Author: CrookshanksStory: A Traitor in Their Midst Chapter: Chapter 1: A Dormouse, An invisible building and LOTS of red hair
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Disclaimer: The quote ‘Do you believe in enchanted places,’ comes from
Jerry Spinnelli’s Stargirl
Disclaimer:The quote ‘Do
you believe in enchanted places,’ comes from Jerry Spinnelli’s Stargirl.All the characters belong to J.K, except for Jenny and all the other
kids, but since they’re the children of her characters, I guess they belong to
Wonderland belongs to Lewis Carroll.Yeah, the chapters are kind of short, but oh well.
Thanks to my beta-reader Arabella!
A Traitor in Their Midst
Chapter 1:A Dormouse, An invisible building and LOTS of
‘Do you believe in enchanted places?’
‘I… suppose I do.Why?’
Jenny smiled coyly at her mum.‘No reason.Just wondering.’
Her mother changed the subject abruptly.‘Jenny, have you finished your summer
‘I’m NEARLY done.Alice in Wonderland is a really long
‘Go finish.You only have a
month left until school starts up again.’
‘A month is a long time.Can’t I finish it later?I want
to go outside.It’s lovely out today!’
‘No.’Her mother said
firmly.Jenny flashed her mother an
exasperated look, and slumped away into her bedroom, shutting the door rather
harder than needed.
Hermione amused herself for a moment thinking of Jenny in a big
family of seven children, all boys except for her, and—she didn’t want to think
of that.It reminded her of Him too much.But she couldn’t help wondering… what would
it have been like if he hadn’t been arrested?Hermione could see many of His
traits in her.Not that it wasn’t a good
thing.Jenny had inherited her hair, but
his freckles.Her nose, but his teeth
(thankfully).Jenny’s hair was his c!
olor too.Flaming red.
Hermione gazed out the window as she thought all this, but for a
strange reason, perhaps it was because she was so deep in thought, she seemed
to miss the large brown owl that swept past.
a table set under a tree in front of the house, and the March Hare and the
Hatter were having tea at it; a Dormouse was sitting between them, fast asleep,
and the other two were using it as a cushion, resting their elbows on it, and
talking over it’s head.‘Very uncomfortable
for the Dormouse,’ thought Alice, ‘only, as it’s asleep, I suppose it doesn’t mind.’
was a large one, but the three were all gathered together at the corner of
it.‘No room!No room!’ they cried out when the saw Alice coming.
PLENTY of room!’ said Alice indignantly, and she sat down in a large armchair at one end of
‘Oh…’ Jenny groaned, looking up from the book.‘I suppose mum won’t mind if I go outside for
a bit…’ she stood up and lifted the glass window up, struggling under its
weight.‘… Just to get my brain going.’
She ducked her head under the window frame, and hoisted herself
onto the shingled roof.
‘It really is lovely outside.’Jenny thought, looking down at the view of London.Toy cars zoomed around making putting noises,
and tiny ants littered the streets.
Jenny was not practical like her mum.She did not always read books like her
mum.And she certainly did not think of
things the same way as her mum.She
liked to have her own adventures.Her
mum liked her to be… well—like her.Jenny wondered if she was like her
father.Shehad never met him.And whenever she’d asked her mum about him,
she’d always pretend she couldn’t hear.Her mum never called him by his proper ! name when she did talk about
him, but would simply refer to him as ‘Him.’Jenny didn’t even know his name.
Her birthday was tomorrow.She would be eleven years old.Once the summer ended she would be off to a school not far from her
house, called St. Margret’s.Jenny
really didn’t want to go to this school.It sounded very unexciting.
Jenny’s mind slipped away to the enchanted place.She thought of it and thought of it until she
could no longer bear to keep this wonderful place to herself.But who would she tell?Not her mum—she would forbid Jenny to go
there anymore.She wouldn’t think it was
safe.Not any of the girls at
school—they didn’t like Jenny at all, and Jenny didn’t exactly like them
either.Not anyone who she couldn’t
trust.The answer struck her like
lightning—Jack!Of course, her only friend,
why had it taken her so! long to figure that out?
‘Oh, hello Jen.Hold on a
moment.’Mrs. Caraway turned her back to
Jenny and shrieked up the stairs, ‘JACK!JENNY’S HERE!COME DOWN STAIRS!’
Jack appeared at the door a moment later looking flushed and
‘Hey.’Jenny replied.‘Mrs. Caraway, may Jack please come to the
park with me?’
‘Sure… Jack, take you coat.And don’t cause any trouble!’she
called at their retreating backs.Jenny
turned and gave a little wave before she and Jack rounded a corner.
‘So,’ he started, once they were out of earshot, ‘What do you want
to show me?’His blond hair glistened in
‘Well, I found this really neat place yesterday next to the book
Jack puzzled over these words.‘What d’you mean?There’s nothing
next to the book store.Are you talking
about the one on Highland Road?’
Jenny nodded slowly, narrowing her eyes.‘I’m sure I saw it.But I never noticed it before.It just sort of… appeared there.And it was like no one else could see
it.They all passed it without a
They approached the wooden building, and Jack looked around
‘Well, here it is.Let’s go
inside.I think it’s some kind of pub,
cautiously, ‘There’s nothing here.Just
some weeds and a wall.’
‘What are you talking about?!’Jenny said, panicking.‘It’s
right here, in front of us!Don’t you
Jack shook his head.‘Jenny,’ he repeated quietly, ‘There isn’t anything here.Are you all right?’
Jenny threw her hands up.‘Of COURSE I’m all right!You
must think I’m mad, but I see it!’then,
much more quietly, she said, ‘Please tell me you see it.’
‘I… don’t.’he said worriedly.
Jenny stayed awake late into the night.That was how she lost friends—everyone
thinking she was strange.But she had
touched the building.It was real.She had felt the splintered wood against her
fingers.But why couldn’t Jack see
it?Was she crazy? Some of these
questions she would never answer.Around
decided never to! go back to the enchanted place.She would never think of it again.
‘Can I go outside?’
‘I don’t know, can you?’Jenny
hated it when her mum corrected her grammar.
‘Mum!’Her mum chuckled.
‘Where will you go?’
‘Behind the house.Where
the trees are.’
‘I suppose you can go outside… though I can’t understand why, it’s
terribly wet from last night’s rain.’
Jenny loved going outside right after it rained.Everything seemed fresh and new, and
everything had a clean smell to it.
The trees tingled with tiny droplets of water that jingled every
time you shook them.The sound was
musical and magical at the same time.
that?’Jenny thought, hurrying over to
where the noise had erupted from.She
poked her head around the bush, and—
‘Ohhhh…’Jenny gasped as
the owl got gingerly to its feet.She
crouched down and pushed her hair behind her ears.The owl was snowy white—It sure didn’t come
from England.The owl’s eyes suddenly lit up, and it lifted
it’s talon and let loose an envelope made of yellow paper.Jenny held her breath when she saw that the
letter was addressed to her.How curiou!
s, an owl delivering a letter.Her hand
trembled as she retrieved the letter within.As she read, Jenny couldn’t help letting out the delighted squeal that
‘Yes?’ Jenny’s mother seemed alarmed.
‘Mummy, I’m a witch!’Why
did her mum just turn white?Was she
scared of witches, or something?
‘Don’t be silly…’her mum
croaked, ‘There are no such things.’
‘Yes there IS Mummy, look!’Jenny thrust the letter into her mum’s trembling hand.If possible, her mum became even paler.‘Are you okay, Mummy?’
‘Y-yes.I j-j-just want to
k-know where you got this from.’Jenny’s
mother said shakily.
‘I found an owl outside, and it gave me this.When can we go to buy my school
‘We can’t!I-I mean not
today.How about next week?’Why was she acting so strangely?
‘Please can’t we go
‘Oh, all right.I don’t
want to argue.’
I got you today when my mum and I
went to Diagon Alley.I didn’t even know
I was a witch until this morning!I’ll
miss Jack Caraway, though.He was the
only friend I ever had.I’m so exited
I’m going to Hogwarts!I don’t think I
can wait all month!
me get loads of books today.Textbooks.Well, actually, she
got me this one book that’s got a THOUSAND pages in it.It’s called Hogwarts a
History.I haven’t started reading it yet.Mum said it was a really good book.I asked her how she knew that.She said she asked the manager of the store.I reminded her that the manager ha! d been
talking to someone else and we had gone straight to the sections without any
help.She told me to shut up.
the enchanted place?That’s the way into
Diagon Alley!The reason why only I
could see it and Jack couldn’t was because muggles can’t see it.Muggles are people who can’t do magic.But my mum could see it.I think she’s a witch too.And that’s why she knew about that book.But if she is a witch, why did she leave the
Wizarding world?Maybe this has
something to do with why I never met my dad!Maybe he—oh, nev! er mind.
really much wanted a diary, but I figured I might need one now so I can
remember what happens at Hogwarts everyday.
Jenny couldn’t shut her trunk.There were simply WAY too many books crammed into it.Out of frustration, Jenny booted her
disobeying trunk, which resulted in her yelping in pain and clutching her
‘Owwww!’she groaned loudly
as she tore off her shoe and rubbed her throbbing toe.Jenny thrust herself onto the trunk, and that
was how her mum found her a half hour later, and she hadn’t made much progress.
‘I can see you love your trunk, but—‘her mother dodged playfully out of Jenny’s
reach, as Jenny took a swipe at her.‘—the train leaves in less than an hour, and we’ve got to leave for
platform nine and three-quarters.’
‘How… how did you know about Platform nine and
three-quarters?I haven’t showed you my
‘Oh, I—‘her mother began
to look nervous again.‘I read it when
you weren’t looking.I’m sorry.’
‘But you couldn’t have,’Jenny began slowly, ‘It was at the bottom of my trunk…’
Her mum patted Jenny’s trunk.‘Hurry up and finish packing.’
Why does she never answer my questions?Jenny thought bitterly.
‘Come on, keep up!Ben,
stop pulling Samantha’s hair!Try to
keep a straight line!’
‘GEORGE!Don’t you DARE
give Tommy that dungbomb!’
‘John and Sarah—don’t listen to your dad—DON’T BLOW UP ANY
TOILETS!Fred!Stop winking at them like that!’
w-want T-T-Tory to leave m-me!!!!!!!!!’
The largest group of red-heads Jenny had ever seen in her entire
life made an extremely loud racket as some of the kids boarded the train.They must all be related, Jenny thought, they
all look exactly the same!
Her mum seemed to have noticed them too, and she pulled Jenny
sharply behind a column where they could not be seen.
‘Muuum!’Jenny cried.Her mother quickly covered Jenny’s mouth with
‘Hush!’her mum whispered,
glancing over her shoulder anxiously.‘Erm… Jenny, I’ve got to tell you something… but I can’t tell you now,
so—send me an owl to write you tonight.Okay?’
Jenny nodded and wished her mum would release her jaw—it was
getting really painful.
‘I’ll miss you, Mummy.’She
said when her mother let go.
‘I’ll miss you too, Jenny.’Her mum sighed and kissed Jenny on the forehead.‘I hope you make friends.’They hurried over to the train as the whistle
‘Bye!’came the chorus of
voices as the train began to inch slowly towards a new life for them all.And Jenny could see her mother crying.
Chapter 2:A Feared Lesson
Disclaimer:None of these
characters belong to me, they belong to J.K. Rowling.Well, Jenny belongs to me, but, you
know.She’s too brilliant, J.K. Rowling.
I used some parts of this chapter from PoA, so if they sound
familiar, that’s where they’re from.
And what would I do, without my beta-reader Arabella?Thank you!
What did you have to tell me before
I got on the train?You told me to write
you and send you an owl so you could write me back.
I made a
new friend.Her name is Tory
Weasley.She’s really nice.This is how we met:
sitting alone in a compartment and a boy came in.He looked like one of those red-haired people
we saw at the station.We introduced
each other and he said he had a cousin my age.His name was David Weasley and he’s in his fifth year.That means he’s fifteen, Mummy.I didn’t really bother to think how old
people here get, because I was mostly thinking about first years.But since there’s seven years we have to
spend at Hogwarts, we’re at least SEVENTEEN when we leave.
David ended up introducing me to all his cousins—and boy does he have a
lot!I counted nine, at least, but he
has more at home who either aren’t old enough to come here, or already
graduated.Do you want me to tell you
their names?That was a silly question
because I can’t here you.So I’ll tell
Ben, first of all.He’s in his third
year now.He’s exactly like David, and
all the Weasley boys look the same.
there’s his younger sister Samantha—but she hates being called by that name and
prefers Sam, because her father always calls her Samantha, and she gets tired
of it. Did you know their dad’s the
Minister of Magic?He’s the guy who is
in charge of the magical world in Britain.Wicked.Samantha’s in second
there’s his REALLY older brother Mavis, who left Hogwarts three years ago.
REALLY older sister Oona, who left Hogwarts last year.
there’s his older sister Carrie who is in sixth year;
sister Rachel who’s in her fifth year, she’s a twin to David;
younger sister Fay in fourth year;
And his older
brother Percy Jr. in seventh year.
big family.Their cousins (thankfully)
don’t have so many siblings.
family there is Tommy, and he’s an only child; Tommy is in his first year,
too.He is really mischievious, just
like his cousin, John.I think they’re
identical cousins—you can’t tell the difference between them.
John has a
sister named Sarah in second year, but she’s only half as sneaky as her
there’s Tory.She’s in her first year,
and so far, we’re pretty good friends.Tory has a three-year-old sister named Madison.
the Weasleys.There’s a really mean boy
in our year, though.I think his surname
is… Malfoy, or something.This is how WE
Tory and I
then left her cousins and sat alone in the compartment I was in before.Only, there was one other person in it.A sneering, silver-haired boy.He said to us,
look.I see it’s the Mudblood.The only one this year.Good thing Headmaster Snape didn’t let any
in—‘At this point, I had to grab Tory’s
robes so she couldn’t attack him.I was
confused, so I didn’t know what he called me.But Tory told me later what it meant, and it meant I had dirty blood!Isn’t that awful!Just because I’m of muggle heritage!‘—Wait!—‘He paused, ! as if thinking this over.‘That would mean… that you… aren’t a mudblood..’He seemed almost as bewildered as me
now.‘I—you CAN’T be a mudblood.’Tory practically spit at him, ‘What are you
talking about, you great prat!’It
wasn’t really a question.‘Well, look at
it this way,’ he began, sneering again, ‘If Professor Snape made a rule for no
mudbloods allowed, why would he allow this piece of filth to be dragged
in—‘Tory and I both lunged at him and
he later got up sporting a bloody nose.Tory said his name was… oh, now I remember!His name was Blake Malfoy. Stupid name,
think it’s fair at all not to let any muggle-borns in.They’re wizards and witches who have
non-magical parents.I wouldn’t work
here if I was the rest of the faculty.But Tory told me that work is hard to find these days, and this was
probably their last choice.Besides,
Snape was just appointed this year and the staff can’t all quit just because of
him, can they?
were sorted into houses by a hat!I got
into Gryffindor, which is for if you’re bold and brave.The hat said something strange, though.It said something like, ‘The truth will soon
unfold the past, and one person will guide you.’It was no surprise to me that Malfoy got in
Slytherin, which is for if you’re a slimey git, and you want all the power for
all the other Weasleys are in Gryffindor too.I’m afraid this letter is getting too long, so I’ll say goodbye
Harry looked around at the familiar faces.Of course he knew that at least half the
Gryffindors were Weasleys.He could spot
Ben and Samantha, Tommy and John were giving a fifth year a canary cream, Sarah
was chatting with her friend Melony, and Tory was talking to… someone he didn’t
recognize.She couldn’t be a
muggle-born, Snape had a strict rule about them… then who could she be?She was probably a first year, so he’d teach
her tomorrow, first class.She looked
like a Weasley, but… he didn’t think any Weasley had had a kid without him
knowing it… she certainly wasn’t Percy’s, not Fred’s or George’s, not Bill’s,
he only had Tory ! and Madison, Charlie didn’t have kids, and Ginny wasn’t
married, so… yes, he could spot out the bushy hair and Hermione’s features… no
WONDER she looked so much like a Weasley!Poor girl, she didn’t even know anything about the past—but he wasn’t
even sure if she was a Weasley.He
couldn’t just make inferences like that… well, he’d find out her name tomorrow
morning when he consulted his attendance list…
‘All right, settle down everyone, Tom, put that dungbomb away
NOW.’Harry always hated the first
lesson of the year.‘When I call your
name, tell me if you’re here or if you aren’t.Weasley, Tom?’
‘I’m not here, sir.’
‘Hilarious, aren’t you?Weasley, John?’
‘I’m not here either, sir, are you?’
‘If this keeps up, you’ll both end up in detention.’
The girl with the bushy red hair rose as Harry had expected.‘Here.’
‘Well, now that everyone except for Tom and John are here, we can
begin the lesson.You all look like a
bunch of bright students, so we’ll be working today on a third year level.Can anyone tell me what a boggart is?’Only one hand shot up into the air, and it
belonged to Jennifer.
‘A boggart is a shape-shifter,’ she said.‘It can the take shape of whatever it thinks
will frighten us most.’
‘Couldn’t have put it better myself.’
‘So, the boggart is all alone is the dark.What does it look like?’Once again, Jennifer’s hand was the one and
‘Nobody knows what they look like, do they?Because whenever someone is there to see it,
it’s in the form of their biggest fear.And it’s Jenny, Professor.’
beamed.‘Nobody knows.Perhaps when it’s alone, it assumes the form
of IT’S biggest fear.Maybe it’s just a
ball of smoke, or light?’Harry said, looking
around at his students.‘Boggarts are
very hard to find.You might find one
without even knowing it.Because, the
boggart would look like your biggest fear.That’s why you need to know how to defend yourself against them.Just last week, I f! ound one in the
classroom closet, right over here.And
it’s still there, so we can use it to practice.’
‘What’s your biggest fear, Professor?’Jeffrey looked exited and curious.
‘I’ll show you at the end of the lesson.But right now, the important thing is for you
all to learn.First of all, we have a
huge advantage over the boggart before we begin.Do you know it, Richard?’Richard had been showing his time-table to
Jeffrey, and when the Professor addressed him, his head snapped up immediately.
‘Try to listen next time.Anyone else?’Several hands shot
up this time.‘Christopher?’
‘Er—because they are so many of us, it won’t know what shape it
confused when more than one person is around him.The charm that repels a boggart is
laughter.You need to force the boggart
into a shape that you find amusing.The
charm is simple, yet it requires force of mind.
‘The incantation is Riddikulus.Can you all say that?’
‘Riddikulus.’ They said
said.‘Any volunteers? ‘
Only Jenny raised her hand, though she did look around nervously.
‘Jenny, what is your biggest fear?’Harry asked curiously, though he doubted he
needed to ask.After all, he suspected
that her parents were his best friends at school.He probably knew her better than all the
to squeak.Tom and John laughed, but
stopped quickly because no one else did.
Harry nodded, suddenly wondering what she would do to the
spider.‘Do you have in mind what you
are going to do?’
‘All right.Everyone, stand
back.And everyone, think what scares
you most so you’ll be ready when I call for you to come up.If everything goes right, we should be able
to finish off the boggart.You may
Jenny tentatively stepped forward and pulled open the door,
revealing a giant spider.Its great
hairy body towered over her, and Harry could here a great deal of sqeaks
escaping from her mouth.As the spider
advanced on her, clicking it’s pincers menacingly, quite a few people
screamed.But Jenny looked determined,
and bellowed, ‘Riddikulus!’There was a sound like a whip crack, and the
spider turned into a woman with the same bushy hair as Jenny.The woman was talking to Jenny, saying things
‘Have you finished you summer reading yet?School starts in just two months, you haven’t
got much time!’and, ‘Honestly.’And, ‘Eat your vegetables, don’t play with
them!’Laughter filled the room.Harry grinned.Hermione.
Tom stood up and continued to laugh as he stepped up to the
Out stepped a bloodstained, bandaged mummy; its sightless face was
turned to Tom and it began to walk very slowly, dragging it’s feet, it’s stiff
Crack!The mummy’s bandages unraveled,
and the rotted, skeletal body crumbled.
Where the mummy had been was a Chimaera.It’s snake tail hissed and spat.However, Richard did not seem scared.
Crack!The Chimaera’s tail fell off.
Crack!The Chimaera turned into a rat, which chased
it’s tail in a circle, then—crack!—became
a rattlesnake, which slithered and writhed before—crack!—becoming a single, bloody eyeball, which—crack!—became a lethifold, creeping
along toward the students.
‘It’s getting confused!’shouted Harry.‘Tory!’
The eyeball became a severed hand, which flipped over and began to
creep along the floor like a crab.
There was a snap, and the hand was trapped in a mousetrap.
Harry suddenly hurried forward.
The hand had vanished.In
it’s place stood a black-cloaked figure, with rotting, glistening hands,
slithering back beneath the cloak… a long, rattling breath from an unseen
mouth… then a cold so penetrating it felt like drowning…
Everyone was screaming, but that didn’t stop the familiar voices
in Harry’s head:
Harry, not Harry, Please not Harry!’
aside, you silly girl… stand aside, now…’
Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead---‘
His mum and Voldemort.
Numbing, swirling white mist was filling Harry’s brain… he
couldn’t see… he’d heard these voices before… he—
Harry opened his eyes.He
could feel a cold sweat on his forehead.‘Huh?’He murmered.He sat up, and saw that Jenny had fought off
the dementor, and Tory had woken him up.Everyone else looked more or less terrified.
‘Professor, are you alright?’Jenny asked, approaching him cautiously.
‘Erm… yeah.’He said,
rubbing his head.
‘You fainted.’Tom pointed
‘Yeah, just like this—‘John dramatically clutched his forehead, and fell backwards onto the
‘Thank you for pointing that out.’Harry muttered.‘Oh…’he glanced up at the clock, which showed it
was time for the next lesson, which for the Gryffindors, was a free
lesson.A good time to talk to
Jenny.‘Class dismissed.Jenny---could you stay here a moment?I need to talk to you about your excellent
skill in Defense Against the Dark Arts.’
Jenny beamed, and stayed behind, telling Tory that she’d meet her
in the common room.
‘Come sit, please.’Harry
beckoned toward his desk, and summoned a chair in front of it.
‘You did very well for your first class.Have you any experience with magic?’
‘No.I’m a Muggle-born.’
‘What’s your mother’s name?’
‘Her name is Hermione.Hermione Granger.’
Harry didn’t seem too surprised, but he couldn’t help holding his
‘Why do you ask, Professor?’
‘Erm… so I could address her when I send her a letter asking
permission for you to be in advanced Defense against the Dark Arts.’
Jenny’s face lit up.‘Oh,
thank you, Professor!Thank you so
‘You quite welcome.In case
you don’t know, the advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts class takes lessons
with the year above.So you’ll be taking
these classes with the second years.I’ll notify Professor Snape of it, and you will be handed out a new
time-table tomorrow at breakfast.
Jenny went back to the Gryffindor common room very satisfied with
Chapter 3:Calling Hermione
lovely characters belong to the Bloody Brilliant J.K. Rowling.
Thanks to Arabella for beta-reading!
Harry decided that night not to send a letter, but to call
Hermione on the telephone.After all,
she would probably be less shocked, and he did know how to use them. The only problem didn’t know her telephone
number.But he knew how to get it.All he would have to do was take a day off
and buy a telephone book in London, where Jenny said she lived.Now the problem was taking a day off. ! ;
Snape would never allow him.
It had been a week since his first lesson.He stopped doing boggarts and switched over
to red-caps.He couldn’t stand doing
boggarts again.It made him feel like he
Since it was a Saturday, his best chance of getting a day off was today.
Harry hesitated before knocking on Snape’s office door, hoping he
caught Snape in a good mood.
‘Good Morning, Professor.’
Snape grunted in reply.
‘Um, I was wondering if I could get a day off today?’Uh-oh, Harry thought, the bull was about to
‘YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST COME IN HERE AND DISTURB ME JUST SO YOU
CAN ASK IF YOU CAN GET THE DAY OFF?WHAT
SORT OF SCHOOL DO YOU THINK I’M RUNNING HERE, POTTER?WE NEED TEACHERS TO TEACH!WHO WILL TEACH DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS!
‘It’s Saturday, Professor.’
‘Just go!If you’re not
back by dinner, I’ll fire you!’
skipped down to the Apparation gate.
Harry hadn’t been to London since he was at least seventeen.It had changed a lot, with all the new
stores.He teetered on the idea of
actually going to Hermione’s house, but decided not to, that would be a much
greater shock than needed, he would just call her.
He roamed the streets for a while, and found a decent-looking
travel agency store that sold brochures and phone books.He had forgotten to bring Muggle money, so he
had to pretend he was going to the loo when he transfigured it.
‘Thank you.’He said
cheerfully to the lady at the counter as he strode out of the store.
Harry was lucky to have a telephone in his office, because he was
already late as it was.Lucky for him,
Snape didn’t notice.
After dinner, Harry rushed to his office, eager to talk to
Hermione.He couldn’t believe they hadn’t
spoken for almost eleven years.She had
left the Wizarding World shortly after Jenny was born, because Ron had gone to
Azkaban.She had been ashamed, and he
could see perfectly well why.
Harry dialed the numbers, and listened to the ringing.Someone picked up on the fourth ring.
‘Hello?’ It was a woman’s voice, and Harry expected that it was
‘Hi.With whom am I
‘This is Hermione Granger.’
‘Good.I don’t know if you
remember me, but we used to go to the same school--’
A beep issued from the other line.Harry dialed the numbers again, knowing that she’d hung up on him.This time someone picked up on the tenth
‘Hermione, I know you
remember me.It’s Harry.Harry Potter.We were best friends.I’m just
calling to tell you that Jenny did an exellent job on her first spell, and to
ask permission if she can take Defense Against the Dark Arts classes with the
‘You—you know Jenny?’
‘Yes.I teach Defense
Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.’
‘What was the spell?’
‘On the first day of school?That’s hardly first year level.’
‘Well, she got it correct, and even went first.’
‘What was her biggest fear?’
‘Spiders.But it hardly
came as a surprise to me.’
The beep responded.She’d
hung up again.Ergh… Harry thought,
reaching over to dial again.
‘Professor Potter, there is trouble in the kitchens.Please come down and help.’His hand froze over the receiver, and decided
to call the next day.Professor McGonagall’s
voice had come through the voice box in the corner of the room.He had work to do in the kitchens.
It turned out that Dobby had started a riot and was demanding
wages.But the only other elf who joined
him only helped because Dobby had made him.Of course they stopped when the teachers came down.If they had lost their jobs, it wouldn’t be
very pleasant for them.
His past Defense Against the Dark Arts class had been very
successful.Everyone had gotten a very
high mark on their essays.Especially
Jenny.Her score was one hundred and
fifty-four percent.That was the highest
he’d ever marked.
How are you?I’m fine.When are you going to write me back?I’ve been here almost three weeks and I haven’t gotten a single letter
from you.I hope you’re okay.
I got the
highest score in my class in Defense Against the Dark Arts class essay on Red
Caps.Professor Potter said it was the
highest he’s ever marked!I’m top of the
class in all my other classes too.
to make this letter short, so please reply!I miss you, and so does Crookshanks.
Someone had been stopping her letters!Hermione wondered… who would do such a
thing?How could they do it?They
couldn’t stop the owl in midair, could they?The owls were supposed to reach their destination and come back to their
owners.They weren’t allowed to deliver
to anyone else but who their owners told them to.But Pig had never really been her owl.That would mean that… the letters were being delivered to Him!Oh no, she thought.
glad it was a Saturday.He always had
time away from Snape on Saturdays.He
wished Snape could be fired and Dumbledore would be hired again.But Dumbledore was retired and couldn’t come
decided to try calling Hermione again.Please don’t hang up, he thought as the ringing proceeded to go.Please pick up!
‘Hi.Before I tell you who I am, do you promise
not to hang up the phone?’
‘Damn.Hung up again.’
leave me alone!I don’t want to talk to
just ask you one thing, and then I’ll never call you again?’
‘Fine.What is it?’
Jenny know who her father is?’
not.Why should she?’
she has the right to know about her heritage.Anyway, since I asked my question, I’ll just leave--’
‘Leave?’Hermione said quietly.
promised I would never call you again.So, bye Hermio--’
stopping my letters.’
a long pause.
‘Yes.Are you able to come to London tomorrow?’
Snape allows me.’
can’t believe he’s the headmaster!’
you ask I could come to London?’
at the Leaky Cauldron.To discuss
Jenny’s grades.To visit Azkaban.’
‘So I can
get my letters back.’
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