Chapter 1- an unwilling protector
"Hogwarts? I have to go to Hogwarts? Why?" I questioned my mom. I hate magic. It's for lazy people who cannot defend themselves otherwise. So I don't see why I should have to go to a school, to learn about it. "Our family hasn't gone there for years!"
"Your father and I went there. Yes, years ago. And now you must go." My mother said, rolling her eyes at me. I scowled at her and she continued. "We've already discussed this. The Potter boy of this generation will be going and according to the unbreakable vow, you must go to protect him."
That's right. That vow my great-grandmother made years ago. A Potter once saved one her from death and being the honorable person she was, she made a vow made unbreakable by magic that her descendants and their spouses would do everything in their power to protect the Potter family. It doesn't activate until the child turns eleven and now it's my duty to protect this kid, Harry Potter. I've been training most of my life for this.
"Ugh fine. At least Kale will be going too." I say in resignation as my father walks into the room.
"You can bring Zuca too. Apparently they allow it." My dad says merrily. I smile and pick up my Egyptian Mau, and stroking his head.
"We already took the liberty of buying Kale and your supplies and we have a port-key for London tomorrow." My mother said. "Now go to your room and rest up for tomorrow. Goodnight Honey. Tell Kale goodnight also." I nod as she kisses my forehead and I walk up stairs, Zuca trailing behind.
I arrive in the room Kale and I share. " I still have to go. Oh and my parents say goodnight." I say flopping down on my bed. Kale lives with us because her parents were killed in Italy and we were one of the only contacts of theirs she could find.
"Great. I assume we'll be leaving tomorrow?" She asked. I nod. She sighs. We both equally despise magic and most of the people who use it.
"I bet Harry Potter is some spoiled prep who gets everything he could ever want from his aunt and uncle." I grumble. She nods in agreement. We sit in silence for a moment before mutually deciding to go to sleep. I got under my blanket and Zuca jumped up and snuggled up to me. I fall asleep to the Egyptian night out the window.
The next morning I'm awoken with the smell of pancakes and bacon. Which, even though my family is Italian/Egyptian we make a lot. I look over at Kale's bed and she's already gone. I sigh and get up. I throw on some jeans and a baggy white linen shirt over my gray tank top.
I head downstairs and my dad is flipping pancakes like a pro as my mother cooks the bacon and makes eggahs. They each move around each other fluidly as they grab different ingredients. It's kind of like a dance that only they can do with each other.
"Morning Jinx honey. Would you like an eggah?" my mother asked. An eggah is an Egyptian breakfast entree much like an omelet with parsley and onions. I nod sleepily and sit down at the table. Kale is sitting there eating her pancake drizzled in some syrup that we get in the market. She's pretty sleepy too. My father brings me a plate with a pancake, eggah, and bacon. I thank him and dig in immediately.
I get up and pour a glass of sahlab from the coffee pot. Sahlab is basically hot vanilla (like hot chocolate) with the occasional cinnamon or coconut. I sip as I eat the rest of my breakfast. "So we were thinking that we would leave a little after breakfast. Both of your trunks are already packed and ready." My father said. We nodded and finished up. We all cleaned up the dishes and put them away. Kale and I then went up to our room to go get the items we want to bring on the train. I grab Magician's Nephew by C.S. Lewis and head back downstairs with Kale, who brought her sketching notebook.
"Okay girls. Once we get to Diagon alley you must put your robes or we will get many weird looks from the rest of wizarding kind. " My father said. He had used spell to make our trunks smaller temporarily so he could carry them.
We followed him out of our house and into the near empty street. We walked for a while until we saw a man standing in the dunes. We walked over to him and he pointed to a teapot. That was our port key. We all picked it up and held on to it. There was a tugging sensation and we fell into the streets of Diagon alley.
~well I hope you guys liked this chapter... apparently my dialogue sticks out weirdly? I don't know exactly what is meant by that because I haven't noticed anything strange, but oh well... feel free to tell me what you think. have a great day!
- THE MANGO