Hey, Quirkiness here, thanks to all who read the last chap, even if you didn't review. Please review, even if it's just to say you read it, even if you hate it!
Well, here it goes, hope you enjoy. (Disclaimer-first chapter)
Hey, I just realized, I forgot to mention last chapter that I changed Amy's name to Becca. Sorry if it caused any confusion, but I really like the name Becca, so I changed it.
Chapter 3
Becca looked up excitedly when she heard the knock on the door. "Well," Harry teased her, "Aren't you going to get the door?"
Becca rolled her eyes, stuck her tongue out at Harry but headed to open the door with her parents.
"Hello," Hannah, Becca's mom, greeted, "You must be Professor McGonagall. I'm Hannah Benson."
"Good morning," McGonagall answered, "I am Prof. McGonagall."
"Please come in," Hannah answered, "This is my husband, Ben, and my daughter, Becca."
"Lovely to meet you," McGonagall said, "I will be introducing you to the magical world and taking you to Diagon Alley. That is where you can buy your school supplies."
"Professor, we have a slight situation. A friend of mine has also received a Hogwarts letter. He couldn't send a reply, and his relatives don't really approve of the magical world. We were wondering if we could bring him with us to get his supplies, and if you could let the headmaster know he wants to attend," Becca explained.
"Alright, Ms. Benson," McGonagall agreed, "That shouldn't be a problem. Who is your friend?"
"Please come and meet him," Becca answered, showing McGonagall to the living room.
Harry stood up as Becca, her parents, and McGonagall entered. "This is my friend Harry…." "Merlin," McGonagall breathed, "It's Harry Potter!" "Yes, ma'am, that's my name," Harry said, slightly confused, "But how do you know my name?"
"Everyone in the magical world knows your name!" McGonagall told him, "You're famous." "I think you have the wrong person, Professor," Harry explained, "There's no way I can be famous." "Don't you know!" McGonagall exclaimed. "Know what?" Harry asked, extremely confused. "He doesn't know," McGonagall muttered, "He doesn't know."
"Professor," Becca asked, "are you alright?" "Oh, yes, Ms. Benson," McGonagall replied, "I'm fine. It's just… I wasn't expecting this." "Expecting what?" Harry questioned. "Well, I wasn't expecting to meet you, or that you wouldn't know!" McGonagall told Harry.
"Alright," McGonagall said as she regained her composure, "I am sure that you want an explanation. Would you prefer to be told alone?" "No," Harry replied, "The Bensons can hear whatever it is you have to say. I trust them." "Alright," McGonagall agreed.
"I don't really know how to explain this. Your aunt and uncle were supposed to have told you years ago. It was many years ago when it happened. Well, you must understand, that just like with muggles, some are good, but others are evil. Many years back, one wizard went about as bad as you can go. He began to gather followers. If you stood up to him, he killed you. But still, some people stood up to him. Your parents were part of a group that resisted him. He didn't want them to thwart his plans, so one night he set out to kill them. He killed both your parents, and then he tried to kill you. But that's where his plans went wrong. He couldn't kill you! When he tried to he was defeated. That's why you're famous. You defeated him," McGonagall finished.
"Wow," Harry breathed. "Professor, what was his name?" Becca asked. "We do not say it!" McGonagall exclaimed. "Why?" Becca questioned. "People are still afraid of him," McGonagall explained. "But it's just a name," Becca responded, "even if you fear him, there's nothing wrong with saying his name."
"Well," McGonagall briskly changed the subject, "I will tell the headmaster." "No need to tell me, Minerva," Dumbledore said as he entered the room, "I am here."
Okay, ok, I know it's short, but it's late and my mom is kicking me off the computer. Sorry it took so long to update, but I've been working on my school play and on my real stories, as in not fan fiction. Sorry. Gotta go,
Bye,
Quirkiness
