Yippee my first Fic. I absolutely love Harry Potter, don't own it o'course but ah well.
And in case I didn't make myself clear: Harry Potter (although wonderful and magnificent) is not owned by me. Deep breath Here it goes…
The orphanage sat at the end of a gravel drive, it's windows facing in all kinds of directions. It seamed as if light from outside reflecting off it's windows would make it impossible to peer in.
Four teens stood on the drive, a little off to the side. After all, they really did not want to draw a large amount of attention. The boy in the front had scruffy black hair, and thick glasses through which he surveyed the orphanage. He had seen it once before, in a memory, yet in really life he was forced to survey it in a strategic way. Like one of his quiditch games. The girl next to him watched the place in a more calculating look. She was sizing it up, after all she had never seen the place before and she was looking it over in her normal inquisitive way. The two other teens looked the orphanage over in their own ways. The boy with the bright red hair seamed edgy and nervous. The girl who had hair, brown and straight, and slanted glasses like cats eyes, watched the orphanage with interest.
"That's where he lived? In those walls Tom Riddle actually grew up?"
Harry Potter nodded. "Ya, And he really did hate it. He was all ready for someone to take him out of there when Dumbldor came." He sighed and they all took a moment to stare upward thinking of their brilliant headmaster. Herminie brook the silence.
"How do you think they'll ever allow us to look through their things? From what you said do you even think they'd still have them?"
Harry shrugged. His gaze although mainly directed at the old building ahead of them, darted now and then to their surroundings, his ears pricked for any sign of a wizard aperating near by. "They might not want us to look, the woman who was there before seemed like she'd didn't care much for visitors. Still it doesn't seem like they could afford to throw anything away. I bet they just reuse the toys over and over."
"Still even if they don't let us, we can still pull the old invisibility trick on them, can't we," Ron said. He was restless. They had been standing out on the cold drive way for fifteen minutes already. Moonita, the girl standing next to him, smiled and turned to Harry.
"Harry, I think Ron's right. We've spent as much time debating the situation already. Why don't we just head in and give it a shot?"
"Because it can't be that simple if this is Voldemort. Why would he just leave one here? We have to know what we're up against."
"But we don't know, we can't possibly know. And it's not like there are Death Eaters lying in wait right inside the doors." Moonita was getting annoyed. "And why wouldn't Voldemort want to leave one here? It's the place where he had his first revenges. His first flickerings of magic. And it would prove his defyment of Dumbldor by using the mouth organ. Dumbledor specifically told him to give it back." Her exasperation melted suddenly and she grinned at Harry. "Would it make you feel better if I take full responsibility for whatever happens in there? Me being the one who suggested looking here?"
Harry frowned. He really didn't want anyone taking responsibility for this quest except him. It was hard enough allowing the three of them to come along. But he had to admit it was useful having Herminie's brain, Moonita's insight, and Ron's… well he was happy just to have a mate around who could help him laugh. They all had helped him at school, and he desperately needed them now. He conceded defeat.
"Fine. Lets go in."
"Actually," said Herminie. "Two of us should probably stay outside. If we all march in no one's going to understand why four teenagers are investigating old childhood relics by themselves." The others agreed. The decision was for Harry and Herminie to do it, since they could portray a good air of professionalism. And Herminie made a very convincing intern. Ron grumbled from outside as he and Moonita watched through a window. He was still frozen.
Inside Harry and Herminie met an elderly lady at the front desk. Harry had a slight double take. The lady was remarkably similar to the one whom he had seen in the memory. They were obviously related. He jumped straight into things.
"Excuse me, are you by any chance related to the owner of this orphanage form about fifty years ago?"
"Well now that brings me back," cried the woman. She had a broad accent and despite the freckles on her cheeks that hinted lively girlhood years, she was obviously well past them. "Must ave been only six years when old granmumy worked ere."
Excited Harry pressed on.
"Do you know what your grandmother did with the playthings of the orphans that left?"
Herminie shot Harry a look that said that he was being far to straight forward. She hurried to put in
"We're tracking down some of the old things of an orphan who was once here."
Outside Ron and Moonita couldn't hear a think. Only Moonita really cared about what way going on inside, Ron only was worrying over his cold feet; though he did agree that hearing the conversation would have distracted him a little. Suddenly Moonita had an inspiration. She dug through her pocket and found a flesh colored piece of string. Ron grinned and dug one out too. Their two strands of extendable ears snaked their way into the front room where the older woman was racking her memory.
"We keep all the old things somewhere in the attic I'd wadger. Got famous did 'e you say. We get those now and then. Always wanting to prove themselves orphans. One of ours became a prime minister you know." Herminie smiled at Harry at the part about orphans proving themselves. Harry determinedly remained watching the old woman.
"But if you want to look through 'is old mementoes I'll take you up to look."
The others outside gawked at how easily this woman had bought their story. They watched as she led the two upstairs and waited until she returned to the front hall. Then they jointed Harry and Herminie upstairs.
With a crack Moonita appeared beside Herminie who was sifting through the contense of an old chest of drawers.
"I can't believe she bought it, she must never have thought interesting thinks happen to orphans! Shesh!" Moonita was quite amused.
"It helps us out a lot she doesn't," said Harry from over in a corner of the attic searching an old wardrobe.
"Ahhh warmth," sighed Ron. Herminie giggled.
Their search took longer then anticipated. Harry was very disappointed to find out that the mouth organ was not in Voldemort's old wardrobe. It ended up being Ron who found it. They heard his yelp from across the attic.
He was in a corner filled with steamer trunks standing at weird angles. The mouth organ had been in a purse he had pulled out of one and upon finding the drated thing had promptly dropped it to the floor. They all eyed it suspiciously. Moonita's eyes hardened and she muttered, "I said I'ld take responsibility for whatever happens here." She reached down and plucked the mouth organ up. Harry and Herminie both cried out in alarm and a flash of light sparked out from the horucrux. Startled Ron backed into a pile of steamer trunks. The pile toppled downward and toward the startled girl holding the part of Voldemort's soul.
Ha! A clife hanger for all those polite people who read it and were getting board of the lack of action. Ahhhhhhhhhhh I am so sorry I didn't warn anybody about my evil spelling curse. (Not wizard spells. Ha Ha.) I can't spell squat. And I didn't have a copy of the books handy so I know I misspelled Herminie's name horribly. Please forgive me! Well I know I haven't written enough to really review on, but I would apreasiate it all the same and I'll thank you when next I write. No flames. I light my own fires. Ha ha. Shine On!