CHAPTER 2: AN EVENTFUL MORNING
EXT. WILLOW'S WELL – MORNING (SEPT. 1ST, 2018)
It was a day like any other day in Willow's Well, a small, hidden away town located in Epping Forest, Essex, just outside of London, England. It was a peaceful and magical place, surrounded by forest and where all manner of wizards and witches would go about their daily routines, living among Squibs and trusted Muggles alike. Every day, the town would come alive with the sights, smells, tastes and sounds of anything and everything that any witch or wizard would ever ask for or would ever desire.
The old cobbled streets were flanked with a strange and wondrous assortment of shops, restaurants and street vendors, which lied nestled among rows of small English cottages. Many of the street vendors had large black cauldrons filled to the brim with ancient and strange brews, which simmered and bubbled inside of them. There were warm and brightly lit sidewalks and narrow cobbled side streets, lit by tall and elegant candle lit lamp posts which were lit by lamplighters every evening.
On the outskirts of this ancient town, there existed small and scattered gatherings of quiet English country cottages, tucked away within green rolling hills and in patches of dense temperate forest. Every day, smoke would rise out of the small gray stone chimneys which stuck out of the roofs of small, thatched roof cottages. The people who lived here were happy, leading peaceful lives full of magic and enchantment. Throughout most of the year, the old local pub would be full to capacity with customers and boisterous onlookers while the sweet smell of incense hung in the air and the sounds of metal hitting metal reverberated out from the doors of the old Blacksmith's shop.
EXT. THE WELL-HOUSE – EARLY MORNING (SEPT. 1ST, 2018)
Near the end of a long and winding dirt road lined with lush forest, known as Winter's Well Lane, there stood a humble three-story English cottage known as The Well-House. It was a cottage made of stone and wood and had a roof of shingle that was made out of dark gray-green dragon scales. It had an upper and lower balcony made of timber, both of which wrapped around the outside of the entire structure of the cottage. It also had a small wooden platform on the roof with an elegant spiral staircase leading up to it, where onlookers could gaze out over the forest and at the surrounding grounds or to look up at the stars on clear nights.
The spiral staircase sat on the outside in back of the cottage and had openings in it to where anyone standing on any of the balconies could access it, leading all the way down to the ground. Behind the cottage, there stood a greenhouse, a storehouse, a long wooden horse stable and an aviary, all of which, along with the cottage, sat within a large clearing surrounded by lush temperate forest. Lying within the clearing at the very end of Winter's Well Lane, there stood a cobbled well where a rope and a bucket hung, which provided all the water that was to be used outside on the cottage grounds.
INT. ALBUS POTTER'S BEDROOM – MORNING (SEPT. 1ST, 2018)
In a bedroom which sat on the third floor of this cottage, there was a large four post bed with long hanging dark crimson drapes sitting in the corner. Here, upon this bed, there slept a bright, confident and curious young boy by the name of Albus Severus Potter.
Albus was the younger son of the infamous Harry Potter, the wizard who had defeated one of the most powerful and sinister wizards ever known, the evil Lord Voldemort. Albus had a light complexion and had the same straggly dark hair and green eyes that his father possessed. Albus's father was also a surviving hero of the Battle of Hogwarts, a fierce and bloody wizard battle which had occurred about 20 years ago, a battle which not only determined the fate of the entire Wizarding world, but the fate of those wizards and witches that were yet to come.
Many wizards and witches, both good and bad, had lost their lives in the Battle of Hogwarts, whereas many of its survivors as well as the world that they inhabited in were to be forever haunted by the battle, neither to be the same way again. Today was the start of Albus's second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, an esteemed and prestigious boarding school where all manner of young wizards and witches would go to be taught and trained in the art of witchcraft.
Albus missed seeing Hogwarts Castle, where Hogwarts School was located. To Albus, it was his home away from home, a place where magic never slept and where anything was possible. Albus, like so many young wizards and witches of his generation, was anxious to get back to Hogwarts, having enjoyed it when he first went there the year before. He missed seeing his friends, his teachers and all of the strange and magical creatures that he had befriended while he was at Hogwarts. He missed going to his classes, playing the wizard game of Quidditch and going to the Hogwarts School Library to study. He had been missing it all.
Though Albus was not allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts because of being underage, he was always certainly surrounded by magic. Albus was used to seeing strange and unusual things, thus, not much ever took him by surprise or would ever startle him. Not even the sight of a large fire salamander that had once crawled its way into the fire in Albus's bedroom fireplace had surprised him, for things like that were normal and commonplace to him.
But all that Albus wanted to do at the moment was to stay curled up within the warm folds of his blankets and dream about those wonderful and magical days that had long since passed. But then, there was a knock at Albus's bedroom door. Albus looked up and saw that it was his father Harry, waking him up to get ready for school.
"Come on, Albus," said his father Harry, as he walked over to the only window in the room and pulled opened the drapes, "It's time to get ready for school."
Albus sat up and rubbed his eyes as if he had been woken out of a dream. "Awe, Dad," said Albus disagreeably, "It's not even eight o' clock yet. The train isn't going to leave until eleven!"
"No buts!" said Harry as he walked back to Albus's bedroom door, his green eyes gleaming out from behind glittering sliver frames. "You need to put on your school clothes and come downstairs for breakfast. I am not about to let you go to school without eating like you did the last time. And besides, your Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron are going to be here soon. You don't want to miss visiting with them like you did the last time."
And with that, Harry vanished into the hallway beyond Albus's bedroom door and started his way down a lofty staircase. Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione were not only Albus's aunt and uncle, but they were also best friends of his father. Albus's mother Ginny was Ron's younger sister, and both of them were members of the Weasley family, one of the largest wizard families known. Albus's parents and much of his uncle's own family had grown up together within the ever looming shadow of Hogwarts Castle, going to Hogwarts School together and sharing among them many adventures as well as a long and complicated history.
Now Albus was gaining the same with his own friends and family, unable to wait to be the presence of Hogwarts Castle once again and in the presence of all that lived and worked there. Without another word spoken, Albus shoved the blankets off of him and shifted his legs out over the edge of the bed. Standing up, he places on a pair of soft, fuzzy bedroom slippers and then grabbed up the sliver skeleton key off the table which sat next to his bed, which went to his large and lofty wardrobe in the far corner of the room.
Albus's room was the place where Albus both slept and studied. The walls were covered in fine wood paneling and were lined with many long wooden shelves full of mementos and other strange things that Albus had gathered from his first year at Hogwarts. There were also built-in bookcases full of old and dusty books, many of which were books on general witchcraft, magical herbs, spell casting and potion making. Albus strutted over the cold hardwood floor towards his wardrobe, going past a shelf that was full of pictures of his friends and family.
Like the enchanted portraits at Hogwarts, the images within these pictures moved on their own, as if a moving moment in time had been captured and then trapped within the elegant picture frames. But Albus knew all to well that those wizard and witches who died and had came before him survived on in the portraits, living in a spirit world that no known living person could touch, even if they wanted to.
Albus went past another shelf that had an hour glass sitting on it in which the sand inside it ran up instead of down. He then went past an old coo-coo clock mounted on the wall that slowly breathed in and out as if it was alive. He breezed past a finely woven rug and a leather armchair which sat in front of a marble bedroom fireplace before finally reaching his wardrobe. He placed the sliver skeleton key into the lock of his wardrobe and turned it. Suddenly, the doors to the wardrobe flew open and a burst of brilliant blue light shot out, hitting Albus and knocking him flat on his back.
It took Albus a moment or two to realize what had happened to him as he sat up, squinting his eyes, trying to focus on the doors of the wardrobe and the area in front of him. There, standing near the foot of his wardrobe, was the House-Elf named Treevole. From what Albus could see, Treevole was wearing what appeared to be an old, raggedy green scarf and a torn, tattered fragment of dirty black cloth that looked as if it had been torn from some old black wizard's robe. The torn fragment of cloth that Treevole was wearing was long enough and wide enough to cover his entire body and was trailing behind him like the train on a wedding gown.
Treevole was holding Albus's wand with both hands as if it was trying to make it work, "Oh, Treevole is so sorry to have knocked over young master Albus!" Treevole said nervously, "Treevole did not mean to!"
Albus didn't know what to say at first. He was rarely ever surprised by the sight of anything strange or out of the ordinary, but in the case of Treevole, Albus was making an exception. "Who are you and what were you doing in my wardrobe?" said Albus, "More to the point…wait, you're a House-Elf aren't you?"
Now Treevole was standing next to Albus, with his very large eyes staring down at him. Albus was still on the floor, though now he was leaning back on his elbows. "Treevole is indeed a House-Elf, sir," said Treevole, holding Albus's wand tightly close to his chest, "Treevole is servant to a great and secret wizard family. But Treevole did not run away for Treevole is happy being with his Mistress's family."
Albus was now sitting on the floor with his legs crossed underneath him, "I've heard about your kind, but I've never been this close to one before. I heard that anyone who owns one is considered to be in a bad crowd. I heard that House-Elfs are neglected and treated badly and can only be freed from their slavery if their master or mistress presents them with cloths."
"But Treevole is not treated like a slave, sir," said Treevole, his large, round eyes beaming up at Albus, "Treevole's master and mistress treat Treevole better than a slave and it is for that reason that Treevole does not wish to leave them. But Treevole will be punished if Treevole is found here."
"Then why are you here?" asked Albus.
"Treevole is here with Treevole's Mistress!" said Treevole as he sat down Albus's wand in Albus's lap and stepped back. "Mistress and Treevole have been watching young master Albus and his family these past few days. But Treevole wasn't supposed to tell young master Albus that, sir."
"But why have you been watching me, Treevole? Who is your Mistress?"
Treevole became more nervous and started stepping back towards Albus's armchair, his eyes shifting and fearfully ringing his hands, "Treevole can not say, for Treevole has been ordered not to," squeaked Treevole, jumping up onto the armchair. "But Treevole knows that young master Albus will soon be given an important task which will put young master Albus and his friends in great danger. But Treevole wasn't supposed to tell you that either, sir."
"Treevole, who is your Mistress? Tell me!" asked Albus. Suddenly, there was a knock at Albus's bedroom door, causing Treevole to panic and begin running around the room before opening Albus's window and jumping out of it, landing on the balcony outside and running down the spiral staircase.
"Wait!" yelled Albus, getting up from the floor and running to the window, "Stop! Don't go! Treevole!"
But Treevole would not stop or look back, for fear that if he had told him who his mistress was, that he would get into trouble. Instead, Treevole kept on running, running across the back garden and then disappearing into the hedge beyond it.
There was a voice from the hallway again. It was Albus's older brother James. "Hey Albus!" shouted James, "Hurry up and get dressed before Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron get here. Get a move on you!"
Both confused and a bit miffed as to why Treevole had run away without telling him who his mistress was and why they had been watching him, Albus narrowed his eyes a moment in disagreement, wondering what the dangerous task was that Treevole had told him about. Albus than shook his head and scoffed disagreeably before closing his window again and going back over to his wardrobe.
Among all the great and legendary wizards and witches of the Battle of Hogwarts, two of these wizards were the most respected and revered of all: Albus's father, Harry Potter, and Severus Snape. Over the years after the Battle of Hogwarts, these two figures in Hogwarts history had become the most revered and respected by most of the students and by the people who studied and worked at Hogwarts School, one of which was still alive while the other had long since been dead.
But most of the Hogwarts students, as well as much of the Wizarding world for that matter, once had a hard time in deciding which of these two heroes of Hogwarts deserved the most credit for saving the Wizarding world from the evil Voldemort and his army. Though it was true that Albus's father Harry had defeated Lord Voldemort and thus ended the Battle of Hogwarts, most felt that if Severus Snape had not taken great risk in protecting Albus's father Harry from Voldemort in the first place, that Albus's father might not have even been there nor would he have lived long enough to even defeat Lord Voldemort.
Taking this into consideration, among other things that Severus had done in order to save and protect the Wizarding world from Lord Voldemort, made it undeniable that Severus Snape deserved at least some of the credit and thus some of the reverence, despite the fact that he had killed Albus Dumbledore. Albus Potter in particular had a huge respect for Severus Snape and for more reasons then he wanted or cared to think about. Even Albus's father Harry had a deeply rooted respect for Severus Snape, due to the fact that Severus had protected him for so long.
But Harry still had some unfinished business with Severus and a need to ask Severus for his forgiveness for not having treated him with more understanding and for not being a better student then he was. But this was something that Harry felt would never be fulfilled, as he had already tried to ask for Snape's forgiveness, and failed. Due to having such a huge respect for both Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape, Harry had named Albus Potter after both of them in their honor.
Still in his pajamas, Albus snatched up his wand and went back to his wardrobe. While he was busy putting on his school clothes, the blankets and the pillows on Albus's bed begin to pull themselves off, hovering in the air for a moment before they began to slowly drift out through the opening to Albus's bedroom and fly down the stairs. After putting on his school clothes, Albus quickly closed the doors to his wardrobe and began walking down the stairs towards the kitchen as all manner of other clothing and bedding went flying past him as he went down the stairs, including a pair of socks, a dirty shirt, a couple bed sheets and the pair of pants that his brother James had worn the day before.
INT. THE WELL-HOUSE LIVING ROOM – MORNING (SEPT. 1ST, 2018)
At the bottom of the stairs, Albus watched as all the bedding and the clothing that had followed him down toss itself into a large hamper which sat near the front door of the cottage. The lid on the hamper soon closed shut with a thud. As always, the inside of the cottage was warm and inviting, looking like what any old English Victorian country cottage would look like on the inside. The living room at the bottom of the stairs looked more like what an old English Victorian study room would look like rather than a living room.
There was a large roaring fire in the living room fireplace as well as several armchairs, Victorian style lamps, a couple desks of drawers covered with important papers, documents and other important items, bookshelves full of old and dusty books and a small center table. There were long, flowing drapes hanging all around and shelves on the walls full to the brim with pictures and other curious magical items. Albus quickly glanced over next to the hamper and noticed that the luggage and trunks that were coming with him and his siblings to Hogwarts were already waiting for them at the front door.
INT. THE KITCHEN – MORNING (SEPT. 1ST, 2018)
Albus then turned and went towards the kitchen, where the rest of the family was waiting and eating breakfast at the large oak table at the center of the kitchen. Harry was reading the morning edition to the Daily Prophet, while Albus's older brother, James Sirius Potter, and Albus's younger sister, Lily Luna Potter, were laughingly eating breakfast. Albus, James and Lily's mother, Ginny, was standing at the kitchen sink washing up the dishes. Lily, like her mother Ginny, had fiery red hair and had her mother's eyes. She acted very much like her mother Ginny did and was an intelligent and kind person. But like hers, Albus and James's Aunt Hermione, she relied on logical and level-headed thinking to get out of trouble. Albus quickly grabbed his breakfast from off the counter and quickly sat down next to his sister Lily.
"Ready for your second year at Hogwarts, Albus?" asked Harry, looking out at Albus from beyond the edge of his newspaper.
"I can't wait!" replied Albus cheerfully, with a grin running from ear to ear.
"I heard that there were new classes coming into Hogwarts this year, including Spell Writing and something called Magical Archery," said James, leaning over to grab the butter rum syrup from off the table and then pouring it all over his plate of blueberry pancakes, "I heard that Magical Archery is just like using your wand, only you use a bow and arrows instead."
"They sound great," said Albus as his mother Ginny brought the butter tin over to the table and sat it in front of him. Of course, both classes sounded interesting to Albus, but the Magical Archery class made him shutter inside. He was nowhere near as good with a bow and arrows then he was with his wand. That was an honor that fell upon one of his cousins, Janine, who had been a master archer ever since she was five years old. Janine, like Albus's uncle Ron, was a member of the Weasley family.
Albus had many Weasley cousins, so many in fact that it was sometimes hard for him to remember all of their names. And it wasn't only first cousins that he had a problem remembering the names of. He had second cousins and third cousins and first cousins once removed. He had near relations and distant relations and all manner of aunts and uncles, many of which were members of the Weasley persuasion, which made Albus always wonder why and how the Potter family ever got so mixed up with the Weasley family in the first place. But it was all fun and interesting to him never the less.
While the family quietly ate their breakfast, there was a knock at the front door. Ginny went over and opened the door, only to find out that it was Albus's Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione standing at the door, along with their kids Rose and Hugo. Harry turned in his chair and greeted Ron with a handshake while Ginny gave both Hermione and Ron a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Hermione leaned over Harry and gave him a kiss on the cheek from behind. Rose and Hugo took turns giving Harry and Ginny a hug and took turns greeting Albus, James and Lily. After everyone had settled at the table and had greeted one another, Ron sat down next to Albus.
Albus soon noticed his Uncle Ron smiling at him and leaning over towards him. "Ready for your second year at Hogwarts, Albus?" asked Ron happily.
This had been the second time Albus had been asked that question. Albus replied with a small grin, "I can't wait..."
Soon, everyone began to chat among themselves while Albus felt a tug on his sleeve. It was his cousin Rose, holding a book titled The Hogwarts Book of Wizard Family Trees.
Rose was not only one of Albus's many Weasley cousins, but was one of Albus's closest friends. She, like most of those who were of the Weasley persuasion, had flaming red hair and relied on logical thinking to get out of tight or troublesome situations. Rose was also cunning, calculative, witty and amazingly persuasive when it came to getting someone or something to do whatever she wanted.
"Hey Albus, look at this," said Rose as she handed the book to Albus. "It lists all of the pure wizard families and half-wizard families of the entire Wizarding world."
"All of them?" said Albus with a hint of surprise in his voice, thinking that it must have been a huge undertaking for the writer of the book to plot and write out all the wizard family trees.
"Yes," replied Rose, "It also includes many extinct family trees, including one family that I know you would be interested in."
Albus knew what his cousin was driving at. She even had a bookmark placed so that it could be found again. With a smile, Rose continued as Albus opened the book and began to look at it, "Every pure wizard or half-wizard family in this book can trace their roots all the way back to the four ancient wizard families: The Flerdinans, The Ganhumpries, The Noblias and The Van Hartigans."
"Why are there only four ancient wizard families?" asked Albus, his green eyes glistening with curiosity.
"Well," said Rose, "Each of the four Founding members of Hogwarts descended from one of the ancient wizard families. I thought you knew that. Godric Gryffindor for example descended from the Noblias Family, Ravenclaw-Flerdinans; Hufflepuff-Ganhumpries..."
It soon became obvious to Albus as to which of the four ancient wizard families that the Founder of Slytherin House had descended from, which made Albus think that most if not all the descendants from the Van Hartigan family were nothing but evil and rotten to the core. However, all that Albus was interested in at the moment was the page that Rose had bookmarked.
He turned to the page where it had been bookmarked and began to peer down it. Sure enough, Rose had bookmarked the section which included the entire family tree and all the known members of the Snape Family, showing both the original wizard Snape family and of the Muggle branch of the Snape family. Last year, Albus had been researching on the Battle of Hogwarts for his end-of-the-year Wizard History Exam and had come across a news article in one of the old Daily Prophet newspapers that were being displayed in The Hogwarts School Library.
It was an article about the mysterious disappearance and suspected body snatching of one of the fallen heroes of the Battle of Hogwarts, Severus Snape. The paper, dated May 3RD, 1998, which was the day after the death of Severus Snape, had taken Albus's attention almost immediately. He remembered reading the news article, which was titled Body of Fallen Teacher Missing! with much interest.
Albus would go on to read further news articles about Severus Snape, which included among them titled Severus Snape Honored and Picture Of Fallen Hero To Be Given To Hogwarts. Albus continued to wonder afterwards as to why anyone would want to steal Severus Snape's body, unless the ones who had stolen it had planned on burying it somewhere else where no one else could find it, which seemed quite strange to Albus.
Rose had found it strange to. In fact, much of the entire Wizarding world had found it strange. There was no real reason for anyone or anything to want to steal Severus's body and unless the ones who had stolen it had some magical cure for bringing back the dead, no motive.
Albus later saw a picture of Severus Snape when he had visited the Headmaster's Office just a few days before he was to go home for the summer last year. He could remember the picture of Severus Snape well: His cold, gaunt expression, his shoulder-length black hair which framed his face in curtains, his cold, piercing black eyes, his thin and sneering mouth and the long, flowing black robes that he wore while sitting in an armchair. To Albus, Severus looked unfriendly and unfeeling and as far as Albus knew and would have quite possibly been his least favorite teacher if he had been alive to teach him. But Severus Snape was interesting to Albus never the less. But this was the least important thing on Albus's mind at the moment.
"Hey, where's Willowbree?" asked Lily, suddenly realizing that there was yet another member missing at the kitchen table.
James grinned and took a sip of his cup of orange juice before sitting it down again, "She's probably out in the aviary somewhere looking for a nice juicy bird to eat. Don't worry about her."
Lily scrunched her nose in disgust and Ron made that clicking sound that someone makes with their mouth when someone has said or did something bad or inappropriate.
"Please, James, not at the table," said Hermione disagreeably, "There are people eating."
Willowbree was a stray cat that Albus had found curled up and shivering on the lower balcony a few days ago. Willowbree's coat was pure white and spotted with amber and brown. To Albus, she appeared to be no older than two years old. Albus, as well as the rest of the Potter family, had felt pity for the animal and had decided to bring her in. Albus then named her Willowbree and had quickly become Albus's pet and close companion. She had been with Albus and the Potter family ever since. However, Albus and the family were still feeling the loss of Albus's pet familiar, or rather the family's pet ferret, Belenus, who had died sometime last year. Belenus had come to Hogwarts with Albus in his first year and although Belenus was only three years old and healthy at the time he had gone to Hogwarts with Albus, he had contracted a rare strain of Dragon-Pox, which ultimately killed him. It wasn't until Willowbree showed up that Albus decided on having another pet and another familiar.
"Well, someone has to know where Willowbree is," said Lily, "Otherwise will have to go look for her before we leave."
Everyone at the table besides Lily shook their heads.
"Oh, great," said Hugo, poking at a blueberry crumpet with his finger, "I'm tell you, that cat is mental she is. The last time I came here, she chased me all the way around the outside of the cottage for no reason!"
But Lily, grabbing up a crumpet and eating it, came to Willowbree's defense, "That's only because the perfume that you had brought over for Aunt Ginny had cat-nip in it. She had smelled it on you."
"So what? She is still mental," hissed Hugo in disagreement, "Now we have to go look for her before we leave for Diagon Alley."
Hugo, like his parents, had light skin and red, fiery hair, like most of those who were of the Weasley family, though his mother Hermione was of the Granger family. Albus closed the book that he was looking at and then handed it back to Rose.
"It's alright," said Albus, about to leave the table, "I'll go look for her."
While Albus was just about to leave the table, Albus had noticed that his father had laid his newspaper face down. Albus got a brief glimpse of an article on the back of the newspaper, though not long enough to realize the significance of the article before he quickly focused back on finding Willowbree and left the table, going towards the back door to the cottage. Ginny called over to him, telling him to find Willowbree quickly as they were going to leave for Diagon Alley soon.
EXT. BACK GARDEN TOWARDS THE AVIARY – MORNING (SEPT. 1ST, 2018)
Albus quickly went through the back door and stepped out onto the lower balcony. He walked down the stairs to the aviary, which looked like a large open air structure made of glass and was draped in dead, withered vines. Albus stepped into the aviary and began to look around for Willowbree, with melodic bird song lingering in the air around him. Albus knew that Willowbree was hiding in there and tried calling her out from her hiding place.
At the far end of the aviary, there was a doorway which led straight into the large, enclosed glass greenhouse. The walls were covered over in a thick frost and were lined with long shelves full of garden tools, plant pots and bags of unused seeds. The clay pots were dusty and empty and the raised garden beds were cold and barren, filled with nothing but icy black soil.
As Albus entered the greenhouse, he watched as bare vines slowly began to sprawl themselves up the walls and stretch themselves out over the shelves around him. It was a sign that there was still just enough magic lingering in the air to entice the dormant plants from out of their slumber, if only for a brief time. Suddenly, he heard a mellowed meow resonating up from somewhere near his feet. He looked down and saw a little white paw batting at his pant leg from underneath one of the lower shelves. Albus smiled happily as he got on his knees and lifted up the empty shelf, revealing a pair of cold and haunting deep blue eyes staring up at him.
"There you are, Willowbree," said Albus with a smile, "You were trying to hide from me, weren't you?"
Relieved to see that he had found Willowbree, he picked her up and cradled her in his arms, with a lengthy and content purr reverberating from her sleek and nimble body.
"You're coming with me to Hogwarts," said Albus happily, "There's going to be other creatures there for you to play with. You'll love it."
Albus gave Willowbree a friendly scratch behind the ear, causing her to purr happily once more. Soon, James called out to Albus from the threshold of the back door. "Albus! It's time to go! Grab up Willowbree and get to the front!"
It was time to leave for Diagon Alley. Albus stood back up and turned around, walking out through the door and out of the aviary again, holding Willowbree in his arms. It was at this moment that Albus thought about Treevole again and was wondering where Treevole could have gone to and who Treevole's mistress was, as well as what the dangerous task was that Treevole had mentioned. But Albus wasn't about to go looking for Treevole when he was about to leave for Diagon Alley, where Albus would help his sister Lily gather up the supplies that she needed for school. Albus looked around for a moment, looking for any sign of Treevole.
EXT. AROUND TO THE FRONT OF THE WELL-HOUSE – MORNING (SEPT. 1ST, 2018)
But after a minute or two of looking around, Albus shrugged his shoulders and then walked around the outside of the cottage to the front, cradling Willowbree in his arms, unaware that Treevole was following him. Hermione, Ron, Harry and Ginny were busy loading up the luggage and the chests on the top of Ron's SUV, lashing them down tightly so that it would not fall off. Rose and Hugo were already waiting at the car. Albus soon caught a glimpse of James coming out the front door of the cottage, followed closely by Lily, who was cradling a book in her arms. James quickly locked up the front door of the cottage and began walking towards the SUV with Lily, talking with her along the way.
Albus approached the car and placed Willowbree into the back seat of the SUV. Willowbree meowed softly and then sat herself on a pillow which sat on the end of the back seat. With one last look around for Treevole, Albus got inside the SUV and closed the door. Inside, the parents sat up in front while the children sat in the back, readying themselves for another journey to Diagon Alley. Unknowing to those in the SUV however, Treevole had climbed up onto the top of the SUV and was now hiding among the luggage, grabbing onto the side of one of Albus's trunks and looking around nervously. After a minute more, Albus and the others were soon on their way to Diagon Alley and to another year at Hogwarts School.
CONTINUED…CHAPTER 3...