Chapter 3 : Chapter Two: An Unexpected Guest
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Author's Note: So this is it! Chapter 2! So as you can see, I'm not making everything happening right away, I'm slowing it down a bit. I also have up to Chapter 5 or 6 ready to come up, but I have up to Chapter 14 done in rough copies. I'm actually very excited, because it is turning out better. Once again, a lot of people have been asking why I'm re-doing it. I just want some things to make more sense, and to not have things move so fast, if you know what I mean. So I hope you all stick with it, because I really love all your reviews! Keep leaving the reviews! They make my day happy! And if you leave a good enough one, the next chapter to be posted of this story will be dedicated to you! It will go on like this for a while. Wow, this Author's Note is really long....I'm going to just let you read now.
"I mean that everyone in our group invited more people who invited more people. So now it's about half of our grade going," She said as if it was nothing. The thing I wanted to know the most was who exactly was going.
"Like who?" I asked cautiously, not sure if I really wanted to know.
"Well, Emma and her group of friends, Melanie and her group, and...Ryan and his friends," She said, making it sound like no big deal again.
"Yeah, why?" She inquired.
Let me explain a little. I kind of have this crush on a guy named Ryan who is absolutely gorgeous with his spiky brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. But I also like him because he's sweet, smart and genuine. And being on the football and rugby team wasn't such a bad thing either.
So in conclusion, this was quite the big deal. A huge deal. Actually, it was a COLOSSAL DEAL!
Okay, so it wasn't actually that big of a deal, but it was still pretty big. To me at least.
"I was planning on going in my sweats, just like I told you a few seconds ago," I stated.
"So? Go in your sweats," She responded casually. She obviously wasn't grasping the importance of the issue.
"I CAN'T GO IN MY SWEATS NOW!" I exclaimed dramatically. Okay, I'll be the first to admit that I was a diva. That just came with the whole package.
"Then dress up or something. I'm not sure what exactly you want me to tell you," She said.
"Oh, you're no help at all," I spat.
What was I going to do now? I really liked this guy and now we're going to the movies together! Kind of. Technically, neither of us asked each other, but our groups are all going together so in a way, we are going together. If that makes any sense to you.
"Wait one second, I'm calling Lindsay and putting her into this conversation too," Hannah said as I paced about my room, holding the phone to my ear and waiting for another voice to join in on the conversation.
Lindsay Hunter was one of my other best friends. She had bleach blonde hair that reached her chest and that was always wavy. She had big brown eyes that could make her seem like the most innocent person on earth, and trust me when I say that she used them to her advantage. By that I mean she used them to get out of trouble when she pulled one of her infamous practical jokes. Lindsay is what we like to call the "Queen of Pranks" at our school. Especially because she's never gotten caught, although everyone knows perfectly well that it's her.
"Hey guys," Lindsay's voice sounded through the device at my ear. "So what's the problem?"
"Did you invite Ryan to the movies?" I demanded immediately, wanting to get to the bottom of all of this.
"Yeah, he's one of my friends, why?" She asked.
"You bloody well know why!" I exclaimed.
"Oh yeah," She said slowly, as if she was finally comprehending the situation at hand. "I forgot about that."
"Forgot? FORGOT?!" I demanded. In case you haven't noticed, I don't exactly take things like this very well.
"Yeah, pretty much," She said casually. "So what's the problem again?"
"Emily was planning on wearing sweats when we go to the movies tomorrow, but she found out Ryan was going, so she doesn't know what to wear now," Hannah told her in a very exasperated voice.
That wasn't the problem. Stupid friends. They always think they know what you're thinking. Well, you know what? They don't. I should just become a loner. Then I wouldn't have to worry about things like this ever again.
"Hellooo...Emily, are you still there?" Lindsay asked, breaking me away from my thoughts.
"Unfortunately, yes," I muttered darkly.
"Okay then...so why are you worrying about you're going to wear now? We're coming over tomorrow anyways, so we can help you pick something out before we go," Lindsay said. Once again, that didn't help the problem in the slightest.
"I have to go. Bye," I said lamely.
I sat on the floor in my bedroom, reading one of my favorite books of all time which was Harry Potter.
I have been obsessed with these books for as long as I can remember. But not as much as I have been lately. All I could talk about was Harry Potter. The books were just so exciting and full of adventure. I guess it's something I've been missing in my own sheltered life. But because of my obsession, we were going to see "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix", which I was so excited to see for the first time.
"Ta-da!" Lindsay and Hannah exclaimed in unison, interrupting my thoughts and my reading to show me their outfits.
"You're wearing the exact same clothes you were earlier," I pointed out.
"Exactly," Lindsay said.
"See, just because we're going out doesn't mean you have to change your clothes," Hannah said.
"It's different when someone you like is there. You of all people should know that Hannah," I said, rolling my eyes at the two before grudgingly putting the book down. I grabbed a bag of clothes from beside me, and walking into the bathroom down the hall. I quickly changed before walking back out.
"Ow! Hot stuff!" Hannah clapped as Lindsay whistled. I closed my bedroom door and looked at the full-length mirror that was hanging on the back of it.
I had on a white, tunic-style cami with a sky blue, long sleeve, v-neck sweater over top of that. I also had on a blue and grey plaid, pleated mini skirt that reached a little past the middle of my thighs.
I had on my usually make-up which was just my purple mascara and a little bit of blush, but I also added some sparkly powder over my face.
"Are you ready now?" Hannah asked, smirking slightly.
"Yup, so where are we meeting everybody?" I asked.
"Just outside of the theatre," Lindsay answered.
"Okay," I said as I grabbed my purse off of the ground where almost everything in my room happened to be located. "Then let's get going already."
We walked down the hallway and into my living room where my mother was already waiting with her shoes on and car keys in hand.
"Are you guys ready to go yet?" My mother asked.
"Yup!" We all exclaimed in unison, slipping our feet into our own shoes and running out the door to the car.
We all got in, Hannah and Lindsay sitting in the back while I sat shotgun. We drove for only a few minutes, if even that before pulling up to a theatre where at least thirty teenagers could be spotted.
I started getting out before my mother stopped me. "Do you have you cell phone?" My mom asked.
"Yes," I held it up just to prove my point.
"Make sure you call as soon as it's over, and don't leave the theatre for any reason," My mother warned as I got out. I closed the door just before she drove away.
Ever since I turned fourteen, just over a month ago, my parents had been overly-protective. My parents had always been protective of me, more protective of me than most parents, but now they made sure I always had a cell phone with me and they had to know where I was at all times. I couldn't even go out by myself; I always had to have someone go with me and it was really starting to get on my nerves.
We all joined the crowd, pushing to the very front as we tried to find our other friends. And there, buying their tickets for the show was the rest of our small group of friends.
First there was Brad Jones. Brad was everyone's friend all the time. Except one time last year when I didn't talk to him for three months. I can't even remember what it was about. Anyways, Brad had spiky red hair and shocking blue eyes that he can make vibrate. Yup, his eyes vibrate. And he does it just to freak me out. Nothing like friends, eh?
Shana Parker was one of my other friends as well. She had light tan skin and black hair that had a slight purple shine to it. She also had dark brown eyes. Shana, or Shenanigans, is one of those people who will speak the truth no matter what. That's one of the things about her that I admire because if she doesn't like something, you'll know it. She's also been known to be slightly aggressive, but there's nothing wrong with that.
Last but not least is our newest addition, Amber Shaw who just goes by Amy. I've known her since seventh grade, but we never started hanging out until this year. She has wavy, chestnut brown hair that reached her shoulders and hazel eyes. She was a cheerleader, but wasn't as mean and superficial as everyone else on her team as far as we knew.
The lady at the ticket booth took our money in exchange for our movie tickets before we walked into the movie theatre, lining up for food.
"What are you getting?" Brad asked, coming to stand with me.
"Hmm...well, this is something to think about. I'm totally obsessed with popcorn as we all know, hence my nickname, but...movie popcorn isn't as good as microwave popcorn. And also, there's lots of different candy to decide from...so I can't choose," I said, looking very thoughtful as we approached the front of the line and were at the counter. "I'll get a medium popcorn, a medium root beer and two packages of red licorice please."
Brad just laughed at me. "You get that every time."
"I know, but you have to be willing to consider your options," I said, just as my food was given to me. I walked off, making more room for the people who still had to order as I waited for my friends to get whatever they wanted.
"Hey," A voice said from behind me. I whirled around, almost spilling everything I was carrying. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's okay," I said, calming myself down. I've been really jumpy for a few years now and didn't like it when people snuck up on me.
"So, how are you?" Ryan asked.
"I'm good, how about you?" I asked, still breathing deeply to calm myself down. I couldn't believe Ryan was actually talking to me! I mean, sure we've talked in class before but that was usually to help him with his French or something.
"I'm good,” He said before an awkward silence filled the air between us. "So...um...do you wanna come sit with me?"
"Oh, um...yeah, sure," I said, trying to hide my burning cheeks. "Let me just go tell my friends."
I ran over excitedly, although I was careful not to spill anything and I poked my friends repeatedly in the legs with my foot until they acknowledged my presence.
"What?" Shana asked in a frustrated voice.
"Ryan asked me to sit with him during the movie," I squealed.
"Then what are you over here for? Go!" Hannah exclaimed, pushing me in his direction.
"Hi," I said, blushing even more.
"Hi," He said, smiling suavely. "Shall we go?"
"Okay," I said, smiling as we walked into the actual theatre, taking seats right in the middle.
The lights dimmed and the movie started playing on the screen almost immediately after. After about two hours of watching the movie and having popcorn being thrown at Ryan's and my own head by Hannah, everyone was walking out of the theatre, Ryan escorting me outside. We walked over to a bench, sitting down before we both started calling our rides.
"What? Yes, I'm not alone. No, nothing weird has happened. Why? Okay, well, can you come pick me up? The movie's over," I said into the phone before getting my answer. "Thanks." I let out a frustrated groan as I plopped down on the bench next to Ryan who had just closed his own cell phone.
"Parents getting on your case?" He asked.
"Yeah, they've been so protective of me ever since my birthday," I said.
"Probably because you're becoming a young lady and your parents don't want anything to happen to you," He explained to receive a weird look from me. "I heard my parents talking to my sister."
"Oh. Well, you're probably right anyways," I said as a silence followed before I began to feel really uncomfortable. I leaned over, clutching my stomach.
"What's the matter?" He asked, seeing my state.
"I just have this really weird feeling in my stomach...like something's going to happen," I said.
"Woman's intuition?" He guessed.
"Probably," I shrugged. "Do you think you could wait with me until my mom comes?"
No response. I looked over and he was frozen still. Literally. He wasn't moving, or breathing for that matter.
"Hellooo..." I waved my hand in front of his face, but there was still no response. I looked around and nothing was moving. Not the cars on the street, the people in them or the people walking down the street.
"Hannah! Lindsay! Amy! Shana! Brad! Where are you?" I called out, now standing up and trying to find something was moving.
"Emily?" Hannah's voice called out as she came through the theatre doors, followed by three others; Amy, Shana and Lindsay.
"What's going on? And where's Brad?" I asked, going into a panicked state. I sure hope I wasn't about to have a panic attack.
"He's frozen, just like everyone else," Lindsay said in a tone that implied hopelessness.
"Good evening ladies. I see you have noticed the effects of my spell," A voice said from behind us.
My head whipped around, my body following suit. I saw an older man standing in front of us with a long white beard and hair to match. He had half-moon spectacles placed on the bridge of his nose and he was wearing silver colored...robes?!
"Who are you?" Shana asked.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. How silly of me. My name is Professor Albus Dumbledore."
"Wait...what?" I asked, feeling on the verge of fainting.
This couldn't be THE Albus Dumbledore. It just couldn't be. He's from the Harry Potter books. He's an imaginary character! He can't be real!
"I know it's hard to believe, but if there is anyone you can trust, it's me. And this is definitely real," Dumbledore said, as if reading my mind.
"But...you're a character from a book!" Hannah exclaimed. Obviously she was on the exact same page as I was.
"Ah, so I see you have all read, or at least heard of Ms. Rowling's books," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. "Well then, this should make explaining it all easier."
"It should make explaining what easier?" Amy said.
"You are all witches," He answered simply.
"Well that's not a very nice thing to say," Hannah said, looking quite offended before clueing in to what he was actually saying. "Oh wait, you mean like magic witches."
"Yes. And all of you are to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," He said, giving each of us an envelope. "Most of your questions will be answered in the letter you are holding. But are there any inquiries that come to mind?"
"Well, if Hogwarts and everything is real, how did J.K. Rowling know about it, and why would she tell everyone about it? That's going against the Secrecy Act, is it not?" I asked, my inner Harry Potter nerd coming into action.
"Very good," Dumbledore said. "Mr. Rowling is a Seer, and I'm sure you all know what that is. Anyways, after the books were published predicting Mr. Potter's future, we had Ms. Rowling's memory replaced, making her think she was a muggle and wrote the books after the idea just popped into her head.
"So you took her memory away?" Amy asked, trying to wrap her head around it.
"Yes, but it's for the Wizarding World's own good. But I now know there's been a spell cast, making it seem like the books never even existed. Except for the few of you standing here, no one will remember them," Dumbledore answered, taking a pocket watch out of his pocket. "Oh, I had better get back to the school. There are still some things to get done at Hogwarts. I'll see you all on the first of October. The spell will wear off once you go back to where you were before." And with that, he Disapparated.
"What is going on?" I whispered to myself as I went back to sit on the bench, everything coming back to life around me.
Next time on "Hogwarts, Here We come!"
My parents walked in, my mother following my father and stood near the edge of my bed where I was sitting once again.
"We're sorry. It's just...well, we can't tell you. You have to find out for yourself. But it was for a good reason," My mother said. "But we do have something for you."
"What is it?" I asked as my dad held out his hand and put whatever was in it into my own hand. "It's a key."
"Your great grandmother gave it to us once you were born. It's your vault at Gringotts. Only you can open it," My dad said.
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