Fifth Disaster |Harry Potter|

3.

I hid in my room for an hour, not wanting to deal with my brother's fury (he could be mean when angry and I was ticklish, something he knew unfortunately. The meanie guy).

In my bed, there was a big gift box. I was a bit suspicious at first, thinking it was a prank but remembered dad said I had another present so I opened the box, my lips stretching into a wide smile when I saw the content. I ignored the card, knowing already who it was from.

I gasped when I pulled out a copy of a storybook. Red Riding Hood. I giggled in excitement, looking toward the box and seeing another book, the twelve dancing princesses. But what was more exciting was that it wasn't those kid versions. These were the Grimm Brothers' versions. Dad knew me pretty well.

He knew I didn't like the Disney versions. When they first came out, dad had rented them and we all watched it but apparently, six year old me found the stories silly. My cousin Stacey had been amused by that and one day, she showed me the real versions which I completely adored, no matter how creepy they were. They were a bit more realistic though (if you call horrible deaths realistic, that's it). Stacey lives in America and as of now, she is fifteen and has a peculiar taste for dramatic and dark stories which probably was the only thing we shared in common and why I didn't dislike her that much.

I knew mum wouldn't agree with my dad's choice of presents, considering she did call the original versions creepy and too dark for a girl my age so I hid them under my bed.

"Kate!" I looked up, listening to mom's voice. "Can you come down, honey? You have a visitor"

I frowned in confusion but shrugged to myself.

~8~

To say I wasn't expecting an old man with a long beard as my visitor was an understatement.

Dad was sitting across the old man in the couch while Mike sat in the middle of them in an individual seat, his eyebrows were furrowed as he kept glancing between the old man who had a calm smile on his face and my dad. The old man also wore a weird long, purple dress that really looked good on him and matched his white beard which it was long, reaching closely pass his chest that he reminded me of Santa Claus.

Mum had been expecting me at the end of the stairs with a forced smile, looking slightly worried. I looked between the three of them, noticing dad also looked tense but the old man was as calm and comfortable in the couch as if this was his home and not a stranger's. His fingers in his lap would move briefly as if playing an invisible piano every few seconds. Weird.

He looked at me when he heard me come in and his blue eyes behind half moon glasses seemed to tinkle. I felt a little uncomfortable so I teared my eyes away from him and to mum.

"Kate, sweetheart" Dad broke the silence, "This is Professor Dumble-"

I furrowed my eyebrows when he abruptly stopped talking, staring at me with slight wide eyes. I looked at mom confused and questionably.

Mike coughed, "Hair"

I touched my hair, immediately understanding and glanced down to see the tips of my hair had turned blonde. I looked up at Professor Dumble, waiting for the judgment. Mum and dad always reminded me to not show how my hair changed colors in front of others, not wanting them to call me freak and make fun of me.

Professor Dumble oddly enough was smiling as if surprised but pleasantly surprised. There was a tinkle of amusement and curiosity in his eyes. I returned the smile, surprised. I tapped my fingers on my side with one hand, grabbing a strand of hair, glaring at the blonde shade, sure that I had it under control before coming down here. I pouted before looking up. Dad and Mike were staring at the professor intently, frowning. They were waiting for his reaction.