Chapter 2 : Shopping With The Marauders
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Author's Note: Hi everyone! I am so sorry about how long it took for this to be put up! I had a total mind block when it came to this and then finally one day during last week, I got my inspiration back and started writing. So here's Chapter 2, it's kind of a filler chapter, but oh well. And as a note, I've changed all the graphics, at least, it should look that way. See, I can't really see because on my photobucket, it won't let me see any of my pictures, which is really stupid because they still work. So anyways, yeah, hope you like it!
"Time to wake-up sweetheart," A very calming voice said.
"Just a few more minutes, mum," I mumbled groggily into the fluffy thing my head was resting on. Wait...what did I just say?
"I'm sorry, but you have to wake up now pumpkin. We're going to go shopping today," She said, the strange feeling from yesterday sweeping over me again. Why did she call me a pumpkin? It sounded kind of familiar...
I jolted into a sitting position and my eye flew opened once I realized what I had been saying to her.
"I'm so sorry. I was just kind of mumbling and yeah," I said really quickly.
"That's okay," Bridget said, laying some stuff down onto to the bed for me. "Just put these on for now, and when you go, I'll make sure the boys take you clothes shopping. But before I leave, let's change that bandage of yours and see how you're doing."
I nodded in response as she began to unwrap it. I watched carefully as she inspected it.
"It's looking pretty good today," She said and I looked at her strangely. "As good as it can look for a cut that reveals your insides." she began to rewrap it tightly, making sure that everything was covered.
She left afterwards and I sat there just staring at the wall in front of me for a few seconds. It was so weird, being here but not remembering anything from before. I've only had not even a day's experience, hardly knowing what anything was. It makes me wonder...did I know what any of this was before?
I went to stand up and start walking to the bathroom (whatever that was) but my legs gave out from underneath me, causing me to fall over with a loud thud.
Is everything okay up there?" Bridget called up the stairs.
"I think so!" I called down, rubbing my now, very sore backside. I heard a quick series of footsteps coming closer and closer to the room, before they stopped. I looked up and saw the three guys standing there.
"Do you want some help?" Remus asked, a sympathetic look crossing his face before he came over and helped me stand up.
"Why can't you walk? Isn't that a natural thing to be able to do?" Sirius asked.
"She's been in a coma for about two months. She hasn't been using her legs for that time and has forgotten her whole past. Now, rethink those questions Sirius," Remus defended before turning back to me. "So now you have to put your weight on your legs, and then you just put one foot in front of the other, and keep switching the weight to the foot in front."
He held my hands as I stumbled a bit before getting a hang of this "walking" thing.
"So where's the bathroom?" I asked as I walked, still having a bit of difficulty. Luckily, Remus was still helping me.
"I'll show you," He said as he started walking beside me. He was a lot taller than I was. At least a head, because the top of my head barely reached his chin. He also had quite a few scars on his face that I hadn't noticed before.
"Where did you get those scars from?" I asked randomly, not knowing the intensity of my question.
"Oh...uh...I don't really want to talk about it," He said quietly.
"Oh, okay. I was just wondering," I said quietly as well. Did I offend him? I didn't mean to, I was just curious. "So...do you usually stay here during the summer?"
"Only for the last two weeks or so," Remus answered, looking straight ahead. I suppose I did offend him before. We arrived at what I assumed to be the bathroom that I was supposed to get ready in. I had gotten used to walking now, so I walked in by myself.
"I'm sorry if I offended you," I apologized. I really didn't mean to be rude, I was just so curious.
"You didn't, it's just a sensitive topic," he said. "See you at breakfast." He was just about to walk away when I stopped him.
"Wait! What's that?" I asked.
"Breakfast? It's the first meal of the day," He said.
"Oh, okay," I said, turning around and walking back into the bathroom. Bridget had thankfully left instructions taped to the mirror saying what to do. Thank the heavens above.
I walked over to the full length mirror after I had finished getting ready (with much falling, jabbing, bumping into things and other things of that sort) and was examining how I looked.
I had on a white tunic-style cami, and a pair of grey sweatpants that only reached my knees. My hair was down and covering most of my chest but the bandage still showed through.
"Whatever," I mumbled as I walked out of the bathroom. I looked ahead of me and paused. What kind of cruel, torture device was this?
"Help," I squeaked. You just have to try, you can't depend on everyone else to get you through this, a voice in my head told me. I took a deep breath and started my descent down the step-things. That is, until I tripped over my own two feet and went falling down until I reached the ground.
"Ow..." I moaned. Wait...where was I? I didn't know where anything was! "Bridget?"
"What did I tell you three? Someone has to be with her until she gets used to all of this!" I heard her yell. She seemed to like scalding the boys.
Well, I guess now would be a good time to sit down. I sat down on the floor where I was previously sprawled out and crossed my legs over each other and sat, rubbing my now very, very sore backside.
"What are you doing?" Sirius asked.
"I'm waiting for someone to find me as well as tending to my very sore backside," I answered.
"Well, that definitely seems more logical than getting yourself even more lost," Sirius said.
"Yes it does," I said.
"Wait...did you fall down the stairs or something?" He asked, looking at me.
"What are stairs?" I asked.
"Those things behind you," He said, pointing behind me. I turned around to see the evil torture device.
"Oh, yeah," I said.
"Oh...do you want me to bring you to the dining room or something?" Sirius asked and I nodded. He gave me his hand and helped me stand up. When we arrived at the "dining room" as Sirius had called it, we all sat down at the table that was in the middle of it.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Bridget said again as the other two boys came back into the dining room and took a seat. "Breakfast will be in a few minutes, everything just has to finish cooking." I nodded in acknowledgement before she left.
"Good morning Elle," James and Sirius said in unison.
"Good morning," I said playing with a few strands of hair.
"Did you have any particularly good dreams?" Remus, who was sitting on the right side of me asked. These guys were kind of weird. They'd see me in the morning, and then ten minutes later they'd just start asking me all these questions.
"Nope, didn't have any dreams," I said. "Wait...what are dreams?"
"A dream is...something you have while you're sleeping. Like, an imaginary experience in your mind," Remus described for me.
"Oh, okay. Nope, didn't have any of those," I said, with a bored tone in my voice. I don't know why, but I just felt really bored at the moment.
"That's...odd," James said.
"Why?" I asked, looking at him curiously.
"Well, usually everyone dreams about something. Things that have happened in the past, things they wish for," James explained.
"I'll let you in on something," I said. "It's hard to hope for something when you can't remember what anything is."
Sirius and Remus exchanged awkward glances as James blushed a deep crimson.
"Breakfast's ready!" Bridget announced, breaking the awkward silence, all the while levitating a group of plates into the room. They all landed at the table, and she sat down shortly after they had.
"Mum, where's dad?" James asked.
"He's at work. He's been having to work really long hours because of Voldemort," She answered, looking slightly disappointed. "They're only letting me stay because I have to make sure you lot don't burn the house down."
"What's 'Voldemort'?" I asked.
"It's this person, if you can even call him that. He's a wizard, just like us, except he's gone bad. He's out to kill any muggleborns, muggles or 'blood-traitors' as he likes to call them," Bridget explained.
"What's a blood-traitor?" I interrupted.
"A pureblood witch or wizard that associates with muggleborns or muggles. Anyways, this person has been on a frenzy, killing people so the Ministry of Magic has almost all of its people on it. But let's not talk about that. Let's eat."
I looked at it all, but I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. I mean, I knew I had to eat it, but I wasn't sure how it would taste, or how to eat it even.
I guess I was just staring at it because Remus said, "You do know how to eat, right?"
"Not really," I admitted, feeling my cheeks grow slightly warm.
"Okay, you just take a little a bit of food, not too big and not too small, and you put it into your mouth. Then you chew it and swallow it," Remus said.
I did what he said and was absolutely amazed! It was like my taste buds were exploding it tasted so good! And it wasn't even that hard to do!
"What is this?" I asked, in love with the taste.
"Pancakes," Sirius answered.
"They are so good!" I exclaimed, happily. I continued eating until I felt full, and then put my dishes into the sink where Mrs. Potter was now washing them all.
"So how did you like it?" She asked.
"It was incredible!" I exclaimed. "Thank you so much!"
"I'm glad you liked it," She said, chuckling slightly at my enthusiasm. "Now, you go tell the boys that I said to hurry up so they can show you around the house so you don't get lost again."
"Okay," I said cheerfully as I walked over to where the boys were just finishing up breakfast. "Bridget says for you guys to hurry up and show me around the house so I don't get lost again."
"Okay," they all said through mouths full of food as they continued to eat.
I really wish they'd hurry up! It's so boring just standing here and waiting. Why can't their food just disappear?
"Hey, where'd it all go?"
"I don't know!"
"I want my food!"
I looked over and all of the plates on the table were clean without a speck of food on them.
"I guess you guys can show my around the house now," I said.
"Fine," they grumbled, putting their plates over by Bridget.
"Let's go," James said as he led our little group. I got my grand tour of the house before Bridget called us, telling us to get ready, because we'd be leaving in a few minutes.
I went back upstairs with a lot of difficulty. I grabbed my key and put it onto my chain before going back downstairs, ready to go.
"Okay, while you guys are shopping for your school supplies and some clothes for Elle, I'm going to be doing some shopping of my own as well as dropping by the Ministry. So I might not be home when you guys are," She said and we all nodded. "So you're all going to be Flooing as Elle doesn't know how to Apparate. Remus, dear, will you Floo with Elle?"
"Sure thing, Mrs. P," Remus said. "Come on, we'll go first."
"Okay..." I said cautiously. I was very unsure of this. He took me by the hand and led me into the fireplace.
"Diagon Alley!" He shouted, throwing down some grey dust. My eyes, for some reason, decided to stay open as we were engulfed by green flames. And in the blink of an eye, I was tumbling out of another fireplace, landing in Remus' arms, covered in dust and soot.
"Sorry 'bout that," I said quietly. I had discovered that I didn't like being really loud.
"No worries. I'll clean that up for you," Remus said, flicking his wand. And before I knew it, I was completely rid of all the fireplace grime.
But then of course, James and Sirius came crashing out of the fireplace a few moments later. Luckily, I had guessed this would happen and moved out of the way. Remus, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky.
"You two need to lose some weight!"
"Yeah, Sirius, lose some weight!"
I stood there awkwardly as they all started laughing. Why would they start laughing after making fun of each other? I didn't get it at all, that's for sure.
"Um..." I mumbled, still staring at them in confusion.
"Oh yeah, I guess we should get your money," James said. "This way."
We came upon an amazing white marble with 'Gringotts' written near the top of the building in golden lettering. We walked inside and there was a bunch of short, somewhat scary looking creatures.
"Goblins," Remus whispered. "Not exactly the friendliest of creatures." That made me feel so much more comfortable.
We walked up to one of the tills before James started talking to the goblin. "We need to go into Sirius Black's vault, James Potter's vault, Remus Lupin's vault and this vault," James said, taking off my necklace and the key that was dangling on it to the Goblin.
The Goblin handed the chain back to James who handed it to me, before the Goblin started looking at me. He looked into my eyes like he was searching for something in particular.
"Of course, your majesty," it said, bowing low before telling us to follow it and walking away.
"Elle, what does he mean by that?" James asked.
"I don't know," I shrugged as we followed the Goblin down a flight of stairs and into the basement where we got on this cart-like thing. We went to everyone's vaults before finally coming to mine.
"Key please," He said as I handed him the key. "Now, I need you to poke your thumb so there's blood coming out."
I looked at James in a confused manner before he came over. "I'll do it," James muttered before turning to me. "This might hurt a bit." He took a sharp pointy thing and pressed it against my thumb. It hurt a little, but before I knew it, a scarlet liquid had formed outside of my skin.
"Now put your hand right there, making sure your thumb is touching right there," the Goblin said and I did so. The vault made several clicking noises before swinging open.
"Merlin that's a lot of money!" James exclaimed, taking out a pouch. "I'll put enough money for shopping and the school year in here."
As he did that, I looked around. There were loads of sparkling gold, silver and bronze coins. It was amazing! I tried to remember ever coming here before the accident, but nothing came to me.
When we had finished at the "bank" as James had called it, we went to a place called "Ollivander's". As we walked in, I took in my surroundings. Almost everything was covered in a thin layer of dust. An older man came out of the back.
"Ollie!" Sirius exclaimed.
"It's nice to see you again Mr. Black," the older man chuckled. "So who do we have here?" He indicated towards me.
"This is Elle," James introduced.
"Hm...you don't look very familiar. Who are your parents?" He asked.
"I...really don't know," I said quietly, for James to put his arms around my shoulders, giving me a side hug.
"Hm...let's see," He said, taking out a long stick and handing it to me.
"What am I supposed to do with a stick?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows as I looked it over.
"It's a wand," He said. "Just wave it."
I waved it and nothing happened.
"That's odd, something always happens," James said.
"Indeed you are right, Mr. Potter," He said. "Hm...I want you to try something. Close your eyes and hold your hands out in front of you." I did exactly what he told me to do. "Now think of making your favorite color of sparks."
I thought of my favorite color. What was it? I guess it was orchid purple. That color has really appealed to me since I woke up from my coma yesterday. I opened my eyes to see if something was happening, and everyone was staring at me as well as the sparks that were being emitted from my hands.
"It seems to me that there is more to your friend than you might've expected," He said mysteriously.
"Okay...so no wand?" James asked.
"No wand," Ollivander confirmed as we left.
"You know that defies all wizarding nature," Remus said.
"Hm...maybe she's just different," Sirius suggested. We finished the rest of the shopping for the school supplies, with a break for lunch before heading out of Diagon Alley.
"Let's go explore muggle London and shop for some clothes for Elle here," James said, leading us down the street.
I walked over to one of the stores and looked into the window. "Can we go in here?"
"Yeah, sure," Sirius said as we al walked into the store. The reason I wanted to go into the store was that everything was so colorful!
We all tried on things (it was a store for guys and girls) and by the end of the trip, I had more bags of clothes than I could carry. And don't worry, I asked the female person who was working there for advice on what to get.
"So which way do we go from here?" I asked. James looked around for a minute before turning back to me.
"We Apparate," James quickly grabbed my hand before I could object or ask what Apparating was. A horrible feeling that was like being squished into a tube came over me. I couldn't breathe! But as soon as the feeling had come, it was gone.
"Never," I panted, welcoming the air into my lungs, "and I mean never, do that again."
Next time on "Remember"
"Every year, Sirius and I have placed bets that by the end of the year, James and Lily will have gotten together, but every year, I saw they won't and I win. How many years is it now Sirius?" Remus asked.
"Four," Sirius grumbled. "But this is the year, I can feel it! They'll get together, I'm so sure that I'll bet 50 galleons on it."
"I'll take that bet," Remus said. "What about you Peter? Whose side are you on?"
"Sorry Sirius, but I have to go with Remus. It's not going to happen," Peter said, looking apologetic.
"Same here," Marley said bluntly.
"I'll go on your side Sirius, because even though I don't know what galleons are, I totally think that James and Lily will get together," I said.
"Yeah!" Sirius shouted excitedly. "See? They will! Mark my words!" Everyone went back to talking, Remus, Sirius and Peter talking in hushed tones.
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