Hogarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy: Book 2

Chapter One: Of Wands and Witches

A/N: Lost all our notes, but we remember some of the stuff, and some things do come to us. Sorry this took so long! Well, here it is!

Disclaimer: We do not own the Harry Potter fandom, nor do we make any money from this.

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Myou and Ami walked across the street excitedly. They had been out of town since they got back from Hogwarts and had tried owling Harry letters, but the boy never replied. They thought that maybe his was just busy, so they were happy they would finally get to see him once more. Myou was the one to knock on the door and gave Vernon a bright smile when he answered. “Hello sir! How are you?” She asked politely.

The man smiled back down at her. “Oh, I suppose you are here to see Dudley. I’ll just go get him.”

“No,” Ami interjected, “We’re here to see Harry.”

At this, Vernon froze, his brow furrowed in confused anger, “And just why would you want to see the boy?” He bit out.

Blinking in her own confusion, Myou answered, “Well, we became friends at the school and all, so we just figured - ”

Vernon cut her off, his face growing purple and red in rage, “So you are freaks too then?” He roared before slamming the door in their face, “You are not welcome here!” He yelled through the door, storming away.

The twins just stared at the door blinking. Never, ever had they thought that Vernon disliked Harry because he was a wizard. “Come on,” Myou whispered, “We’ll go to Harry’s window.” They treaded around the house quietly, then gasped when they saw the bars across their friends window. “We have to get him out!” Myou growled. “Come on, we’ll floo over to the burrow and see if Ron knows what to do.”

Ami nodded absently looking up at the bars. The twins made their way own. “Mom!” Ami called out.

Their mother smiled at them, rubbing her hands on her apron. “Back so soon? Was Harry not home?”

The twins looked at each other. “He’s at Ron’s place. We’re going to floor there, alright?” They decided it was best not to tell their mother. She agreed and got the floo powder for them and they headed to the living room where Haru and Kisho were playing video cams and petting the vampire cat (which their mother was not to happy about when they brought her home).

“Where are you going!?” Kisho asked excited, jumping up and bouncing from foot to foot. “Can we go, please, oh can we?”

Myou looked at Ami, who looked at Myou, who looked at their mom, who was smiling down at her sons. Both rolled their eyes as their mother agreed. “Yes, of course. But you have to be back soon - we still have to go to Diagon Alley and get your things,” She reminded, handing them the bag of powder.

It was still early morning, and the Weasley family had just sat down for breakfast, which was, as always, a very nosy affair. Alexis, George, and Fred were all sitting together, teasing Ron about the boy worrying over Harry. Ginny was listening intently, blushing any time the boy’s name was mentioned, Percy was fully dressed in his robes - god only knows why - and was even wearing his prefect badge, and the parents were whispering sweet things to each other, ignoring the ruckus around them.

However, everyone stopped and turned as a form rolled out of the fire place, covered in soot and coughing. “Hey,” Myou said in between her coughs, as she stood and brushed herself off. Before she could move, however, she was hit from behind and fell once more as Kisho landed on top of her. “You weigh a ton!” She groaned, pushing him to the side. Haru was next, but he did not fall or get covered in soot. He simply walked from the fire place, laughing at his siblings. It died down when Ami ran into him.

“I’m going to be sick!” The oldest child moaned, a hand over her mouth as she climbed off her brother.

“Guys! You should have sent an owl first,” Ron said quickly, running over to them.

“No, dear, it’s quite alright!” His mother smiled and the rest of the family walked over.

“Myou, Ami!” Alexis squealed, happily. “Now we can throw a party! Oh wait,” She put a finger to he chin, contemplating something, “Never mind, we need cool people to throw a party…”

Myou laughed and pushed Alexis’ should gently. “Now I see how much those long dark nights together meant!” She teased.

“What!?” Mrs. Weasley squeaked out in horror.

Arthur shook his head, “Now Molly, it’s just a joke,…” He trailed off. “Now, is there something we can do you for?” He asked, placing his hands in his pockets and standing on his heels. “Or is his just a social call then?”

Ami shrugged her shoulders, looking to the ground, “Myou just wanted to talk to Ron for a moment,” She mumbled, taking a seat in one of the dusty chairs. “We have to go soon.”

So, Myou took Ron up into his room. When they were alone, she whispered, “We have to rescue Harry!”

The red head’s eyes widened, “Harry! Rescue! Is that why he hasn’t been answering my letters? What happened?” He spoke quickly, his voice rising.

“Shhh!” Myou growled, “Vernon - his uncle - locked him away! He said we were freaks! He is a terrible muggle man.” She said, shaking her fists. “Can you do anything?” She then asked gently, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder.

He thought for a moment. “Fred and George. They’ll know what to do! You leave it up to us.”

Myou pulled him in for a tight hug, tears in her eyes. “That man is just so terrible!” She sobbed quietly, “I just hate him so much. He called us freaks! Freaks! Never before in all my life has someone called me a freak. And to think that Harry is behind bars!”


Draco paced back and forth in his room angrily. Not only had harry Potter not been kicked out of school for trotting around after hours, oh no, he had been awarded points and won the house cup. Needless to say when Draco got home his father was not at all pleased. Now, the youngest Malfoy was in his room seething. “Damn that Harry Potter! He doesn’t belong in Hogwarts,” He growled. He also noted how his time away from Maye was making him rather normal again, thank god.

“Dobby has brought you the tea you wanted Sir,” Draco’s house elf whimpered from the doorway, holding a platter. “If Dobby may say, he agrees. Harry Potter should not be allowed at Hogwarts.” Dobby always spoke his mind around the child, as the boy often liked to hear that people agreed with him, he had found. “It is not safe for Harry Potter.” He then added as he set the tray down on the boy’s dresser.

Draco glared at him, ready to give him a lashing, when he suddenly got a marvelous idea. “Dobby, you are right!” He said, giving his best depressed look. “I’m afraid for the poor boy’s safety. He has been through so much already.” He add, picking up his cup of tea and taking a sip. “It’s a shame I can’t convince him to stay here - he is just too stubborn.”

Dobby nodded sympathetically. “Yes, Sir!”

“I wonder…” Draco paused and bit his lip for effect. “Could you possibly find a way to stop him from going?”

Confused, Dobby cocked his head to the side. “You wish for Dobby to stop Mr. Harry Potter?”

The blonde nodded eagerly. “Yes, Dobby. Oh yes. I want you to do whatever you can to stop him. There is a plot brewing, a great and terrible plot!” He waved his arms for dramatic effect, then added, “But you cannot tell Potter that I sent you, or what family you belong to, not under any circumstances. Does Dobby understand?”

Dobby seem rather delighted, making it hard for Draco to not smirk or laugh, “Oh, yes Sir! Dobby is honored! He will make sure Harry Potter does not make it to Hogwarts! Dobby will start thinking of ways right away!” As Dobby left the room, he didn’t notice the way Draco started to snicker.

The first thing Dobby did, was pay a visit to the Dursleys. It was in the middle of the day when he appeared in the living room, surprising the aunt who was watering her flowers.

She gave a startled gasp and fell over, looking at the creature in wonder. “What are you?” She asked in a gastily voice.

Dobby bowed his head, “Dobby is a house elf, ma’am. Dobby has a warning for you,” He paused, worrying the edge of the pillowcase her was wearing. “You must not let Mr. Harry Potter return to Hogwarts.” He said quietly, his eyes darting around him.

Petunia was glad her husband wasn’t here to hear this. Quickly, she blurted out, “Just what in heavens name are you talking about! He loves that place,” It was true that Petunia did think that Harry was a freak, like her sister. But it was also true that he was family - the reason she had convinced her husband to take him in. While she didn’t like Harry very much, she did love him.

The house elf gave a sad look and shook his head, “Oh, no ma’am, he can’t come back! There is a terrible plot rising to do him harm - to murder him.”

She bit her lip, “To kill him, Harry? How do you suggest I stop him…from…going…” Vernon would forbid it, certainly he would, if Harry acted out in any way. Also, if Harry’s friends didn’t write, she was sure he wouldn’t want to go back. “Listen, Dobby,” She kneeled down to the elf’s level, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Could you…take Harry’s letters before they get here?”

The elf nodded, his ears flopping wildly. “’That would be easy, ma’am.”

The woman nodded, “In a few months, we will have a guest. Talk to Harry and warn him. If he doesn’t agree…” She looked around, thinking, “I’ll make a pudding. Smash the pudding while the guests are here, then Vernon will forbid him to go back. In the mean time, take his letters.”

Dobby looked apologetic, “Dobby can do this, Dobby just hopes he can get Harry potter to agree before it come to that.

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Harry sat down in the back yard and sang a happy birthday song to himself. It had been months since he had left Hogwarts. Months and not one letter had come to him. None of his friends had bothered to ask how he was, or what he was doing. Even Myou and Ami hadn’t come for a visit - though he didn’t think they had been to the house since they got back. Harry just needed something, anything, to let him know it hadn’t been a dream.

He had thought about unlocking Hedwig’s cage by magic and sending a letter off so many times it drove him mad. But he couldn’t risk it - couldn’t risk being expelled from Hogwarts. But he needed something to tell him it had all been real - even a visit from Draco Malfoy would make him happy right now.

“H…Harry.”

Harry turned to his Aunt Petunia, and his eyes went wide when he say the people with her, “Myou! Ami! What are you doing here!?” He asked, running over to the girls. “My uncle said…he said you weren’t allowed. Since you’re witches and all.”

“We will not be telling him about this,” His aunt spat out, “Now go inside, all of you.” She then added, a bit nicer.

Harry walked in front of his aunt with the two girls, Myou leaning in to whisper, “We’ve been sick with worry! Your aunt came over last night and said it was your birthday today and we should come when your uncle left.”

Harry cast a side glance at his aunt, who was following them, then turned back to Myou, “I don’t understand at…” His voice caught in his throat as they reached the kitchen. “Are those…” He ran his fingers over a package wrapped in bright colored paper. Thee was a bout ten in total, he supposed. “Are they…I mean…for me?” He looked up at his aunt and he thought he say a flash of a small smile before she scowled.

“Well hurry it up then,” She said, glancing towards the clock. “Vernon will be home in a few hours and we still have to eat cake.”

“Here Harry,” Myou said, handing him a present he had missed from under the table. “I floo’ed to Diagon Alley to get the set! Oh, well, just open it!”

And Harry did. He tore it open to reveal a box. On the inside, was a set of broomstick riding gear for Quidditch players, such as gloves and knees pads. Harry smiled brightly and pulled Myou into a hug, crushing her against him. After thanking her profusely, he began to open all of his presents and was surprise about how good they were. Most where muggle items (he supposed Petunia had bought some, which shocked him to no end) but each one he cherished like nothing else, mainly because it was the fist act of kindness his aunt ever showed him.

After they ate the cake - which he found was home baked and delicious, his aunt did the dishes and told him, “Go let that blasted owl out! If she gets out right now, maybe she’ll be quiet while our gests are her.” She handed him a key and he stared at her for a moment.

He had judged her all wrong, now he was sue of that. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.” He said to Myou and Ami.

“We actually have to go now,” Ami said, looking around cautiously, “I’m not feeling that great.” She wasn’t exactly lying,: she was feeling upset. She just didn’t want to be alone in a room with Harry - not that she didn’t trust Harry - she just wasn’t ready for something like that. Not yet. So soon.

Harry saw them out, then turned to his aunt as he leaned against the wall. “So…you all of the suddenly like me now?” He asked, deciding to be forward instead of just accepting the change. “After 12 years, you now like me?”

She glared down at him, “I loved you when you couldn’t talk, walk, or crawl, you know,” She spat out angrily, she then softened her gaze a tad bit - but not much, “Besides, with you away at that school, I finally get some peace and quite around here. This is my way of thanking you, I suppose.” Petunia then returned to cleaning and ignored his presence for the rest of the day.

That night, Harry had been down stairs in the garden when the guest arrived. He was quickly ushered up the stairs and when he got to his room, he found something sitting on his bed. H stared at the creature for a moment before it slipped off the bed and bowed so low the floo, the tip of it’s nose touched the hardwood.

“Harry Potter!” Dobby spoke in such a high-pitched voice Harry was sure would carry down the stairs. “So long has Dobby wanted to meet you, sir . . . Such an honor it is. . . .”

“Th-thank you,” The brunette coughed out, edging along the wall and sinking into his desk chair, next to Hedwig, who was asleep in her large cage. “Who are you?” He asked, not even sure Dobby was a ‘who’.

“Dobby, sir. Just Dobby. Dobby the house-elf,” The creature replied with an eager nod of his head, staring in amazement at Harry.

“Oh — really? Er — I don’t want to be rude or anything, but — this isn’t a great time for me to have a house-elf in my bedroom.” The boy rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, his eyes darting to his bedroom door, hoping the people downstairs could not hear them. Aunt Petunia’s high, false laugh sounded from the living room. The elf hung his head, also worried.

“Not that I’m not pleased to meet you,” The boy added rather quickly “but, er, is there any particular reason you’re here?”

“Oh, yes, sir,” He nodded his head fiercely, remembering that he was not here to ogle the boy-who-lived. “Dobby has come to tell you, sir . . . it is difficult, sir . . . Dobby wonders where to begin . . .”

“Sit down,” Harry said politely, pointing at the bed.

To his horror, Dobby started to sob loudly, tears falling from his eyes and soaking the carpet. “S-sit down!” Dobby cried loudly. “Never . . . never ever . . .”

Harry thought he heard the voices downstairs falter. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I didn’t mean to offend you or anything —”

“Offend Dobby!” Dobby choked on his breathe, never was he treated this way, even if Draco was somewhat decent with him. “Dobby has never been asked to sit down by a wizard — like an equal —”

Harry, trying to say “Shh!” and look comforting at the same time, ushered Dobby back onto the bed where he sat hiccoughing.. At last he managed to control himself, and sat with his great eyes fixed on Harry in an expression of watery adoration. “You can’t have met many decent wizards,” Harry spoke softly, in a soothing voice, trying to cheer the elf up.

Dobby shook his head, but then, without warning, he leapt up and started banging his head furiously on the window, shouting, “Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!” He was never supposed to talk bad about the Malfoy’s. Never ever.

“Don’t — what are you doing?” Harry growled as he grabbed for the elf to make him stop — Hedwig had woken up with a particularly loud screech and was beating her wings wildly against the bars of her cage.

“Dobby had to punish himself, sir,” He was dizzy as he spoke, and he was slightly cross-eyed. “Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, sir. . . .”

Harry thought to make polite conversation and asked. “Your family?”

Dobby nodded absently. “The wizard family Dobby serves, sir. . . . Dobby is a house elf — bound to serve one house and one family forever. . . .”

Harry hummed and furrowed his brow. “Do they know you’re here?”

Dobby shuddered as he remembered what Draco had told him. “Oh, no, sir, no . . . Dobby will have to punish himself most grievously for coming to see you, sir. Dobby will have to shut his ears in the oven door for this. If they ever knew, sir —”

“But won’t they notice if you shut your ears in the oven door?” Harry interrupted him in horror.

The elf shook his head, thinking it was the funniest thing he had ever hear. They never noticed Dobby. “Dobby doubts it, sir. Dobby is always having to punish himself for something, sir. They lets Dobby get on with it, sir. Sometimes they reminds me to do extra punishments. . . .”

The-boy-who-lived was horrified. His eyes widened and he asked, “But why don’t you leave? Escape?”

Dobby sighed and his ears dropped a bit. “A house-elf must be set free, sir. And the family will never set Dobby free . . . Dobby will serve the family until he dies, sir. . . .” He explained, trying to not cry.

Harry stared. “And I thought I had it bad staying here for another four weeks,” he said. “This makes the Dursleys sound almost human. Can’t anyone help you? Can’t I?” Harry groaned and wished he hadn’t spoken as Dobby dissolved again into wails of gratitude. “Please,” Harry whispered frantically, “please be quiet. If the Dursleys hear anything, if they know you’re here —”

But Dobby wasn‘t listening. “Harry Potter asks if he can help Dobby . . . Dobby has heard of your greatness, sir, but of your goodness, Dobby never knew. . . .” He whimpered, shaking his head.

Harry started to blush profusely. “Whatever you’ve heard about my greatness is a load of rubbish. I’m not even top of my year at Hogwarts; that’s Hermione, she —” He suddenly stopped, a lump in his throat. None of his friend has even owled him since he left. Thinking about them made his chest hurt.

“Harry Potter is humble and modest,” Dobby said reverently, his orb-like eyes aglow. “Harry Potter speaks not of his triumph over He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named —”

“Voldemort?”

Dobby clapped his hands over his bat ears and whimpered at the word. “Ah, speak not the name, sir! Speak not the name!” He wailed.

“Sorry, I know lots of people don’t like it. My friend Ron —” He stopped again. Thinking about Ron was painful, too.

Dobby leaned toward Harry, “Dobby heard tell,” he said hoarsely, “that Harry Potter met the Dark Lord for a second time, just weeks ago . . . that Harry Potter escaped yet again.” Harry nodded and Dobby’s suddenly was crying once more, silently this time though. “Ah, sir,” he gasped, dabbing his face with a corner of the grubby pillowcase he was wearing. “Harry Potter is valiant and bold! He has braved so many dangers already! But Dobby has come to protect Harry Potter, to warn him, even if he does have to shut his ears in the oven door later. . . .” He paused and bit his lip, then whispered fiercely. “Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts.”

There was a deafening silence. Then, “W-what?” Harry stammered. “But I’ve got to go back — term starts on September first. It’s all that’s keeping me going. You don’t know what it’s like here. I don’t belong here. I belong in your world — at Hogwarts.” Harry couldn’t think of anything more terrible then not going back to his true home.

“No, no, no,” The elf shook his head, making his giant ears flap. “Harry Potter must stay where he is safe. He is too great, too good, to lose. If Harry Potter goes back to Hogwarts, he will be in mortal danger.” He then nodded, looking up at Harry with wide, innocent eyes.

Harry‘s own eyes widened and he ask, “Why?”

“There is a plot, Harry Potter. A plot to make most terrible things happen at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year,” When Draco told him, he had already known, overhearing for the Father what was going to be done. “Dobby has known it for months, sir. Harry Potter must not put himself in peril. He is too important, sir!”

“What terrible things?” said Harry at once. “Who’s plotting them?” Dobby made a funny choking noise and then banged his head frantically against the wall. “All right!” The boy then cried in frustration grabbing the elf ’s arm to stop him. “You can’t tell me. I understand. But why are you warning me?” A sudden, unpleasant thought struck him. “Hang on — this hasn’t got anything to do with Vol — sorry — with You-Know-Who, has it? You could just shake or nod,” He spoke quickly as Dobby’s head tilted worryingly close to the wall again. Slowly, Dobby shook his head. “Not — not He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, sir —”

But Dobby’s eyes were wide and he seemed to be trying to give Harry a hint.

Harry, however, was completely lost. “He hasn’t got a brother, has he?”

Dobby shook his head, his eyes wider than ever. How much he wanted to tell that his own family was going to be the cause of the peril, but he knew he could not.

“Well then, I can’t think who else would have a chance of making horrible things happen at Hogwarts, I mean, there’s Dumbledore, for one thing — you know who Dumbledore is, don’t you?” Harry asked suddenly, wondering if the elf knew anything about the world outside of his house.
Dobby bowed his head. “Albus Dumbledore is the greatest headmaster Hogwarts has
ever had. Dobby knows it, sir. Dobby has heard Dumbledore’s powers rival those of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named at the height of his strength. But, sir” — Dobby’s voice dropped to an urgent whisper — “there are powers Dumbledore doesn’t . . . powers no decent wizard . . .” And before Harry could stop him, Dobby bounded off the bed, seized Harry’s desk lamp, and started beating himself around the head with earsplitting yelps, he almost spoke ill of the Malfoy‘s once more. A sudden silence fell downstairs.

Two seconds later Harry, heard thudding madly, heard Uncle Vernon coming into the hall, calling, “Dudley must have left his television on again, the little tyke!”

“Quick! In the closet!” Harry growled stuffing Dobby in, shutting the door, and flinging himself onto the bed just as the door handle turned.

“What — the — devil — are — you — doing?” Uncle Vernon gritted his teeth, his face horribly close to Harry’s. “You’ve just ruined the punch line of my Japanese golfer joke. . . .One more sound and you’ll wish you’d never been born, boy!” He stomped flat-footed from the room, making sue to not slam on his way out, as to not alert his guest downstairs.

Harry was shaking and quivering with fear as he let Dobby out of the closet. “See what it’s like here?” he hissed with tears burning his eyes. “See why I’ve got to go back to Hogwarts? It’s the only place I’ve got — well, I think I’ve got friends.”

Dobby looked at Harry slyly and asked, “Friends who don’t even write to Harry Potter?”

“I expect they’ve just been — wait a minute,” The boy suddenly frowned and turned his eyes to the elf. “How do you know my friends haven’t been writing to me?”

Dobby shuffled his feet nervously, looking to the floor. “Harry Potter mustn’t be angry with Dobby. Dobby did it for the best —”

Harry grew angry and barked out quietly, “Have you been stopping my letters?”

“Dobby has them here, sir,” Stepping nimbly out of Harry’s reach, he pulled a thick wad of envelopes from the inside of the pillowcase he was wearing; there must have been a hundred or so. Harry could make out Hermione’s neat writing, Ron’s untidy scrawl, and even a scribble that looked as though it was from the Hogwarts gamekeeper, Hagrid. Dobby blinked anxiously up at Harry. “Harry Potter mustn’t be angry. . . . Dobby hoped . . . if Harry Potter thought his friends had forgotten him . . . Harry Potter might not want to go back to school, sir. . . .” Harry wasn’t listening. He made a grab for the letters, but Dobby jumped out of reach. “Harry Potter will have them, sir, if he gives Dobby his word that he will not return to Hogwarts. Ah, sir, this is a danger you must not face! Say you won’t go back, sir!” He threatened, waving the letters out of the boy’s reach

“No,” Harry growled. “Give me my friends’ letters!”

Dobby looked dishearten and spoke in a sad tone “Then Harry Potter leaves Dobby no choice,” Before Harry could move, Dobby had darted to the bedroom door, pulled it open, and sprinted down the stairs. Mouth dry, stomach lurching, Harry sprang after him, trying not to make a sound. He jumped the last six steps, landing catlike on the hall carpet, looking around for Dobby.

From the dining room he heard Uncle Vernon saying, “. . . tell Petunia that very funny story about those American plumbers, Mr. Mason. She’s been dying to hear . . .”

Harry ran up the hall into the kitchen and felt his stomach disappear. Aunt Petunia’s masterpiece of a pudding, the mountain of cream and sugared violets, was floating up near the ceiling. On top of a
cupboard in the corner crouched Dobby.

“No,” croaked Harry. “Please . . . they’ll kill me. . . .” He whimpered, edging closer to where the elf was.

Dobby gave an apologetic look. “Harry Potter must say he’s not going back to school —”

Shaking his head, Harry spoke, “Dobby . . . please . . .”

The elf also shook his head. “Say it, sir —”

Looking to the floor, shoulders slumped in sorrow, Harry spoke softly, tears stinging his eyes “I can’t —”

Dobby gave him a tragic look. “Then Dobby must do it, sir, for Harry Potter’s own good.” The pudding fell to the floor with a heart-stopping crash. Cream splattered the windows and walls as the dish shattered. With a crack like a whip, Dobby vanished, back to the safety of the Malfoy manor. He went to Draco’s room and knocked on the door. “Tis Dobby Sir.”

The blonde pulled the oak door open as fast as he could, trying to hide his smirk. “Is it done!?”

The elf paused, then nodded. “Dobby believes so sir. But Dobby will continue to watch Mr. Harry Potter just in case.” The door was slammed in his face and Draco gave a triumphed yell in his room.


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Kisho shifted from foot to foot excitedly as he stood in Ollivander’s Wand Shop next to his family. “Can I go first?” He asked, looking up at his mom with wide, hopeful eyes.

Haru rolled his own eyes, “Go, I could care less.” He said un-enthusiastically, his hands in his pockets and his back slouched over.

Happy, the younger of the twins ran of to the front counter, where Mr. Ollivander was smiling at him in amusement. “I’ve done wandless magic,” He started, “I’m definitely a leader, and I talk to animals” He smiled brightly, then frowned when the old wizard gave him a confused look.

“You talk to animals?” He asked slowly, making sure he heard the young boy right.

Kisho grew hot in the face, embarrassed. “Well, I talked to a snake before,” He looked back at his parents worried, “I didn’t want you to think I was a freak, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. That’s how the snake got into the teachers drawer.”

Ollivander’s eyes grew wide, “Kisho,” He whispered, bending over the desk, “It might be better if you didn’t tell anyone you talk to snakes. While some wizards are Parselmouth - meaning they can talk to snakes - it is a trait that is rare and sometimes…frowned upon.” He then leaned back and smiled brightly once more, trying to sooth the now scared boy, “I think I have the wand for you, though my boy! Wait right here.”

Haru stepped forward and held his brothers hand. “It’s ok, he didn’t think you were a freak,” He said comfortingly. They jumped when a crash came from the back of the store and a dust cloud could be seen. “Think he’s ok?” Haru asked right before the dirt covered form of Ollivander appeared once more.

“Ah, here it is!” He said cheerfully, “Made it 126 years ago. I was loosing hope anyone would be able to handle it.” The box was very long and had a pictation of a snake on it, a snake with glowing red eyes. “Now, this is very, very special. More so then your sisters. Chestnut, 10”, but it’s core is what is so special. It contains a claw of a basilisk.” He opened the box and inside it sat a smooth wand that held curves like a slithering snake and was a deep dark black in color.

Kisho gulped and reached down, his hands glazing over it. In his mind, he could hear the hissing of the basilisk, urging him away, taunting him, threatening his life. “Stop it!” He growled out loud, but everyone looked at him in shock - except Haru, as he had heard it before - as the boy spoke in Parseltongue instead. Instantly the voice in his head calmed and he relaxed, holding the wand firmly. He gave it a wave a light shone at the tip, but dimmed after a moment. He looked up at Ollivander and smiled. “I like it!”

Ollivander grinned down at him, “Just like I thought! Good job my boy, now you,” He added, turning towards the older twin. “Tell me about your self! Talk to snakes do you? Wandless magic at all, hm?”

Haru shrugged his shoulders shyly. “Wandless magic, sure.” He spoke softly, looking to the floor, “But I’m not lucky enough to talk to snakes.” He glanced at his brother, smiling.

The older wizard’s brow furrowed. “Anything else? A bit shy, aren’t you? Anything special or…tragic happen when you were younger,” At the last question he looked up to the parents.

Their parents exchanged a look. Mrs. Belfair bit her lip, then spoke slowly, “There was one thing. They boys were only 6, and the girls only 7.” She paused and worried her lip once more. “We were all out after school one day for ice cream…”

Haru’s eyes glazed over, “Yeah, there was a man…with a gun…he shot the person behind the cash register…I had nightmares for months.”

Eyes wide, Ollivander nodded. “I see, I see. I think…” He tapped his chin with a finger, “I might just have the wand for you.” He went to a make shelf and pulled out his own want, then levitated a box down to him from the top shelf. When he came back over, Haru could see it was a stone box with a carving of a very frightening looking Pegasus-type creature, only this creature was black instead of snow white, and had a skeleton for a body and a head like a dragon. Ollivander smiled sadly and started to open the box, “Poplar, only 7½, but the core is special. Made from the tail hair of a Thestral. They are special creatures. Only a person who has seen death can see them.”

The wand, despite the fact that the creature was of darkness, was pure white. It wasn’t straight, but no where near as smooth as Kisho’s was. Haru bent forward to pick it up, and he could hear hoof beats rumbling in his mind, and the long neigh of a horse. He closed his eyes and sighed before he opened them and waved the wand fireworks erupted from the tip into the room in the form of animals, dancing to the ceiling and down again. Kisho smiled to Haru, who smiled to Ollivander, who was smiling at the two of them. “I like it!” Haru announced.

“Alright dears, go with your father to the book store while I pay for the wands,” Their mother said, ushering them out with their dad.

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“Get me closer!” Ron hissed to his brother, who was driving the flying car, well, hovering the flying next to Harry’s window. Ron reached out and pulled himself closer before rattling on the bars - he couldn’t believe they put bars on the window - and calling Harry’s name. “Harry, Harry!”

The brunette opened his eyes groggily, then gasped once he saw Ron their. “Ron! What are you doing…and how are you doing it!” He whispered our franticly, running over to the window. The boy’s jaw almost hit the floor as he noticed that Ron was leaning out the window of an old car, flown - flown - by Fred and George.

“We’re busting you out! Myou came by and told us what they are doing to you,” Ron said, tying some rope around the bars.

Harry shook his head, “But won’t you get in trouble…you know, for enchanting the car to fly?”

It was George who answered with a snort, “We didn’t enchant the car, our father did. We’re just…borrowing it.” He said with a wink.

“If they wake up, I’m dead,” Harry said quickly, grabbing Hedwig’s cage. Ron called to him, asking him if he was ready, and Harry nodded fiercely. He wanted more then anything to leave this place. When the bars were safely in the back of the car, Ron turned to him once more.

“Get in,” The red head urged.

Harry suddenly panicked, “But all my Hogwarts stuff — my wand — my broomstick —”

“Where is it?” Fred asked, cutting him off.

“Locked in the cupboard under the stairs, and I can’t get out of this room —”

“No problem,” It was George who interrupted this time. “Out of the way, Harry.” Fred and George climbed catlike through the window into Harry’s room. You had to hand it to them, thought Harry, as George took an ordinary hairpin from his pocket and started to pick the lock.

“A lot of wizards think it’s a waste of time, knowing this sort of Muggle trick,” Fred commented with a goofy smile “but we feel they’re skills worth learning, even if they are a bit slow.” There was a small click and the door swung open. “So — we’ll get your trunk — you grab anything you need from your room and hand it out to Ron,”

“Watch out for the bottom stair — it creaks,” Harry warn him as he started to franticly gather his stuff around his room. He started passing things to Ron to place in the back seat of the car. Once he was done. He ran down the stairs - taking them two at a time - to help Fred and George collect his school things. He helped the twin’s carry the stuff slowly back up the land, cautiously up the landing. He heard his aunt cough once, then twice, and froze for a minute. Once he was sure she was back to sleep, they continued. At last, panting, they reached the landing, then carried the trunk through Harry’s room to the open window. Fred climbed back into the car to pull with Ron, and Harry and George pushed from the bedroom side. Inch by inch, the trunk slid through the window.

“One good push,” George said as he and Harry struggled to get in the car. Finally, they threw their shoulders against the trunk and it slid out of the window into the back seat of the car; unfortunately, it hit Hedwig’s cage, and the owl started to shriek loudly.

“THAT RUDDY OWL!” Uncle Vernon’s voice roared as he stormed down the hallway. The man banged on the unlocked door and it flew open. For a moment him and Aunt Petunia stood there and shock, staring at the foursome with wide eyes.

Then, Aunt Petunia flew forward, screaming, “He’s getting away!”

George made it into the car like lightening, but just as Harry was about to jump out the window, his aunt’s hand clamped around his wrist. Ron, Fred, and George all reached out and grabbed Harry, giving a gigantic tug, making Petunia release her grip on Harry’s wrist as he was pulling into the car. The last thing Harry saw as he was flying away was Petunia’s face, tears in her eyes for an unknown reason.

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