I'm back! Here's Chapter Five! Oh, and I'm going to be on Winter Break soon! Winter Break + Laptop and no homework = More time to update! I've changed my name because I promised my older cousin that I would switch my name to hers in her honor of her 18th birthday.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the song used in this chapter. I only own Mary and some of her belongings (so far).
Onwards!
Chapter 5
Dudley shot up saying stupidly, "Where's the dynamite?"
I heard the stamping of feet and within minutes, Uncle Vernon ran into the living room holding a rifle. Well, that explains the mystery on what Uncle Vernon had bought at the coast. Well anyway, he shouted, "Stand back! I have a gun! You've been warned!" From the way he hand was trembling, I didn't believe him.
I jumped back as the door collapsed, revealing a giant-like man with a long, bush-like beard. At that point, I passed out in surprise.
July 31st, 1991
Way later, I woke up, only to find myself lying on the couch and to hear a huge snoring sound. When looked over to the left, I saw the mystery man settled on the floor. I looked towards the window and saw that the sun was rising and the waves were gentler. I calculated the time to be about 6 AM. I got up and grabbed the guitar that I had to beg Uncle Vernon to let me bring since I didn't have any electronics.
When I stepped out, I was greeted with a light salty breeze. I spotted a nearby flat rock. I sat on it and played a song I remembered by heart.
Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out
I laugh myself to sleep
It's my lullaby
Sometimes I drive so fast
Just to feel the danger
I wanna scream
It makes me feel alive
Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breathe?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed.
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
To walk within the lines
Would make my life so boring
I want to know that I
Have been to the extreme
So knock me off my feet
Come on now give it to me
Anything to make me feel alive
Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breathe?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed.
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please.
Let down your defenses
Use no common sense
If you look you will see
that this world is a beautiful
accident turbulent succulent
opulent permanent, no way
I wanna taste it
Don't wanna waste it away
Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out
I laugh myself to sleep
It's my lullaby
Is it enough?
Is it enough?
Is it enough to breathe?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed.
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
Is it enough?
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
"Yep, yer just like yer mother, Mary," I heard a gruff voice say. I turned around and saw the mystery dude from last night. He was standing up, so it gave me a bigger view of him. He wore a pair of huge dark blue trousers, a huge brown overcoat, and a pair of big boots. He seemed to be the outdoors type of person. His height was about 7 foot.
I stood up in surprise and asked, "Who are you, sir? I didn't mean to disturb you, sir."
He chuckled and said, "First off, please do not call me sir. It makes me feel old. Second, my name is Rubeus Hagrid, game keeper of the Hogwarts. Everyone just calls me Hagrid. Third, I usually wake up about now to get the newspaper from that ruddy owl. See it?"
He pointed to the distance. When I squinted hard, I saw a small speck of white. As I soon found out later, it was carrying Hagrid's paper. He stuck a bronze coins into the little pouch it was carrying and it flew away.
I spoke up, "Why are you here? How do you know my name and where we are? And how do you know my mother?"
I swear I heard him mutter, "Damn that Dursley," before he said, "Well, when ye weren't respondin' the letters, Dumbledore sent me to fetch ya two. I know yer name because yer famous in the wizardin' world, we have a way of knowing where ye youngsters are, and yer mother Lily went to Hogwarts too, along with yer father James."
"Wait," I asked, "I'm a famous witch?"
"Yes and mighty fine one too," he responded while starting to open the paper. When I looked closely, I saw the bold letters in a strange-looking font read The Daily Prophet. "You know, except for the hair and the eyes, yer a splittin' image of James. An' yer famous because ye and Harry destroyed the most evil wizard when yer only 18 months old. But that's another story for another time. Here's yer letter."
He handed me a letter so much like the ones that Uncle Vernon had incinerated what seemed like a long time ago. The green letters read:
Ms. M. Potter
The Floor
Hut-on-the-Rock
The Sea
I opened it and scanned the contents. I said, "Wait, I don't have an owl and today's the due date!"
Hagrid just smiled and said, "Already sent it yesterday, Mary. Along with Harry's too. Reminds me, we gotta get Harry if we were to get yee two supplies."
Two hours and a cramped ride in the train later, Harry, Hagrid, and I arrived at London. On the way there, Hagrid explained about Hogwarts and the Houses and mentioned briefly about a sports game called Quidditch. That's something I definitely do not want to do, seeing that every time I play a game, I would result in a lot of calls to the nurse. When the train stopped, we got off and walked until we reached a small little pub that nobody else seemed to notice.
"Well," Hagrid said. "This is be the place, Harry and Mary. The famous Leaky Cauldron."
I was about to ask that if it was famous, then why didn't anybody else see it and realized that they must have put an invisibility spell on the pub so then the Muggles wouldn't see it. I started after Hagrid, who was taking wide strides towards it.
The interior was kind of shabby, but it was full of people of all shapes and sizes, chatting and getting drinks, some of them looked like they were going shopping, and some of them looked about my age. Hagrid walked towards the counter shouting, "Heya, Tom! How are ya?"
The bartender looked up and when he saw me and Harry, gave a gasp. He stuttered, "H-h-h-Hagrid, a-a-a-are t-t-t-those t-t-t-the P-p-p-potter t-t-t-twins?"
The pub suddenly went all quiet as people turned and stared at me and Harry. I heard a ripple of "It's them!" and "Good lord! Get the camera out, Patty!"
Immediately, we were surrounded by a crowd of people shaking hands and introducing themselves. One of them had waved at Harry and me the other day at a Muggle mall and said that his name was Dedalus Diggle. He nearly broke my eardrums when Harry said that he remembered him. One of the other "fans" was a tall skinny and pale dude whom Hagrid said that his name was Professor Quirrell and that his teaching profession at Hogwarts was Defense Against Dark Arts. Eventually, Hagrid led us to the courtyard behind the pub and said, "See, ya two? I wasn't pullin' yer leg when I said 'bout fame. Now, here we are to Diagon Ally to get yer supplies," he said while tapping what seemed to be a code on the bricks.
Soon, I was merged with the other shoppers, mostly what seemed to be Hogwarts students. Not many people stared because of the bustling environment.
"Okay," Hagrid said. "First, we gotta get money from yer account, you two, and then we get the supplies. An' stick with me. Don't wanna get lost in this crowd."
I stared at the fascinating things on the shop windows. It was like one of those Muggle stores, except that it's outdoors. Words jumped out at me from all places. Broomsticks, owls, newt eyes, ice cream, cauldrons, doxy eggs, books, and so much more! They didn't have any music stores, but I can just buy some from the Muggles. Soon, we stopped in front of a tall marble building.
Inside, there were goblins wearing scarlet and gold uniforms doing the banking. It reminded me of the only time I've ever been to the bank. I realized that the Muggle and wizarding worlds are the same in many ways. We stopped in front of a goblin at one of the counters.
"Mornin' sir," I spoke. "We're here to make a withdrawal."
"And I have a letter 'ere from Dumbledore considering vault number seven hundred and thirteen. Oh, and 'ere's the key," Hagrid said, fishing a letter and a small gold key out of his seemingly deep pockets. The goblin read the letter and shouted, "GRIPHOOK!"
Another goblin tottered forward. The teller spoke to him quickly in what was possibly Gnomish. The teller said in English, "Griphook will take you into one of the carts."
A squashed cart ride later, I was faced with mountains of Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts. "All of this was left to you two from yer parents," Hagrid proclaimed. "Grab enough to fill up this bag." He tossed Harry a money bag. As we piled it into the bag, I turned things over in my head. All of this money was waiting underneath the roads of London while the Dursleys have been complaining about the cost for keeping us!
An hour later, I emerged into the fresh England air with a pouch full of coins. Hagrid told me and Harry to get our robes at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions while he was getting a pick-me-up at the Leaky Cauldron.
The shop wasn't very full. The minute I walked in, I was engulfed with robes of all shapes, sizes and colors. A short lady smiled at us and asked, "Hogwarts, dearies?"
I nodded. She said, "Well, you're not the only ones here. As you can see," she pointed to a pale blonde boy measured by another lady. "You're not the first ones here. We can do the three of you at the same time."
I stepped onto a stool on the right of the boy and he smiled. "Hi," he said as Harry stepped up on the stool on my right as well. One of the ladies threw a black robe over me and another did the same for Harry. "Are you two going to Hogwarts too?"
"Yep," I said as one of the helpers started pinning my robe. "Do you play an instrument?"
"What's an instrument?" The boy asked. "Oh, and my name's Draco Malfoy. What's yours?"
I raised my eyes at him. "An instrument is a thing that makes noises. For an example, a guitar would count as an instrument. Name's Mary Potter. My brother here's Harry Potter," I said, nodding towards Harry. He waved his hand.
"I think I've heard of you somewhere," Draco said. "No, I don't play any instruments. But I do play Quidditch. You?"
"Dad did," Harry spoke. Hagrid must've told him. "He never got around to telling how to, though. Died when we were just a year old. But whenever Mary plays, you'll have to watch out."
"I feel sorry for you two," Draco said as one of the helpers started on his shoulder. "Father's buying me books while mother's looking at wands. Hopefully, I can bully father into buying me a broom and sneak it into Hogwarts."
They finished up Draco's and as he said his goodbyes, he winked at me. I felt something warm go up my cheeks. Harry just gave me an odd look. I gave him a What-are-you-looking-at? Look.
Whew! Eight pages! That's definitely the longest I've written so far! Anyway, I'll be heading to the warm sunshine soon and I have a very sucky internet key, so I might not update from Christmas to New Years. But I definitely will have at least a couple of chapters ready to update!
Notice how I snuck in some Dary? For those who didn't catch it at the end, READ IT AGAIN! Merry early Christmas, Winter Break, and a Happy New Year to All! Don't forget to Review!
~Annabelle4.0
P.S Song titles that I've used in this story will be on my profile. I'll also add links of the music videos in there too.