A.N. (Sorry for the long wait guys, but college work kept me from writing everyday, but here's a nice long chapter to make up for the long wait! And one more thing: I can't decide which house Dudley should be in at Hogwarts, so I'm posting a poll in my profile so that you all can vote. When I get to the sorting hat part, I promise to take your votes into consideration!)
Chapter Four: A Great Adventure
The afternoon wore on as the Potters bought the rest of the supplies for Harry and Dudley. They were even allowed to choose a pet from the Magical Menagerie that they might want to take to Hogwarts (an owl, a cat, or a toad). Harry chose a snowy white female owl with bright green eyes like his, and Dudley, who was about to choose a deep gray male one, was horrified at the possibility of Harry's owl and his owl breeding and so decided on a light gray female one with blue eyes.
Harry, who knew little Emma's love for naming new things, quickly chose a name for his owl. "I'll call her Hedwig," he said, thinking about a cool sounding name he had come across once in one of the books in the Potter Library.
Emma, who was disappointed that she hadn't name Harry's owl "snowbell", said, "Dudley, name your owl Jasmine!"
Dudley, who hadn't been as quick as Harry with naming his owl, tried not to show his disgust at that hideous name and said politely, "Oh, I was thinking more along the lines of Artemis! Isn't that a pretty name?"
But Jasmine it was and Jasmine it would be, for Dudley had forgotten that once a magical owl heard a name suggested for it, it would respond to no other. The men in the group laughed hysterically at Dudley's predicament, while he glared good-naturedly at them.
Lily, who felt pity for poor Dudley, said, "Why not call it Jas for short?" Emma agreed and Lily whispered in Dudley's ear, "Doesn't that sound better than Jasmine?" Even Dudley said yes to that (although somewhat reluctantly), and the group left for Ollivander's Wands for All Occasions, the last stop for the day and also the place Dudley and Harry had been looking forward to all day.
Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivander's: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window. A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty for a single spindly chair. Harry and Dudley felt strangely as though they'd entered a very strict library, and looked at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling.
"Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Everyone jumped, and saw that an old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.
"Hello," said Harry and Dudley nervously.
"Ah yes," said the man. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "And who might this be?" he asked, looking at Dudley.
"Dud…Dudley Dursl…I mean, Evans sir, Dudley Evans," replied Dudley, going red in the face. Mr. Ollivander nodded at him and turned to the adults.
"Ah, Mr. James Potter, it seems only yesterday you were in here herself, buying your first wand. Mahogany, eleven inches, pliable. Powerful and excellent for Transfiguration, am I correct?" asked Ollivander, knowing full well that he was.
"As always, Mr. Ollivander," replied James, thinking back to when he had gotten his wand and Ollivander had told his parents precisely what their wands were.
"And Ms. Evans here, I apologize, Mrs. Potter, favored and still favors a Willow, 10 ¼ inches, long and swishy and excellent for Charms, I presume?" Ollivander stated, peering closely at Lily for awhile.
"Yes," said Lily politely, averting her eyes. Mr. Ollivander had always creeped her out a bit. James stood protectively by her side, guessing her thoughts. After "guessing" (more like telling) Remus and Sirius what their wands were, Mr. Ollivander turned back to Harry and Dudley.
"And that's where..." Mr. Ollivander touched the lightning scar on Harry's forehead with a long, white finger. "I'm sorry to say that I sold the wand that did it," he said softly. "Thirteen and a half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands... Well, if I'd known what that wand was going out in the world to do..." He shook his head and then, to Harry's relief, his father intervened, somewhat crossly (as he often did whenever anyone bothered Harry about his scar).
"Mr. Ollivander, the boys are quite eager to try out the wands," he said, trying to keep a polite expression on his face.
"Yes, yes, of course," said Ollivander. He pulled a long tape measure with silver marking out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"
"Er - well, I'm right-handed," said Dudley, while Harry said the same thing.
"Hold out your arm. That's it." He measured Dudley and Harry from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head.
As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr. Potter, Mr. Evans. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns or dragons or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."
After Ollivander was done measuring, he let the tape measure crumple to the floor and pulled out a few boxes from the shelves. "Which of you wants to go first?" he asked. Harry and Dudley shrugged and Ollivander said, "Right then, Mr. Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave."
Harry took the wand and waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander took it out of his hand almost at once. "Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try-" Harry tried - but he had hardly raised it when it, too, was snatched back by Mr. Ollivander. "No, no - here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out." Harry tried. And tried. He had no idea what Mr. Ollivander was waiting for. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair, but the more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to become.
"Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere - I wonder, now - yes, why not - unusual combination - holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple." Harry took the wand. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wand above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on the walls.
Everyone cheered, and Harry felt happiness spread through him. He had found his wand. His mother gave him a kiss and his father gave him a proud smile while Sirius and Remus both hugged him. Dudley high-fived him while the rest of his siblings had smiles on their faces.
"What's my wand good for?" asked Harry excitedly.
"Well, let's see now," said Mr. Ollivander, quite relieved that one of his customers had found their wand. "Yes, yes, your wand will be exceptional in Defense, Mr. Potter. Try to prove me wrong when you get to Hogwarts, but I suspect your best subject will be Defense against the Dark Art."
"Like me!" said Remus, quite pleased.
"Ah well," said James, "I was hoping it would be Transfiguration like me, but DADA is even better!"
"But don't slack off on the other subjects now, Harry," said Lily, giving him a stern smile. "Especially Charms," she whispered with sparkling eyes.
"Yes mum," replied Harry, rolling his eyes.
As Mr. Ollivander put Harry's wand back into its box and wrapped it in brown paper, he muttered, "Curious... curious..."
"Sorry," said Harry, "but what's curious?"
Mr. Ollivander fixed Harry with his pale stare. "I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather - just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother - why, its brother gave you that scar." Harry swallowed.
"Yes, thirteen and a half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember... I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter... After all, He Who Must Not Be Named did great things - terrible, yes, but great." Harry looked nervously at the old man, and looked away from everyone else. He was being compared to Lord Voldemort himself. What could be worse than that?
Next was Dudley, who did not have to try out nearly as many wands as Harry did. His fourth wand (12 inches, Oak, long and pliable) brought forth blue and gold sparks, and also congratulations from everyone. Ollivander predicted Dudley to be partial to Potions, although it did not require much wand work, and also Charms like Lily (much to her delight). After paying for the wands, the large group left the store and walked tiredly to the Leaky Cauldron. Will and Emma, who had walked all day, were tied and whining, and Sirius and James had to carry them to the Leaky Cauldron.
"Sweetheart, you're quiet," Lily remarked, looking over at Harry, who was the only one not talking. Dudley was chattering with Remus about Hogwarts, and Anne and Diana were skipping and gossiping with each other. "What's wrong?
"Nothing mum," said Harry rather quickly, "I'm fine."
"Are you thinking about what happened at Ollivander's?" asked Lily, reading his thoughts. Like for herself, it was very easy recognizing Harry's feelings by looking into his emerald eyes. Harry, hesitating for a moment, said, "Yea."
"Oh Harry, don't think for a moment that you're anything like Voldemort," said Lily comfortingly. "You had a better healthier childhood, and you're surrounded by people who you love and who love you. That's one thing Voldemort can never grasp: love. So even if your wands are brothers, it doesn't mean anything, sweetheart."
"Really?" asked Harry hopefully.
"Definitely," replied Lily, giving him a warm smile, but she had a guilty feeling building up inside of her. Was it the right time to tell Harry about the prophesy? Dumbledore had told James and her that it was best not to tell Harry about the prophesy until necessary, and since Voldemort was gone, would the need ever come? What Lily had never understood for the past ten years was: how had Voldemort been defeated without the prophesy fulfilling itself? How had her little baby vanquished him? It was all a puzzle to her, even though Dumbledore had explained to her that Harry had lived due to her sacrifice and love for him. But Lily knew how strong prophesies were, and once made, could not be changed or taken back.
Was Voldemort really vanquished? Maybe he was still somewhere out there, weak and defeated, but bidding his time for revenge. Did that mean he was going to return in the future, and Harry would have to fight with him face to face? Lily shivered. She didn't want her children to experience Hogwarts in a time of war like she had. Of course, Hogwarts had been the best seven years of her life not counting marriage, but still…that haunting feeling of insecurity, and not knowing who to trust, hadn't been forgotten by Lily. She still remembered walking the Halls of Hogwarts after hours during her prefect duties, with a creeping sense of fear that something dangerous and related to Voldemort was just around the corner. No, she didn't want Harry, Dudley, Anne, Diana, Will, and Emma to go through that too.
Lily looked around at the cheerful setting of Diagon Alley, with happy families and friends laughing, gossiping, and catching up with news. She remembered how Diagon Alley had been in her 6th and 7th years: chilly, not because of the cold, but because of the emptiness and fear, and lonely, with lots of shop fronts empty due to fear that Voldemort would at any minute attack. Lily contrasted Diagon Alley in her first year to that of 6th year. It had been a major change. In Harry's 5th, 6th, or 7th years, would it be like that? Would Voldemort somehow find a way to return?
Somehow, Lily had a creeping sense of reality that Voldemort wasn't gone, at least not permanently. He was bidding his time, and would attack most furiously when everyone least expected it. Hopefully, the wizarding world hadn't forgotten the terror he had caused before. Lily knew no one had, but was it enough to withstand him once again? Many families had been torn apart. Would people be willing to fight him again? Lily knew James too felt what she did. Outside of his cheerful "I could care less" exterior, Lily knew James was just as unnerved as she was. Especially since two weeks ago, he had been anxious and tense most of the time, right after coming home from a meeting with Dumbledore at Hogwarts. Looking after the children, Lily had been too busy to wonder what had been bothering him, but today, after seeing Hagrid taking that grubby looking package from the top-security vault in Gringotts, Lily was impatient to get home. James and Sirius knew what that package was, and what was going on, and Lily had a creeping sense of fear that it concerned Voldemort.
"Lily, are you alright?" James asked, looking at her with concern. During the walk to the Leaky Cauldron, Lily had turned pale and had shivered quite a few times.
"I…I'm fine," Lily said, "I just have a little headache." And it wasn't a lie either. All the events of the day flashed through her mind, giving her a slight head ache: Severus's talk with her, Hagrid retrieving a highly important object from Gringotts, and Ollivander commenting about how Harry's wand was the brother of Voldemort's.
The group quickly went to Potter Manor through the fireplace and Sirius and Remus took their leave, after again wishing Harry a happy birthday.
That evening, after all the kids had been tucked in and put to bed, Lily confronted James about the object in Gringotts.
"Well, you know I hide nothing from you Lily, but you have to promise that none of the kids will know of this, especially Harry," said James, stressing the importance of the matter.
"Of course I promise," said Lily, looking offended. "I don't tell the kids everything!"
"I know that. I'm just saying that in this particular matter, none of them should know. Anyway, you know that two weeks ago, Dumbledore called me to his office, right?"
When Lily nodded, James continued. "Do you remember how the chocolate frog for Dumbledore looks?"
Lily was confused, but nodded. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Do you remember how on the back of the card, it talks about Dumbledore, and it mentions his role in making a Sorcerer's Stone along with a guy called Nicolas Flamel?"
Lily gasped. "Are you saying…that the package Hagrid took was…the Sorcerer's Stone?" James nodded.
"But how…and why," Lily stammered.
"Lily, Dumbledore's theory that Voldemort may still be alive proved to be correct," said James gravely. Lily gasped and covered her mouth in horror.
"Are you serious? How does…how does Dumbledore know?" she asked, filled with dread.
"I don't know how he knows, but Dumbledore says there are traces of him in a jungle in Albania," said James, "And Dumbledore thinks Voldemort is after the Stone so that he can drink the elixir of life and become…"
"Immortal," finished Lily quietly, looking horrified. "James, this is terrible! What do we do? How do we stop this?"
"Well, there's nothing we can do except protect the stone," said James, "That's why Dumbledore called me to his office two weeks ago. The Stone is going to be protected on the right-hand side of the third-floor corridor, and some selected teachers are going to place protections around it, in case Voldemort ever does (God forbid), cross Hagrid's three-headed dog covering the trap-door. Dumbledore wants Sirius and me to place a protection on it too."
"What are you going to do?" asked Lily, taking everything in.
"We don't know yet," said James, "But it'll have to be good, something Voldemort will never expect!"
The rest of the summer holidays passed by in a flurry of activities, with Harry and Dudley packing and repacking their supplies in their brand new trunks. Harry flipped through his textbooks once or twice before packing them in his trunk, but Dudley, who had a gnawing fear in the pit of his stomach that he would not fit in (as he had grown up as a muggle most of his life), read and re-read his books several times before packing them away. He found that Potions, as Ollivander had predicted, was most fascinating to him. As Dudley read about all the various Potions he would learn to make, with their cool simmering fumes and rare priceless ingredients, he couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts and start. "Hopefully, our Potions teacher is nice," he thought to himself. He had overheard his Uncle James talking about the Hogwarts Potions professor as a slimy old git, but he hoped he was wrong. It would be awful is his favorite class was taught by an unfair teacher.
Soon, the morning of September 1 dawned bright and early. Harry and Dudley were woken up at 7:00 sharp by Lily, who wanted to get to King's Cross early so that their goodbyes wouldn't need to be hurried. By 8:00, Harry and Dudley were ready and downstairs with their trunks and owls secured in their cages. Hedwig and Jaz were eyeing each other suspiciously, as if deciding whether or not it would be safe to make friends. Lily was making pancakes by the stove as James, Sirius, and Remus (who had come over to bid their young "nephews" goodbye), were looking over the Daily Prophet.
After breakfast, the large group assembled in front of the Mercedes Benz in the garage. "Must we go by car, mum? It will take forever!" said Anne, eyeing the blue car.
"Yes dear," said Lily, "We're a large group, and don't want to attract attention, do we?"
The six kids and four adults got into the car along with the two large trunks and two owl cages.
"This doesn't look really…normal," Dudley noted, staring at the interior of the car which had been magnified to fit all of them.
"Of course not," said James with a wave of his hand, "How else would we all fit?"
The traffic was horrible on the way to King's Cross. At half past ten, they finally parked in the packed parking lot and got out. Lily and James both placed the boys' carts on trolleys and wheeled them into the station.
Just as they were getting close, they heard a voice say, "Now, what's the platform number?" The person who talked was a slightly chubby red-haired woman.
"Nine and three-quarters!" piped a small girl, probably her daughter, "Mum, can't I go…"
"You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first," said the mother. Four boys all with flaming red hair like their mother and sister suddenly came into view, and James exclaimed, "It's the Weasleys!"
"Oh!" Lily exclaimed in delight, "Molly! Over here!"
The plump woman turned around and a grin spread over her face. "Lily Potter, is that you? What a wonderful surprise!" The two women ran over and hugged each other. Molly and Arthur, her husband, had been Head Boy and Girl of Hogwarts in their seventh year while Lily and James had been in their first year. Lily had always looked up to Molly as an ideal elder sister, and had struck a deep friendship with her. After Molly and Arthur had graduated from Hogwarts, the friends had drifted apart for some time, with little contact except a letter or two every year. The last time Lily and Molly had seen each other was five years ago.
"Are those your kids?" Lily asked, looking warmly at the four boys and one girl (who looked shyly up at her).
"Yes," said Molly happily, "My two elder ones aren't here today though. Bill, who is 20, graduated from Hogwarts three years ago and Charlie, 18 years old, graduated only last year. Bill's working as a curse breaker in Gringotts Bank in Egypt and Charlie's a dragon keeper in Romania. These three here, Percy, Fred and George, are attending Hogwarts, Ron is going to start this year, and my youngest and only daughter, Ginny, will start next year."
"You're going to be in our class then!" exclaimed Anne as a greeting, looking at little Ginny Weasley happily, hoping to find a true friend in her.
"And who is this little girl?" asked Molly warmly, looking at Anne, "She looks just like you Lily, but with James's eyes!"
"She's my second-born," said Lily affectionately, "After Harry here."
"Why hello dear," greeted Molly warmly, looking at Harry, "So ready for Hogwarts then? I've heard so much about you!"
Harry instantly warmed up to Molly Weasley. She wasn't like everyone else he had met, who stared at his scar first. She seemed to understand his uneasiness with being "famous", and treated him as a normal person.
"Hello, Mrs. Weasley," Harry greeted politely. After Lily introduced the rest of her children and her niece and nephew, James came over to her and said, "Lily dear, it's almost time. We should probably get the kids seated on the train."
Lily looked at her watch and yelped. "Oh my, you're right! We're almost running out of time!"
"How do we get onto platform 9 ¾, Uncle James?" asked Dudley.
"Simple," replied James, "Just run through the brick wall between platforms nine and ten. Do it fast, as not to attract muggle attention."
"Let's continue our talk after the Hogwarts Express leaves," Lily said to Molly, who nodded in agreement before turning to talk to her kids. In groups of twos, the Potter family went through the barrier between Platforms nine and ten, and came onto the packed and loud platform of 9 ¾. A scarlet steam engine was waiting to depart, and a sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, 11 o'clock. Dudley looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the ticket box had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it. He grinned.
Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to each other in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks. The first few carriages were already packed with students, some hanging out of the window to talk to their families, some fighting over seats. Lily and James pushed Harry and Dudley's trolley off down the platform in search of an empty seat. They passed a round-faced boy who was saying, "Gran, I've lost my toad again."
"Oh, Neville," they heard the old woman sigh. Lily and James looked at each other with raised eyebrows. So this was Neville Longbottom. He had Alice's blonde hair plastered over his head and her blue eyes, but his facial features were that of his father Frank's. Lily glanced at him with a pang in her heart. Neville reminded her of her best friend Alice, and it was hard to see him without remembering the terrible fate that had gone to the once happy Longbottom family.
A boy with dreadlocks was surrounded by a small crowd.
"Give us a look, Lee, go on."
The boy lifted the lid of a box in his arms and the people around him shrieked and yelled as something inside poked out a long, hairy leg. Little Will longed to see what was inside that box, but his mother kept a firm grip on his arm so that he wouldn't run away.
Finally, they found an empty compartment way back in the train, and after leaving the two trunks and the owl cages in the compartment, Lily and James turned to Harry and Dudley.
Lily burst into tears and gave Harry and Dudley a big mushy hug and kissed them each on the cheek twice. "Oh, I'm going to miss you two!" she exclaimed emotionally. Harry and Dudley reddened, especially since some passing people were smiling behind their hands at Lily's action.
"Mum!" Harry exclaimed at the same time Dudley said, "Aunt Lily, people are watching us!" James rolled his eyes at Lily behind her back and Sirius and Remus started laughing. Lily let them go and a stern expression replaced her tears.
"Now listen you two. Have lots of fun at Hogwarts, but remember not to neglect your studies! And don't do anything that would get you into detentions, understand?"
"Yes, mum," and "Yes, Aunt Lily," were the replies that came to her. Next, James ruffled their hair and said proudly, "Remember, get into a lot of trouble! Hogwarts has to think the Marauders came back!"
"James!" Lily said, giving him a severe look. Sirius and Remus laughed.
"Study well, and make us proud," Remus told them, giving them a small hug.
"Forget about studying, make the teacher's lives as hard as you can, and remember to give Filch grief!" said Sirius before dodging Lily's furious gaze.
"Just remember, don't do anything you wouldn't do at home," said Lily. Harry and Dudley started nodding furiously, trying to take in everything their guardians were telling them. After giving their siblings hugs and bidding everyone goodbye, Harry and Dudley finally boarded the train and settled into their compartment. They looked out the window and saw their family talking to some friends of theirs. Off to the other side of the platform, Harry and Dudley could make out the Weasley family, and could hear snatches of their conversation.
"Fred? George? Are you there?"
"Coming, Mum."
Molly had just taken out her handkerchief. "Ron, you've got something on your nose."
"Mum - geroff." He wriggled free.
"Aaah, has ickle Ronnie got somefink on his nosie?" said one of the twins. Harry and Dudley grinned at each other, seeing the red-haired twins making fun of their little brother. It reminded Harry of how he sometimes teased Will.
"Shut up," said Ron.
"Where's Percy?" said their mother.
"He's coming now."
The oldest boy came striding into sight. He had already changed into his billowing black Hogwarts robes and Harry and Dudley noticed a shiny silver badge on his chest with the letter P on it.
"Can't stay long, Mother," he said. "I'm up front, the Prefects have got two compartments to themselves -"
"Oh, are you a Prefect, Percy?" said one of the twins, with an air of great surprise. "You should have said something, we had no idea."
"Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it," said the other twin. "Once-"
"Or twice-"
"A minute-"
"All summer-"
"Oh, shut up," said Percy the Prefect.
"How come Percy gets new robes, anyway?" said one of the twins.
"Because he's a Prefect," said their mother fondly. "All right, dear, well, have a good term - send me an owl when you get there."
She kissed Percy on the cheek and he left. Then she turned to the twins.
"Now you two - this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you've - you've blown up a toilet or -"
"Blown up a toilet? We've never blown up a toilet."
"Great idea though, thanks, Mum."
"It's not funny. And look after Ron."
"Don't worry, ickle Ronniekins is safe with us."
"Shut up," said Ron again. He was almost as tall as the twins already and his nose was still pink where his mother had rubbed it.
Feeling guilty that they had been listening in on their conversation too much, Harry and Dudley leaned back and stayed silent for awhile. Lily and Molly again met up with each other and started talking, while Little Ginny turned shyly to Anne and Diana. It seemed the young girls were already striking a friendship before Hogwarts.
A whistle sounded. "Hurry Up!" Molly said, and Fred, George, and Ron clambered on to the train. They leant out of the window for her to kiss them goodbye and Ginny began to cry.
"Don't, Ginny, we'll send you loads of owls."
"We'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat."
"George!"
"Only joking, Mum."
Lily waved to Harry and Dudley, and kissed them goodbye one more time. Anne and Diana looked like they wanted to cry too, but didn't. "Harry, bring me a Hogwarts toilet seat, will you?" asked Will, waving furiously, his cute dimpled face in a smile. Emma had long ago burst into tears, and was currently sobbing her heart out on her dad's shoulder. "I want to go to!" she continuously said. James, Sirius, and Remus waved proudly at the boys and Sirius even said, brushing away a fake tear, "Our boys are all grown up! Soon we'll be planning their wedding!" Harry and Dudley blushed furiously and glared at him.
The train began to move. Harry and Dudley saw Lily and Molly waving and their sisters, half laughing, half crying, running to keep up with the train until it gathered too much speed; then they fell back and waved. Harry and Dudley felt a rush of excitement and nervousness. They were on their way to a wonderful adventure, and by the sound of the stories Lily, James, Sirius, and Remus had told them, it was going to be exciting.
A.N. (I hope you liked this chapter! Tell me if I made any mistakes with the flow of the story, or if something doesn't make sense! And remember, please vote for the house you want Dudley to be in!)