Harriet Dursley
chapter2
Marge stared down at the letter in her hand. It must be hocks. There couldn't be such a thing as a school of wizardry, for one there was no such thing as magic. And then she looked down at Harriet lying on the ground, what if it weren't? And the Marge thought of all the strange letters she'd received from her school about how some strange things normal children would never do? There had after all always been something strange about the girl. Like how she'd be able to move things without touching then and seemed to know always much more about her surroundings than a normal blind person would.
There was a knock on their door and Marge still clutching the letter went to open it.
Standing on the threshold was a woman with grey hair that was tied back in a bone and somehow looked like the sort of person you wouldn't want to cross.
"Good morning my name in Minerva McGonagall and I am here to speak to Harriet Dursley" her voice was very crisp and sharp and as she Spock she fixed Marge with a penetrating stare.
"You are Miss Margery Dursley I take it" Marge did not reply she was too busy trying to think of how to hide Harriet. Surly social services would come if someone found out about her.
"Harriet isn't hear" Marge said finally.
"Oh yes" the women replied looking sceptical and Marge knew she had not believed her.
"Then I suppose I will have to tell you what I meant to tell Harriet" said the strange women
"I think it would be better inside" she continued and stepped neatly over the threshold and before Marge could stop her was making her way to the living room were Harriet lay. Marge had to think fast and just when Minerva's hand had closed around there door handle did Marge finally think of an excuse:
"You can't go in there its being refurbished" this was a very feeble excuse and plainly Minerva took it as such as she snorted and pushed open the door.
She gave a small gasp and took a step backwards as her biddy eyes behind there weir rimmed spectacles found Harriet lying in the corner of the room.
Then she turned slowly round to face Marge again. McGonagall's face was very white. Then she drew something from the pocked of her coat so fast it was a blur and out of the stick she had produced something white erupted, it was a tabby cat made of purest white light, and with a further flick of her wand McGonagall sent it flying out of the dosed window. Then she turned her wand on Harriet and flicked it once. A stretcher appeared bellow Harriet which immediately began to rise and take her out of the room, away from the bull dogs.
Only a few seconds later the door burst open and Harriet was taken away by three people in lime green robs.
Through all this Marge had stood paralysed only making the occasional spluttering noises.
"Harriet will be fine, we hope" McGonagall said turning to Marge before following the people in lime green robs out of the door.