Chapter Two

The next day, Lucius Malfoy was at home scanning different articles in the classified section of the Daily Profit. When an ad caught his eye.

BOY FOR ADOPTION

Ten-year-old boy up for adoption,

as guardians we are unable to take care of him

any longer please contact Vernon Dursley at (01209) 509601

or write to 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey

By appointment only.

Lucius thought that it would be interesting to have another son. So he decided to write to Vernon Dursley. Lucius started writing a letter. The Letter read as followed:

Dear Mr. Dursley,

I saw your ad in the Daily Profit. I was thinking of adopting the boy you mentioned in the newspaper I also have another son around the young lads age, Draco. I know his name is on the strange side but he is a very nice boy so that your nephew would have someone to play with and get a long with. I have money that I can take care of both boys. I will be looking forward to your reply.

Sincerely,

Lucius Malfoy

Lucius read and re-read the letter. He attached it to his owl and sent the owl off. The owl found the owner he was supposed to deliver the letter. Released the letter from its talons and dropped it by the front of the door. Then took off into a tree to wait the reply.

At around 12:00, Harry was sent to get the mail he picked up the mail and brought it to his Uncle Vernon. Uncle Vernon sat and sorting through the mail. He spotted an address on the back of the envelope that he did not know and opened the letter.

He just looked at Harry and said, "Out, Boy! Closet NOW!"

Harry knew at that instant that he will not be able to finish his lunch and left the kitchen to go back to his cupboard.

"Now that he is out of the room. I have already received a letter already that someone wants to adopt Harry." Vernon stated.

"Really?" Petunia and Dudley said at the same time.

"I am going to reply to the letter." He said getting up to get a piece of paper and pen. He started to write.

Dear Lucius,

I have received your letter and I can honestly say that I would greatly appreciate that you come by my home at 11:00 on the 15th of May. I know that you have my address so I will be waiting for you on this date. Don't be late.

Sincerely,

Vernon Dursley

Vernon took the letter and put it on a mat outside of his house so that the postman could pick up the letter the next day. When Vernon left, the owl that was spying on the house swooped down from the tree and grabbed the letter from the ground and scooped it into his beak. Then flew back to Malfoy Manor.

Lucius was in his office when his owl returned to him with a letter in its beak. He took the letter from the owl's beak and read the letter.

Dear Lucius,

I have received your letter and I can honestly say that I would greatly appreciate that you come by my home at 11:00 on the 15th of May. I know that you have my address so I will be waiting for you on this date. Don't be late.

Sincerely,

Vernon Dursley

Lucius looked at the letter and said to himself, I wonder why this Vernon Dursley wanted to meet in two weeks time. Oh, well. I will wait until them to go and see him.

Hermione Granger sat in her bedroom, staring at the four walls, which had become exceedingly familiar during the past hour and a half. It was easy to see that the boredom was eating at her, as not only did she think it was entertaining to watch paint dry, but she suddenly had an urge to go downstairs and talk to her mother about something she had been considering for a long time.

She leaned on the kitchen surface and sighed. Her mother glanced at her and went back to peeling the vegetables.

"Bored, dear?"

"Mum, I want a brother or a sister."

"But honey, you have such wonderful friends, why would you want any more than that?"

"I'm sick of being an only child. I want to be able to talk to someone, have fights with them, would just be under my hair every second of the day, and to play with to teach them things, things that they don't know and want to learn, and I can teach them things that I know."

"Are you sure it's not the boredom talking? I know you haven't been reading while you were upstairs because you left your books in the lounge."

"Mum, I've been thinking about this for a while. You know I don't act on impulse I'm to smart for that."

Mrs. Granger said nothing she knew she was right.

"Come on, please? You could adopt. I mean, lots of people do it."

"I know, dear, but what about money?"

"Oh please," Hermione said with sarcasm, "we have enough money to buy a house in Florida."

"But you know how I hate going to orphanages. We were going to adopt before I found out I was pregnant with you. I couldn't bring myself to go in there. To see all those sad orphans that had no one to look after them."

Hermione's face faltered for just a second, but snapped back into an unreadable mask. "Fine then! I'll just go back to my room and talk to the walls again."

"Ok, but don't forget to take your things upstairs with you - you left a mess last night."

A short time later, Hermione's father set down the newspaper he had been reading at the kitchen table, he walked into the family room to watch some television. Making sure her husband was unaware Melody took it into the kitchen to look through while drinking the tea she had just made for herself. She skipped the usual "Man found dead in Thames River" articles and perused the classifieds. She had been job searching for a little less than six months now although there wasn't any need for her to work because Mr. Granger was brining in more money than they knew what to do with.

She rested the paper on the table and got up to get a digestive biscuit to dunk into the tea and opened the back door because it was beginning to get very stuffy inside. Unfortunately, there was a breeze, and while it would ventilate the house well, she also lost her page. Scowling, she sat back down, but her expression lightened when a certain article caught her attention:

BOY FOR ADOPTION

Ten-year-old boy up for adoption

As guardians are unable to care

For him any longer

please contact Vernon Dursley at (01209) 509601


Or write to
4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey

By appointment only.

Melody ripped out the ad and went to the next room to use the phone closing the door behind her for privacy so that Bill or Hermione know what she was doing.

"I'm just going to use the phone, Bill," she called to her husband. Getting no response, she assumed he didn't mind.

She dialed the Surrey number, hoping it wasn't a misprint.

Vernon answered the phone hoping that it was another person that wanted to adopt someone.

"Hello, Vernon Dursley here," she heard.

"Speaking," a male voice came over the line.

Melody Granger said, "Hi, my name is Melody Granger, I saw your ad in the newspaper and I am looking to adopt the young boy that you put an ad in the paper. "

"Thank you for calling, Ms. Granger. Would you be able to make it here at noon tomorrow?"

"I assume 'here' is the address on the advert?"

"Yes, it is. If you're coming from far away, there's a train station nearby."

"Alright, thanks."

"Goodbye."

She replaced the receiver, not quite knowing why she had just made that appointment. Sure, she would do anything for her daughter, but adopt another child? Well, it would certainly make for an interesting birthday treat. She thought, if he chooses me to adopt the young lad in question.

"Bill, Hermione, could you come into the kitchen for a moment." Melody said.

Bill walked in from the living room, while Hermione walked down the stairs. Her eyes were blood shot from crying. Bill noticed her eyes and said, "Hermione why were you crying?"

Hermione said, "Nothing. Don't want to talk about it."

Bill and Hermione entered the kitchen and sat at the kitchen table. Hermione and Bill looked at Melody she had a strange smile on her face. "Bill, about fifteen minutes ago, Hermione came into the kitchen and she told me what has been bothering her for a long time."

Bill said, "So, what is bothering her?"

"Bill, do you remember before Hermione was born we said that we would adopt a young child."

"Yes, as I recall you were too scared to walk into the orphanage."

"That is true, but someone had written an ad in a newspaper that he wants someone to adopt his nephew. Why I don't know. But I have decided that the young boy needs to be around a new family. And I am hoping that we could be that family to him."

Hermione screeched and then hugged her mother. "Mum, are you serious?"

Bill was shocked at this, but when he saw the smile creep up onto Hermione's face. He had figured out why Hermione had been crying.

"So did you call?"

"Yes, I did we have a noon appointment on June 15th."

Molly was at a table that harbored her husband Arthur, her son Ron, and their youngest daughter Ginny. She was scanning Daily Profit, scanning the classified section of the newspaper and noticed that there was an ad for a ten-year-old boy that was being adopted.

It seemed that this young boy's relatives did not want the young boy anymore. What's a mother to do? I'm going to go over to this young man's house and see the boy for myself and then go about and adopt him. She said to herself.

After reading the ad, she noticed that there was some numbers listed below. She didn't know what these numbers represented. Then she thought maybe it was a muggle ad, which sometimes a muggle ad did end up in either the Daily Prophet or Witch Weekly.

Ron was sitting at the table looking at his mum. She was a very generous person that didn't know how to just say no to anything that she saw or did. When someone had asked her to do something she would do it just like that. Or she would let one of her family members do it for her it all depended on what type of mood she was in.

Molly said, "I have some things to take care of in Diagon Alley." So Molly got up from the table, went to the fireplace, took some from the vase and said, as clearly as she could, "Diagon Alley" as she let go of the Floo Powder that was in her hand. She arrived at the Diagon Alley.

Something was definitely up with mum, Ron thought. Ron picked up the paper that she had been reading. He was stunned when he looked at the piece of paper that a section was ripped out of. Thinking of how nice his mother was when it came to doing things at the last minute. Oh well. When she comes back, I'll ask her why she went out so quickly. Ron thought to himself.

While Molly was in Diagon Alley was window-shopping hoping to find some thing to help her to contact Vernon Dursley. She spotted a devise that was in the window of a store that had numbers on it, and decided to go into the store and talk the owner of the store.

A man wearing a black robe approached her and asked, "Need any help miss?"

Molly replied, "Yes, I would like to look at that number thingy in the window."

The man replied, "Ah yes, of course. I will go and get it for you."

The man went to the window and returned with a telephone. He brought it to Mrs. Weasley, and said, "This little devise here is used by muggles for communicating with each other, short or long distance. Sort of like how we communicate via fire."

Molly asked, "So, is it still operational?"

"Yes, it is. I try to change any muggle items that I receive in the store to works by magic."

"Do you think that I can try it out? I found an ad in the Daily Profit that had some strange numbers in the paper."

"Do you mind if I can take a look at it?"

"Oh, yeah of course."

She rummaged through her pocketbook, to find the ad and took it out of her bag.

"Here you go." She said as she handed it to the man.

So he took his wand and muttered a spell that sent electricity throughout the phone.

He then said, "You're set to use it ma'am."

Molly took out the ad from the paper and dialed the corresponding number.

Vernon said, "Vernon Dursley here, how may I help you?"

Molly replied, "Hi, My name is Molly Weasley and I am calling in regard to the ad in the paper."

Vernon said, "Ah yes, come over to the address in the ad at around 2:00 on the 15th of May."

Molly replied, "Thanks you." Then she hung up the phone and headed back to the burrow.