A/N: Here’s chapter 2, I really hope that Michelle and Emily love this because it took a lot of planning; but I’m also hoping that everybody else loves this as well. So, enjoy!
~*~ Chapter 2 ~*~
So, time to impress you a bit further because if you’re actually reading this, you’re probably getting bored of the world my sisters and I live in. So I’ll tell you how my life changed.
“So, what’s the next bit then?” Eleora asked from my right-hand side. Her face was five centimetres from the computer screen that I had to drag her back.
“Is that all you’ve written on this chapter?” Kenny complained as she kneeled in front of me. Well, I would be further on if I didn’t have three sisters distracting me from my work, and who were complaining all the time.
“Sit back you two!” Madison ordered of them; I was so thankful of her, “Let the writing master get on with her magic and then we’ll comment on it.”
Magic, such a complex word that it makes me cringe just to hear it again. That’s what changed my life forever; made me learn the truth and also let me into the secrets of the whole world I have been blocked from all my life.
“Yeah, magic is a complex thing to learn, isn’t it?” Eleora spoke up; again, I flinched. So I told her to shut up so I could get on with typing.
My life changed by the simplicity of the weirdest thing. It arrived in the post; a somewhat mysterious letter that had come from somewhere that none of us knew of, (or so I thought until later on), and it came with a snowy-owl…
So, a week past from visiting father's grave and I kept on dreaming about how I thought it was my entire fault. I don’t know why I dreamt these things, but at least my sisters didn’t feel the same pain.
My dream was this: I was running across a stretch of grass, opposite a gigantic lake. I could see blast of blinding lights and I could hear the many yells of people shouting ridiculous words at each other, ordering the jets of different coloured beams to their enemies. The scene was rainbow coloured and there were people in masks; bloody scars ran down people’s faces and some were not so lucky.
I wanted to stop to witness this immense battle, but my heart kept on pumping and my brain kept on telling me to move. I motioned towards the lake and I saw a group of people; no more than teenagers nearly, trying to knock down a black-cloaked man, his lank, greasy black hair was billowing out in the wind.
They couldn’t see me; I was invisible, like I always was in my dreams. But a firm hand was placed on my shoulder and I looked around and I saw a tall man, with red hair which was tied back in a pony-tail. He had a tooth hanging from his ear and his troubled blue eyes were looking down at me.
“You have to wake up, April. This is no place for you to be in, you could get hurt. This whole battle will be your life when it changes. This change is coming soon, so be prepared! You’ll know some of these faces in the future but never mine,” he let go of my shoulder and went to join the fight with the group of teenagers.
I felt weak at the knees. I didn’t have anything to do with this war, I just wandered merrily into this dream and chaotic landscape and I soon wished for it to be over.
How did that man know my name? Was he some sort of message delivered to me for a soul purpose in life which I had to work out? I didn’t know at that time, all I wanted was to wake up and go down to breakfast.
The landscape was moving away from me; swirling in front of my eyes and I could feel something pulling me back to reality through my navel and then… I woke up.
I sat bolt-upright in my bed. I was thankful that my sisters weren’t in the room because I was breathing in heavily and my face was clammy with sweat. I wrapped my dressing-gown around my shaking body and made my way downstairs to my family.
It was quiet when I walked into the living room. I saw Kenny’s eyes look up at me then drop back down to the ground, then start to twist her hands in her lap. Eleora was pacing the room, a scowl was on her forehead and when she saw me, she shook her head; interpreting that there was bad news. Madison came over to me and began to whisper in my ear.
“Something’s the matter with mum. She’s been in that kitchen for half an hour mumbling over cup of coffee, (something was obviously troubling her, hence the coffee). We walked in and she shouted at us to get out!” Madison seemed quite upset at the prospect of being shouted at for no reason, so I told her that I would see if there was anything the matter with her.
I walked out of the living room and into the kitchen where I saw our mother sipping at her cup of coffee and by the looks of it; it wasn’t her first, for there was about three other cups on the worktop.
“Are you OK?” I asked her with a curious air. She looked up at me and I could see the dark rings under her eyes from lack of sleep, “Haven’t you slept at all?” I pressed on.
“Of course I have!” she spat at me, “It’s just that I woke up really early because…” she stopped owing to the fact that she didn’t want to say anything. She had never been so secretive with us, not since our father was alive.
Kenny, Madison and Eleora tip-toed quietly into the kitchen and stood beside me, all looking at mother with concerned expressions. Something was the matter, we could feel it. And if she didn’t tell us now, we knew it was still to come.
“Please tell us what’s wrong?” Madison pleaded with her. She was trying to hold back tears, she was hoping that nothing was wrong with her; she was close to our mother than any of us.
“Fine, I will. But before I do, I have something to show you. It came for you this morning,” she moved to the side and showed us the most amazing, and absurd thing we had ever seen stand by our microwave, (again, an electrical appliance where you can heat up food and drink).
A snowy-owl was cleaning its wings on our worktop and mother, who likes to see things all clean and tidy, didn’t disapprove of the bird’s appearance. The owl looked up when it felt our eyes gaze down upon it with bemusement. Its amber eyes pierced our skin and it gave us a soft hoot of welcome.
Next to it were a pile of envelopes, each in the same yellow-parchment type material and all bore green inked writing on the front. On closer examination they bore an emblem on the back; some kind of crest with a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake, all surrounding a letter “H”
“Mum, you do realise that there’s an owl sitting on our kitchen worktop?” Eleora pointed out sardonically. Mum glared at her and she backed down, even the owl hooted in a disapproving sort of way as though it had been offended.
“Who are all those letters for?” Kenny asked in a high voice, usually put on when she was confused. Mum picked up the letters and gave one to each of us. We took them with hesitation, which was rather weird seen as we didn’t expect them but something made us quite eager to examine them closer.
“These came for you this morning,” our mother began to explain, “if you open them now and then you read of what is inside, then there is no going back for I know that once you have read the letters, you’ll want to go…”
“Go? Go where?” Kenny asked, her eyebrow was raised and her aura was set as confused. This made matters worse for mother was so annoyed at the fact that an owl had woken her up this morning, that finding her own daughter was stupid was suicide.
“Just read the god damn forsaken letters, and let my life be in vain!” she turned back to her cup of coffee, which had now gone cold so she brewed her seventh cup.
I looked at my sisters; all had no clue of what to do next. So, taking my role as the eldest and wisest, (“Hey, that’s not true!” Eleora yelled down my ear. Well, according to my marks I was doing better than my sisters even through all the bullying.) I tore back the seal and removed the parchment-type letter from inside.
My sisters followed suite and in a second we were reading the same letter, our eyes widening, gasps issuing from our non-verbal mouths and of course, the occasional glance at our mother who kept her mind on the morning newspaper of every minute of this slight turn of events.
The letters read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Harry Potter
(Order of Merlin, First Class. Ex-Auror of the Ministry of Magic, London. Ex-Seeker of the International Quidditch Team of England, and Defeater of Tom Marvolo Riddle)
Dear Miss April/Kendra/Madison/Eleora,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1st September. We await your owl by no later than 31st July.
That name; Harry Potter sounded familiar to me, like I had read it out of a forgotten book which was now under my bed, or a name once mentioned to me in a speech made by my mother.
And this Hogwarts, it sounded like a joke to me but when I looked at my sisters, it seemed that they all thought that going to this school will be some what like a field trip.
“What is this Hogwarts?” I questioned our non-observant mother. She was sipping her cup of coffee and her eyes were on the newspaper, where the pictures were moving… no!
“It’s a school where you go to learn new and exciting things. I don’t want you to go but seen as you want to leap at the prospect, I guess I’ll have to let you go,” she explained.
“How do you mean about, you don’t want to let us go?” Kenny asked; again, with her eyebrows raised and confused air.
“You’ll find out if you go,” she replied simply. She placed her cup into the sink to be washed up later, placed the newspaper on the dining table then walked to the stairs to get ready for the day ahead. “Do you want to go or not?” she shouted down the stairs.
We looked at each other again, we didn’t know. What would we do about our old school? How and where would we get all this necessary equipment from? I mean, you don’t just show up with a notepad and expect to learn something at a magical school, do you?
“If you want to go, send your answer with Hedwig, please?” her bedroom door slammed and we were lost for words. The snowy-owl hooted at us and flapped her wings to make herself known again. She was beautiful, nothing like I have seen before. But she made me feel weary.
“Do you want to go?” I asked my sisters in turn. Again, all of them looked at me with wondering looks. We hadn’t a clue of what was going on. What would happen if we answered with the wrong answer? If we said yes, would it turn out to be one big joke? But if we answered with no, would they come and take us anyway?
“All I want to know is how on earth did we get into a wizarding school? I mean, I don’t think I have an ounce of magic in me!” Madison said, sounding flabbergasted.
“I had a dream,” I blurted out. I didn’t usually talk about my night wanderings, but I felt it necessary because it made sense to add it to this twist in our lives. “I was running along this wide open field, and there was a battle. I could see colourful jets blasting their way through the air to hit enemies. I neared a lake, and I saw a group of teenagers in a fight with this black-cloaked man. And this other man placed a hand on my shoulder and he told me something.
“He said “You have to wake up, April. This is no place for you to be in, you could get hurt. This whole battle will be your life when it changes. This change is coming soon, so be prepared! You’ll know some of these faces in the future but never mine,” I didn’t know who the man was and I was surprised that he knew my name. He had long red hair tied back in a pony tail and he wore a tooth as an earring. And his eyes were blue and full of determination…
“The dream has something to do with these letters, I know it! But I don’t know how I can prove this. Maybe this man is at this place… maybe he can help us solve what these supposed secrets are. Maybe he knows who our father was, and if he did… maybe he knows what that Latin speech means on his grave?”
My sisters looked positive at these prospects, but I knew that mum wasn’t all that sure on whether or not to let us go. She soon came back downstairs, still in her pyjamas.
“So, what are you planning on doing then?” she asked us. Her hands were on her hips; her foot was tapping on the wooden floor impatiently, waiting for our decision.
“Erm… we want to go,” I answered for my sisters and myself. She sighed and then brought us into a comforting hug, she never did this usually. The last time she did this was when we found out that our dad had died because some fatal accident.
“Well, its your decision and I have to be fine with it,” she had tears in her eyes and she was trying hard to hold them back; she really didn’t want to let us go, “have you sent your reply back with Hedwig yet?” she pointed at the owl, who gave a shrieking shrill which sent shivers down our spines.
We quickly wrote our answers down and hastily tied them on to the snowy-owls leg. Madison opened the kitchen window for Hedwig to fly out into the morning sunshine and back to wherever she had come from.
“Tomorrow we will go down to London and get all you school things. So, be up early in the morning because I want to get it over and done with, so I want no complaints… got that?!” her crystal-blue eyes peered down at us and we all nodded.
Our mother said she was going shopping, so she went upstairs to get ready; for real this time, and in five minutes she was out the front door and was walking down the road, disappearing round the corner.
“London? Why on earth do we have to go to London for?” Eleora was steaming with rage. She knew perfectly well that our mother was keeping something from us, but we had had this conversation many of times before and none of us knew the answer.
“Maybe that’s the only place where you can by magical equipment from,” Kenny said cleverly; Eleora gave her a foreboding look.
I took out the next bit of parchment from my envelope and my sisters came to look over my shoulder at what it said. It had all the things we needed for this school, but they didn’t have prices on or the details of where we could get them from.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Uniform First-year students will require:
Three sets of plain work robes (black)
One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
One winter cloak(black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils’ clothes should carry name tags
Set Books All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners’ Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
Other Equipment 1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST-YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
“If we find all this in London,” Eleora began; her eyes had reached exploding point from her sockets after she had read the list, “I’ll go around this school naked for the first week!” We laughed at her enthusiasm, knowing that she wouldn’t do it anyway.
Mum came home later; much later than one had expected to do the shopping. Through the afternoon rain, her clothes were drenched; as she had forgotten to take a coat, and her hair was frizzy instead of her normal straight. And if my eyes deceived me, I could see the faint glow of blonde through her dark brown.
“I’ll put the kettle on,” Madison said. She bustled into the kitchen while Eleora turned on the television for mum to watch and put on the old, coal fire to warm her up. Kenny had gone to fetch a blanket from upstairs, while I placed her into a chair and placed her slippers on to her cold feet.
“You shouldn’t be fussing over me,” mother said through her blocked nose. Madison handed her a cup of hot chocolate and she sipped it quietly. But the complaints soon started again. “I have to put on the dinner, I need to do the laundry and…”
“Mum!” I yelled to get her attention, “We’ll do everything, don’t worry about it. You just relax, OK?” She nodded at my explanation and then I went to clean the bathroom.
Madison cooked us a Sunday Roast, consisting of mashed potato, peas, carrots, broccoli and cauliflower. Kenny dusted all the rooms in the house and; to Eleora’s disappointment, sorted out the whites from the colours and underwear and did the laundry.
After dinner, Kenny and Eleora went to the local shop to rent out a movie for us to watch with mum. I didn’t feel like watching a movie, so Madison and I stayed in the kitchen to wash up and tidy the worktops.
“Do you really think that going to Hogwarts will help us find out who our dad was?” Madison said as she squirted washing-up liquid on to the pile of plates in the sink.
“Hopefully,” I answered with a small smile as I put on the yellow-latex gloves and picked up the sponge to wipe away all of the grime.
Madison picked up the kitchen towel so that she could dry the cutlery and plates. “You say hopefully in a very unhopeful way… you think it’s a joke, don’t you?”
I looked at her, thinking of how I could explain my reasons for being so downhearted about this whole experience which was about to change our lives forever. “I don’t know. Mum knows something that she’s not willing to tell us, and I feel like I know…”
“Come on!” Eleora shouted from the living room, “The movie is about to start,” the smell of microwave popcorn reached my nostrils and I really wanted to go and sit down, but I wanted to get these jobs out of the way first, for tomorrow there would be no time.
“You feel like you know who, April?” now her eyebrows were raised, but I shrugged her off. Instead, I splashed cold water on her face, making her whip the towel on by back.
I washed the plates and cutlery quickly, she dried them almost in a lightning kind of way and then we placed them in their appropriate cupboards. We walked into the living rooms; suds of foam in our hair, and sat down and watched the film.
Half way through the film I decided to venture up to our room so I could look over the letter and think about my dream. It seemed so odd that I knew the name “Harry Potter” from somewhere, but I didn’t know where. And if I asked mother about it, she’d probably scream at the annoyance that she was receiving.
And that man with the long red hair and his tooth earring seemed familiar to me too. His blue eyes reflected me in the dream and I just wanted to scream because I couldn’t figure it out.
Maybe going to this magical world could help me, I thought. Maybe this “Harry Potter” dude can help me, along with the man from my dreams.
A knock on my door announced the arrival of my mother. She tip-toed quietly into my room and saw me looking at the letter. “Still looking at it, are you?” she gave a hearty laugh and I quickly hid the letter under my pillow away from her view.
“Are you OK about us going to this place? You seem scared at the very idea,” I looked up into her eyes, the blue had gone so pale like a ghostly shimmer only found in an actual ghost.
“I don’t, but I have to. It’s your choice and quite frankly, you need your space and time away from me. As I need my time away from you lot at times…” we both laughed quietly, “… you need to find out things that I can not tell you alone. You’ll be fine, and I know that you will look after your sisters. You may not feel like you fit in that place because you’re different from the rest, but you’ll soon find that it’s where you rightfully belong.
“What do you mean by, we’re different from the rest?” My voice shook with fright. Every time our mother said something about this school, it seemed that it was forbidden for my sisters and I to attend; like she hated the idea with a passion.
“Nothing,” she sneezed into a tissue which she then placed in my bin. “Just be careful, OK? Now, there’s something troubling you, I can feel it.”
“Don’t bother asking, you’ll think its stupid,” I shuffled nervously on my bed then got off it and switched on my computer. My back was facing my mother and I hear her let go of a sigh and place a hand on my shoulder.
“Try me, maybe I can help,” she whispered in my ear. I turned in my chair and I let a few tears fall down my face, which made the river flow more when I heard my sisters laugh at something on the television screen downstairs.
“You can’t help. That’s why we want to go to Hogwarts, because we found someone that can help us.” she looked at my and a frown had appeared along her smooth forehead. “Don’t look at me like that!” I said sternly up at her and she dropped her anger.
“Who might this person be?” she asked calmly and she sat down beside me. She wrapped her arm around me protectively as if she didn’t want to let me go at all. “And what will they help you with?”
“I had a dream last night, (this seemed to attract her attention for she turned me to look at her properly and her eyes were looking at me funnily), and I was running across this open field. There were jets of colourful lights streaming their way towards people; enemies of some sort. I neared a lake and I saw a group of teenagers trying to knock over this black-cloaked man. And then a hand was placed on my shoulder… I turned and I saw a man with red hair tied back in a pony-tail and a tooth hanging from his ear…” I stopped because my mum had begun to cry, “… are you OK?” I asked, sounding concerned.
“Yes, I’m fine. Carry on, please.” She took hold of my hand and she squeezed it tightly, just to let me know that she was always there for me.
“He told me that I should wake up,” I continued, “that I shouldn’t be in this battle, but that it’ll be part of my life when it changes, and then… I woke up.”
“A long time ago, before you and your sisters were ever born, something like a war happened in this magical world. Everybody who wasn’t from that world had known about it and from this dream, it seems that you are part of it. But I don’t know why,” my mum kissed me on the cheek then got up from the chair. My eyes were still on her, pleading for a better explanation
“I don‘t know anything about this so called school, all right?! But yes, that battle will probably play an important role in your life while you’re there,” she smiled at me then walked out of my room and back downstairs.
I was so confused that I didn’t bother to answer my sister questions when they came up to our room and hour later. I wanted to know what mother meant about my sisters and myself being different from others that attended Hogwarts.
I wanted to know how mother knew about that intense battle from my dream, surely not everyone in the world which I lived in now knew about an irrelevant war which was happening in a distant country?
My sisters were right, she was keeping something from us. And I had a funny feeling that I was going to find out what that something was in time, which could be sooner or later, but I didn’t care because all I wanted was a dreamless sleep. And that came quite sooner than expected as my head dropped on to my pillow…
“You never told mum that you heard of Harry Potter from somewhere, did you?” Madison pondered at my strained face as she was filing her nails.
My eyes were sore from looking at my computer screen for so long, writing this story zaps the energy straight out of me and I really needed to catch up on my sleep. Also, I needed to do loads of paper work for my job… Oh my God! I missed work again… what is happening to me?
“I would take that as a no, my sister,” Eleora answered Madison’s patronising question for me, as she snatched the nail file from her grasp and began to give herself a manicure.
“So next chapter is when we all visit the wonderful world of shopping, am I right?” Kenny asked, looking hopeful. I nodded and stretched my whole body, making my sisters fall off their chairs.
I had an idea, which I am writing now so keep watching… if I had never told my mother about my suspicions of knowing Harry Potter, then how come she cried at the bloke in my dreams? I guess everybody has their ups and downs, but mine are always confusing. But all answers do come about eventually as the story unfolds.
A/N: So, into the shopping part of the magical world we go, yay! So, does anybody have any suspicions on who might there father might be? And what do you think about what their mother is hiding from them? Leave a review with your thoughts, and all answers will be revealed… eventually!