Chapter 4- Owner of the Eyes

Harry finished getting dressed and walked down the hall to Mark's

room. He knocked on the door and waited, after a couple of seconds he opened the door and peaked inside.

The room was black with blue stripes and covered with posters of sports teams. Harry shrugged "I guess he

already went down to lunch".

He continued down the hall until he saw a sign that read Lunch Hall with an arrow. He entered the Lunch Hall to

find four tables and a larger table that was piled with bagels, jams, and cakes. He quickly chose his food and

went to sit down with Mark, Rachel, and Justin. Five minutes later, a girl with red hair and hazel eyes ran into

the lunch hall and stopped in front of their table.

"Hey guys sorry I'm late. Godric was being a prick and wouldn't eat his food. I practically had to force it down

his throat."

Harry, who had been eating mashed potatoes, choked. The girl looked over at him and smirked, "Hey, you

must be the new kid. I'm Daffodil, but if you want to live long enough to find out what's for dinner, you'll call me

Daffs."

"Charming isn't she" Mark whispered to Harry. Harry grinned and turned back to Daffodil.

"Harry, Harry Potter."

"Well Harry, Harry Potter, welcome home."

There was total silence for a couple of seconds until Harry finally had enough courage to ask.

"Thanks. Uh…. so…… who's Godric?"

"He's my pet squirrel"

Daffs said it so nonchalantly, that Harry had a choking fit all over again. When he calmed down a bit he asked,

"You have a pet squirrel?"

"Yeah…………hey, what's so funny!" Harry had started laughing and his face started to turn red.

"You know," he said between gasps for air "one of my ancestors was named Godric."

"Really that's so cool." Daffs turned to Mark.

Hey Mark pay up, I told you Godric was a name."

"Thanks a lot Harry." Mark pulled out his wallet and handed Daffs fifty pence.

After everybody was fed they all went to the lounge to relax and get to know Harry. As they entered Harry had to

do a retake. The lounge was HUGE.

"This is the lounge! It's more like an arcade!" Harry couldn't believe it. The "lounge" was twice the size of the

Gryffindor common room and more.

Mark took a seat at one of the computers.

"Cool." Harry said as he flopped down on the big red couch in the middle of the room.

"So Harry, who brought you here?" Daffs asked.

"My aunt, uncle and my bratty cousin." Harry answered.

"Why did they bring you here?"

"Daffs, I really don't think you shouldn't be asking Harry these questions." Mark cut her off.

"Mark, why do you care so much?"

"Umm, maybe because whenever we ask you any questions about your past, you either ignore it or change the

subject."

"Mark, why don't you go play basketball in the gym?"

"You have a gym too?" Harry said interrupting.

Mark ignored Harry.

"See you're changing the subject again."

"If you don't like what's being asked then leave the room."

"Why should I? This is as much my lounge as yours."

"Mark you know me when I get mad, I tend to blurt things out. So I'd stop making me mad if I were you. I really

think you should leave..."

"I'm not moving. There is nothing you could say that will make me get embarrassed so you leave!"

All of a sudden without Daffs's control she opened her mouth and told one of Mark's secrets.

"So you don't care if I just tell everyone that you're fifteen and still sleep with a teddy bear? In my opinion you

should give Mr. Snuggles a rest!"

After a second or two, Daffs became bright red in the face.

"Whatever, I'm out of here." Mark said as he left the room not looking anyone in the eyes.

There were a few minutes of awkward silence.

Justin broke the silence.

"So, Harry do you want a tour of the place."

"Yeah sure."

They left the room.

Justin led Harry to all the important places including the gym, art room, Madame Claire's office, and Justin's

room.

"Is Daffs always like that?" Harry finally asked while sitting on Justin's bed.

"Like what?" Justin answered.

"Does she always get mad and tell other people she has never seen before some one else's secrets?"

"Ummm…well I don't think it's her fault."

"How is it not her fault? Didn't she just reveal Mark's secret to Rachel, you and me?"

"Yeah but it wasn't in her control. Sometimes when she's angry she reveals peoples' secrets. She can't help it. It's natural. So just don't tell her anything too important that you don't want other people to know or find out

about."

"Whatever. I'm going to go to my room. I'm tired."

Harry left the room and walked to his bedroom.

On the way to his bedroom, Harry passed Madame Claire's office. She was on the phone arguing with

someone. Harry wasn't trying to overhear anything but the phone was on speaker. Even though her door was

closed he still could hear everything she and the man on the phone were saying.

"You can't take her. You are not her legal guardian. I am."

"Yes, but I am her biological father. If I want to adopt her back, I can"

"No I own an orphanage but the children are under my care. They are not up for adoption nor will they ever be. I

am their legal guardian until they are eighteen and can take care of themselves."

"No lawyer or judge will ever let you have custody of her more than me, her biological father. I am Todd Adams

you are talking too. I am a judge and I know a lot of Judges. No one will let you keep her."

"I don't care who your lawyer is or the judge may be but Daffodil Adams is under my care and you by law can

not take her."

"I don't care if you are the president, Daffodil is staying here and that's final."

"You will see, she won't be with you for long. She will be where she should be with her father!"

"I highly doubt that. No judge will give you custody without identification. Goodbye."

She hung up the phone and turned the door knob. Harry ran up the stairs. H e knew Daffodil was in trouble but

he didn't know how he could help!

Harry decided to stop by Mark's room to see what he was doing.

Mark knocked on his door.

"Come in" Mark answered.

"Hey Mark. Sorry to bother you but I have a question for you."

"No problem. What's your question?" Mark said looking up from the book he was reading.

"Well as I was walking up here I passed Madame Claire's office. She was on speaker with this guy who claims

to be Daffs's father. Madame Claire won't let him take her. I think she's in trouble. Should I mention anything to

her?"

"Harry, Daffs is very private about her life before this place. She doesn't really remember anything anyway. But

don't mention it to her. If you see any unfamiliar people around here suddenly tell me. Do not tell her or anyone

else that you heard what you heard!"

"I won't. Thanks Mark. I'll talk to you later. Come get me when it's time for dinner."

Harry walked to his room. He closed the door behind him. On his desk was Hermione's and Ron's gift book

exactly where he left it. He opened it up and decided to write to Ron and Hermione. He hadn't spoken to them

since the morning.

"Hey guys. How's life?" He wrote.

"Everything's fine here." Ron wrote

"That's great. How's Hermione?"

"I'm okay. How are you?"

"I love it here. I already made friends here. But of course I'd much rather be at Hogwarts."

"We're working on it Harry."

"Yeah within a couple of months you'll be out of there and in Hogwarts."

"But how Ron?"

"My parents are talking to Dumbledore about adopting you"

"But Madame Claire has all my papers and birth certificate."

"Harry Dumbledore is a wizard, he doesn't need papers. All he needs is you!"

All of a sudden there was a knock at the door. It was Daffs.

"Guys I have to go. I'll try to keep in touch."

"You better, Harry"

"Take care of yourself!"

"Goodbye."

Harry closed the book and opened the door. Daffs was crying.

"Daffs, what's wrong?"

"Godrics missing!"