A R C A N E | Harry Potter Story | Rewrite of Metanoia

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When Jamie woke up the next morning, she didn't open her eyes. She was back in the dorm room, she decided. The sound of the ocean was from Kit's latest anime and she's somehow fallen onto the floor in her sleep. That's why she couldn't feel her mattress beneath her. This was all a bad dream.

Someone was shaking her. It had to be Kit. The fingers were too small and too soft but that didn't matter. It was most definitely Kit.

She opened her eyes slowly, hoping to see bright brown eyes and pale skin. For a second she did, but then her vision cleared and she saw green eyes and a dark brown face. The bloom of hope growing wilted.

"Good," said Harry, smiling. "You're awake. Can you believe it? This isn't a dream! We're actually wizards! Also, Hagrid said that Mum and Dad kept all their money in this bank called Gringotts so we can pay for everything!"

"Thank the gods for small miracles," she muttered, getting up. Harry's face fell. "Turn around, will you? I need to change."

The clothes she had waiting for her were almost worse than the nightdress. The shirt was bright pink, had sequin butterflies plastered over it and was a size too small. The jeans weren't too bad but she had to cuff them many, many times to stop them from falling past her ankles.

"Could I borrow a shirt?" she asked. "I'm not wearing that one."

Harry nodded, looking confused as he handed Jamie one of his. It was huge, more like a dress than a t-shirt, but it was better than hers.

"Thanks, dude," she said, helping herself to one of the sausages Hagrid was cooking over the fire. The half-giant sat on the poor sofa, humming something while he turned the meat.

While Hagrid and Harry talked about Gringotts and their employment of goblins, Jamie quietly ate her food. She felt bad for Harry. She was icing him out but she couldn't help it! This was supposed to be a book character, not her brother! How was she supposed to act towards him?

After they finished eating, leaving some food for the Dursleys at Jamie's insistence, they made their way outside.

The sky was clear and the sea lapped at the rock innocently. If it wasn't for the battered shack, you'd never have thought a storm occurred the previous night.

There was a boat chained to the rock, with a lot of water at the bottom. Jamie quickly tipped it all out. If this was their way out, she wasn't getting soaked.

"How did you get here?" asked Harry, peering at the open ocean in all directions.

"Flew," Hagrid replied nonchalantly.

"Flew?"

"Yeah — but we'll go back in this. Not supposed to use magic now I've got you."

They settled down in the boat, Harry still staring at Hagrid, trying to imagine him flying.