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Chapter 5: Yule
December 21, 2091
One evening, as Harriet Powell was walking through the Common Room, she saw a group of older boys in dress robes that appeared to be waiting for something.
"What's going on here?" Harriet asked April Ackerley.
"The Yule Ball is tonight," observed April.
"Yule Ball?" asked Harriet.
"Yes. Every year there is a dance for the 4th years and up," replied April. "Though younger girls can go, if an older student asks them to go.
"Something to look forward to," mused Harriet.
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They were on their way home on the Hogwarts Express for the winter break. Harriet was sharing a compartment with her friends: April Ackerley, Dietre Skeeter and Red Foley. They were midway to Coventry when the cabin door opened. In the doorway stood Mike Malfoy and his two goons, Derrik Dursley and Randy Rookwood.
"Hi, I'm Mark Malfoy and I would like to once again remind you to vote for me for parliament. Have you met my Campaign Manager Randy? And this is Derrik my Press Secretary."
"Well I still think you're jumping the gun a bit," said Harriet. "But I'll keep you in mind in nine years."
"Harriet, April, Dietre, Red, it has been a pleasure speaking to you all and I hope you'll keep me in mind on election day," said Mark as he shook each of their hands.
After they left, Red turned to Harriet and said:
"Can you believe him, hiring that doofus, Dursley as his press secretary?"
"Well, think he'll hire someone better by the time he stands for election," mused Harriet.
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After saying goodbye to her friends at Coventry, Harriet caught the train to Surrey. It was what the Hogwarts Express appeared to be on the outside. It was a fifty-year-old maglev train. Each car consisted of a single compartment with seats on each side of an aisle.
The train had not gotten far before she realized that the boy across the aisle from her looked familiar.
"Don't I know you from school?" asked Harriet.
"Yeah, Paul Pettigrew, from Gryfindor and you are?"
"Harriet Powell from Ravenclaw. How far are you going?"
"Little Winging in Surrey," said Paul.
"Really? I live in East Horsley! That's nearby," said Harriet.
"Isn't that near the garbage mine?" asked Paul.
"Yeah, my mum works there," replied Harriet.
"Really! So does my dad!" exclaimed Paul. "What section does she work in?"
"Zinc reclamation," answered Harriet.
"Oh, that's too bad, I thought they might know each other," said Paul. "My dad works in Copper reclamation."
"My mother may know him anyway," said Harriet. "She really gets around. How come I haven't seen you before? Don't you live in company housing?"
"No, we live in an old house that we inherited from a distant uncle," said Paul. "Say, do you like pranks?"
As their voyage continued the two got to know each other better. Finally, just before they debarked the train, Harriet said:
"Just you watch, when we get there, my mom will be chatting up some strange man she just met."
As she predicted, Harriet's mother was indeed chatting with a man when they emerged from the platform.
"See, I told you," said Harriet.
"Hey! That's my dad!" exclaimed Paul.
"You two know each other?" asked Mr. Pettigrew.
"Yeah, dad, she goes to Hogwarts too," said Paul.
"Well, when Halley said that her daughter went to a boarding school I never guessed that she was a witch," said Mr. Pettigrew.
"What do you mean witch?" demanded Harriet's mom.
"We'll talk when we get home, mother," affirmed Harriet.
"You're damn right we will young lady," said Harriet's mom. "You are in big trouble!"
After putting on their burkas over their clothes, the two Powells walked back to the apartment in silence except for the pounding of feet and grinding of teeth. When they were finally home and had both shrugged out of there burkas, Halley Powell confronted her daughter.
"All right young lady! What do you mean going off to boarding school and how are you paying for it and what's all this crap about being a witch?"
"It's true," said Harriet as she pulled out her wand. "I am a witch. Wingardium Leviosa!"
Instantly, Harriet's burka started rising into the air off of the hanger.
"How are you doing this?" asked Harriet's mom as she tried to find the hidden wires.
"Magic," explained Harriet. "Hogwarts is a school for magic."
"Well you're not going back!" stated Harriet's mother. "I'm let going to let my daughter waste her life learning magic tricks! You need to prepare to get a real job!"
"Petrificus Totalus!" yelled Harriet in fury.
Instantly her mother went rigid and fell backwards to the floor. Harriet stepped over to her and looked into her mothers eyes, which were the only part of her body still capable to movement.
"Now look here mom, like it or not, I'm a witch now," threatened Harriet. "And I won't let you interfere with my education! There is nothing you can do to stop me, so don't bother trying! Now I'm going to release you now. Don't try anything or I'll do something nastier to you!"
As soon as Harriet released her, she looked at her daughter fearfully.
"What have you become?" asked her mother.
"Something wonderful," replied Harriet. "I'm a Witch! Most of our world is quite wondrous! But if I need to defend myself, I can."
"Um huh," said her mother, nodding.
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
After the winter holidays, the trip back to school was relatively uneventful. Harriet hung out with Paul Pettigrew on the way to Coventry and they went their separate ways after boarding the Hogwarts Express. Harriet rode in a car with April, Dietre and Red. And as usual, Mike Malfoy made a campaign stop on their compartment during the trip.
"Hey! What'cha reading?" asked Mike.
Dietre lowered his magazine and gazed at the Malfoy boy.
"It the Quibler," said Dietre.
"That old rag," quipped Mike.
"It's quite interesting," replied Dietre. "I'm reading an expose' on your family. According to this article, your ancestor, Lucius Malfoy was a minion of the Dark Lord of the time. They were called the Death Eaters."
"Nah uh," countered Mike.
"It's true," confirmed Dietre. "Not only that, his son, Draco Malfoy, was suspected of following the next Dark Lord, as a member of the Sons of the Serpent."
"You take that back!" demanded Mike Malfoy. "My family has never been nor will it ever be Dark!"
Chapter 5: Yule
December 21, 2091
One evening, as Harriet Powell was walking through the Common Room, she saw a group of older boys in dress robes that appeared to be waiting for something.
"What's going on here?" Harriet asked April Ackerley.
"The Yule Ball is tonight," observed April.
"Yule Ball?" asked Harriet.
"Yes. Every year there is a dance for the 4th years and up," replied April. "Though younger girls can go, if an older student asks them to go.
"Something to look forward to," mused Harriet.
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
They were on their way home on the Hogwarts Express for the winter break. Harriet was sharing a compartment with her friends: April Ackerley, Dietre Skeeter and Red Foley. They were midway to Coventry when the cabin door opened. In the doorway stood Mike Malfoy and his two goons, Derrik Dursley and Randy Rookwood.
"Hi, I'm Mark Malfoy and I would like to once again remind you to vote for me for parliament. Have you met my Campaign Manager Randy? And this is Derrik my Press Secretary."
"Well I still think you're jumping the gun a bit," said Harriet. "But I'll keep you in mind in nine years."
"Harriet, April, Dietre, Red, it has been a pleasure speaking to you all and I hope you'll keep me in mind on election day," said Mark as he shook each of their hands.
After they left, Red turned to Harriet and said:
"Can you believe him, hiring that doofus, Dursley as his press secretary?"
"Well, think he'll hire someone better by the time he stands for election," mused Harriet.
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
After saying goodbye to her friends at Coventry, Harriet caught the train to Surrey. It was what the Hogwarts Express appeared to be on the outside. It was a fifty-year-old maglev train. Each car consisted of a single compartment with seats on each side of an aisle.
The train had not gotten far before she realized that the boy across the aisle from her looked familiar.
"Don't I know you from school?" asked Harriet.
"Yeah, Paul Pettigrew, from Gryfindor and you are?"
"Harriet Powell from Ravenclaw. How far are you going?"
"Little Winging in Surrey," said Paul.
"Really? I live in East Horsley! That's nearby," said Harriet.
"Isn't that near the garbage mine?" asked Paul.
"Yeah, my mum works there," replied Harriet.
"Really! So does my dad!" exclaimed Paul. "What section does she work in?"
"Zinc reclamation," answered Harriet.
"Oh, that's too bad, I thought they might know each other," said Paul. "My dad works in Copper reclamation."
"My mother may know him anyway," said Harriet. "She really gets around. How come I haven't seen you before? Don't you live in company housing?"
"No, we live in an old house that we inherited from a distant uncle," said Paul. "Say, do you like pranks?"
As their voyage continued the two got to know each other better. Finally, just before they debarked the train, Harriet said:
"Just you watch, when we get there, my mom will be chatting up some strange man she just met."
As she predicted, Harriet's mother was indeed chatting with a man when they emerged from the platform.
"See, I told you," said Harriet.
"Hey! That's my dad!" exclaimed Paul.
"You two know each other?" asked Mr. Pettigrew.
"Yeah, dad, she goes to Hogwarts too," said Paul.
"Well, when Halley said that her daughter went to a boarding school I never guessed that she was a witch," said Mr. Pettigrew.
"What do you mean witch?" demanded Harriet's mom.
"We'll talk when we get home, mother," affirmed Harriet.
"You're damn right we will young lady," said Harriet's mom. "You are in big trouble!"
After putting on their burkas over their clothes, the two Powells walked back to the apartment in silence except for the pounding of feet and grinding of teeth. When they were finally home and had both shrugged out of there burkas, Halley Powell confronted her daughter.
"All right young lady! What do you mean going off to boarding school and how are you paying for it and what's all this crap about being a witch?"
"It's true," said Harriet as she pulled out her wand. "I am a witch. Wingardium Leviosa!"
Instantly, Harriet's burka started rising into the air off of the hanger.
"How are you doing this?" asked Harriet's mom as she tried to find the hidden wires.
"Magic," explained Harriet. "Hogwarts is a school for magic."
"Well you're not going back!" stated Harriet's mother. "I'm let going to let my daughter waste her life learning magic tricks! You need to prepare to get a real job!"
"Petrificus Totalus!" yelled Harriet in fury.
Instantly her mother went rigid and fell backwards to the floor. Harriet stepped over to her and looked into her mothers eyes, which were the only part of her body still capable to movement.
"Now look here mom, like it or not, I'm a witch now," threatened Harriet. "And I won't let you interfere with my education! There is nothing you can do to stop me, so don't bother trying! Now I'm going to release you now. Don't try anything or I'll do something nastier to you!"
As soon as Harriet released her, she looked at her daughter fearfully.
"What have you become?" asked her mother.
"Something wonderful," replied Harriet. "I'm a Witch! Most of our world is quite wondrous! But if I need to defend myself, I can."
"Um huh," said her mother, nodding.
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
After the winter holidays, the trip back to school was relatively uneventful. Harriet hung out with Paul Pettigrew on the way to Coventry and they went their separate ways after boarding the Hogwarts Express. Harriet rode in a car with April, Dietre and Red. And as usual, Mike Malfoy made a campaign stop on their compartment during the trip.
"Hey! What'cha reading?" asked Mike.
Dietre lowered his magazine and gazed at the Malfoy boy.
"It the Quibler," said Dietre.
"That old rag," quipped Mike.
"It's quite interesting," replied Dietre. "I'm reading an expose' on your family. According to this article, your ancestor, Lucius Malfoy was a minion of the Dark Lord of the time. They were called the Death Eaters."
"Nah uh," countered Mike.
"It's true," confirmed Dietre. "Not only that, his son, Draco Malfoy, was suspected of following the next Dark Lord, as a member of the Sons of the Serpent."
"You take that back!" demanded Mike Malfoy. "My family has never been nor will it ever be Dark!"
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