Chapter 11 : Chapter Eleven
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As it turns out, we didn’t end up going out for dinner after all. Just as we were about to go out the door, the phone began to ring. Hermione stopped, but made no move to pick up the phone. I guess she was waiting to see whether the call/caller was worth it or not. Finally, after six rings, the message began.
“Hey, this is Harry. Well, obviously, seeing as besides your parents, I’m practically the only one who ever calls you. Anyway, Ron, Remus, and I are at my parent’s grave, trying to see if the, er, ‘kidnapper’ left anything behind, anything that could lead us to either him or my parent’s bones. We, well I, was hoping that you could stop by and help us out, so call me back when you—” it stopped as Hermione finally picked up the phone.
“Harry? We’ll be right there. Yes I know where it is. Uh-huh, uh-huh, okay. Bye!” Hermione hung up, and looked at me. “I’m sorry, but we’re going to have to put dinner off. Maybe tomorrow. Do you want to come?” I nodded.
“Hermione, can I talk to you for a moment?” Harry asked the second we got there. He pulled her away, but they were still in my hearing distance. I had to strain pretty hard, but I could still make out what they were saying.
“Are you sure it was the best idea to bring her here?”
“I explained it to her, Harry. She knows about the Wizarding world.”
“That’s not what I meant. What if she’s a spy?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. She’s been in a coma for twenty-one years! She has amnesia!”
I rolled my eyes at their conversation, and the fact that they were talking about me like I wasn’t there. Of course, I “wasn’t in hearing distance”, so I guess in a way I wasn’t there.
The conversation had lost my interest. I wandered off, lost in thought about nothing in particular. Then I stopped suddenly. It felt like, I don’t know, that I was meant to be there. That fate had told me to stop. I looked around, hoping to find the reason why. It didn’t look like anything out of the ordinary. It was just a bunch of tall trees. They were in a circle, but unless it was the “circle of life” or whatever, like I said before, there was nothing unusual. Then a small patch of mud caught my eye, and again I felt myself walking there. It was like I had no control over my body, and I felt the urge to dig.
I stared at my hands, and back at the mud, and shook my head. I wasn’t getting my hands any dirtier than they absolutely had to be. I walked back to where Harry and Hermione were. They were searching for clues, after all. They probably had shovels with them.
“Why?” Hermione said when I asked for one.
“Oh, you know, digging to China, looking for buried treasure, making sand castles, that kind of thing. Perfect opportunity to get in touch with my childish side,” I replied, keeping my face as straight as possible while she searched my expression. Finally, she shrugged, though she still looked kind of puzzled, and handed me my shovel. I thanked her, ran back to the area where I was before, and began to dig.
The process was long and tedious, and after a while my arms and neck ached. Several times I wanted to stop, but I continued on anyway. Hermione would probably finish soon, and I didn’t know when the next time we would come back would be.
At last my shovel hit something hard. I reached into the hole, and I pulled out a – box? I doubted it had jewels or anything like that in it. I had done all that work for nothing? I was about to put the box back, not even attempting to cover the hole (after all, this was England. The rain and wind would cover it up soon) when I noticed something carved on the box. Words, in fact, that were possibly my least favorite words.
Lily Marie Evans.
“Kendra! We’re leaving!” Hermione’s voice called out.
“Coming!” I replied. I stared at the box for a moment, wondering what to do. The box was too large to conceal in a pocket or my sleeve. After a second, I decided that there was nothing I could do, and I didn’t want Hermione to become impatient, so I started walking towards her, the box in plain sight under my arm.
“What’s that?” Hermione asked once I got there.
“Oh, just something I found,” I said vaguely, hoping she would get the message that I didn’t want to talk about it. She did.
“Kendra, I want you to meet a very good friend of mine,” Hermione said, nodding towards a stranger standing near me who I hadn’t noticed until that moment.
He held out his hand and I shook it. As I did, the strangest thing happened. It was a vision, but it wasn’t like my previous ‘visions’ or whatever they are. Instead, it was more like a flash, and a quick one at that. There was a full moon, partly hidden by wisps of clouds, hanging over a dark forest. Right where the forest began was a creature that looked like a wolf, but wasn’t, howling to the moon. The howl sent a shiver up my spine, and then it was gone.
“Remus Lupin,” the man said, letting go of my hand. My hand felt strangely empty without Remus’s large, warm hand covering it. Despite how weak he looked, his handshake had been firm. I decided I liked this man.
“Kendra. Pleasure to meet you,” I replied, sticking my hand in my pocket to try and get rid of some of the strange feeling.
“I’ll try to come by later on,” Ron said to Hermione.
“Yeah, we can watch a movie! I just got a new one,” Hermione said. She was a very good actress. I couldn’t tell that she didn’t want to. But then again, maybe she did want it. I mean, they were friends after all, and Hermione still enjoyed his company.
“I still can’t believe that a bookworm has so many movies.”
“Just because I like to read, Ronald, doesn’t mean that I can’t like doing other things,” Hermione replied. Before we knew it, they were arguing.
“Come on, I’ll drive you home. Trust me, you’ll be here all nigh,” Harry said, rolling his eyes in their direction. “Oh, Remus! Here it is,” he said, running to catch up with Remus, who was walking away, and handed him something. I couldn’t see what.
“I’ll give this to Moody. This is more in his area of expertise,” Remus said, and then he continued walking away.
I followed him to his car.
At first it didn’t look like much – a simple, four-door sedan, dull in color and in build. But as we got closer, I could tell that it had been painstakingly clean and tweaked to perfection. Either Harry had a lot of free time on his hands, or he really loved his car. Probably the latter, since he was a guy.
I sat in the passenger seat as he got inside and started the car and drove away from the disturbing site – at least, disturbing for us.
We were quiet at first, just listening to some rock music Harry had playing.
Finally, I said to him, “So, did you find anything?”
“Yes. I’m not really sure what it is, but Remus is giving it to another friend of ours to see if we can find a way to track it,” Harry said. I noticed his grip on the steering wheel tightening, making his knuckles turn white. I blushed, furious at myself for how inconsiderate I was being. Of course Harry wouldn’t want to talk about it! We were silent once more, and this time it lasted until we arrived at the flat.
“Do you have a key?” Harry asked. I shook my head ‘no’. Hermione hadn’t gotten around to it yet. In fact, with all the other things going on, both of us had completely forgotten about it. Harry came up with me, and opened the door with a key of his own. Once he was gone, I went to my room, closed the door, and opened the box at long last. What would I find in it?
To my utter disappointment (and yet, at the same time, relief), it was locked.
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