Chapter-3
After talking to Hermione for a bit longer, I started making dinner for myself. Cooking is one skill I have to own since my mother is never home to make meals for me. Most of the time I make considerably healthy meals, but sometimes I need some dessert. Tonight is one of those nights.
I sat down with my macaroni and cheese with carrots and a slice of leftover chocolate cake. Hermione duplicated the meal so she could eat with me.
"Duplicatoso," (A/N I can make up my own spells if I want to!) she yelled at the food. The food split in two and Hermione started to eat.
"Where are Harry and Ron?" I asked.
"I'm not sure, Harry's probably trying to teach Ron how to fly." Hermione said in between bites of food.
"Probably," I said.
Harry and Ron are also some of my other imaginary friends. All three of them, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, are witches and wizards. They have wands, spell books, and even attend a special school called Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hermione explains, very vividly, the beautiful, talking portraits, flying staircases, giant dining rooms with decorations floating in the air, all of the assorted, delicious food, and all of the other phenomenal sights at this amazing school. Whenever she starts to explain, I wish I could attend it as well, but after all, it's only pretend.
"Don't you even think that!" Hermione yelled.
"It's true though," I muttered.
She must have been reading my thoughts.
"How can you think that? After all I've told you, all I've tried to show you, you're all of the sudden not believing in us?"
"How can it all be true? No one else can see you but me and sometimes I can't even see you! You tell me about all these dangers of a magical world that I can never live in or even see! It's starting to become really hard to believe! Plus, all of the other kids make fun of me for it!" I explained.
Hermione looked close to hysterics, I had the strangest sensation to laugh but it probably wasn't the appropriate time.
"Lisa, do you know what will happen if you stop believing?"
"No."
"All that I told you, from Hogwarts to You-Know-Who, will be there for everyone else to see."
This idea frightened me a little. You-Know-Who is told to be the worst wizard there is. All he thinks about is evil; he constantly uses the Killing Curse and other Unforgivable Curses. Voldemort, is his real name but only those who do not fear him call him that.
"I'm not afraid of him." I mumbled, even thought I wasn't at the point of calling him by his real name yet.
"Hermione, I have no real friends! I did before they found out! Maybe imaginary friends are the problem to my aloneness."
"So now I'm not a real friend?"
"I didn't mean it like that…" I said.
"All you have to do is say the words and we're gone. Harry, Ron, me all of us!" interrupted Hermione.
My eyes started to fill with tears, I didn't want to say goodbye to Hermione but I did want some friends.
I closed my eyes and said, "Be gone," fast and quick.
Instantly, I was thrown off my feet and onto my bed, and the room started spinning.
"It's not right! Something went wrong!" Hermione yelled.
"What do you mean?" I shouted back.
"I don't know, but we'll be back!"
The room stopped spinning and I opened my eyes, Hermione was gone.
