"You're awake," Her boyfriend said. He was not smiling.
"I'm… what?" Miss petal said. She could not remember falling asleep. She felt awful. Her head was spinning, and she could smell fresh vomit nearby. Then last nights events came flooding back… she had been looking at the order, then…
"You collapsed" Her boyfriend said. "Scared me stiff. The things I see everyday…" he shuddered "I thought you were next. You've no idea," No idea? No idea? She saw friends and family drop dead around her, been tortured by you-know-who himself…
"What's this?" Her boyfriend said, throwing the box onto the bed.
"Oh… it's just some old letters. Really old, I just don't want to throw -"
"Oh? The picture is moving," his voice was shaking. Realisation hit Miss Petal like an iron fist. How could she have been so stupid? "What is this?"
Miss Petal took a great breath. "I'm a witch," He stared at her in disbelief. She sighed, knowing she had no choice; she pulled her wand from her pocket, and flicked it at a dressing gown, which melted to water and back again. He looked from the wand, to the dressing gown, and then finally to Miss Petal.
"YOU FREAK!" he roared, knocking over a chair as a baked out of the room. Miss Petal made to chase him, but had barley made the living room door when she heard his car roll out of the drive. She fell and slid down the wall, her face in her hands, sobbing hysterically. There was only one thing to do. She grabbed the little pot from her pocket, stood in front of the fire, and threw the powder in. She was making contact with the wizarding world.
She threw her head into the fire, and screamed "The burrow!" into the flames. Her head span and span until coming to a steady halt. She was looking into the all to familiar kitchen. As she stared around, she knew she was home at last.
"Molly?" She whispered. A plump woman in a flowery apron came hurrying into the room, a young red headed girl on her hip. She nearly dropped the girl in disbelief.
"Melodie?" her mouth was open in utter disbelief. She set the girl down on a playing mat, and then hurried over to the fire. "What's the matter, what's happened?" she sounded panicked. Miss Petal launched. She told Molly all about Harry, and Dumbledore, and her boyfriend, and the magic she could no longer keep at bay.
"And I didn't know who else to talk to Molly… I can't stop thinking about him. I still love Gideon,"