Lydia
When I finally let Mum and Dad know I was home there was a celebration, but Mum and Dad were sad. I could tell.
They didn't want me home. They wished I was dead. Mum was going to say it, tonight I think.
It was all over the papers, the child they thought was dead was hiding in the attic.
The news would come tomorrow from the letter. Mr. Dumbledore was coming in person to deliver it. He was going to explain to Mum and Dad what I was and how to deal with it. I was sitting at the breakfast table when I felt sick and I tried to lie down before it happened.
It was dark and cold in the woods. But I was angry at him, how could he be so stupid, didn't he think before he acted, he could have ruined everything in that one little action. I have half a mind to kill him. I approached him and without thinking I crushed him into a hug.
I rubbed the new bump on my head and got up off the ground. Mum and Dad were talking upstairs. I washed my plate and went to sit at the front door.
Old habits die hard.
Albus Dumbledore was an old man, very old. He had a long beard and a funny cloak type thing. He walked up the steps but didn't knock. He knew I was going to open the door.
"Ah Ms. Rayner. Are your parents at home by any chance?" He asked. I nodded and let him in.
"Albus Dumbledore, I really liked you, you'll excuse me not entering your office I hope?" I asked and he smiled.
"I don't doubt you have your reasoning." I held up a finger for him to wait and ran up the stairs.
"Mum, Dad, is down stairs and he needs to tell you something." I left the room just as quick and found Albus eating a bag of something. He offered me one and I took it, Lemon Drops.
Mum came running down the stairs and froze at the sight of Dumbledore.
"Who are you?" He asked.
"My name is Albus Dumbledore and I am headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."He spoke loudly and Mum inched towards the phone.
"Can you do the pop thingy?" I asked and he nodded.
"The phone won't work until I leave, I just wanted you to know that the school is willing to pay all of Ms. Rayner's expenses once she is in Diagon Alley by the twenty eighth of August, two days from now." Albus said and Mum froze.
"Lydia can't go to school, she's mentally ill." Mum said and I sighed.
"Can Molly pick me up?" I asked he smiled and nodded.
"If you report this Mrs. Rayner I will not be prosecuted. But I have left an envelope here and you can read it. It'll let you know what will happen in Lydia's new school. Where she can be herself." Albus 'popped' out of the room and Mum stared at me before taking the envelope and going back upstairs.
"I'm going to the park!" I yelled and grabbed my coat.
In the park it was empty, I liked it that way. But it was lonely. Mum was letting me go to school but she wasn't bringing me to Diagon Ally.
'Let them pick her up.' She was going to say.
And pick me up they did. The whole of the Weasley's arrived at the door bright and early that morning. I met them at the door and snuck out quietly.
"Shush, Mum and Dad are sleeping." I whispered and then I turned around to slap Fred who was going to put his chewing gum in my hair.
"Leave me alone." I warned and followed Molly down to the end of the street.
"Fred, George and Ron, hold your Dad's hand." They 'popped'.
"Ginny and Charlie, hold my hands."They 'popped' and I was left with Bill.
"You've apperated before, did you get sick?" He asked.
"The tube thingy, no." He smiled and nodded.
"Good then, hold my hand." I grabbed his hand and we squeezed through the tube.
I landed on top of one of the twins. He groaned but when I saw it was George I was happy. He put the spider in my hair.
"Well, uniforms first." Molly said cheerfully.
While we stood in line an older boy came in and I nudged Fred.
"I figured out it was you who punched him. For calling me a Mudblood." I said and pointed to the boy.
"Charlie?" Fred asked.
"Yeah," He was looking at a Dragon book and barely looked up from it.
"That boy there, who is he?" Fred asked.
"Marcus Flint, Slytherin." Charlie said. He sounded disgusted.
"He called Lydia a Mudblood." Fred told him and he dropped his book.
"When?"Charlie asked. He was angry and his fists were clenched.
"Not yet, I look older, but Fred gave him a black eye for it." I said and Charlie grinned. He ruffled Fred's hair making him scowl.
"Oh no." I said. Both of them turned to look at me but it was too late.
He stood in the background like he didn't want to be noticed, but I saw him there. He looked out of place in his clothes, he didn't fit in here with everyone else. But he was here and that made me happy.