Disclaimer: now this has Harry Potter charcaters which we all know belong to J.K. Rowelling. and not me! ( Krystal does belong to me, and so does Kerri)
The next morning I woke up with my mom, and we picked up my grandfather. Today he left for Florida. We sat in the dead silence again, just listening to the dull hum of the engine and the tires. The radio was turned off so it wouldn't be fought over by mom and grandpa. Thankfully the airport was twenty minutes, at the most away, from my grandpa's house.
We arrived at the airport, and waited with my grandpa till it was time for him to board. My mom's eyes were misty, while I was crying like I was 5 again. I hugged my grandpa one last time told him I loved him and that I can't wait to see him again.
My mom hugged him and said, "I never could out grow you. I love you and will call you the second we figure it all out."
"I love you," he said as he handed his ticket in. Then he turned to us and said, "Goodbye, my two favorite girl's in the world."
As we left the airport, my mother went left instead of right. I looked at her and asked, "Where are we going?"
"To Wendy's," my mom replied.
I was shocked, this health nut of a mother, who didn't let me eat T.V. dinners, was not only letting me go to a fast food restaurant, but she was taking me there as well.
"I think we need a little junk food while we talk," she told me in answer to my stare.
"Your idea of junk food is a Chewy bar," I told her. She laughed at that.
At Wendy's while I was trying to decide my mom stood up to the plate. She started by saying, "Hi, can we get on Cesar salad, with the low fat Italian dressing, on bacon junior, and instead of sodas two large Frosteys. Oh with a side order off two biggie fries and a chili and a potato with out bacon, but with cheese and broccoli. Thanks."
I stared at my mom. I had no clue how she knew how to order, but it seemed to come second nature to her. I looked at her and asked, "What are Frostey?"
"You'll looovvee them," my mother told me.
My mother paid for the meal, and told me to go sit down at a table. I did that, and watched my mother grab the food, get forks, spoons, napkins and lots and lots of ketchup. She came over and sat down across from me and I just stared. I looked for a straw to try this Frostey but found none. I asked her, "Where are the straws?"
"Don't need them, we've got Frosteys. All that needs is a spoon," she told me has she hand me a spoon and I got my fist look at a Frostey. It looked like a regular chocolate milkshake.
I looked at my mother with a questionable look, and she said, "Well try it, and tell me if it's not the best chocolate shake thing."
I tried and I found it delicious. It was much smothers then any other milkshake I had, but it still was very thick.
"Well?" My mother asked, with a triumphant grin.
"Okay, so it is good, get that grin off your face," I told her as I dived into my bacon junior.
After a couple minutes of us eating in silence I asked, "So why are we in a fast food joint?"
"Because I need to ask you, do you want to go to Hogwarts, it's in England?" My mother asked.
"What is Hogwarts?" I asked.
"It is a school for people like you," my mother informed me.
"What every student is not going to know anything about their fathers?" I asked sarcastically.
"Give me a yes or give me a no, and just to tell you it is a boarding school, and your father went there," my mother said to me, with a hint of sadness in her voice.
I looked at her with a strange look. She had never once given up information about my father unless I beat it out of her; in fact I still didn't know his name. I finally told her, "Yes, I want to go."
"Okay, we leave for London in two weeks," She said, finishing her bake potato.
"We are moving there?" I asked, shocked.
"Yes," she told me with surprising happiness.
"You are okay leaving Granby?" I asked.
"Yeah, haven't you been living in the same Granby I have? The small boring one, where everyone treat us differently because I was a young single mother," she asked me.
"But it was your home, and you grew up there," I said.
"Honey, I stopped my growing up a while back, and all my childhood friends are gone and moved on with their lives, and we should too," she said calmly.
"Okay, but how are we going to afford it?" I asked.
"Scholarship," she told me. Then she joked, "And your trust funds!"
Two weeks later I was on an airplane flying over the Atlantic Ocean. A person would think I was nervous or excited, but truth was I was glad just leave Granby. My mother on the other hand was very nervous. She kept fidgeting on the plane.
I asked, "Do you have a fear of flying, mom?"
"No, Krystal, just a fear of London," she told me as a joke, but I didn't believe her.
As we got off the plane, I was so excited. We ran into a giant person who asked us if we were the Baileys.
My mom nodded and said, "I'm Kerri, and this is Krystal."
"Hello, I am Rubues Hagrid. I am the keepers of the keys at Hogwarts," He introduced himself.
"When do I get to go to Hogwarts?" I asked eagerly.
"First I must know how much you know about Hogwarts," Hagrid said.
"I know that it has to do with witches and wizards, but I highly doubt those exist. I know it is where my father, and I know I have to get schools supplies at Diagon Alley," I told this giant person.
"Well, you are about to be come a believer," Hagrid told me. "But first we need to get there."
He explained to us that we had to take the Trolley to Leakey Cauldron, and then from there on we would be at Diagon Alley. As we went to the Leakey Cauldron Hagrid said, "Now, I wish I could take you and help you get your school supplies, but I've got urgent matters to attend to for the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. So I will be leaving you in the hands of Harry Potter."
Just then a man with jet-black hair, glasses and dazzling green eyes came over. He was wearing deep green robes on. I looked at my mom, and noticed she stopped breathing for a second. I thought she liked him, little did I know she recognized him.
He came up to us and said, "Hi you must be…"
He drifted off looking at my mother with intensity. He asked shyly, "Kerri?"
"Yes," my mother answered very quietly.
"Then who is this?" Harry asked staring at me.
"Krystal, my daughter, Mr. Potter was your name right?" My mom asked trying to sound as though she didn't recognized him. Harry caught on and pretended like it was his first time meeting both of us. Usually I would have found that strange but I was too excited to care.
"So, Harry, you are going-"I started.
My mother said, interrupted me, "It is Mr. Potter, Krystal."
"No, call me Harry," Harry said friendly.
"Like I was saying Harry, you are going to take us school shopping? Now Diagon Alley is that the name of the mall or the name of the street the mall is on?" I asked.
"Where are you from?" Harry asked me.
"The US," I told him.
"Oh, that explains your odd accent," Harry said smiling. "And Diagon Alley is not a mall it is a street with stores on it."
"Fine," I said. Then I asked, "When do we began?"
"First we need to go to the bank and transfer money," Harry said. He led us out side and tapped on the bricks and showed us Diagon Alley. It was amazing, creatures of all kinds, people with horns, different colored skinned, and people garbed in robes.
The bank was all the way at the other end, but that was good because that way we got to see all the different types of stores.
When we reached the bank Harry said to me, "I got to go over something with your mom, and you will most likely find it boring, so there are some magazines over there."
I walked of, and Harry turned to my mother and asked, "Since when have you had a daughter?"
"11 years ago this September," my mother informed him.
"Um, 11 years ago, isn't that when you called of your marriage?" Harry asked. "Was it because of the fact you were pregnant?"
"No, I didn't find out till a month later," my mother told him.
"And Kerri, you didn't think of telling Ron?" Harry asked.
"How was I supposed? I don't have an owl to write, and Ron never sent me one, or wrote to see how I was doing, so yes I did think about it, was I able to, no," my mother defended.
"That's right, I keep forgetting you are just an-" Harry started.
"American muggle," Kerri finished for him.
"No it isn't that, it's just, ahh, never mind," Harry told my mother.
"Don't tell Ron, I want to tell him," Kerri pleaded with him.
Harry looked at Kerri's pleading eyes and said, "Okay, I won't tell anyone."
"Thanks," my mother said to him.
They finished changing money and came over to me. Harry asked, "Read anything good?"
"An article about a Quidditch team called the Cannons, they are like the Boston Red Sox, from the 2004 World Series. They came back from a losing streak to win the World Cup," I told them.
"Yeah, but you remember what happen after the Red Sox won? Power, and glory hogs they all became, and soon they were like the Yankees. And then who did your mother always supports? Come on say whom," She told me.
"The Cubs," I said very dry.
"And the Cubs still haven't made a comeback and I like it like that," my mom said.
"That makes no sense, why do you like such bad losers even if they continued to get worse?" I asked for the hundredth time. My mother was vague on most things, but on her favorite sports team and such, she was very direct.
"Just tell me this are the Cannons like the Cubs?" My mother asked.
"No, the Cannons actually win," I answered her.
"I know you were switched at birth," my mom joked with me.
Harry just nodded along, having no clue what we were talking about. He asked, when we stopped talking, "Who is ready to get their school's supplies?"
Harry took us to get my books first. I scanned through on book called Hogwarts, A History. I found it to seem dull, and I asked Harry, "Is this on required to be read?"
Harry laughed remembering how Ron and him never absorbed any information from that book. He leaned forward and whispered, "Just get a brainy friend who likes to memorize books, and just ask them about it."
"Harry Potter, don't give my daughter any bad ideas," my mom said with a joking anger at Harry. Then my mother added before she hurried away, "I'll got find the rest of these books."
Soon after my mother left Harry and I heard a voice call out, "Potter."
Harry and I turned around to see a white haired man standing about 2 feet away. Harry sneered and said, "Malfoy."
"Who's this Potter? Hopefully you haven't need to kidnap little children for your own personal life," Malfoy said, placing a hand on my shoulder.
I glared up at him when my mom yelled out, "Hey got your damn hands off my daughter."
"What did you say?" Malfoy asked looking at my mother.
"I said get your damn hands off my daughter," my mother said angry.
Malfoy took his hand off me but asked mockingly, "What would you have done if I hadn't, after all you are just a muggle?"
"I would have kicked you so hard it would have been impossible for you to have a daughter or a son," my mother replied with fake smile of cheerfulness.
Malfoy didn't say anything he just did a small, "Hfm."
"Now I suggest you leave," my mom said glaring at him.
He walked away with out a word, and asked rhetorically, "Is he gayer then a fruit cake or what?"
"Krystal," my mother said. Then she smiled and said, "You're right. Now, did he hurt you?"
"No, I'm fine," I told her.
My mother gathered up the books we were buying and went in line to pay for them. Harry turned to me and asked, "What was it like growing up with her as a mom?"
"Eh, so-so. She was nice, flexible but not too flexible, but a major food nut. She found me eating just 1 gummy worms once, and made me wash it down with like 10 carrots," I told him.
"So what is your family like?" Harry asked.
"Big," I told him in one word. "And it's just big on my mom's side. I have like 7 granduncles, one soon to be uncle, 8 grandaunts and two aunts. Then there are my mom's cousins, whom are just too many to count," I told him. Then I added sadly, "I never get to see my dad's side though. But hey, I have a big family already, and I love it."
Harry kept think how much I would like Ron's family then. Out loud Harry said, "I have a friend who is one of 7, and you should see their family get togethers, that is what you call big."
"Sounds grand," I said.
My mom came back with a bag of books and said, "Come on, lets go get you a caldron."
We finished getting all my school stuff, except a wand. Harry brought us to the same place where he got his wand.
The storekeeper came over and looked at my daughter and asked Harry, "Is she yours?"
"What? No, she not," Harry said shocked.
"She mine," my mom, said.
"Ah, which Weasley is her father?" the storekeeper asked loud enough for Harry and my mom to hear.
"Excuse me?" my mom asked back.
"Which Weasley boy is her father?" the storekeeper asked a little louder, but I didn't hear him; I was having too much fun looking around.
"She's not a Weasley, she's a Bailey," my mom corrected him. I heard that part, but I just shrugged it off.
"So, let's get you fitted," the storekeeper said.
We went through what seemed to be hundreds on ends, till we found a 13-inch oak with leprechaun hair in it, and it was rather bendy.
"Told you, you have luck of the Irish," my mom joked.
"That was so corny," I told her being really serious. She made a face at me and I just made one back. Harry, amused by this relationship, had to muffle back some laughter.
As we walked out of the shop my mom asked Harry, "Is there a shortcut back to the Leakey Caldron, these bags are killing me?"
"Here let me help," Harry said as he did a quick wave with his wand and took the bags.
After walking a little bit my mom accused, "You bewitched the bags so they were lighter, didn't you?"
"Yes," Harry admitted.
"Just wanted to make sure," my mom said, and Harry laughed at her.
As we were walking past the pet store Harry said, "Isn't someone's birth day soon."
"Yes," I answered.
"Would you like an owl or a cat?" Harry asked.
"What?" I asked.
"No Harry you don't have to do that," my mom said.
Harry whispered, "Let's say I am trying to make up for 10 missed birthdays."
Then he added out loud, "Come on, let's go in."
Harry lead in my mom and I inside, and showed us the owls. I was looking around when I saw a brown owl with a white star on his chest. I gasped when I saw that one. Harry noticed that, and bought me him.
"Thanks Harry," I said excited. "This rocks."
"Do you know what you are going to call him?" Harry asked.
"I was thinking Albus," I told him. He raised his eyebrows at me and I explained, "I was thinking that because when I was reading about Albus Dumbledore, people would describe him with a starry blue eyes, and I just like the name."
"That sounds like a great name," Harry said. Then he asked, "So what are you doing after you put your school stuff in your rooms?"
"I think we were going to get something to eat," my mom told him.
"I know a great little place, how about I treat you to lunch?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, what do you say mom?" I asked too.
My mom looked at me with my pleading eyes, and said, "That sounds great."
"Score," I said.
Harry brought us down to a little café place, and told us to order anything we wanted. I ordered a cheese, chicken, and broccoli thing, while my mom ordered salad.
"Gee, aren't you a fussy eater," Harry said sarcastically.
"So Harry, what kind of work are you in?" my mom asked.
"I'm an Aurur," Harry said.
"What do those do?" I asked.
"We help capture dark wizards," Harry answered her.
I gave a look of confusion, and my mom said, "You know on Law & Order how the cops who solve the murder, didn't seem like real cops, but they were? Basically an Aurur is a cop in the higher rank."
"Oh cool," I said.
"Sorry, she was brought up muggle, it's the only way I know," my mom told Harry.
"Is that going to put me at a disadvantage during school?" I asked.
"No, I didn't have any clue about being a wizard till I was 11 too, and I looked how I turned out," Harry reassured her.
"So basically, she is doomed?" my mom asked.
I started laughing and so did Harry.
After a great lunch, with good food, and better conversation, Harry said, "Well, it has been a wonderful time to help you get set up for school, but I have to go back to my work."
"Well thanks Harry, it was very nice of you to help us out," my mom said.
My mom then nudged me in the arm and I said quickly, "Yeah, thanks for everything Harry."
Harry bide us goodbye, and started walking away. My mom told me to stay there for a second and ran up with Harry.
"Listen, Harry, really thanks for not telling Ron. I want to be the one who tells him about her," my mom said, in a hushed voice.
"Um, yeah, no problem," Harry said. My mom threw her arms around him, and hugged him. He looked surprised for a second, but then hugged her back.
My mom walked back over to me, and saw this smug look I had and asked, "What?"
I shook my head and laughed thinking my mom liked Harry.
a/n: this is told in first person, but there are parts in it that the person isn't in there, but just go with it please. and please read and review! thanks!
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