The Original Order reads Harry Potter Book 1.
Chapter Four: The Vanishing Glass.
Previously in the last chapter.
"Can I read?" Andromeda offered, making Lily nod her head and passed the book over. "Thanks."
"What's the title of the chapter, Andi?" Sirius asked.
"It's called The Vanishing Glass."
(In the Present)
"Why would the chapter be talking about Vanishing Spells?" Ted asked with a frown, knowing full well that Vanishing Spells are taught in fifth year, not first.
"I don't know, Ted," Andromeda shrugged, confused as Ted is. "But I'm sure we'll find out if we read the chapter."
"Do you think its possible that Harry does Vanishing Spells from accidental magic?" James asked, feeling a sense of excitement of seeing his son doing accidental magic. "It has to be the only reason why the chapter's title is called that."
"I would've said hogwash at first," Narcissa said, almost brushing the idea of a newborn child doing Vanishing Spells aside. "But if Harry was strong enough to defeat the Dark Lord, then he must be powerful enough to do Vanishing Spells."
"I'm pretty sure Voldemort's defeat has something to do with Lily, Mrs. Malfoy," Dumbledore said with a slight chide in his voice, ignoring the flinches around him. "A mother would do anything to protect her child."
"What he said," Lily and Andromeda said in unison, causing Narcissa to let out a lightly huff.
"Alright, let's start reading! I want to learn about my son's life!" James exclaimed, starting to get impatient.
Shaking her head at her cousin's impatience, Andromeda began reading the second chapter of the book.
Nearly ten years had passed since the Dursleys woke up to find their nephew on their doorstep and Privet Drive hardly changed at all. The sun rose on the same tidy and neat gardens of every house and lit up the Dursley's living room, which was exactly the same as it had been during that fateful night with the owls and quiet. Only the photographs on the mantelpiece indicate how many years had passed.
Ten years ago, there had been a lot of pictures of what seemed to be a large, pink beach ball wearing different-colored bonnets, but Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby. The pictures now show a large, blond boy riding a bicycle and a carousel at the fair, playing a computer game with his father and getting hugs and kisses from his mother. The mantelpiece showed no sign of another boy living in the house.
The weird feeling Lily had inside her chest came back but stronger than ever. She was starting to become very concerned of her son. Where are the pictures of her little boy?
Lily wasn't the only one becoming concerned; all the females in the Room of Requirement were also looking concerned of Harry, which wasn't hard to figure out since females intend to be protective of children.
"Why are there no pictures of Harry in the Dursley's house?" Sirius asked with a frown on his face.
"Maybe Harry's camera shy, Sirius," Ted replied, shrugging his shoulders. It wasn't a bad suggestion since there are some children being camera shy, so it's possible Harry inherited it.
'I really hope so, Ted, because I can't bear the Dursley's not taking a single picture of Harry.' Lily thought to herself, hoping what she thought was true.
Yet, Harry Potter was still in number four, Privet Drive, and was currently asleep on his side but not for long as Aunt Petunia, who was awake, rapped on the door to his room, her shrill voice made the first noise in the quiet house.
"Up! Get up! Now!"
"That's a terrible way to wake up," Remus stated, wincing at the idea of being wake up early by a shrilling voice. Everyone else agreed with him, also wincing at the idea of being wake up by a shrilling voice.
"You don't have to harp on my son, Mrs. Dursley," Lily snapped, refusing to call the woman her sister.
Harry instantly woke up from the rapping knocks and the shrill voice that belong to his aunt but was still tired since it was an early morning.
"Up!" Aunt Petunia screeched, giving Harry's door one last rapped before walking into the kitchen and digging out a pan to put on the stove. Harry rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling, trying to remember the dream he was having before Aunt Petunia woke him up. It had been a good one, even though he had a funny feeling he dreamed of it before. The dream was about a flying motorcycle.
"Harry, you weren't dreaming at all," Sirius said with a smile. "That was actually real."
No one in the Room of Requirement had the heart to tell Sirius he was talking to a book because they were also smiling at the dream Harry had.
"Are you up yet?" Aunt Petunia demanded, walking over to Harry's door again to check if he was awake.
"Nearly, Aunt Petunia," Harry replied, rubbing his eyes to shake the tiredness off them.
"Well, get a move on to the kitchen and watch the bacon. Don't you dare let it burn. I want everything to be perfect on Duddy's birthday."
While half of the people were snickering at the nickname Mrs. Dursley said about her son, the Marauders and Nymphadora Tonks being the loudest of the snickers, the other half, namely Lily and Andromeda, had worrying thoughts on their minds. Why is Mrs. Dursley letting Harry cook the bacon instead of doing it herself? Harry was too young to even be near a stove. There could be a very possible chance that he might burn himself.
Even though it was the second chapter, and they haven't gotten to the other books, the worried people were starting to think placing Harry at the Dursley's was a bad idea. Dumbledore thought the same thing as well, but he needed to see how the Dursley's raised Harry over the years. He can't act without information.
Harry groaned.
"What did you just say?" Aunt Petunia snapped, hearing the groan.
"Nothing, nothing…"
Dudley's birthday, how could Harry ever forget about that? The world might come to an end if he forgot about his cousin's birthday. Harry slowly sat up from his bed and started looking for socks. He found them under his bed and put them on after pulling a spider off. Harry was used to spiders because the cupboard under the stairs are full of them and that's where he slept for the last ten years.
There was a long, horrified silence in the Room of Requirement, everyone couldn't muster a single word because of what the books said of Harry's…sleeping arrangements in the Dursley's house. They couldn't believe it. They couldn't believe that Harry Potter, son to James and Lily Potter, the savior of Magical Britain, the Boy-Who-Lived, vanquisher of Voldemort, was sleeping in a cupboard under the stairs instead of a bedroom.
The ones who were horrified the most of Harry's sleeping arrangement were Lily and Andromeda, the former covering her mouth with her hands to keep sobs from escaping and the latter hugging her shock daughter in a protective manner.
"F-for the last ten years, Harry has been s-s-sleeping…in a c-c-cupboard under the s-stairs?" Marlene croaked out, feeling heavy tears running down her face. She had been one of the people who thought placing Harry at the Dursley's was a bad idea and after reading this…sentence, she can agree on one thing with the worried people: Harry is never going to be raised by Muggles, especially these Muggles who hate magic.
What Marlene said was the trigger of the most, maybe probably, loudest reactions in the world. Each person was letting out their own opinion words about the Dursley's, with some of them being inappropriate that Narcissa had to cover her niece's ears.
"How dare those Muggles make Harry sleep in a cupboard instead of a bedroom?!" Alice screamed, shaking in rage.
"Stupid barbaric Muggles!" The Prewett twins shouted in anger, showing a rare side of prejudice against Muggles.
"This is how Harry's relatives treats our savior?!" Dedalus Diggle exclaimed, his face becoming red in anger. "By making him sleep in a cupboard for TEN BLOODY YEARS?!"
"I'M GOING TO KILL THOSE BASTARDS FOR WHAT THEY DID TO MY SON!" James roared, feeling the urge to stand up, leave the Room of Requirement, head to Privet Drive, walk up to the Dursley's house and hex the Muggles in Marauder style. He would never kill them but hex them.
"I'm coming with you!" Sirius exclaimed, standing up from his seat and began looking around for an exit, completely forgetting that no one can leave the room.
'I…I can't believe it,' Lily thought, still in her horrified state from hearing Harry's sleeping arrangement. 'I can't believe my sister would channel her bitterness and jealousy that she had towards me when I went to Hogwarts onto my little boy…who had done nothing wrong to her.' It was then Lily felt something an emotion inside her that she never had before: Hatred. She was having pure hatred coursing through her entire body for the first time in her life, not even the incident in her fifth year had made her this angry. 'Petunia, when I get my hands on you…'
"SETTLE DOWN!" Dumbledore's voice boomed over the Room of Requirement, causing everyone to cease their words and stared at him in shock. They had never heard him raised his voice before. "I understand we're all angry for what the Dursley's did to Harry and I'm regretting leaving him at that place, but like I said before, we can prevent this from happening and give Harry a happy childhood with his parents. The only we can do now is keep reading the book while endured what we're going to learn about Harry's childhood."
While everyone wasn't happy with Dumbledore's logic of enduring what they're going learn about Harry's childhood, especially the Potter's, they couldn't but agree with what he said about preventing Harry from living with the Dursley's. So, after taking a deep breath to calm themselves, everyone sat down and began listening to Andromeda, who took the cue to read the book again.
After putting on his socks and getting dressed, Harry exited the cupboard, walked down the hallway and entered the kitchen where he can see a lot of presents almost hidden beneath the dining table. It looked like Dudley had gotten the new computer he wanted, including the second television and a racing bike.
"What's a computer and television, Lily?" Dedalus asked the red-hair woman, oblivious to the very cold and very dangerous look on her face.
"I'm not going to explain every Muggle technology as we read, Diggle," Lily snapped very harshly at the old man who reared back in great shock of being talk like that. "So, don't ask me stupid questions."
"Okay, I'm sorry, Lily, I was just asking what the thing is. No need to snap at me." Dedalus defended, releasing a shaky sigh he didn't knw, while making an inward note to never pissed off this woman.
Harry didn't understand why Dudley, a very fat kid, would want a racing bike since it requires exercise and his cousin hates exercises, unless it involves punching somebody. Dudley's favorite punching bag was Harry, but he couldn't often catch him because Harry was very fast, even if he didn't look like it.
"Favorite punching bag?" Lily hissed violently, her dark green eyes narrowing into slits. She was trying to keep her temper under control, but she was failing miserably from what she was hearing.
"Lily, calm down," Marlene said, placing a hand on Lily's shoulder. "This won't happen in the future."
"But that fat kid is punching my son!"
"And you can get your revenge by ignoring the Dursley's for the rest of your life."
Any retort Lily had was immediately ceased from what Marlene said. Ignoring the Dursley's for the rest of her life? That…was not a bad idea. She was going to do that after the Order was done reading the books.
Either it had to be living in a cupboard for ten years or being born with a trait, but Harry was always small and skinny for his age. He was even smaller and skinnier because he was wearing Dudley's old hand-me-downs, and Dudley was four times larger than he was.
"Instead of buying clothes, the Dursley's just gives Harry their son's clothes?" Andromeda asked in a cold voice, thinking worst ways to punish the Muggles who was treating her nephew a slave. She wasn't a Muggle hater like her former family, but even she can find them annoying.
Harry had a thin face, knobby knees, jet-black hair that was messy and stuck up all over the place, fair skin from doing chores outside for long hours and bright green eyes. He wore round glasses on his face, but it was held up by tape in the middle from all the times Dudley punched him in the nose. Harry didn't care what he looked like at all since it never bothered him if he was tall or small, but the only thing he liked about himself was the scar on his forehead, directly above his right eye. It was very thin and shaped like a lightning bolt. He had this scar for as long as he can remember and the first question he asked Aunt Petunia in all his life was how he had gotten it.
"You got the scar when your parents died from a car crash," Aunt Petunia had replied to Harry's question. "Now, don't ask any more questions."
"WHAT?! A CAR CRASH?!" Everyone roared in extreme outrage. How dare those Muggles lie to Harry about his parent's deaths?! "HOW CAN A CAR CRASH KILL LILY AND JAMES POTTER?!"
"It's insulting to lie about the deaths of Harry's parents!" Frank exclaimed, clenching his fists and glaring at the book. "How can they lie to him?"
"I think the Dursley's knows about the Potter's deaths because of the letter I wrote, Frank, but chose to say it in their own words to make Harry feel unlove." Dumbledore mused with a heavy frown on his face. What had his future self been thinking of dropping off an orphan to a hatful and neglectful place? There must be a good reason why he did it and he was hoping the answer to his question is in the books.
Don't ask questions. That was the number one rule for a quiet life if you're living with the Dursleys.
As Harry was turning over the bacon in the frying pan, Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen with his morning newspaper and sat down at the dining table. He then looked over at Harry and barked out his usual morning greeting. "Comb your hair, boy!"
"Well, good morning to you too, Dursley," Sirius greeted with heavy sarcasm in his voice. "How nice of you to join the story."
Remus was about to point out Mr. Dursley was already in the story but a look from James stopped him.
About once a week, Uncle Vernon would look over the top of his morning newspaper and shouted at Harry to either comb his hair or get a haircut. Harry must've had more haircuts than any boys of his age put together, but it made no difference, his hair grew like that – all over the place.
"It's the Potter hair!" James exclaimed with a huge grin on his face.
"The Potter hair?" Alice asked with a raised eyebrow. "What in the world is that?"
"This is the Potter hair, Alice," James explained, pointing a finger at his hair. "It's always style like this, messy and stuck up all over the place. My mother had tried to comb it when I was young but gave up when she couldn't get my hair to become flat."
"Ah, I see."
"Can I continue reading?" Andromeda asked with a bite of annoyance in her voice. She was going to start silencing people if they kept interrupting her reading. When James gave her a nod, Andromeda continued reading.
Harry was frying eggs by the time Dudley arrived in the kitchen with his mother. Dudley looked a lot like Uncle Vernon. He had a large, pink face, not much neck, small and watery blue eyes and blond hair that was thick and lay smoothly on his fat head. Aunt Petunia often said Dudley looked like a baby angel, while Harry often said Dudley looked like a pig in a wig. He said that in his mind since he didn't dare say it out loud.
"HAHAHA!" The Marauders and the Prewett twins roared in laughter. "A PIG IN A WIG?! THAT'S FUCKING HILARIOUS!"
"Language, men! There's a child in the room!" Minerva scolded, trying to keep her stern demeanor up, which was proven difficult since she was trying not to laugh at Harry's description of his cousin. In hindsight, it was hilarious.
Harry put the plates of eggs and bacon on the dining table with difficulty since there wasn't a lot of room before sitting down to get a plate himself. Meanwhile, Dudley was counting his presents and when he finished counting, his face fell.
"Thirty-six…" Dudley said, turning to face his mother and father. "That's two less than last year."
"Thirty-six presents?!" Marlene exclaimed, extremely shocked that a kid who was being spoiled beyond belief had so many presents. "Just for a fat kid?! That's insane!"
"Not even Pureblood kids would have that many presents because of a birthday party. It's outrageous." Narcissa added, also extremely shocked like Marlene. She may be a bit spoiled when she was a kid and gotten an average amount of presents, but she would never have that many presents because of a birthday party. Thirty-six presents was just too much to have.
"Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Marge's present, it's under this big one from Mummy and Daddy." Aunt Petunia said, gesturing to the present she pointed out.
"Alright, that's thirty-seven," Dudley said, his pink face becoming red in anger when he realized he still didn't have enough presents like last year. Harry, sensing the huge tantrum about to come out, began wolfing down his breakfast as fast as possible in case Dudley flips the table over. A temper tantrum was never a good thing, not even when it's early in the morning.
"We'll buy you two more presents while we're out today, Duddy," Aunt Petunia said, also sensing the huge tantrum. "How's that? Two presents. That will enough presents like last year. Will that be alright?"
Dudley's red face became pink again as he looked thoughtful of the idea, which seemed to be hard work since Dudley wasn't a very smart person. But in the end, he began speaking slowly as if he wasn't sure of himself. "So, if I get two more presents…I'll have thirty…thirty…
"Thirty-nine presents, sweetie."
"Oh," Dudley heavily sat down on a chair and grabbed the nearest present. "Alright then."
Uncle Vernon chuckled. "Little tyke wants his money's worth, just like his father. Atta boy, Dudley!" He reached over to ruffled Dudley's hair.
"Oh, sure, spending money on expensive things is a great thing to do," Lily said with a large amount of sarcasm in her voice. "What an idiot."
"I sometimes wonder if Muggles are the same as Purebloods when it comes to shopping," Remus mused with thoughtful look on his face. "The Purebloods tend to buy expensive things to gloat others about it, while the Muggles buy expensive things for their own desire. Could it be possible the Purebloods and Muggles are so alike each other?"
The Purebloods, especially Narcissa, looked extremely uncomfortable of being compared to Muggles when it comes to shopping. Sure, they buy expensive things to either gloat others about it or have their own fashion, but they don't buy expensive things every day. That would put a dent in their fortune.
"Well, since no one is answering your question, Remus," Sirius said, breaking the silence. "I supposed the answer to your question is a yes. Purebloods and Muggles are alike each other. Andi, can you please continue reading?"
"Sure, Sirius," Andromeda replied, very glad the attention was on her since she was sure the Purebloods who were still silent was going to say something they're going to regret.
At that moment, the telephone in the living room rang and Aunt Petunia went to answer it, leaving Harry and Uncle Vernon to watch Dudley unwrap his presents, which contained the racing bike, a video camera, a remote-control plane, sixteen new computer games and a VCR. Dudley was opening a gold wristwatch when Aunt Petunia came back, looking angry and worried.
"What's wrong, dear?" Uncle Vernon asked, noticing the angry and worried look on his wife's face.
"We have bad news, Vernon, Mrs. Figg has broken her leg. She can't take him." Aunt Petunia replied, jerking her head towards Harry.
Everyone was extremely surprised by what Mrs. Dursley said. Arabella Figg was living in Privet Drive for ten years? What was she doing there?
Lily became very suspicious of that. If Figg lived in Privet Drive for ten years since Harry has been dropped off – she may have not shown it to everyone in the Room of Requirement, but she'd became very angry how Dumbledore left her son on the doorstep like a piece of garbage, not even bothering to ring the doorbell – does she know about the abused the Dursley's did to her son? If so, she was going to have a few words with the old lady.
While Dudley's mouth fell open in horror from what his mother said, Harry's heart gave a leap. Every year on Dudley's birthday, his parents take him and a friend of his out of the house for the entire day to adventure parks, hamburger restaurants or the movies. But every year on Dudley's birthday, Harry gets left behind with Mrs. Figg, a crazy old lady who lives two streets away. He hated going there. The house smells like cabbage and Mrs. Figg makes Harry look at every picture of the cats she owns.
"What do we do?" Aunt Petiuna asked, looking furiously at Harry as though he planned this. Harry knew he should feel sorry that Mrs. Figg broken her leg, but it wasn't easy when he reminded himself that it would be a year before he had to look at those cats again.
"Harry, you should feel sorry for the elders, it's disrespectful to not show sympathy." Narcissa scolded, a bit aghast that Harry has no respect for elder people. When he's born, she will teach him to respect the elders.
"We could phone Marge and have her look after him."
"Don't be silly, Vernon, she hates the boy."
The Dursleys often spoke about this to Harry, who wasn't surprised at all since he was used to be spoken like that. It was as if he was something that made them become very nasty towards him, like a slug making a mess on the carpets or the kitchen.
"What about your friend? Uh, what's her name again? Yvonne?"
"On a vacation in Majorca," Aunt Petunia snapped.
"You could leave me here," Harry put in, careful to keep the hope out of his voice. He would be able to watch what he wanted on the television or go on Dudley's computer.
"And come back to see the house in ruins?" Aunt Petunia snarled, looking as though she swallowed a lemon. The idea of leaving the boy in the house completely appalled her and she was not going to have that.
"Oh, please do that, Harry!" The Marauders exclaimed, grinning at the idea of the Dursley's house in ruins. "Destroy the house!"
"He could get in trouble for doing that, guys," Marlene said, finding the idea of destroying the Dursley's house a terrible one.
"But it would be worth it, Marlene," James said, not losing his grin, making the brown-hair woman huff.
"I won't blow up the house."
The Dursleys weren't listening to Harry, they were busying thinking of what to do with him.
"I supposed the only thing we can do, Vernon, is take him to the zoo…" Aunt Petunia slowly said as if she couldn't believe it came down to this idea. "But we can leave him in the car when we get there."
"IS SHE OUT OF HER MIND?!" Lily screamed, startling everyone. "HOW CAN SHE THINK OF LEAVING HARRY IN THE CAR?!"
"Why is leaving Harry in the car so terrible, Lily?" Sirius asked, not seeing the point of leaving Harry in the car.
"People can die from heat stroke if they stay in cars for hours, Sirius! The car is practically an oven if it's not on!"
"THEY CAN WHAT?!" Everyone shouted, paling dramatically. They may not understand the Muggle World very well, but they can understand some of the dangers, like muggers and thieves. However, if Lily said was true about people dying in cars, then they need to make sure it never happens.
"The car I got is new, dear, he's not staying in it by himself."
When Dudley realized that Harry was going to come with them to the zoo, he began to cry. In fact, he wasn't really crying. It had been years since he'd really cried – Harry can tell when a person is crying and not crying – but if he screwed up his face and wailed, his mother would give him anything he wanted.
"That's actually quite cunning of Dudley to create a fake crying personality," The Prewett twins grudgingly compliment, as if they didn't want to say the words at all.
"Yeah, it's almost Slytherin-like," Andromeda grudgingly added, bracing for the reaction that's going to come from her little sister.
"Don't compare the kid to our House, Andi!" Narcissa yelled, shuddering in disgust at the thought a Muggle being compared to the House of Slytherin. "What's the matter with you?!"
"I'm just saying what I'm saying, Cissy."
"Well, don't say stuff like that! Now, please keep reading!"
"Dinky Duddydums, don't cry, Mummy won't let him spoil your special day!" Aunt Petunia cried, flinging her arms around Dudley to comfort him.
"I…don't…want…him…t-t-to…come!" Dudley yelled in-between huge, fake sobs. "He always s-spoils everything!" When he saw Harry through the gap of his mother's arms, Dudley shot him a nasty grin.
"Git!" Sirius spat out, glaring at the book in Andromeda's hands.
Just then, the doorbell rang – "Good Lord, they're here!" Aunt Petunia frantically said – and Dudley's best friend, Piers Polkiss, walked in the dining room with his mother a moment later. Piers was a scrawny boy with a face like a rat. He was usually the one who held people's arms behind their back when Dudley hits them. Dudley immediately stopped pretending to cry when he saw his best friend.
Half an hour later, Harry, who couldn't believe his luck, was sitting in the back of the Dursley's car with Piers and Dudley as they were on their way towards the zoo, which was something he'd never been before. This was the very first time he was going to a place that wasn't Mrs. Figg's. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon wasn't happy they were taking Harry with them to the zoo, but they had no other choice. They would just have to deal with it.
Everyone became very sad when they heard that last sentence. Harry hasn't gone to any places at all? Not even visiting London? It shows that the Dursley's are doing their absolute best to make Harry miserable, neglectful and unlove.
Lily was trying very hard to not spill tears from hearing how miserable and neglectful Harry was. This was not what she wanted when she has children. She wanted children who would grow up feeling happiness and loved. When the Order gets done with the books, she vowed to kill Voldemort and his forces by any means necessary, regardless of Dumbledore wanting to redeem them.
However, before everyone left to the zoo, Uncle Vernon pulled Harry aside. "I'm warning you, boy," He warned, putting his purple face up close to Harry's face. "Any funny business when we're at the zoo, anything at all, and you'll be in that cupboard until Christmas."
"Don't you dare threat Harry, you fat walrus!" Nymphadora shouted, her hair turning blood-red.
"Nymphadora!" Andromeda admonished, sending her daughter a stern look. "Mind your language!"
Nymphadora gritted her teeth at the use of her first name but obeyed her mother. "Yes, mother."
"I'm not going to do anything when we're at the zoo, Uncle Vernon, honestly," Harry said, knowing full well Uncle Vernon didn't believe him. No one ever believed him at all. For some reason, strange things always happened around Harry, and it wasn't worth telling the Dursleys that he didn't make them happened.
Everyone instantly realized what the sentence was talking about. It was talking about the times Harry does accidental magic. The thought of reading what Harry did with accidental magic caused everyone to gain excited smiles on their faces, particularly Filius and Minerva. They were wondering what powers the son of Lily and James has.
The first time it happened was when Aunt Petunia, who was getting tired of Harry coming back from the barbers without getting a haircut, taken a pair of scissors to cut off Harry's hair so short he was almost bald, except she had left the bangs to hide the horrible scar on Harry's forehead. Dudley laughed silly at Harry, who spent a sleepless night in his cupboard imagining school the next day where he's already laughed at for wearing baggy clothes and tapped glasses. He was sure everyone was going to laugh at his almost bald head, including the teachers. But the next morning, however, Harry's hair grew back exactly what it was before Aunt Petunia shaved it off.
"OH! OH! OH!" Nymphadora squealed excitedly, her hair changing different colors in a rapid pace. She couldn't believe it. Harry has inherited the same ability she has; the ability to change physical appearances. "He's like me! He's like me!"
"Like you?" Naricssa repeated with a confused look on her face. "How is Harry like you, Nymphadora?
"Oh! I see now!" Ted exclaimed, thinking the exact same thing as his daughter and feeling a grin on his face.
"I see it too, Mr. Tonks," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eyes.
"What? What is it?" Lily asked, feeling annoyed that she hasn't figured it out like Ted and his daughter. Everyone else was annoyed.
"Young Harry is a Metamorphmagus, Mrs. Potter, just like Nymphadora."
There was a moment of silence as everyone who didn't know the answer processed the information. Harry is a Metamorphmagus? That was how his hair grew back the next morning? For some reason, the thought of that caused everyone, except the Potter couple, to become skeptical.
"Dumbledore, I think you might be mistaken of what you said," Sirius slowly said, still skeptical. "Along with Dora and Ted."
"How?" Dumbledore asked, raising a silver eyebrow. "How can we possibly be mistaken, Sirius?"
"Well, for starters, Metamorphmagus are very rare, and no one has seen them for thousands of years. And second, Harry can't possibly inherit that ability. He must've regrown his hair with accidental magic."
"No accidental magic can regrow hair, Sirius," Andromeda countered, shaking her head. "The only way to regrow hair is either using a Hair Regrowth Potion or having the Metamorphmagus ability."
"If Harry really inherited the ability, then what other abilities does he have?" Remus asked, deciding to change the subject before arguments can break out.
"The only way to know is to keep reading the book, Remus," Frank replied, quite glad for the change of subject. "Mrs. Tonks, can you please continue reading?"
Harry was given a week in his cupboard because of that, even though he had tried to explain how he couldn't grow his hair back.
"How can the Dursley's punished Harry for doing that type of magic?" Elphias asked in a baffled tone. "It's ridiculous!"
"The Dursley's are obsessed of being normal and don't want nothing to do with magic," Lily explained, narrowing her eyes. "So, it wouldn't be a surprised if they punished Harry for doing magic, despite it makes me angry."
Another time a strange thing happened was when Aunt Petunia tried to force Harry into wearing an old sweater of Dudley's. The color of it was brown with orange puff balls. The harder she pulled, the smaller the sweater become, until it was at the point that it could fit into a person's hand, but not Harry. Aunt Petunia decided the sweater must've shrunk in the wash and to Harry's great relief, he wasn't punished.
"Well, that's good to hear," Dedalus stated with a small smile on his face.
On the other hand, Harry had gotten into terrible trouble for being found on the roof of the school kitchens. Dudley's gang had been chasing him when he was suddenly there on the roof, much to Harry's and anyone else's surprised. The Dursleys had receive a very angry letter from Harry's headmistress telling them Harry had been climbing school buildings, but all he'd tried to do – he had shouted at Uncle Vernon through the lock door of his cupboard – was jump behind the big trash cans outside the kitchen doors. Harry supposed the wind must've caught him in mid-jump.
"D-did Harry just Apparate on the school roof?" Filius asked in disbelief, as he stared at the book in shock, along with everyone else. Even Dumbledore was shock that a ten year old boy was able to Apparate. "That's amazing! I had never heard a kid Apparating at a young age."
"Good heavens," Minerva breathed out, eyes wide as dinner plates. "This boy could be a prodigy if he inherited those abilities at a young age."
"Maybe, if only he was raised in the world he was supposed to be in," Lily said with a bit of snide her voice.
"Lily, you know as well as I do that if Harry stayed in the Magical World, he would be corrupted by his fame," Dumbledore said, starting to get tired of the woman's attitude. Why can she let it go? "It was better for Harry to grow up away from his fame until he's ready."
Lily didn't say anything back but merely sent the old man a look.
But today, nothing could go wrong on this trip. It was worth being with Dudley and Piers to spend the day somewhere that wasn't school, his cupboard or Mrs. Figg's cabbage-smelling house.
While he drove to the zoo, Uncle Vernon was complaining to Aunt Petunia. He liked to complain a lot of things, which are people at work, Harry, the council, Harry, the bank and Harry. One of his favorite subjects to complain about was Harry since he always does something that makes the older man talk smack about him.
"Hey, Marlene, doesn't those complains remind me of a certain someone when we were back in school?" Alice asked with a sly smirk. "Someone who always say the same thing over and over again?"
Marlene was confused from what Alice said at first, but after rethinking the sentence she heard in her mind and thinking about the last part, she quickly understood and gain a sly smirk as well. "Indeed, Alice, and the certain someone is currently sitting in this room, right next to a man with black hair and glasses."
'Don't compare me to that man, guys!' Lily thought with an inward shudder, not only aware of the stares she was getting, but knowing fully well of what Alice was talking about. She was talking about all the times she, Lily, complained during their time in Hogwarts, which were bullies, James, Petunia's attitude, James, bigot Slytherins and James. One of the topics the red-hair woman always complained about was James since he does stuff that gets on her nerves, with one of them bullying her former friend, Severus Snape.
Thinking about her former friend caused Lily to gain a sad look in her eyes. She didn't mean to cut ties with him after the incident in their fifth year, but she had been so angry of being called that dreadful word the bigot Slytherins used against Muggle-born students that she didn't listen to Snape's pleas of forgiveness. Even to this day, Lily was regretting of not listening to her former friend.
Seeing Lily was ignoring the stares everyone was giving her, Andromeda turned her attention back towards the book and resumed reading, which brought back everyone's attention.
This morning, however, Uncle Vernon was complaining about motorcycles.
"The young hoodlums are riding on those things like maniacs," Uncle Vernon said as a motorcycle drove past his car.
"I had a dream about a motorcycle," Harry said, suddenly remembering the dream he had this morning. "It was flying."
"Oh, Harry," Emmeline said with a small sigh. "You shouldn't said that."
Uncle Vernon nearly crashed the car in front of him as he came to a stop at a traffic light. He turned around in his seat to stare at Harry and yelled, "MOTORCYCLES DON'T FLY!"
"Mines does!" Sirius exclaimed defensively, only to flush red in embarrassment when he realized he was talking to a book.
Dudley and Piers snickered.
"I know they don't," Harry said, trying to calm Uncle Vernon. "It was only a dream."
But Harry wished he didn't say anything. If there was one thing the Dursleys hated than him asking questions, it was him talking about something that doesn't exist, no matter if it was a dream or a cartoon. They seemed to think he was getting dangerous ideas.
The Marauders and the Prewett twins had wide grins on their faces when they heard dangerous ideas. They like dangerous ideas.
It was a very sunny Saturday, and the zoo was crowded with families. The Dursleys bought Dudley and Piers large, chocolate ice creams and a cheap, lemon-flavored ice pop for Harry at the entrance of the zoo. They didn't want to buy something for him since they were planning to make sure he stayed out of sight, but the Dursleys had no choice because the smiling lady who ran the ice cream van noticed Harry and asked what he wanted.
'This ice pop tastes good,' Harry thought, licking the ice pop as he, along with his relatives and Piers, watched a gorilla scratching its head. It greatly resembles like Dudley, except it wasn't blond.
Narcissa was going to ask Andromeda what a gorilla was but decided against it since she doesn't want to embarrassed herself.
Harry had the best morning he ever had in a long time. He was careful to walk a bit away, apart from the Dursleys who was keeping a sharp eye on him, so that Dudley and Piers, who were starting to get bored with the animals, wouldn't fall back on their favorite hobby of hitting him. They ate at the zoo restaurant and when Dudley had thrown a tantrum about his knickerbocker glory didn't have enough ice cream at the top, Uncle Vernon bought him another one and Harry was allowed to finish the one Dudley previously had.
As Harry finished eating the knickerbocker glory, he felt this day was too good to last.
"And there it is, ladies and gentlemen!" James suddenly exclaimed, startling everyone. "That's the jinx of trouble going to find Harry!"
After lunch, Harry, the Dursleys and Piers head towards the reptile house. It was cool and dark in there with lit windows on the walls. Behind the glass, all sorts of lizards and snakes were crawling or slithering over bits of wood and stone. Dudley and Piers wanted to see huge, poisonous cobras and thick, man-crushing pythons since they were dangerous and fascinating.
"Why do children want to see huge animals that are dangerous instead of the cute animals like cats?" Marlene asked, frowning at the fact people like dangerous animals instead of cute animals. In her mind, cute animals are the best.
"Because they're midgets, Marlene," James replied in an obvious voice, earning snorts of laughter from everyone in the room.
'I shouldn't say anything,' Marlene thought with an inward tired sigh. Why does James have to make everyone as a joke? Will it kill him to answer a question in a proper way?
Dudley quickly found the largest snake in the zoo, and it was, without a doubt, huge. Its glistening, brown coil body was long and smooth that it could wrapped around Uncle Vernon's car two times before crushing it into a tin can. But it didn't seem to be in the mood. In fact, the snake was currently asleep with the body coiled.
Dudley pressed his nose against the glass as he, Harry, Piers and the Dursleys stared at the sleeping snake. It didn't take him long to become very bored from staring at the sleeping snake. It was supposed to do something amazing, not sleeping.
"Make it move," Dudley moaned at his father. Uncle Vernon tapped on the glass, but the snake didn't budge from its sleep.
"Don't interrupt a snake's nap time, you stupid child!" Narcissa exclaimed, startling everyone once again. "Why does people like messing with the snakes when they're sleeping? I don't understand."
"Well, that's because snakes are-" James started to say.
"Oh, shut up, Potter, I don't want to listen to your stupid bigoty. Andi, please continued reading."
"Do it again," Dudley ordered, not taking his eyes off the snake. Uncle Vernon rapped the glass smartly with his fingers, but the snake just snoozed on. "This is boring." Dudley let out a moan before shuffling away with his parents and friend.
"The snake is not boring, Muggle, you are boring," Narcissa said, defending the snake.
"Cissy, please," Andromeda said with a small groan. "We're trying to get through the chapter, not spent time talking about a Muggle who thinks snakes are boring."
"Sorry, Andi." Narcissa's face flushed red in embarrassment.
Andromeda gave her younger sister a nod before she continued reading.
Harry gave the Dursleys and Piers a hidden glare before moving in front of the tank and stared intently at the snake. He wouldn't be surprised if it'd died of boredom with no company, except stupid people drumming their fingers on the glass all day just to disturb the snake. It was worse than living in a cupboard as room because the only visitor you would get is Aunt Petunia hammering on the door to wake you up. The only good thing Harry had, unlike the snake, was that he can visit around the house.
"That's actually quite sharp of Harry to think about that," Filius stated, impressed with Harry's observations, even though he felt a surge of anger when the book mentioned the cupboard.
"Indeed," Moody seconded, also impressed. The boy was becoming very interesting to the Auror, and he was considering taking him under his wing when the war is over.
As Harry continued to stare intently at the snake, it suddenly opened its eyes, which were beady, and slowly raised its head up until it was leveled with Harry's eyes. And then, after a moment of staring at each other, the snake winked.
"Wait, what?" Everyone, including Narcissa, blinked their eyes a few times to try understanding what they just heard. "What did the snake just do?"
"It winked," Andromeda replied, re-reading the sentence again. "The snake winked."
"Snakes don't wink, Andi," Sirius said, stating the most obvious fact.
"Well, it apparently did, Sirius, and I'm not sure why."
"Maybe the answer to our question is in the book," Dumbledore suggested, gesturing to the book in Andromeda's hands. He had a very great suspicion as to why the snake was able to wink, but hope it wasn't true.
Harry stared, not quite understanding what the snake just did. But once the realization kicked in, he quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching and to his relief, they weren't. They were just looking at the different reptiles. Harry turned back to the snake and winked as well.
"Ok, my son has officially lost it," James stated, shaking his head in disbelief of what Harry was doing.
"James, I think he was doing it just to be nice or something," Alice said with a bit of scold in her voice. "Don't judge him."
"I'm not judging him, Alice, I just don't understand as to why he's winking at a snake of all things."
"Well, what animal do you want him to wink at, James? A Manticore?" Andromeda challenged, looking straight at James's hazel eyes, daring him to argue back at her.
"You know, I think a snake is good animal to wink at," James said after a few moments of silence, almost looking in pain from saying those words.
Feeling satisfied at James's answer, Andromeda resumed reading.
The snake jerked its head towards Uncle Vernon and Dudley before raising its eyes to the ceiling. It gave Harry a look that said quite plainly, "I get that all the time."
'So, my suspicions were right,' Dumbledore thought, closing his eyes. 'Harry has inherited the same ability Tom has when he was born. But how? How can Harry be a Parselmouth? Could it be the scar on his forehead? That's the only theory I can think of because I'm not sure what else can make Harry speak Parseltongue.'
"I know," Harry murmured through the glass, though he wasn't sure if the snake can hear him. "It must be really annoying to deal with stupid people, right?"
"Sweet Merlin! Harry's a Parselmouth like You-Know-Who!" Emmeline exclaimed with a shock gasp, as she stared at the book in Andromeda's hands with wide eyes.
There was once again a stunned silence in the Room of Requirement, but unlike the horrified silence, this silence was a disbelief one. How was this possible? How was Harry Potter a Parselmouth? Parselmouths are very rare because it has been many years since someone was able to speak the ability – the person who invented the ability to talk to snakes was Salazar Slytherin, one of the four Hogwarts Founders – and the only person who can speak to snakes at this time of era was Lord Voldemort.
However, what stunned everyone the most, including a shell-shock James, is that it can't be possible for a Potter to gain Parselmouth. The Potter's were a very old family that has served the Light fraction for thirteen generations and haven't interacted with Dark magic…so how was it possible for Harry to become a Parselmouth?
Apparently, James had decided to voice the question out after recovering from his shocked state. "H-h-how? How can my son be able to talk to snakes? It's impossible. I don't have the ability and neither does Li-flower." It was true, he does not have the ability and neither does his wife who was still looking shocked that her son can talk to snakes.
"Well, the ability had to come from somewhere because not everyone can speak Parseltongue," Remus stated, trying to figure out how Harry can speak Parseltongue.
"What do you think, Albus?" Sirius asked, turning towards his former headmaster with hope in his eyes. "Do you have any idea why Harry is able to speak to snakes?"
"I'm afraid I don't have the answer, Sirius," Dumbledore replied with a frown on his face, obviously stumped that he didn't find an answer. "There are many possible theories as to why Harry can speak Parseltongue, but the only theory I can come up with is the scar on his forehead."
"You think a scar is the reason why Potter is able to speak Parseltongue, Albus?" Moody incredulously asked, wondering how a scar of all things can make a person speak Parseltongue.
"Remember in the previous chapter, Alastor? About Voldemort struck Harry? It has to be the reason why he can talk to snakes, but like I said, it's a possible theory."
'Idiots, the whole lot of them, except my sister and niece,' Narcissa thought, sending everyone a hidden look of distaste. 'Don't they know Parseltongue comes from the Black family and Harry inherited the said ability because of his grandmother, Dorea Potter nee Black?' She, like everyone else, was shocked Harry was able to speak Parseltongue like the Dark Lord, but once the shock wore off, she quickly began running scenarios in her head to figure out how he can speak the ability.
The first scenario was what Dumbledore said, but Narcissa immediately brushed it off. A scar? That was very stupid and ridiculous. A scar cannot be a reason why someone can speak Parseltongue. That scenario was out the door.
The second scenario was Harry being a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, but like the first scenario, it was brushed off. Narcissa couldn't see Harry being related to the great Salazar Slytherin since the current Heir of Slytherin was Lord Voldemort. There was also the fact he was going to join Gryffindor like his parents when he goes to Hogwarts, so the second scenario was out.
The third and final scenario was Harry being related to the Black family. That scenario had to be true because there had been a few Blacks speaking Parseltongue in the past and they left notes and books for the new generation of Parselmouths to learn about the very rare ability. However, only Blacks or people who related to the Blacks can read the notes and books; anyone who tries to read will suffered very nasty curses.
Narcissa was going to make sure Harry will know much about Parseltongue and used its ability for dueling when he's born. There was no point of using the ability to understand and talk to snakes. Not only it would be boring, but a huge waste of an ability. No, it's best used for dueling.
"We can discuss about this later," Filius stated, getting everyone's attention. "Right now, let's get through to this chapter. How many pages are left, Mrs. Tonks?"
Andromeda got out of her shock state and checked the pages in the book. "Only this page and two more."
"Okay, so let's finished this chapter so that we can move on."
Nodding her head, Andromeda began reading the book again.
The snake nodded vigorously, agreeing what Harry said.
"Where do you come from, anyway?" Harry asked, wondering where the snake came from.
"At least, Harry has good manners," Dorcas stated, trying to lighten up the shocked atmosphere. It worked, everyone let out a snicker.
The snake jabbed its tail at a small sign next to the glass, causing Harry to peer at it. Boa Constrictor, Brazil.
"Was it nice being there?" Harry asked, turning back to the snake. The snake jabbed its tail at the sign again and Harry read on: This specimen was bred in the zoo. "Oh, I see, so you've never been to Brazil, have you?"
As the snake shook its head in negative, a deafening shout from behind made the snake and Harry jumped. "DUDLEY! MR. DURSLEY! COME AND LOOK AT THIS SNAKE! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT IT'S DOING!"
"So much to enjoy a conversation with a snake," Narcissa said with a disappointed sigh, earning odd looks from everyone, including Andromeda. "What? I'm a Slytherin. I always wanted to know what a conversation with a snake will be. I'm not counting the times when I see the Dark Lord speak to his snake."
Shaking her head at her sister's weird antics, Andromeda resumed reading.
Dudley, who had been looking at another reptile tank with his parents, came waddling towards the previous boa constrictor's tank as fast as possible. Piers was already there, looking at the snake in awe.
"Out of the way, you," Dudley said, punching Harry in the ribs. Caught by surprised, Harry fell hard on the concrete floor.
"HEY!" Everyone shouted, outrage of what Dudley just did to Harry.
"DON'T HIT HARRY, MUGGLE!" Hagrid roared, his voice booming in the Room of Requirement.
"HOW DARE HE PUNCHED MY SON?!" Lily screamed, releasing waves of magic off her body. No one hits her son and gets away with it!
"ENOUGH!" Dumbledore took out his wand and released a mighty bang that ceased all shouts. "Enough of this! We are grown adults and shouldn't act like spoiled children! Yes, we're angry for what Dudley did to Harry, but there was no need to shout about it or make threats."
"But Albus," Everyone, baring Nymphadora and Narcissa, tried to say.
"No buts." Dumbledore's voice was firm. "Let's all take a deep breath and calm down." Since everyone didn't want to disappoint Dumbledore, they all took a deep breath and calmed down. "Good, now let's continued reading."
What happened next was so fast no one even saw how it. One moment, Dudley and Piers were leaning right up close at the glass to see the snake, then they were leaping backwards with howls of horror.
Everyone became concerned of that. What happened that caused the two bullies to leap back and become scared? Despite everyone becoming angry, they didn't want anything to harm the children.
Wondering why Dudley and Piers were suddenly scared, Harry got up from the floor, looked at boa constrictor's tank and gasped from what he was seeing. The glass front to the tank that was keeping the snake in it from escaping had vanished and the said snake was rapidly uncoiling itself to get out before it becomes trapped. The snake slithered onto the ground and people throughout the reptile house screamed as they began running to the exits.
Everyone in the Room of Requirement let out gasps of shock or surprised from what Harry just did, though some people were laughing loudly.
"So, that is what the chapter meant," Ted breathed out, memories of the chapter title coming back to him. "It was talking about a glass vanishing."
"But how is that possible?" Minerva asked with wide eyes. "Vanishing Spells are the hardest spells to learn since they required concentration and power. If anyone tries to do it without guidance, it could lead to volatile results." One of the things she learned during her time at Hogwarts was that you never try Vanishing Spells without a teacher near you.
"What Minerva said was true," Dumbledore said with a slight grim look on his face. "Vanishing Spells are the hardest spells to learned. Without guidance, the caster could harm itself or a person nearby."
"Dumbledore, as much as we want to learn about the history of Vanishing Spells, we have more important things we want to know," Sirius said, feeling annoyed that the two professors are talking about spells instead of giving the answer. It's almost as if he was back in school. "And one of them is about the vanishing glass. How is it possible for Harry to do that?"
"I believe I can answer your question, Mr. Black," Filius replied, getting Sirius's attention. "The reason why Harry was able to vanish the glass was because of his magic reacting out. When Dudley punched him, he felt surprised and instinctively called out his magic to protect him. All children can do that when they feel scared, angry or any type of emotion."
"So, it was accidental magic that made the glass vanish, not the spell itself?"
"Yes, that is my explanation."
"Okay," Sirius said, feeling satisfied and leaned back in his spot.
As the snake slid swiftly past him, Harry could have sworn he heard it speaking in a low, hiss tone. "Brazil, here I come…thanksss, amigo…"
Everyone felt a wave of amazement, yet wary, from hearing the snake talk. It wasn't everyday you get hear a snake talk.
The keeper of the reptile house was in shock. "The glass," He kept saying, trying to figure out what happened to the glass front. "Where did the glass go?"
The zoo director himself, shocked of what happened in the reptile house, made Aunt Petunia a cup of strong, sweat tea as he apologized over and over again. Piers and Dudley could only gibber in fear. As far as Harry had seen, the snake didn't harm anyone, except snap playfully at their heels as it passed, but when everyone got back to the car, Dudley was telling his parents how the snake nearly bit his leg off, while Piers was swearing it had tried to squeeze him to death.
But worst of all, for Harry at least, was Piers calming down to say, "Harry was talking to the snake, weren't you, Harry?"
"That little rat!" James and Frank exclaimed at the same time. "Selling out Harry just to ruin his fun!"
"I don't like what Mr. Dursley is going to do to Harry when they get home," Lily stated in a very worried tone, making everyone become extremely tense.
"If Dursley does something that harms Harry, Mrs. Potter, I'll assemble a team of Aurors to arrest him for child abuse," Moody said, mentally writing a list of things to arrest the Dursley's.
Both James and Lily sent the Auror a gratitude look, glad someone was willingly to help their son.
Uncle Vernon waited until Piers was safely out of the house with his frantic mother before rounding on Harry. He was so angry he could hardly speak out a sentence. "Go – cupboard – stay – no meals," He managed to say before collapsing onto a chair. Aunt Petunia ran into the kitchen to get him a large brandy.
"Well, at least Harry wasn't beaten," Filius said, looking relieved Harry wasn't physically harmed, even though his face was flushed with redness.
"But if the Dursley's had been beaten him for ten years, Professor?" Lily asked, wanting nothing more than to go find the Dursley's and harmed them.
"My dear girl, if the Dursley's had harmed him, we would make sure he gets the proper check up with Poppy. She can help any abused students that comes to Hogwarts."
'For your sake, Professor, I hope so,' Lily thought, sending her former teacher a look. 'Otherwise, I'm leaving this country. No way I'm staying in a country that gladly dumps kids on doorsteps or doesn't help abused children.'
Harry lay in his dark cupboard much later, wishing he had a watch. He didn't know what time it was, and he couldn't be sure if the Dursleys were asleep. Until they were, he couldn't risk sneaking into the kitchen for some food.
'Thank Merlin that a trait of mine has been passed on,' James thought with a small smile on his face, even though he was sad Harry used the said trait for survival.
For as long as Harry can remember, he had lived with the Dursleys for ten years, ten miserable years, ever since he had been a baby and his parents died in a car crash. He couldn't remember being in the car when his parents died. Sometimes, when he strained his memory during long hours in his cupboard, he came up with a strange vision: A blinding flash of green light and a burning pain on his forehead.
There was a deathly silence in the Room of Requirement, everyone couldn't form words at all from what they just heard in the book. Harry can remember James's and Lily's death? How was that possible? No child should ever remember that.
"H-h-How?" Minerva breathed out, placing a hand over her mouth. "How can Harry remember the death of his parent's?"
"A person's mind is a curious thing," Dumbledore said quietly, a look of deep sadness on his face. "As we grow up, we tend to forget our childhood memories, but there are some people who still remember their childhood memories, even memories when they were infants. I would say Harry has inherited an ability that lets him remembers events no one can remember."
The women were crying softly and being consoled by their loved ones, with Narcissa hugging her niece tightly, while some of the men who weren't dating were having their own private moments.
After ten minutes of crying and being consoled, everyone was now ready to begin listening to the book.
This, Harry supposed, was the crash, but he couldn't imagine where the green light came from. He couldn't remember his parents at all. His aunt and uncle never talk about them, never told him what their names were, and he was, of course, forbidden to ask questions. There were even no photographs about them in the house.
'ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!' Sirius roared in his mind, angry beyond belief from what he heard. 'HARRY DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HIS PARENTS LOOK LIKE?! NOT EVEN THEIR NAMES?! WHAT KIND OF CRUEL PEOPLE DOESN'T TELL THEIR NEPHEW'S ABOUT THEIR PARENTS!? I'M GOING TO KILL THOSE BASTARDS!'
When he had been younger, Harry dreamed of some unknown relation coming to take him away, but it had never happened; the Dursleys were his only family and there was no place for him to go. But sometimes, he had thought the strangers in the street seemed to know him and that gave him a flutter of hope, even though these strangers were very strange.
Everyone immediately knew what Harry was talking about. He was talking about their kind that goes around in the Muggle World. But how was that possible? How can their kind know what Harry looks like when they never met him before?
A tiny man in a violet top had bowed to Harry once in a shop when he was shopping with Aunt Petunia and Dudley. After asking Harry furiously if he knew the man, Aunt Petunia dragged him and Dudley out of the store without buying anything. A wild-looking old woman had waved merrily at him on a bus. A bald man in a very long purple cloak had actually shaken his hand in the street the other day before walking away without a word. The weirdest thing about these people was whenever Harry tries to get a closer look, they seemed to vanish.
Lily sent a fierce glare at the three people who matched the description in the book, which were Dedalus, Elphias and Emmeline, all three flinching at the glare. "What were you three thinking of doing those things?!"
"We don't know!" The three culprits exclaimed, trying to calm down the woman. "We must have a good reason why we were doing those things!"
"You better or you three are going to meet the end of my hexes! And these ones will harm you!"
At school, Harry had no one. Everybody knew Dudley's gang hated that odd Harry Potter kid in his old clothes and broken glasses…and nobody liked to disagree with Dudley's gang.
"That's the end of the chapter," Andromeda said after reading the final sentence. She shut the book with a snap and set it a bit force on the table. It was clear she was traumatized from reading the chapter.
Andromeda wasn't the only one traumatized. Everyone in the room was, including Moody, and they were angry, sad, shocked and tensed. If anyone was to enter the Room of Requirement, they would've been completely baffled at the dark atmosphere.
"Since everyone is traumatized from listening to this chapter, why don't we take a snack break?" Dumbledore asked, hoping having food will be enough to calm everyone down. "Once we calm down from eating, we'll read the book again."
Everyone was going to say they don't need to eat food since they wanted to talk about Harry's Parseltongue ability when their stomachs let out a growl, making them greatly embarrassed. Grumbling a bit, everyone stood up and made their way towards the refrigerator, intending to eat something and talk about what they learned in this chapter.
I did say that I was going to pull out the biggest reaction for the Parseltongue ability in the previous part one chapter, and I stayed true to my word. Here it was, the biggest reaction. This is probably the biggest reaction I've wrote, even though it's not the return of Voldemort, the Potter's real traitor or the Horcrux. (I can't wait to write those reactions in books 3, 4 and 6)
I'm sorry this part chapter took longer to finished because it was tiring me out and making me stressed. It didn't help I had to go back and forth between the book and writing it out on my pc. Before you all say there is a way to translate the words onto the document without typing it in, please know it doesn't work well because the words become messed up and I wasn't going to spend all my time rewriting words.
But anyways, I got the chapter done and I hope you guys enjoyed it.
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