Author's Note: Hi! This is my first ever fanfiction, quite new to putting my writings out there for others to see. So please be kind, I would love to hear from you about what you think and will take constructive criticism :) I have read a lot of others fanfiction and thought I would take a jab at it.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter and the Harry Potter World, that's all JKR, of course. I will take credit for my Other Character Zandorra and her family though :)
Book Blurb: Zandorra O'Cleary is used to different. She looks different than her family, she can do different things (things that are even different in the magical world), and she tends to gravitate to different. Zandorra is excited when she finds herself having to move to a different country and start at a different school. A school that happens to be attended by the famous Harry Potter and his friends. Join Zandorra while she discovers just how crazy Harry Potter's life is and how she helps him make it through their 5th year of magical schooling.
Our memories make us who we are. Life is full of them, good memories and bad. For my fifteen years of life, I have been lucky enough to have mostly positive memories. The few bad ones I can recall were just minor. The thing about luck though, it eventually runs out.
Chapter 1
* An Irish Vacation *
Zandorra POV
A strong breeze blows through the backyard making my hammock swing fiercely and startling me awake. With a quick wave of my hand the hammock comes to a halt. It was a month and a half into the summer holidays, and it was a scorcher of a day. I'm relaxing in our magically enlarged backyard, soaking up the sunshine, while I can. My normally pale skin is bronzed from spending all my free time outside.
Being raised in Toronto has been amazing. The city is packed with both magical and non-magical entertainment. My family lives in a muggle neighbourhood so we have to keep the magical extravagance down whenever the neighbours visit but other than that there's no difference between here and the local Wizarding Neighbourhood. Unlike the United States we can have friendships and relationships with muggles or no-majs. The States are a lot harsher with their laws and regulations of their no-majs. Here in Canada, life is simpler and more peaceful for both worlds.
Instead of attending school here in Canada or being home schooled, my siblings and I cross the border to attend school at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Massachusetts. That's only because both mum and dad teach at Ilvermorny. Mum is our Potions Professor and dad is the Charms Professor. They too were students of Ilvermorny, having both grown up in the States. It was just easier to be all together than to be at separate schools with different holidays.
Ilvermorny is such an incredible school, I couldn't imagine a better one even if my parents didn't teach there. Both my brother and sister were chosen by the Pukwudgie, which represents the heart and favours healers. I unfortunately became an instant centre of attention when I stepped onto the Gordian Knot. All four carvings lit up. I was the first person in over 50 years to get to choose from all four houses. It was one of the hardest choices I've ever had to make. Do I choose Pukwudgie to be with my siblings or do I choose the house I'm drawn to the most? In the end I picked Thunderbird, the house that 'represents the soul and favours adventurers'.
"Zandorra!" My mum shouts, startling me from my thoughts. She's standing at the open sliding-glass door, spotting me she says, "It's time to go, darling."
"Coming mum," I call back, sitting up in the hammock. I try to swing my legs around but they get tangled in the fabric causing the hammock to flip, and I belly flop to the ground. Groaning, I roll on to my back. For a second I consider just laying here, but I know I'm on a time limit. With a huff I sit up and shake the grass from my long, wavy raven hair.
"I'm not even going to ask," an amused voice chuckled.
I look up to see my brother, Ezekiel, leaning against the tree at my feet. He's tall but not lanky, slightly muscular and his messy hair is the same dark copper hair mum has. He has a defined jawline, a great smile and smoldering hazel eyes *Eye Roll*. The girls love them and he loves the attention.
"You have a twig sticking out the back of your head," he pointed out and with a flick of his hand the twig fell to the ground. He steps forward and extends his hand out.
"Thanks," I said grabbing it and standing up. "Your non-verbal wandless magic is getting better!"
"Thanks, I'm still working on the harder spells but simple incantations I've got a handle of," he demonstrated this by giving me my book that was on the ground without his wand or saying anything. "We can't all be you, Zanny."
I roll my eyes and give him a slight shove.
"You always fall out of that thing." He says as we walk towards the house.
"Yeah it's like a 50/50 shot getting out of it without falling."
"So why do you lay in it?"
"I think better when I'm in it," I admit. "Are you as excited to go to Ireland for the rest of summer as I am?"
Zeke raises an eyebrow, "Is that sarcasm I'm detecting?" He smirks.
I don't answer but lightly hit his shoulder and wait for him to continue.
"Not entirely, no," he confessed. "I have a shit ton of homework because of N.E.W.T.S. this coming year and I had to leave that summer apprenticeship program at Dorchester early. Don't get me wrong, I am excited to go see where our ancestors came from and to see the fam but,"
"But do we have to go to Ireland for 4 weeks?" I said finishing his thought. "I know what you mean. Why couldn't we have just gone for two weeks? It's probably going to rain the entire time too."
"You aren't complaining about the weather already, Zandorra, are you?" Mum questioned me as we entered the kitchen. "We haven't even left yet. Besides we're going to Ireland not England. It rains just as much there than it does here."
Our mum was standing at the island going through some papers. She was average height and slim like myself. Her dark copper, wavy hair falls to her shoulders but is pinned out of her soft face showing off her freckles. She has a lovely smile, one that warms your heart.
"I'm just going to miss a Toronto summer." I make eye contact with her sapphire blue eyes and smile. "I would be more inclined to go that long if Kanin were allowed to come with us."
Kainin is my recently acquired boyfriend and our next door neighbour. We've been best friends since we were in diapers but this past school year was different. My girl friends started teasing us that we were dating. At first we just laughed it off but after a couple of months we realized that we did have more than friend feelings for each other. We decided to try dating and if it didn't work we would go back to just friends. It's been 7 months since that conversation and we're still dating.
"Your father and I already told you that this is a family vacation, Zandorra. Kanin can survive 4 weeks without you. Now please go get your bags and put them with the rest of the luggage. You too Ezekiel. The portkey leaves in ten minutes."
We nod and head up the stairs to our rooms. At the second landing, where most of the bedrooms are, Zeke heads for his room. But I keep climbing the stairs to the third landing. Originally our house only had three bedrooms but when my baby sister came along my parents converted the attic into a fourth bedroom. Zeke and I flipped a Dragot for it and I won.
The scarlet and black room had slanted ceilings which were covered in posters of my favourite Quidditch team, Bulgaria. I loved their Seeker, Victor Krum, which I had a very large poster of him doing his famous move, the Wronski Feint. I even got to see him play last summer at the Quidditch World Cup! I grab my already-packed black suitcase and Firebolt broom off my bed and head back down the stairs. On the second floor I can see my little sister in her room, sitting on her suitcase trying to close it. Her tiny frame just not heavy enough to do the job. I giggle as I watch her flaming red ringlets fall in her face as she bounces trying to get the zipper done up. She looks up with her electric blue eyes and spots me on the landing. She smiles.
"Do you need a hand there, wee one?" I ask as I set down my things and walk over to her. "You look to be having some trouble."
"Oh, yes please," Emersyn says and gets up off the suitcase. "It is impossible."
I wave my hand over the bag and mutter, "Cistem Prope." The zipper zips around with ease closing the suitcase. "There, nothing to it!"
"I wish I knew that spell," Emersyn said with awe and hugged me. "Thanks Dorra!"
"No problem Emmy. Is that everything? Just the one bag?"
"Yah, mum says my dragon stuffy is too big." I look over to said dragon and nod.
"That thing is bigger than you Ems. Why don't we find you a new dragon stuffy while we are over there. How's that sound?"
"Ooo that sounds wonderful," Emmy giggled while jumping up and down.
"You two ready?" Zeke asks as he enters the room. "We have five minutes."
"Yep! We're all set to go," Emmy grabbed her bag and rolled it out of the room.
We follow her down the stairs with our luggage in tow. Downstairs I can hear mum shouting directions at dad and Betsy, our house elf. As they try to get the house ready for our absence. Then I hear a loud thud followed by a crash.
"Really Ezra," mother scorned. "That was the last of our Floo Powder."
"Well then I guess it's a good thing I'm a wizard, Elsinore, now isn't it?" My dad states, his Irish accent coming through a bit.
I round the corner into the living room and see dad sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace with Floo Powder all over him. He waves his wand and repairs the vase that holds the powder. With a second flick the magic dust flies back into the newly fixed container. He stands up and places it on the mantel.
My dad is tall and muscular like my brother. He has the same flaming red hair as my sister and has hazel eyes. He smiles when he sees us enter the room. Both my parents were still young, only 34. They got married right out of school and had Zeke not even a year later.
"You three ready to go?" Dad asks. He walks over and helps us pile our luggage in the centre of the room. "Right, now make sure all of you have hold of your suitcase and the portkey. We don't want to leave anything behind."
"Yes, because we aren't coming back here until the end of August." Mum pointed out. "Betsy, dear if you need anything you know where to find us."
"Ugh please don't remind us, mum" Zeke said rolling his eyes.
"Yah don't tempt me," I joke. "I might just forget to touch the portkey."
My mum's eyes narrow and she links her arm with mine just to make sure I didn't pull anything. The rest of my family gather around our luggage, making sure we had one hand on our things and our other hand was touching the old wine bottle. Dad checks his watch and nods his head. I shut my eyes.
He starts counting down, "five, four, three, two,"
But I don't hear him say 'one' as the portkey is activated. I feel the familiar pull in my naval region as I'm hooked and dragged into nothingness. I keep my eyes tightly shut so I don't get dizzy. I hate traveling this way. If I had a choice, I'd rather spend the 6 and a half hours it takes to fly on an airplane than portkey. But I didn't so here I am.
A moment later I feel the hard ground under my feet again and open my eyes. We're standing on top of what looks like a mountain, I can see for miles in all directions. The landscape is beautiful, a jaw-dropping view. Rolling hills covered in dark green grass and rocks, fast moving rivers and a deep blue lake, and warm sunshine beating down on us.
"Hmm, looks like we are in luck," I said with a grin. "It's sunny."
"Good thing too," dad squints as he glances at the sun. "We have a bit of a walk before we get to Fort Cleary."
"Walk?" Zeke exclaims, spinning around to look at dad. "We aren't muggles, dad. Why are we walking across valleys when we can just apparate closer to the wards?"
"Because we are already as close as we can get to the wards, Ezekiel," mum explains with a smirk, pointing to a very old looking stone wall. "The boundary is right there."
"You mean that crumbling wall is the barrier?" Zeke shook his head and snickered.
"Come on let's get a move on." Dad says, charming our luggage to levitate.
We began our descent to the stone boundary about 20 meters away.
"Why is the boundary so far out?" Emmy asks following after dad.
"It surrounds the land that the Ó Cléirigh Clan owns."
"How much do we own?"
"The Ó Cléirigh Clan had thousands of acres at one point but they only own about a hundred acres now."
"As cool as that is," I interject, swinging a leg over my broom. "I'm going to fly there."
"Dorra, can I ride with you?" Emmy pleaded, jumping up and down in excitement.
I waved her over and she climbed on behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist.
"Really, Zandorra?" Mum scowled at me as I kicked off the ground and zoomed into the air. "You can walk like the rest of us."
I just grinned and pushed on higher. The view was even more incredible from up here. It felt amazing to feel the fresh warm air blowing through my hair. Emmy was giggling and telling me to go higher. We were about 50 feet in the air when we heard mum yelling at us that we were too high.
"Ahh she's such a fun sucker," Emmy pouted. "We aren't even that high and it's not like you're a bad flier."
"Best not upset her before we even get to the house. Besides flying at 10 feet still gets the job done." I swirl around until we're flying just above the rest of our family's heads. "They're just jealous that they didn't think to bringing brooms too."
After about twenty minutes we managed to get to the other side of the valley. It over looked a small lake and a large three-story manor complete with a tower, half covered in ivy. A large wall, made of stone and iron, surrounded the lake, manor and the generous grounds. The path that we had been following ended at a vast wrought iron gate.
"That's where we are staying all summer?" I gasped in complete astonishment, bringing the broom down to the ground and dismounting. "I could get used to that."
"Your great-grandfather grew up here before moving to North America," Dad said wrapping an arm around mum. "His brother stayed and kept the family going here."
"Well let's get a move on," mum encouraged, kissing dad on the cheek. "Aunt Maureen is expecting us for lunch."
We followed after her down the last hill towards the gate. As we walked, the house seemed to be getting bigger, I couldn't believe our family lived here. It sure beat our small townhouse. Once at the wall I could see detail on the gate. The iron had been twisted into a beautiful design of Celtic knots and in the centre was a shield with three leaves on it. Dad whispered a few words, tapped the iron with his wand and the gate creaked open.
The archway opened to a well manicured lawn complete with hedges, statues and a fountain in the centre. I had never seen anything like it before. There was nothing like this in the city. To top it off, there were two peacocks roaming around picking at the grass. One full of colour, the other was an albino.
Mum ushered us through the gateway and down the path until we all stood in front of the grand entry. The solid wood door stood a story and a half tall with more intricate cravings all over it and a black iron knocker placed in the centre. It looked like it was once stained a gold colour but was several decades faded.
Dad lifted the iron ring and knocked three times. After a few moments I could hear shuffling on the other side and the door handle moved. The door swung open to reveal an extravagant entryway and a small house elf with a huge smile across his face. He bowed low to the ground.
"Welcome masters and mistresses of the Ó Cléirigh's," he squeaked in an Irish accent. "Come in, come in! Mistress Maureen will be right down."
"Thank you so much," mum said and stepped across the threshold. "What's your name."
"Codbey is my name malady."
"Nice to meet you, Codbey."
"Codbey is most excited to have the young mister and misuses here," he squeaked as he closed the door behind us.
The foyer was a large room, with a vaulted ceiling and the floor and walls covered in stone and wood. Plenty of large windows allowed for the natural light to pour in. There was an area rug covering most of the centre of the floor and paintings hanging on the walls. A single round, wooden table sat in the middle of the room. It was painted white with a bouquet of wild flowers on top.
"There they are!" A voice boomed from across the room. At the top of the grand staircase stood a friendly looking woman who had to be in her 50s. She was long-legged, curvy and had waist-length, fiery red locks with grey streaks throughout. Her electric blue eyes gazed over the five of us. "Welcome. Welcome, to Fort Cleary!"
"Aunt Maureen, looking beautiful as always." Dad stepped forward to greet her as she descended the stairs.
"Oh, Ezra you flatter me." She stretched out a hand for dad to kiss and then embraced mum in a light hug. "Elsinore darling, you are ravishing."
"Thank you Aunt Maureen. I'd like to introduce our children to you." Mum lined us up in front of the woman, like we were about to be inspected. "Our son Ezekiel, our eldest daughter Zandorra and our youngest Emersyn."
The three of us smiled and said hi to our great aunt. She stepped closer to us to get a better look, I suspect, and smiled. When her smile got to me however, it faltered slightly. I became very self conscious of my stormy grey eyes and dark raven hair. She glanced to my father and mother and then back at me. I caught confusion in her eyes but it was quickly replaced with joy.
"Ah I haven't seen photos of you three since you were just wee ones," she gushed. "Zandorra, Emersyn, look at you two. You've both grown into beautiful young woman and Ezekiel, what a fine man you've become."
"Thank you Aunt Maureen," my brother and sister said in unison.
I just looked at the woman, not really knowing what to say. If she's seen photos of me before then my eyes and hair colour shouldn't have been a surprise. Why did she care that they weren't the same as the rest of my family anyway?
"It comes from my mothers side," I mumbled, more to myself than to her.
"Come, come you must be famished!" Aunt Maureen insisted, either ignoring my comment or just not hearing it, she beckoned us to follow her.
She lead us down a hallway to the left that opened up into a small dinning room. It too had lots of windows and wooden floors. The five of us took our seats around the old wooden table in the centre. A moment later 7 table settings appeared in front of each chair and in another moment the food and drink appeared. Codbey walked out through a second door, I'm guessing it led to the kitchen, to remove the lids and light the candles.
"My husband should be on..." Aunt Maureen began but was interrupted by a throat being cleared.
"I'm right here, darling," said a scruffy voice.
A tall man stood in the doorway Codbey just came from. He, like his wife, had fiery red hair and bright blue eyes. He was casually dressed and a bit dirty, like he'd been working outside. Lord Ó Cléirigh smiled as he took in his new guests.
"You finally made it over, eh? About time too," Uncle Fallon chuckled. "Welcome! I'll just be a minute, Mo, need to wash up first."
"Well get going then," she smiled. "We are all hungry."
Uncle Fallon disappeared back into the kitchen while Aunt Maureen poured herself a glass of wine and offered the bottle to mum. Who gladly took it and half filled her glass with the red liquid. I reach across Emmy and grabbed the wine bottle from mum, examining the label, it was from France.
"Go ahead lass," Uncle Fallon encouraged while he took his seat at the head of the table. "You're not in Canada anymore the youth over here always indulge in a glass or two at dinner."
"Really? But it's lunch," I looked to mum to see if she was totally against this or not. She just smiled and gave a quick nod. "Alright then, I would love to try a glass."
I followed mum's lead and let flow the wine, passing the bottle to Uncle Fallon. I smelled the wine and then swirled it around in the glass before taking a sip of the red liquid. This wasn't my first glass of wine but Merlin was this the most amazing I had ever tasted. Soon I was distracted by the delicious food being passed around the table.
"So Ezekiel you're entering your last year at Ilvermorny?" Uncle Fallon asked as Codbey and other elf cleared the table. "Have you decided what you are doing once you're done?"
"I am yes and I'm wanting to be a Healer. I was accepted into the summer apprenticeship program at Dorchester Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries but had to leave it early."
"Why on Earth did you decline, boy?" Aunt Maureen asked seeming totally flabbergasted. "That is such an incredible opportunity for you."
"I was told I had to come here. Mum said that family was more important than a summer apprenticeship program."
"It wasn't by luck that you got into that program Ezekiel," Mum pointed out. "You are top of your year and show phenomenal potential as a Healer. They chose you because they believe in your capabilities and so do we."
"Well your mother is right about that," Uncle Fallon said as he stood from the table. "Why don't we move our reunion to the back porch? It's a beautiful sunny day and we should enjoy it whilst we can."
The rest of us stood to follow him out the back door but Emmy grabbed at mum's dress to stop her. I stopped too until mum waved me forward and turned her attention back to Emmy. I did as she wanted and continued on outside with the others. Stepping across the threshold I was immediately bathed in warm sunshine.
"Come Zandorra," Aunt Maureen beckoned me from across the patio where everyone else was seated around a fire pit. "Where did your mother and sister disappear to?"
"I'm not sure," I shrugged and sat down in a chair. "Maybe the toilet?"
"So Ezekiel, what drew you to becoming a Healer?" Aunt Maureen asked. "I would have thought teaching would be your go to. Keep it in the family."
"Well I was sorted into Pukwudgie, it's the house that's favours healers and the heart. At first I didn't understand, especially when both my parents were sorted into Horned Serpent. But by second year I was helping out Healer Johnston in the infirmary. I was just drawn to it."
"You really do have an affinity for it Zeke," I complemented. "He's taught me almost everything I know about Healing."
"Are you also interested in becoming a healer too, Zandorra?" My uncle asked, his eyebrows raised.
"No I don't think so," I said shaking my head. "I mean I am good at it. But I think my future career needs a bit more adventure."
"You were sorted into a different house then?" Aunt Maureen interjected while reaching for a glass of iced tea Codbey just brought out.
"She wasn't sorted at all," Emmy said bouncing out onto the patio. Zeke reached his arms out and Emmy climbed onto his lap. "She got to choose which house she wanted to be in."
"Oh? Please explain dear," Aunt Maureen said raising her barely visible eyebrows.
"Well all four houses wanted her so she got to choose which one. It doesn't happen often, only about 1 every 100 years."
"Yes, but about a third of the time two houses will want a student," I imputed, taking my aunts attention. "I chose the house of the Thunderbird."
"Which doesn't make any sense to me Dorra," Zeke declared. "You're just as talented as I am in healing and you chose not to be with your family."
"Ezekiel," Dad warned. "We've discussed this many times."
"I know I know," Zeke waved off dad. "It's actually nice not being in the same house. Not having to be around each other 24/7."
"Didn't know what you had until it was gone?" I joked looking at Emmy.
"Hey! I don't bug Zeke." Emmy interjected. "All the time."
We all laughed at that. The rest of the afternoon was spent much the same. Sitting outside enjoying the rarity of the sun, drinking iced tea and catching up with the family. When Codbey came out to inform us that dinner was ready, I was surprised how much time had gone by. Dinner passed much like lunch had. Delicious food and wine were consumed but it was just the adults now holding the conversation. My siblings and I had run out of things to discuss.
"Tomorrow evening is the Gala for St. Mongo's. A little fundraiser dinner for the hospital in London," Aunt Maureen mentioned to mum. "Fallon and I were going to attend. We would love it if you and Ezra would join us. Come meet some of our friends and extended family?"
"St. Mungo's?" Mum looked slightly confused. "Isn't that in London? I thought there was a hospital in Dublin?"
"There is," Aunt Maureen confirmed. "Their Gala is in the spring."
"Oh, I don't know," mum said biting her bottom lip. "What about the kids? We only just got here."
"The children will be fine, dear. The elves will be here to tend to them."
"Ezra dear, would you like to go to a Gala tomorrow night?"
"Is there food?" Dad inquired.
"And Fire Whiskey," Uncle Fallon added.
"I'm in then. We haven't been to a Gala in years love."
"Wonderful!" Aunt Maureen exclaimed with a huge smile. "Our portkey leaves at 5:05 tomorrow evening."
"May I be excused?" I ask, done with sitting and listening to adult conversation. "I'd like to go write to Kainin now."
"Of course, Zandorra, all three of you are excused from the table," dad said and waved us off.
I help Emmy out of her chair and we head down the hall towards the stairs with Zeke following after us. Our rooms are on the second floor, one after another starting with Zeke first, then Emmy, with my room at the end of the hall. I close the door behind me once I'm in my room and look around again. The room is a decent size, larger than mine back home. A large queen-sized four poster bed sits centre against the far wall, there's a walk-in closet and an attached bathroom. My luggage bag sits on a bench at the foot of the bed. I hadn't unpacked anything yet, what with the tour and all the chatting. I decide I should start unpacking before sitting down to write my letter to Kainin.
I let out a sigh and walk over to it and unzip the bag. I hate putting clothes away, but I also don't want to live out of a bag all summer. Maybe I could practice my wandless, non-verbal magic again. I close my eyes, so I can visualize what I want to happen, think the words to the charm and wave my hand in the right movements. I quickly open my eyes and I watch in amazement as my clothes fly into the closet and start putting themselves away. Perfect! However, going in the closet myself I notice my dresses and other clothing that needed to be hung-up were on the floor beneath the hangers. Damn, almost got it perfect.
After hanging up the last of my clothes, I went over to the desk and started writing a quick letter to my boyfriend. I told him about my day and about the manor. I tried my best the describe the beautiful landscape here but I don't think I did it justice. I finished off the letter saying I would try the write once a week and that I missed and loved him. Placing my letter in an envelope, I went back downstairs in search for the adults. I needed to borrow an owl and I didn't know where the owlery was. I find them in the sitting room still talking but they've switched out the wine for coffee. They seem to be in a somewhat heated discussion.
"The boy is crazy!" Aunt Maureen says, waving a newspaper in the air. "How on earth could he be telling the truth?"
"Who's crazy?" I ask stepping into the room.
"No one is crazy," dad said looking pointedly at Aunt Maureen. "Well I'm sure there some crazy people out there but the person we are discussing is not."
"He and that crack-pot old fool are claiming He-who-must-not-be-named has risen from the dead." Aunt Maureen said standing up and leaving the room in a huff.
"Is he really back?" I ask, cautiously. "Who would say such a horrible thing if it wasn't true?"
"Harry Potter," mum said shaking her head. "Said he witnessed He-who-must-not-be-named resurrected back in June during the final task of the Tri Wizard Tournament. The poor dear saw his classmate murdered in front of him too."
"So why is Aunt Maureen saying he's crazy and lying?" I questioned, confused as to why there was even an argument. "Wouldn't Harry Potter be the last person to lie about what's his face coming back?"
"Because the London newspaper, The Daily Prophet, has been printing false stories and slandering him and Albus Dumbledore almost very day," dad shook his head. "Their Minister for Magic is saying that they are lying, just trying to get attention. That one one can come back from the dead."
I roll my eyes at that. Some Minister they have. We live in a Magical world there's always a way to get what you want. Just all depends on how far you want to go. I mean there's a whole strand of dark magic all about rising the dead. My mind tries to go through all the books I've read in the past, trying to find one about necromancy. Even if the Ministry didn't think it was possible, it was certainly plausible.
"Did you need something Dorra?" Mum asked breaking me from my thoughts.
"Uh yeah, I finished my letter and need to borrow an owl."
"The address on the envelope?" Uncle Fallon asked. I nodded. "Codbey."
With a crack the elf is bowing in front of Uncle Fallon. "Yes Master. What can Codbey do for you."
"I need you to take this letter to the owlery and have an owl take it to the address on it."
"Yes Master. Right away Master."
I hand the letter to Codbey and with another crack he's gone.
"Thank you," I smile to Uncle Fallon. "Well I'm going to get ready for bed now. Goodnight."
"Goodnight," he and my parents say and I wave.
I head back up to my room and go to my bathroom to have a shower. I dry off and wrap the towel around my body while I use another to get as much of the dampness out of my hair. I brush my teeth and then brush my hair before going to my closet and putting on an old large tee shirt that used to be Kainin's and some panties. After throwing the damp towels in the laundry hamper I climb into the bed and cuddle under the covers. I let out a sigh then with a quick 'Nox' the lights go out and I quickly fall into a dreamless sleep.
Author's Note:
Just a small mention of Harry and his World in this chapter. There will be more Harry Potter in the next one, I promise! I just wanted time to introduce my Other Character and her family.
