Darrin dragged his heavy trunk step by step up to the second floor. Restless because of the overnight airplane ride from Canada. His father had been re-transferred to England (Darrin was born in England but only lived there for a year after he was born). Now not only did he have to switch schools and go to Hogwarts, but he had to live on a muggle street. He had gotten his hopes up thinking the boy across the street was a wizard and went to Hogwarts as well, but he was just a muggle with a pet owl. He had reached the top of the stares. He sat on her trunk to rest, looked around, and realized he had no idea which one his room was.
"MOTHER!" he yelled down stairs. "Which ones mine?"
"The master bedroom is downstairs so you can pick." his mother yelled "Keep in mind your wardrobe will go in there."
"Right," Darrin said to himself "Great Aunt Lucy's magical wardrobe."
Darrin walked from room to room thinking to himself.
"Great, Great Uncle Digory and his friend Polly used the magic rings to first travel to the wood between worlds. Then through one of the pools to the old world of Charn. There they accidentally freed Jadis the White Witch" (I wonder if she's the Dark Lord's grandmother) "A woman so evil she distorted her own world with one word. In attempts to escape Polly and Digory took the White Witch into London. And then to the new world of Narnia. Where they met Aslan the powerful, magic lion who instructed Polly and Digory to bury the magic rings. From the magic rings grew a tree a magnificent tree. In his old age Digory had the tree made into a Wardrobe. It was by the Wardrobe that Great Aunt Lucy, Great Uncle Edmund, Great Uncle Peter and Grandmother Susan first entered Narnia. Where they reigned as Kings and Queens for many years. The golden age of Narnia. Upon returning to the world of men they found they had only been gone a few hours. Over the years Lucy Peter Susan and Edmund went to Narnia many different ways but they always remembered the Wardrobe. That went to Aunt Lucy after Digory died."
He entered the last room and looked around.
"And now it comes to me."
"Still word-perfect, boy" his father had been standing in the doorway with out him noticing. "With all the schools reports you've done on it you'd think you'd sound more enthusiastic.
"With all the bad grades I've got you'd think I'd defend it more."
"Is this the one?" He said about the room.
"I think so."
"Okay, I want to talk to you." He sat one the trunk beside him. "Your mother is very excited about this."
"I know Father, I love Mother, but she is a muggle and so were her relatives even Susan and-"
"And they are your relatives to, and that's why she is so happy that she can finally give you something that may be magical. That means so much to her."
"Do you believe they went to other worlds?"
"I knew Susan well and Lucy so did you. You met Edmund to although you were too young to remember. Peter died a few months before you were born. He was one hundred and six years old. Susan was at least one hundred and fourteen when he died and think of Aunt Lucy."
"I know Father they were all ancient."
"Yes and all I know is they were the most magical muggles I've ever known"
"I can't wait to get my wardrobe."
"That's my boy." he stood to leave. "Oh I'm having Mr. Weasley come look at the Wardrobe next week. He works with magical objects for the Ministry of Magic. I think a few of his children go to Hogwarts, his son should be in your class."
"They are all going to talk like Mother only worse he's lived with you in Canada for years."
"You will make friends faster than you know. I guarantee before the week is out, maybe the first day."
"Did you read that in your tea leaves?"
"I'll have you know I was quite good at divination. But no… I just have a feeling. Un-pack I'll send up your things." As he left he reached into his jacket for his wand, but was down stairs before he took it out. Darrin opened his trunk and took out a stack of parchment, a hand full of quills and a bottle of ink. A desk had just appeared against the wall. He set the things on the desk. He watched one wall; the bed appeared on the opposite wall.
"FATHER!" he yelled, "Did you not think to close to the window!"
"Sorry" he called back.
The bed moved over to the other side of the room. He unfolded the linens and dressed the bed. His spreads and sheets were silver and red. He found his blue and green curtains and was ready to hang them up when tapping on the window was that snowy owl.
"You again." He said as he opened the window. Hedwig flew into the room and settled on the open lid of the trunk. She held out her leg, Attached to it was apiece of folded parchment not in an envelope.
"I knew it!" Darrin said
He untied the parchment and began rummaging through his trunk. He found a bright orange Chudley Cannons lunch box. After searching through so much junk, before finding a bag of "Weary Traveller's Trail Mix" and fed Hedwig dry plantains. He opened the letter:
I'm not a muggle, my parents died (and recently my godfather). I live with my aunt and uncle who hate magic and me for that matter. I can't believe a wizarding family moved to Privet Drive. I'm always alone here for summers. I hope we can meet face to face, I can tell you about school. (I'm guessing you'll be going to Hogwarts.) Maybe you'll be a Griffindor. I hope to meet you soon.
HP
"HP?" he said to himself perplexed, "If that is Harry Potter, I'll pinch myself." he went to his desk and pull out a piece of fresh parchment.
HP,
My name is Darrin Lairrick Price. I'm from Canada, but I was born in England. I'm coming over to get you.
DP
He rolled up the parchment. Hedwig flew over to her and put her leg out. Darrin tied the letter to her along with a bag of Berti Botts Every Flavour Beans and the Daily Prophet he had been reading on the cab.
"Okay Hedwig. Go to Harry." Darrin said and Hedwig flew off.
Darrin had left all his friends and everything he knew. He didn't even know why his father had been transferred. His parents had told him it was very important. Up until now he was feeling extremely angry and irritated, but now he felt quite confident in say that his neighbour was none other than the famous, Harry James Potter.
