I would give everybody who reviewed a lollipop, but I have no lollipops. Blue raspberry to Mrs.Poynter and Mrs.Judd. Cherry to Adrianna Ashke. Grape to shaun. In response to a question asked by Adrianna Ashke, teachers don't typically fall dead and the school was worried, so they sent in policemen to investigate. Okay, now . . . .
Chapter Three
Mandy
Dear Diary,
My swim lesson was good, but that's so not important. I met Harry at four o'clock this morning at school and we broke in. We found some really interesting stuff in Mr. Evans classroom. And we didn't get caught by a policeman! Hah! But my mom found out about the policeman yesterday, and I'm sort of grounded. Oops. But, Mr. Evans room was really creepy but flashlight light, (we didn't want to turn on the real lights in case somebody did come along.
:Flashback:
Getting up a three thirty in the morning is not one of my talents. It took all of the will I had to even turn on the light. Then I was blinded. So I got a bit of a late start this morning. At least I left when I planned to, three forty-five. That was murder.
So I jogged to school again and met Harry on the front steps. He did that funny thing with the lock again. Though he still insists that it was already unlocked. Yeah right. I'm not that stupid. I'm going to be a journalist one day, so, of course, I have to notice things. One day I will write an article about Harry Potter. Maybe he is in the library.
"Mandy?" asked Harry, his voice taking me away from my daydreams, "are you coming in?"
"Oh, yea." I walked up the steps, following Harry into the building.
We walked along the walls, hiding from the shadows that seemed to follow us around, and finally arrived in front of Mr. Evans room.
"Okay, you go in first," I whispered to Harry.
"Now, you go in!" he whispered back.
"You are a guy, you're supposed to be brave," I taunted. It worked. He went into the room first, ducking under the yellow caution tape. I followed, cautiously, keeping my ears and eyes open.
"Are you related to him?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.
Harry turned his flashlight on and aimed it in my general direction, "No, I mean, I don't think I am. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon have never told me much about my family though. I guess that I could be related to him, but I don't feel sad. Sort of angry. I didn't kill him!"
"Of course you didn't kill him," I said soothingly.
"But I caused his death. I had that . . . pain, and then he had a heart attack. And died. He was a perfectly healthy old man and he just keeled over," Harry raved.
I couldn't help but giggle at the word 'keeled.' It just cracked me up. "I'm sorry," I choked, "you said a word and it was funny."
"Our teacher died and you are laughing?" asked Harry, obviously angry.
"I'm sorry," I said, trying to stop laughing. Man, this kid has some anger issues. "Tell me about your family."
"Well," said Harry, calming down. "My mother and father died in a car crash when I was a baby. My uncle and aunt adopted me and raised me with their son Dudley–
"Dudley Dursley?" I asked.
"Yea. Well, Dudley always gets good things and new clothes and toys. He has two bedrooms. I sleep in the closet under the stairs. I've never known my grandparents or cousins or anything. Well, except for Dudley."
I couldn't help it. I cried. Like, seriously cried. Like bawled.
:End Flashback:
So then he gave me a really big hug and told me not to feel sorry for him. Said that it was probably his fault that his aunt and uncle hated him. I felt sorry for him anyways. He told me that he always made weird things happen and it made his guardians mad. Oh well. So for the first hour we just sat there and talked. But then we got to digging around in Mr. Evans drawers and we found a ton of pictures and letters. I brought them home with me. I know it's stealing, but I promise that I will return them after me and Harry get a good look at them. He's going to try and come over tomorrow since it's Saturday. Well, I'll fill you in tomorrow!
-Mandy Peters
Harry
"Get in here, dinner is on the table," shouted Uncle Vernon.
Harry wandered into the kitchen. 'Dinner' for Harry was peanut butter with celery and raisins, (they couldn't let him starve). After dinner Harry was instructed to clean the dishes and sweep the floor. He did it with no questions asked for he wanted to be on Uncle Vernon's good side.
After all his chores, Harry found Vernon watching the evening news in the lounge. He waited for a commercial break before posing his question to his Uncle. After about ten minutes, a jingle for goldfish crackers came up on the screen..
"Excuse me, Uncle Vernon, but may I ask you a quick question?" Harry had to phrase things exactly right or his uncle would have him in the closet for a month.
"Get on with it boy," spat Vernon, eyes not moving from the television set.
"Yes, I was wondering, what chores I have to do tomorrow afternoon?"
"The usual." 'The usual' consisted trimming the hedges and cleaning up after lunch and dinner.
"Yes. One more thing, what time will Aunt Petunia be cleaning?" asked Harry.
"Between one and four. Now, hush, the news is back on."
Bingo! Harry had his visiting time. At one o'clock he would leave for Mandy's house and at three forty-five he would leave. It was a good thing that Aunt Petunia didn't like having other people around when she was cleaning.
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