First, I would like to thank my one and only reviewer at this time, Blood Thirsty Pirate. It was my inspiration to write this second chapter - hopefully it was quick enough for your standards...lol...
The thing says that the first chapter had 7 hits, but there's only one review. It would be nice to have more, even if it was a flame(there good for laughs sometimes...) so, with that in mind...
Disclaimer: I was not intellegentenough to be te first to come up with Harry Potter, but these are my predictions for what will happen in the 7th book.
With growing confidence he got out of the car with Ron and Hermione in tow and knocked on the door. Dudley, surprisingly, answered it. As soon as he opened it, however, and recognized Harry along with his friends he clutched his bottom and slammed the door close. Harry turned around to face Ron and Hermione and simply smiled. What could he have said? A few minutes later Petunia Dursley came rushing out the door with a purse and ushered them down the stairs. She didn't even say hello to them, she just told them to follow her. She got in her car and they followed suit. On the way to wherever they were going, Harry attempted to explain the last time he had seen the Dursleys. Ron was a bit slower than Hermione, but he eventually got it after she started shouting at him. As they drove, Harry started to think about how nice it was to just be with friends. He thought of how cool it would be to just drive through London with his two best friends with nothing holding them back. Then he recalled that there was a manic psycho-path out to kill him and all that faded.
Forty minutes later, after series of twists and turns, Petunia pulled into a parking spot at a little café-like place. Ron parked next to her car, and they went inside. They got a table and Hermione tried introducing herself and Ron, but Harry's aunt simply ignored the witch. She focused mainly Harry and explained to him how they (as in the Dursleys) knew he would come back one last time, but it was still unexpected. She told him in brief about her Dudley and Vernon and then moved on to more important business.
"Harry," she said with disgust "you know your mother and I were never close, however, right before you were born she gave me something that she insisted I keep for you in case anything ever happened to her. She had thought you were a girl and she insisted that you had this. After you were born, and she found out that you were, in fact, a boy, she elaborated. She told me that you father gave this to her on their wedding day. She wanted you to have it; maybe for you to one day give it to someone you love. I don't know why I kept it all these years, ordinarily I wouldn't, but she seemed very set on you having this." Petunia reached into her bag and handed Harry a necklace box. He opened it, only to hear Hermione gasp with shock. Even Ron was surprised. In his hand was the most beautiful necklace Harry had ever seen. The chain had a single pendant hanging from it made of white gold. A blue sapphire was encrusted in the center and had been shaped into, what appeared to be, an eagle. It was absolutely beautiful. Harry sat speechless, closing the box. He couldn't believe what his aunt had just given him. It must have been worth a fortune! Not only that, but it had been his mother's!
Petunia allowed him about a minute to look awestruck, and then she started talking again. She told him a bunch of stuff he already knew, but then surprised him with her knowledge of the wizarding world. It was painfully obvious to Harry that she had actually been jealous of her sister, Lily, and so he asked her why she was so against magic, then. She informed him, in a rather nasty way that magic was just too freakish for her. Then she quickly changed the subject. Not long after, she insisted on leaving and said goodbye to her nephew. He offered to walk her to her car, but she downright refused.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione stayed at the café a little longer discussing Petunia Dursley. Harry asked them what their take on her abrupt change of topic was about. It was Hermione who probably hit it on the nail. She suggested that perhaps Petunia was very much like Filch: she wanted to do magic so badly, but couldn't so she resented anyone who could. Harry was impressed. He never thought of that before. It worked, though. His aunt knew so much about the wizarding world, but she claimed to hate it so much. Maybe she was just so fascinated with magic, but it ultimately rejected her so she showed antipathy towards it. The subject quickly moved onto the necklace, however. The three of them just stared at it for what seemed like ages. It was so captivating and striking. Harry could not believe that Petunia had actually given it to him. He almost did not want to share the view of it with his friends, but he did. They had come with him and even if thy wanted to turn back, he was still very grateful for not having to face his aunt all alone. Even if she did ignore them.
They left the café, and headed back towards Mrs. Figg. He didn't know why, but Harry felt like he needed to go and see her. It was almost like he needed to say goodbye to her before he marched off to his almost certain death. They arrived in under five minutes via the flying Ford Anglia, and they walked up to the door. Harry was about to ring the bell when, out of nowhere, a piece of cabbage went flying through a window pane, shattering the glass and nearly hitting the trio with several shards. They looked at one another in bewilderment as the door opened. Mrs. Figg was standing in her kitchen holding a spatula. What she was doing with cabbage and a spatula was beyond them, but they were invited in, so they hesitantly entered.
It was Hermione who noticed first. The door had opened without anyone physically opening it. She questioned Mrs. Figg about it, and she confessed a shocking tale to them. She had woken up one morning and everything seemed different. She started cooking herself some breakfast when, all of a sudden, the pancake mix started to mix itself in the bowl. Ever since, whenever she has thought of doing something while holding her spatula, it just happened. Of course, there were problems occasionally, such as the flying cabbage, but for the most part, it worked. Harry was happy for Mrs. Figg. She was a Squib and it must have been very difficult for her to live in a house with two parents who had happened to be magicians.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were shocked, however, to learn that she had been expecting them. She said that she had had a little bit of information for him and so, with the spatula, she had wished for Harry to come. She informed him and his friends that she was getting older, but she was sure that this information would help them.
"One of them is right in front of you. The other is in the back of your mind. One is tricky opportunity. There may be one inside of you. The last is at home."
She didn't elaborate on any of it. She just said to remember those words. She said that Dumbledore would have been impressed to have heard it and that it would have taken him a while to figure it out, but genius of it was there. And it had everything he needed to know. Harry was doubtful that the words would come in handy, but he thanked her and informed her that they must be on their way. He wished her luck with her developing magic and then they were off. The trio was flying to Godric's Hollow. A six hour drive cut down to a two hour fly. The entire time they spent contemplating the meaning of Mrs. Figg's words with absolutely no leads or luck. It was frustrating.
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