Through Her Eyes: The Other Potter

Part 4

Harry and I stayed behind at the Leaky Cauldron, Hagrid had one more stop to make for Dumbledore before returning to us.

He had already booked a room for us so we went straight upstairs. The room was cozy, and a small fire was burning in the hearth. I sat down on the floor cross legged, spreading out all of the things that we had bought.

Harry and I were finally able to take a good look at everything, the whirlwind of a day we had just had was wearing off. Harrys owl whom he named Hedwig, was perched in her cage, clearly happy to be out of that shop. Every once in awhile she would let out a happy hoot or chirp. She was very cute.

My cat circled our books, sniffing them all carefully. I hadn't picked a name for her yet, so for now, she was just cat to us.

We talked about all of our things, and everything we had seen today. There was such a brightness in my brothers eyes, he was filled with a child like joy. Joy that we were never able to feel at home. If you could call the Dursley's house a home.

As our conversation led into our wands, it began to become a lot more serious.

"Harry... Can we talk about your scar..? I mean... Mr.Ollivander said that a person gave it to you.. Not a car crash?" I asked, the whole situation was not sitting well with me.

Harrys eyes met mine, and he sighed deeply. "I have been thinking a lot about that. I suppose there were parts of our parents death that the Dursley's couldn't.. Or wouldn't tell us." He said, brushing his messy hair out of his eyes.

"Yes, but I feel like our parents being murdered is something worth mentioning! Even if they lied about the who and what's of it all." I said, standing up.

I paced back and forth in front of the fire, stopping near the window. I peered down out of it, faint lantern light lit Diagon Alley below us. It looked just as wonderful from up here.

I looked back at Harry, who was still sat on the floor. An array of books and potion making bits surrounding him. He glanced back at me, and our eyes met again. Bright green light, and a long solid scream played in my head.

My mouth went dry, and I felt dizzy. I sat down on the edge of the bed, trying to make sense of the thought I had just had. Harry quickly sat down beside me, as I cradled my forehead with my hand.

"Adi, what's wrong?" He asked, it was a bit of a dumb question and I think he knew it.

"It's just..." I thought about explaining it all to him, but my stomach had other plans. It let out a low grumble, and panged with hunger. "I just can't believe this is all happening." I whispered.

"I know.." He said, trailing off. "Why don't we go downstairs? Hagrid said he would meet us for dinner."

I nodded in agreement, thankful for food.

We sat down in the pub, and it was relatively quiet in there. A couple of old witches sat by the fire, knitting together magically. Which means they sat and talked over their soup, and the wool knit its self.

They had waved to us coming down the stairs, and called us over to them. They were very kind, and soft spoken. Introducing themselves as Agnes and Rosemary. They told us they had both lost people in the war, and thanked Harry for stopping someone. They referred to this person, or thing... As "He Who Must Not Be Named".

Harry looked between the two old women and myself, his face mirroring the shock on mine. We smiled awkwardly and went off.

Once we sat down at a table, I stared at Harry, not sure what to say.

Just then, Hagrid's booming voice filled the room. "Ah! There you two are! I was wondering where you had got off to." He joined our table, calling over someone who was working in the pub. We ordered some food, as well as a pint of some amber liquid for Hagrid.