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Chapter 3 : Things That Go Bump In The Night
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Lily Potter -- Georgie Henley
James Potter II -- Skandar Keynes
Albus Potter -- Logan Lerman
Rose Weasley -- Emma Stone
Hugo Weasley -- Will Poulter
Fred Weasley -- Roshon Fegan
Roxanne Weasley -- Katerina Graham
Molly Weasley -- Karen Gillan
Lucy Weasley -- Ellen Page
Victoire Weasley -- Amanda Seyfried
Dominique Weasley -- Saoirse Ronan
Louis Weasley -- William Moseley
Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter.
Chapter 2 - Things That Go Bump In The Night
For such a small town, the shopping area down by the docks was larger than expected. Shops and restaurants lined the cobblestone street that led down to the docks. Lily sighed as she walked along the street, looking around at the shops windows and street vendors selling their wares to tourists. The fourteen year old was now on her own, her cousins and siblings splitting off from the group they had come down here in whenever someone had spotted a shop that they fancied peeking in to. She herself had stopped and peeked into a couple of places and looked at some of the vendor’s carts, but so far she had yet to find anything that she wanted to buy.
“Hey,” a voice said just to her left and she glanced over to see Albus running over to catch up with her.
“Hey,” she responded, grinning at her brother. She spotted a small bag in his hand. “Guess you found something you liked in that shop?”
Albus laughed and nodded. “Yeah. Though it’s not for me. I saw it and thought that Maddie might like it.”
Lily smiled as the siblings continued to walk down the street. Madeline Palmer was a Hufflepuff in her brother’s year that he was friends with after he literally ran into her during his first year. Lily had met her a few times and liked the girl. She was a little quiet, but nice. In short, a true Hufflepuff.
She glanced off towards the sea at her right, watching as other teens played in the water down by the docks. In the distance, through the haze she could make out an island. “Hey,” she muttered, nudging Albus in the side with her elbow.
“Ow! What?” he asked, rubbing his side where she had elbowed him.
“Sorry,” she mumbled. She must have hit him harder then she thought. “Have you heard anything about that island?”
Albus frowned slightly, glanced towards the island in the distance and then shook his head. “No. Why?”
Lily looked away from the island and shrugged. “Just curious.”
“That would be Monk Island.”
Albus and Lily turned around to face the vender that they had passed while talking. The man appeared to be in his thirties and had a very slight accent. He had dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes that made Lily feel slightly uncomfortable. “I am sorry to startle you, I just couldn’t help but overhear your conversation.”
There was something about this man that Lily just couldn’t put her finger on. Something about him that she didn’t like. Though Albus must not have felt the same way as she did, for he simply waved it off. “It’s alright. What do you know about it?”
“Place is haunted,” he replied simply. “An old monk used to live there on his farm, but I guess he pissed someone off and they murdered him. They say his spirit haunts his farm.”
Albus frowned slightly. “Who says?”
The man shrugged. “Idiots that go out there on a dare.”
“Anyway,” Lily began as she started to pull her brother away from the vendor, eager to get out of there. There was just something about this guy that she really didn’t like. “Thanks for telling us about the island, but we gotta go.”
Albus frowned at her. “No, we don’t.”
“Yes, we do,” she said, glaring at her brother as she pulled him away from the cart. She sent a fake smile towards the vendor as she pulled her brother away, feeling the eyes of the man following her.
“What the hell was that all about?” Albus asked as they walked down the street away from the vendor.
Lily glanced back to see the man facing the opposite direction. “There was something off about him.”
“What?” Albus looked at her incredulously. “He seemed nice enough.”
“There’s just something about him I can’t put my finger on,” she responded, looking over at Albus.
Albus was cut off from replying when Dominique came out of a shop they were about to pass and smiled when she spotted them. She carried two large, white paper bags in her hands.
“I see someone has had some luck,” Albus commented as Dominique joined them and the three relatives continued walking down the street.
Dominique laughed. “Very. Their shoes were buy one, get one free.”
“Don’t tell your sister about it,” Lily said, glancing over at Dominique. “We’d never get her out of there.”
“Too late. She was in there before I was,” Dominique replied with a grin. “Any sign of James yet?”
Albus and Lily both shook their heads. “No. I think he’s still on the top bunk sulking.”
“He didn’t say anything as we were leaving either,” Lily added.
Dominique sighed. “That’s James. But really, he should have expected them to take his wand away. He broke the one rule that we had set for this trip.”
“Though he did just turned seventeen last month,” Lily pointed out. “And I’ve noticed a pattern in our family. As soon as they turn seventeen they get a bit…what’s the Muggle saying I’ve heard…oh, trigger happy.”
Dominique pursed her lips and Albus looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding. “Good point.”
Albus let out a soft groan. Who the hell had turned on the light in the middle of the night? Maybe James had decided to prank them all since he had been forced to give up his wand. The git had been asleep when they had arrived back at the hotel room that evening, which was extremely suspicious. James typically never went to bed before three in the morning during the summer holidays. Though that was true for all of them during the holidays. They would just all stay up late as a family, playing games (both Muggle and Wizarding) and sometimes even watching a movie on the television that their father had gotten when he was younger. Though heaven help anyone that tried to wake Albus the next morning and waking him in the middle of the night by having the lights on in the room was so wrong.
He opened his eyes and sat up in bed. “James would you…” the words died on his lips as his eyes focused on the source of the light. It was not the lights in the room as he expected. In fact, the room was still completely dark, except for the light emitting from a small bluish white ball hanging in the air before Albus. He frowned as he looked at the ball of light. “What the…”
Albus let out a soft gasp when he flew forward, right into his face and Albus felt a flash of fear. What was this thing and why did it seem like the light was inspecting him. It stayed in his face for a moment, making the rest of the room beyond it look even darker than before. Why was this thing interested in him and not anyone else? His breathing began to quicken and his heart pounded in his chest.
“James,” he called softly. All he got in response was a grunt from his brother in the bunk above him.
After a few moments that felt like an eternity to him, the ball moved back away from his face and Albus let out a sigh of relief. It went away, not completely but at least it was out of his face now. Now it was just sitting there again. Then, without warning it flew towards his chest.
“JAMES!” he yelled, his voice full of fear. Right into his chest the light went, disappearing into his body and the world around him went black.
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