Into The Light (Golden Trio Era) {2}

Number 4 Privet Drive

Mikayla got dressed in a white t-shirt and a green velvet dress. She arrived in the kitchen at 11am today considerably later than yesterday. Dumbledore told Mikayla he'll be back on the 6th to get her and Avery's memories. Mikayla sat down at the table as Mrs Weasley served the breakfast. "So how are you going to get to Private Drive?" Avery questions as Mikayla butters her toast, "I'll get the knight bus at the end of the yard and I'll get it back as well." Mikayla told her before she took a bit of her breakfast, "how come I'm not allowed go mum?" Ron asked stuffing his face, "because Mikayla is going to do a little service with Harry for Sirius, and I think that they should get to spend sometime with one another since they're both going through the same thing." Mrs Weasley explained to her son, who huffed in displeasure. "Plus Mikayla can pull off being a Muggle." Ginny adds to the conversation, "you'd start speaking about Quidditch or something." Mikayla and Avery chuckled at the truth behind Ginny's words, Ron grunted in response to his sister.

It was 1pm and Mikayla was finally ready to leave the burrow, she hugs Molly goodbye, "remember be back for 6:30 or I'll send Arthur after you." Mikayla laughs lightly, "I'll be back, don't worry. Need me to deliver anything to Harry?" Mrs Weasley quickly handed Mikayla a box of treacle tarts aka 'Harry's favourite' and she also gave Mikayla a box of eclairs for the Muggles and to tell them she got them in a nearby café. "Will do, BYE EVERYONE!" Mikayla yells up to Ginny, Avery and Ron, who yell back their goodbyes. "See you soon!" Mikayla smiled before rushing to the end of the garden.

Mikayla stuck out her wand hand in the air, as though she was waving down a bus like the Muggles do, and sudden the three decker purple bus arrived in front of her. "Welcome to the knight bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. My name is Stan Stunpike and I will be your conductor for this evening.." Stan put the piece of paper he was reading from back into his pocket, "name and destination please." Mikayla decided not to use her own name, "Lavender Brown and Little Whinging, Surrey." Stan steps aside allowing Mikayla to get onto the bus, and asks Mikayla for 11 Sickles for her ticket. Mikayla hands him the money quickly before she walks her to a seat, Mikayla decides to hide her wand in her boot as she know the Dursley's hate magic, but she wanted it within reach just incase. Mikayla straps on her seat belt and holds onto the metal bar next to her for extra support as Harry had warned her about the speed of the bus, "we just have to stop at the leaky cauldron first Miss Brown." Stan informs her, "yeah, that okayyy." Mikayla drags out the 'y' as the bus takes off, she felt as though she was on a rollercoaster without any safety bars, she sliding from left to right as the bus traveled, she shut her eyes cause watching the scenery was making her feel sick.

They came to a halt causing Mikayla to groan lowly, she was glad that she had let her food settle before taking the bus. "So, Miss Brown, what's the occasion of your journey?" Stan asks politely, "I'm meeting a friend..." is all Mikayla responded with as she braced herself for the bus to start again, she shut her eyes once again as she felt her stomach twist and turn. It was only three more minutes of torture before they arrived in Little Whinging. "Well here's your stop Miss Brown, need help with anything?" Mikayla smiled as she unbuckled herself, "no thank you Stan, I'll see you later on." Mikayla informed him, as she knew she would be getting the bus back to the Burrow. Mikayla hopped off the bus, taking out the boxes of cakes from her little blue bag, before following the signs to Harry's House.

"All these houses look the same." Mikayla whispered to herself before noticing a batty old woman with grizzled grey fly away hair, wearing a hairnet and tartan carpet slippers, with a rolling shopping bag. "Excuse me, Madam, could you tell me which house the Dursley's live in?" Mikayla asked once she approached the woman, she smiled at Mikayla, "you must be Mikayla Black, I'm Arabella Figg." Mikayla beamed, she instantly recognised the name, "nice to meet you Mrs Figg." She shook the woman's hand, "they just live there." Mrs Figg pointed out a house that had a shingled porch roof, and Agapanthi and pansies growing in the front garden. "Thank you, goodbye." "Bye dear."  Mikayla approached the door of Number 4 Privet Drive, knocking on the door at a acceptable volume. Petunia Dursley answered the door, she looked just like she did when Mikayla last saw her thin, blonde-haired woman with a long face, lantern jaw, large pale eyes and teeth and a very shocked expression on her face.

"Hello again, Mrs Dursley, I'm here to see Harry." Mikayla informed her, Mrs Dursley checked to make sure none of her neighbours were watching their house before stepping aside and allowing Mikayla to step inside leading her into the living room. The living room had a boarded-up fireplace, in front of which sat an electric fire, amd is decorated in pastel colours: badges, salmon pinks, and peach. "You're Agapanthi and pansies look amazing Mrs Dursley." Mikayla smiled, Petunia grimaced at the blonde girl. "My mum always said it's rude to visit a house empty handed, so I got you these eclairs from down the street." Mikayla handed Petunia the eclairs, "how is your mother? I haven't seen her in years." Mikayla frowned slightly, "um, she died just over three years ago," Petunia looked rather upset at this information, "Um, I also brought these Treacle Tarts for Harry, they're his favourite desert at school." Mikayla knew not to mention the name of their school since Petunia hates wizards. "You can put them in the cupboard next to the fridge for him, and then if you go straight out the back Harry is out there." "Thank you, Mrs Dursley." 

Mikayla stepped into the kitchen, it was filled with spotless modern top-of-the-range appliances, including a wide-screen television, seems to be mostly pink and white in colour, and it was as though it was surgically cleaned. Mikayla found the cupboard Petunia was referring to ensuring she hid them on Dudley, before stepping out the back door. The back garden was large in size but was extremely neat; the emerald-green grass was pristine and short. A large tree grew near the tidily-trimmed green hedge, roses grew in small plots on either side of the back door, and a small potted plant hung from a lantern by said entry. A small wooden shed stood near the tree, right against the hedge, a conservatory and a greenhouse next to it and had a moderately proportioned bench next to the hedge where Harry sat reading a book. "Well if it isn't the famous Harry Potter..." Mikayla's voice carried to Harry's ears, he looked up and instantly shot to hug the blonde, Mikayla laughed as she hugged Harry back. "I can't believe you're actually here," Harry mumbled, "well I told you I would. By the way, I brought you some treacle tart Mrs Weasley made for you, it's in the cupboard next to the fridge, hidden from Dudley."