Chloe Cullen 3 - A Harry Potter and Twilight Crossover

Chapter 3: Mystery

The next day, I wake up early. For the plane ride, I put on a pair of grey jeans and a white tank top paired with some necklaces, gray and light pink sneakers, and tinted sunglasses. As for my hair, I keep it half up and half down. The plane ride is uneventful, but my mom does talk to me a little more and keep me a little closer. This is because she is letting me stay at the Leaky Cauldron Inn by myself - although they will be in a hotel a few minutes away. This serves two purposes. One - and the most important purpose - is to give me a little independence and help me exercise self-control. The second purpose is the Weasleys are coming back a week before term starts, so I will get a chance to see Fred before classes start. Once the Weasleys get here, they'll leave.

When we get to The Leaky Cauldron, we check me in. The room is cozy. Not as big as my room back home, but cozy nonetheless. The bed looks comfortable, the furniture is highly polished, and there is a crackling fire. As soon as my bags are in my room and we have more wizard money - we also have extra cash for me in the school year and when we get to Hogsmeade, quite a bit more. Before we do any shopping that I need to do, I insist on stopping by Quality Quidditch Supplies to see what's new in the world of Quidditch. In the window of the shop, I see a brand new racing broom.

THE FIREBOLT

THIS STATE-OF-THE-ART RACING BROOM SPORTS A STREAMLINED, SUPERFINE HANDLE OF ASH, TREATED WITH A DIAMOND-HARD POLISH AND HAND-NUMBERED WITH ITS OWN REGISTRATION NUMBER. EACH INDIVIDUALLY SELECTED BIRCH TWIG IN THE BROOMTAIL HAS BEEN HONED TO AERODYNAMIC PERFECTION, GIVING THE FIREBOLT HAS AN ACCELERATION OF 150 MILES AN HOUR IN TEN SECONDS AND INCORPORATES AN UNBREAKABLE BRAKING CHARM. PRICE ON REQUEST.

"Price on request. That's never good," I say with a chuckle. I can't help but ogle at the broom. 150 mph. That would give us a huge advantage in the Quidditch cup and it's a fantastic looking broom. Your parents literally got you a broom last year that you have used in a grand total of two Quidditch games I have to remind myself. "This is part of that self-control thing we talked about earlier. Come on, you have things you actually need" dad says. He drags me off to Madam Malkin's so I can get new robes ("you need to stop growing like a weed, you're going to make us go broke" according to my dad). While I'm in there, I hand them my book list so they can go to Flourish and Blotts to get my new books. Once I've gotten new robes, I go to the apothecary to restock my potions ingredients. Then, I go to get ink and parchment. After that, I see no sign of my parents, so I go to my room at the Leaky Cauldron. On my way there, I see wanted posters that I hadn't seen coming in. The name on the poster is "Sirius Black". The man on the poster has a gaunt, sunken face with waxy skin, yellow teeth, and long, matted hair. "Ew," I mutter to myself and quickly make my way back to my room.

When I get there, I see that my parents are already waiting for me. On my bed is a bag of books and a long, thin package. "How'd everything go?" I ask, setting my packages on my bed and observing the long package. "That Monster Book of Monsters was a challenge for the manager. Nearly got his hand snapped off" dad says. I give him a questioning look and divert my attention to the Flourish and Blotts bag. I pull out the biggest book. It has a green cover with the words The Monster Book of Monsters written on it in gold. It happens to tip a little open, but then snap shut at the same moment. It scuttles off my bed and I try to go for it, but it snaps at my finger. "Ouch!" Before my parents can do anything, I throw myself onto the book. "Dad? Got a belt by any chance, so I can make this thing shut?" I ask, blowing hair out of my face. Dad chuckles and, out of his suitcase - which he hasn't taken to his hotel yet - he pulls out a black belt and hands it to me. I wrap it tightly around the book. It shutters angrily, but I don't care.

Carefully, I put the book on my bed and turn to the long, thin package. I open it up and I gasp, speechless. It's a broomstick. Not just any broomstick, though, it's a Firebolt! The handle is ebony with hazel twigs. At the end of the broom is a gold registration number on one side, and the word "Chloe" written on the other. "Y-y-you got me a firebolt?" I ask in an awed voice. I can see them smile and nod. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" I squeal. I run up to them and hug them as tight as I can muster. "You're welcome, baby. Now, we're not going to tell you how much it costs, but we will say that that broom will be one of your only birthday presents. You'll probably get a couple more, but we're just warning you" dad says while they both hug me back. "Thank you so much! Wood is going to freak out!" I say happily.