The Other Side of the HP II
The Truth Revealed
Chapter One
Happy Birthday
I've been sitting a tree in the woods for hours. I've been reading my book that I got from school. My 6th grade year was terrible. I had the meanest teacher, Mrs. Shatter-I know, the name is perfect right?-anyway, she gave me bad grades, detentions and smacks with a ruler that I didn't even need. YES, they still smack you with rulers if they have to. What's worse is that Mona and me were separated into two different groups, so I had no one that I knew with me. To make things even worse, if they can get any worse, our two best friends, Fred and George Weasley, went to a different school. A school for witches and wizards. As for us, were muggles. How I hate it! I guess I'm jealous, but who wouldn't be? To not have special powers is not having the ability to do magic. To be able to do magic. I look over at Mona. She is in her book, Sherlock Holmes. Mine isn't as happy or intriguing. My book is, The Red Badge of Courage. It is about the civil war of 1860s, when the north fought the south in the Americas. We've had some wars here, but this book is just, well, depressing. I'm glad I haven't lived through any wars, I'd probably never sleep and freak out. But, I'll try not to think about that. Today's date is April 1st, Fred and George's Birthday. They'll be twelve, and when they come back, we'll have about three months together before they go back to Hogwarts. We sent them their presents today, earlier this morning. We got them more joke and prank books. They are they next books in the "series" they got last year. It's really hard to send two books, two letters, and everything else we sent this morning on one owl, who has a little bit of problems. Errol, the Weasley's owl, nearly fell out of the sky when he took flight. I can't stop thinking about the twins though.
They've wrote to us every week, same as us, giving us news on what they've been doing, what spells they've learned, who's won quidditch, stuff like that. They also told us that they were sorted into the Gryffindor house, out of the four, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. I miss them so much. It's been nearly 9 months since we've seen them last. I wish we had powers. We could go to Hogwarts with them, learn how to do "unrealistic" things. The last letter we got from them, we got two days ago. It said that Slytherin is probably going to win the house cup. It stated also that they miss us and the countdown had begun. Only a month and a half. Thank-goodness! Mona looks up and gives me her "I've found the answer" look. She's read tons of mystery books, and she always finds the answer before the end. At least she's got a good book.
" Vera," Mona finally talks to me, " do you think the twins will still like us when they come back?" Do I look like a genius?
" I don't know. They might have moved on."
" I can't believe it, only another month and a half until we see them again."
" I can't wait." The problem is that we still have school for that long too. I better finish my book. I'm almost at the end. I don't know if I can keep reading. I can not stop thinking about the twins! Why do I keep thinking about them? I put down my book. I lean back into the tree. Usually when I did this, The twins would be above me and start to clank their shoes together so all the dirt would fall onto my face. I'm sad to say that I miss that. I look at my watch. It's 3:00. We really out here for a long time. Why aren't we hungry? We didn't have lunch. Oh well, maybe I ate more for breakfast than usual. But that's weird. We have a limited amount for breakfast each day and for every meal. I think again of food and just like magic, I feel more full. Whoa. Must just be my stomach telling me to eat.
" Mona," I say, " let's go back to the house and get some lunch."
" Okay." she agrees. We head back to the house. On the way there I think about the last month-and-a-half of school and waiting for the twins. I wonder how they're feeling. Anxious to get back home and to see us? Happy about having another month of freedom from here? Upset and missing us? Or, Frustrated about us and how we aren't like them? I'm trying to think positive. Oh, how I wish we could be like them!
If only I knew what would come next.