?' Mrs Jenkins asked curiously.
'I'm sure.' Harry replied.
'How strange.' Mr Jenkins said. Harry got the feeling they knew something he didn't know, and he didn't like it.
'Do you know something?' Harry asked.
'Something like what Harry dear?' Mrs Jenkins asked.
'I don't know, but you seem to know a lot more about me than you're saying.'
'You're very smart Harry, you should be a wizard.' Was all Mr Jenkins would say.
~***~
When they finally pulled up to a stop, Harry was feeling rather excited, as if he was the one going to Hogwarts and not Caprice.
'This way children.' Mrs Jenkins said, and led them into a place called "The Leaky Cauldron". It was crouded with many wizards and witches, some looking mean, and some looking like they could use a good shower.
Harry and Caprice were led out the back, into a small alley. Mr Jenkins walked to the far end of the alley and tapped his wand on the bricks. Harry and Caprice watched, amazed, as the solid brick wall opened to form an arch way, and a large wizard shopping alleyway appeared.
'Oh wow! It's so amazing!' Caprice said in awe. Harry was too shocked to say anything. Mr and Mrs Jenkins smiled.
'So, Caprice, we're here for you, where do you want to go first?' Mr Jenkins asked.
'Daddy, I want to go and get my wand first!' Caprice said eagerly.
'Okay Caprice, off to "Olivanders".' Mr Jenkins said, and led the children through the crouded Alley. Mrs Jenkins had said she was going to Gringotts, whatever that was, but Mr Jenkins seemed to know what she was talking about.
As they walked into the dusty old shop, a small tinkle of a bell could be heard. Mr Jenkins put a hand on his daughter and whispered that he had to leave, but he'd be back.
Caprice and Harry waited in the dimly lit store. A few minutes had passed before an old man with scruffy white hair appeared. He took one look at Harry and smiled, ignoring Caprice entirely.
'Ahh, Mr Potter, I was wondering when I would see you.' The old man said with a smile. Harry felt goosebumps trailing down his arms.
'I'm not here for me, I'm just with my friend Caprice, I'm not going to Hogwarts.' Harry said slowly. The old man's smile turned to shock.
'Harry Potter, not going to Hogwarts? It's un-heard of!' He said.
'What do you mean sir?' Harry asked timidly. 'And how do you know my name?'
'You don't know who you are, do you? Every wizard and witch knows your name! You're famous Harry Potter, the boy who lived.' The man said.
'Huh? How did I live? What do you mean?' Harry asked.
'Harry, I am not the right person to tell you.' Ollivander said softly. 'You must find Albus Dumbledore, he will tell you everything you need to know.'
'Who's Albus Dumbledore?' Harry asked.
'You don't know who Albus Dumbledore is?' Ollivander asked, shocked. 'He's only the greatest wizard ever!'
'Sorry, no.' Harry said, not knowing what this man would do in reaction. He looked down on Harry with a slightly amused look on his face.
'Harry Potter, go back to the muggles. I have a feeling I will be seeing you very soon.' Mr Ollivander said, and beckoned Caprice to go with him to find her a wand.
~***~
Naturally, when they returned Harry to his home at 4 Privet Drive, Vernon Dursley threw a tantrum, and ordered Harry to be locked in his room with bars on the windows so he could not escape or see Caprice over the summer holidays, which were right around the corner.
Harry, of corse, had protested. He wanted to see Caprice as much as he possibly could before she went to Hogwarts. He was sad that she could go and he couldn't, but at the same time, happy for Caprice.
After Harry had been made a prisioner of his own room, he lay down on his bed to try and figure out what he could do to escape and see his best friend. If only he had a book, something to pass the seemingly endless hours he would be locked in his room.
Although this was a pretty bad situation, Harry decided to make the best of it by trying to figure out who Albus Dumbledore was, and why he would play an important role in his upcoming years.
Harry had come up with several reasons for why Dumbledore would involve himself, before he got incredibly bored. Making things into fantasy only seemed fun when Caprice was around to share it with. He missed her.
~***~
The following morning, Harry awoke to the sound of a breakfast tray being stuffed into a "dog door" which had been inserted into Harry's bedroom door.
A piece of toast.
That was to last Harry until lunchtime. No wonder he was so skinny and scraggly. After polishing off the piece of toast, Harry sighed and looked around his empty room. For a few hours, he occupied himself by imagining all the cool stuff he would have had if his parents hadn't died when he was a baby.
Then it hit him. The letters that the Dursleys had been hiding from him! They were Hogwarts letters! Harry had been accepted into Hogwarts, but he just didn't have the information. He suddenly got very mad.
'Wouldn't they want me out of their hair for a while?' He said to no one inparticular. 'I could be going to Hogwarts with Caprice, but instead I'm barracaded here, in the last place I want to be.' Harry complained.
That week had been complicated. He had discovered that his best friend was a witch and all set to go to Hogwarts, he had also come to the conclusion through what Mr Ollivander had said that he too was a wizard, but the Dursleys had been keeping his true self from him. He wanted to hurt them. They were preventing him from being who he was supposed to be. What else had they kept from him? Maybe his parents didn't die in a car crash?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
~* These chapters have been getting shorter and shorter. . . lol! Sorry! But you do realise that writing about this sort of thing isn't easy, and it's helpful to get suggestions on where to take it with reviews! So if you have an idea for me, review away! *~
~Gryffindor Gal~