Megan Potter Book 1 *Editing*

Chapter 6. Explanations

6. Explanations

Megan POV

We sat inside the 'Leaky Cauldron', which had turned out to be a small wizards pub. It was rather dark and shabby for a famous pub. Inside scattered around were a few stools and dusty looking tables. People sat here and there talking amongst themselves and sipping at their drinks.

The barman was rather bald although I could hardly see him in the dimly lit pub. He smiled to us as we walked in.

We headed to the bar first so Hagrid could order us drinks. "Hello Tom," Hagrid greeted the barmen.

"Ah, back again I see, and who is this with you?" he turned his gaze upon me and I heard a sharp in tale of breath. "Why Hagrid is it?.. Oh I'm sure it is their so alike! But I thought she vanished, I thought she died..? How..." he trailed off uncertainly.

I was annoyed at the way he was talking about me as though I wasn't there, it had always been like that at the orphanage. "Yeah well 'she' also happens to be right here, 'she' can talk and, as a matter of fact 'she' has a name."

Tom stared at me blushing before mumbling apologies. "Erm, well sorry I didn't mean to... I just really can't believe that your here. Well you must be, hmm I can't think what your name is dear."

I sighed at his excuse. "My name is Megan, Megan Potter obviously." His eyes bulged at the confirmation. I groaned I hated having lots of attention. "Can please just get us our drinks, we are in a hurry," I said quite snappily.

Hagrid chuckled as if I had cracked a joke that was absolutely hilarious. I scowled at him. "Tom we'll have two butter beers and a firewhisky thanks," said Hagrid while he pulled out sone money to pay for the drinks.

Tom took the money then proceeded to bustle around getting our drinks. He pulled out three glasses filling two with a light golden, frothy drink and the other with a reddish coloured drink. He then handed them to Hagrid and rushed off to serve someone else.

Hagrid led us over to a table. placing down the drinks. Hagrid got the red one and Harry and I got a gold one each. "Okay, I best get started. Well ten years back a dark wizard called... he's name was... Vol... Urm..." he gulped.

"Hagrid can't you remember his name?" I asked politely.

"Nah it's just he was a very dark wizard people feared to speak his name they still do. Oh, erm, well his name was Voldemort." he whispered.

"Why did people fear his name, it's only a word?" I asked.

"In the wizardin' world a lot of spells can be just a word and some can kill you or save your life, so it's more than just a word to us. Any way, everyone calls him You-Know-Who. So ten years back he was a very powerful dark wizard. He killed anyone who stood in his way. He went to Godric's Hollow, that's were you lived, and killed your parents. Then he tried ter kill you two but he couldn' fer some reason an' his spell rebounded on him."

"So he's dead now?"

"Well that's what a lot o' people think but I don't. I reckon he's out there some where biding his time. He'll come back one day I'm sure of it."

"That doesn't explain why I vanished." I said confused.

"Ah, well no one knows why you vanished, every one thought you had died somehow because there was no trace of yer. I wonder how Dumbledore found out about yeh."

"Why do Harry and I both have the same scar? Is it some kind of birth mark." I asked.

"That scar is where dark magic touched yehs. You-Know-Who's killin' curse to be exact."