Yay! I feel so happy! I updated in less time than last time...under a month! That is a personal goal for me. Ok, the last chapter kind of cam eout of no where but what would you do if someone was keeping your whole life from you? Oh and thank you Poohdog and Bukama Stealth for reviewing!
Disclaimer- I do not ownHarry Potteror any of its characters. They are all owned by J. k. Rowling but I do own those characters which you don't recognize
It was the next morning when Harry left his room. After his run in with Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon the previous day about what had happened in the graveyard, Harry had stomped up to his room, slammed the door, and stared at the ceiling fuming inside. He had never really asked them what had happened to his parents. Then again when he did ask, they gave him vague answers and told him to go bother someone else. Was it too much just to know what happened to your family? With this in mind, Harry slept off and did not wake up till the next morning.
When he got up, he had a horrible headache and he was still feeling angry from the day before. Then he remembered something. He could go and ask the Hermione girl from the dentist. She had told Harry that she came every day since her parents worked there. Only it might be a little embarrassing since Harry had called her crazy before and now he was asking her for answers.
Harry thought about it for a while and decided that being embarrassed and getting answers was better than nothing. So he quickly got dressed and went downstairs to possibly grab something to eat before leaving.
When Harry got downstairs, Aunt Petunia was already in the kitchen making toast and bacon. When she looked up at him, Harry scowled at her. Instead of yelling at him like she usually did, she looked back at her bacon and asked, "Why are you up so early?"
Harry's eyes widened a bit in surprise as he answered, "I'm going to London."
"What for?" asked taking out a plate and putting two strips of bacon on it.
"A…friend of mine lives there; I'm going to see her," replied Harry curtly still scowling at his aunt.
Aunt Petunia put a piece of toast on the plate and held it out to Harry without looking at him. "If you're leaving, you'd better leave soon, the next bus for London leaves in twenty minutes." Harry stared at the plate not knowing what to do with it. "Well, take the plate, it's your breakfast."
Harry slowly took the plate glancing suspiciously at his aunt. He glanced at the food carefully then slowly took a bite. As he was eating, he noticed that Aunt Petunia was looking at him with something that Harry could not place. It seemed to be some form of affection mixed in with hate. He scowled at her again and asked, "Is it 'be nice to Harry day' today?"
Aunt Petunia took a step back and said, "No…I just…realized that you look malnourished…"
Harry snorted in contempt as he finished the last piece of his toast. He got up, put the plate in the sink and walked out of the kitchen muttering a quiet "thanks" to his aunt. Had he looked back, he would have noticed the same look that she gave him when he stormed up to his room yesterday.
Petunia Dursley watched her nephew's back as he exited the house. As much as he reminded her of the Potter boy her sister got married to, there was still some of Lily in him. The Lily who used to be normal…not the Lily with magic, and as much as Petunia wanted to hate Harry like her husband did, part of her wouldn't let that happen because Harry was the only relative left on her side of the family. The only blood connection to her sister…
Harry walked out of the house as calmly as he could. He was too preoccupied to even put together what had just happened in the kitchen. Harry wanted answers and going to London w probably the only way to get them.
He arrived at the bus stop where he would catch the bus that went to London. Today the stop was very crowded. The bus arrived five minutes later and it was bright red in color. It had some strange Latin words on it which Harry couldn't understand. As he got onto the bus and sat down at a seat, he noticed that most of the people who were waiting at the bus stop with him were getting onto the bus. He frowned to himself at this thought but brushed it off as it was probably around the time that people left for work.
Almost half an hour later, Harry was woken up by an old lady sitting next to him asking him if he was getting off at the bus stop across from King's Cross. Harry rubbed his eyes and nodded to her question. When she told him that this was the stop, Harry hurriedly thanked her and got off the bus.
It was extremely busy at this time of day. He could not recall ever seeing another place as busy as this. The good thing was that Harry still remembered how to get to the dentist office.
As he started walking down the street, he also noticed that there were many people wearing strange robes walking about. They were also clutching some kind of newspaper in their hands with…moving pictures? Harry tried getting a closer look but every time he got near, the people would always move and he wouldn't get a chance to see the paper. Sighing in resignation, Harry hurried to the dentists.
When he opened the door to the office, he saw that it was crowded with people of all ages and sizes. Harry scanned the crowd of people in front of him and saw Hermione in a corner glaring at the group of people next to her who were talking so loud as if they owned the place. They seemed completely oblivious to everything that was going on and it was annoying the heck out of Hermione.
Harry quickly sat down in front of her. When she did not notice him, he cleared his throat. "Ahem…"
Hermione glanced up from what she was doing and glared at him. She looked back down then back up. She smirked at Harry and said, "Oh, it's you. I figured that I might be seeing you soon."
"How?"
Hermione glanced around to make sure that no one was watching and thrust a newspaper at Harry. On the cover in large bold print letters it said:
Harry Potter Found at Last!
"What is this?" asked Harry.
"It's the wizarding newspaper," replied Hermione in a hushed tone. "The Daily Prophet." As Harry rolled his eyes, Hermione said, "Can you honestly tell me that you don't believe me now, Harry? You're a wizard. It's in your blood."
"I don't want to believe you," he muttered.
"Well, it is true and I'm sorry that you didn't learn of it earlier, it would have taken a whole load off your shoulder in my opinion, living with muggles…not that my parents are bad or anything, it's just the people you live with…" Hermione trailed off as she saw a scowl begin to form on Harry's face. "Oh, I'm sorry…I didn't mean to…"
"No, it's ok, I'm not too fond of them. They won't tell me anything," said Harry handing the newspaper back to Hermione. He looked at the book she was reading and said, "What are you reading?"
Hermione glanced down at her book and said, "Oh, this, it's Hogwarts, A History. One of the best books I've read in my opinion."
"What's Hogwarts?"
Hermione's jaw almost dropped but then she remembered that Harry didn't know anything about the wizarding world so she said, "It's the school all witches and wizards in the United Kingdom usually go to. That's where you should have gone if you had gotten a letter."
Something in Harry's mind opened as he remembered a day four years ago when he had gotten a letter. "Was it by any chance a letter that was addressed to the room you live in, in your house?"
Hermione looked at him in surprise and said, "Yes, how did you know?"
Harry cursed himself silently for never asking more about the letter. If only he had opened it before giving Uncle Vernon the rest of post. "I got a letter like that when I turned eleven. My aunt and uncle took and I never saw it again. Knowing them, they probably knew that I was a wizard the whole time and replied saying that I wasn't coming."
"That's horrible, Harry."
Harry shook his head and looked at Hermione. She looked pretty smart to him, and by the looks of it, she already knew a lot about him so he assumed that she wouldn't have any problem answering one question of his. "Hermione, what can you tell me about my parents?"
Harry watched as the girl in front of him visibly paled. "I-I'm not sure if I'm really the one to tell you what happened. I mean I-I know what happened but I…"
"Tell me."
Hermione gulped and said, "O-ok. Well, it's the same in every book I've read about you. It was Halloween night in 1981 and you were with your parents." Hermione paused to make sure that no one was listening. "Then you-know-who came."
"You-Know-Who?" asked Harry. "I'm sorry but I don't know who- or is that his real name?"
Hermione shook her head. "No one says his name…it's Voldemort though," she whispered. "Bloody powerful wizard, came into your house, and killed your dad first with the Killing curse."
"Killing curse?"
"Avada Kedavra…are you sure you want me to tell you this? It doesn't feel right."
"Keep going," urged Harry.
"He went to kill you but your Mom told him to take her instead…he killed her with the killing curse then when he went to kill you, no one knows why but the killing curse rebounded off you and hit you-know-who instead. He's back though, very much in power. And with Dumbledore gone…who knows what's going to happen." Hermione shivered slightly. She pointed to Harry's scar and said, "What's where he hit you with the curse."
Harry rubbed his scar and said softly, "Wow…and all these years I thought it was a car crash." He looked up at Hermione who seemed very shaken and said, "Is that all?"
Hermione eyes widened. She shook her head and said, "Look Harry, I really feel bad about telling you all this. I know that you really want to know more but I…I feel uncomfortable telling you all this."
Harry frowned and said, "Do you know anyone else who can answer my questions?"
Hermione nodded. "Professor McGonagall, she can help you. I you want, I can owl her and ask her to come to my house in two days or something, is that ok?"
Harry sighed and said, "I guess so, at least it's better than nothing."
Hermione smiled and said, "Don't worry so much, you'll get your answers eventually."
Harry gratefully smiled at her and said, "Thanks." He got up and looked at his feet. "Err…could I get your number just in case I need to err…reach you?"
Hermione smirked at him and mumbled something that sounded like "boys" and took out a piece of paper. She quickly wrote down her number and said, "How should I reach you?"
Harry took the paper from her and said, "I'll call you in two days. If I don't call then you can safely assume that I don't want to know anything else."
"Ok then…see you in two days, Harry," said Hermione going back to her book.
Harry looked at the girl, said a quick "see you" and left. Unfortunately, his mind was not the least bit at rest with what he had learned. If anything it was even more restless.