The Truth About Wizards ;; ʷᵃᵗᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵛⁱᵉˢ

Aunt Marge & The Book

It is pitch black, until we see what seems to be a small glow before it dims out. Then, the glow emits again, only bigger and revealing itself to be from a window, and then dims out. During all the while, a dog was heard barking. The glow from the window emits again, only this time it's revealed to be Privet Drive and the glow is coming from the twins bedroom. We zoom forwards towards the window.

Harry's voice echos around the blanket, "Lumos Maxima." It is revealed that he is under the bed covers, and the glow is so bright that it lights up the room, Aurora's bed shown with the girl safely wrapped up under the covers.

"Lumos Maxima." He casts the spell again, until he hears a toilet flushing and immediately goes back to sleep just as Vernon opens the door and turns on the light. He looks around in confusion before he turns off the light and closes the door and heads back to his bedroom. With him gone, Harry goes back to what he was doing.

"Lumos Maxima, Lumos Maxima. Lumos Maxima!" The camera immediately zooms out from the covers, through the window where we see the film's title floating around in rays of light. We then zoom back into Harry's bedroom. As soon as Harry hears Vernon coming from his bedroom, he immediately returns to sleep just as Vernon opens the door and turns on the light. He looks around suspiciously just before he turns off the light and closes the door.

Harry looks at the door and then smiles to himself before he really goes to sleep as we iris out.

Lily turned over to her son slowly, her lips pinched in a small frown, " How were you doing magic outide of school at thirteen?" She questioned, frowning. Aurora grimaced, "We were given authoritative permission for any third year spells, that year, as well as the other muggleborns for practise, for some reason it was only then," Harry nodded along with her not missing Abigail's scoff at Aurora's last comment, "Because Dumbledore's plan would not have worked if you were allowed to do magic outside of school in fifth year," Abiagil whispered.

Harry gulped, nodding as he clasped her hand in his own, he could already predict fifth year would be a particularly rough watch. As familiar as his calloused hands fiddling with hers was it still brought the same melting chocolately warmth she'd expirenced that first time their hands had connected. 

It is again pitch black. A doorbell ringing sound is heard multiple times. Petunia's voice rings out across the house, "Harry! Aurora! Open the door."

Cut from black to the foyer, where Aurora opens the front door. It is raining outside and Aunt Marge exhales as she brings her umbrella down and gives it to Harry. She passes the foyer into the kitchen where Aunt Petunia stands waiting. Aunt Marge's pet bulldog Ripper is on a leash. Aunt Marge and Aunt Petunia exchange greetings as Ripper lifts up on his hind legs at Aunt Petunia.

"Who's that?!" Sirius exclaimed loudly, jumping from his seat nect to Remus Lupin. Aurora's eyes lingered on the two of them, questioningly, trying to remember all of their story which Remus had once relayed to her. "That's Dudley's Aunt on Vernon's side," Harry announced, scowling at the mere sight of the woman on the screen. 

We then cut to Aurora, Harry and Uncle Vernon in the foyer, where Harry unfolds a small parchment while Uncle Vernon takes off his car coat. Aurora sighs and shakes her head softly slipping Harry her own parchment.

Harry, approaches his Uncle nervously, clearing his throat, "Uncle Vernon, we need you to sign these forms."
"What is it?" The man spat out.
Harry scratched behind his head nervously, "Uhh... Nothing. Just school stuff."
Uncle Vernon, raises an eyebrow at the boy, "Later, perhaps, if you two behave."

"Hogsmeade?" Evan Rosier offered up weakly from across the table, Harry fellt Abigail's hand squeeze his, he knew what this man meant to her, the stories and memories that had flooded through her at his face. She refused to ineract with him so far as Harry could tell. He offered up a weak nod, squeezing his hand back.