Running to a Magical Land

Ever since they'd died, it had been my brother, Tom and I. To start with, everything was alright but as the months passed, everything went downhill. Tom acted as if something had possessed him and strange things kept happening to me. Magical things. Magical things I couldn't explain, I'd learnt to except that these things were happening but the powers were growing stronger.


4. Getting Albus Severus

Chapter 4 – Getting Albus Severus

My hands trembled as I opened the envelope from the red seal on the other side. I squeezed my eyes shut, not knowing what to expect. As I pulled out the letter, another piece of parchment fell swiftly to the ground. I picked it up and tucked it behind the first letter.



Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme

Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards.)

Dear Miss Riddle,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours Sincerely,

Professor Neville Longbottom

Deputy Headmaster

            I looked at Hagrid for confirmation and he just nodded. Taking a deep breath, I looked at the house I would never be setting foot in again. I blinked away a tear and just gripped the suitcase handle tighter, making my knuckles go white.

            “Let’s go.” I said, shedding another tear.

            “You ‘kay?” Hagrid asked. I nodded and we left the cottage that had made my life hell for the past two years. I climbed into the side car and put my suitcase between my legs.

            “Hagrid, where is Diagon Alley?” I asked, trying to get my mind off of what Tom might do to me if I ever return.

            “Off the back o’ The Leaky Cauldron.” Hagrid stated. “But, we need to go and get Albus firs’.” He said.

            “Who’s Albus?” I ask, honestly not knowing.

            “Well, how do I begin ‘o describe Albus?” He muttered to himself. “Let’s star’ with the obvious. He’s the secon’ son of the infamous ‘Arry Potter.”

            “I guess there’s a lot I need to catch up on, then.” I said, not knowing who Harry Potter was but wanting to just stop talking. He looked at me and chuckled.

            “Yer, there is.” He revved the engine to his little motorbike. “Flick tha’ switch, will ya?”

            “Sure.” I flicked the switch and everything went a bit wobbly for a bit, but it soon straightened out.

            We had been driving, more so flying, for quite a while now. I couldn’t tell where we were but I knew that we were far away from my home. I checked my phone and although I had no signal, there were 23 missed calls from Tom – probably asking me where the hell I was and that if I ever returned, he would beat me up. No surprise there. I let out a huge sigh that seemed to clear the clouds before me … We were still flying.

            “Hagrid?” I asked, feeling a little sick from all the flying.

            “Yer.” He asked without tearing his eyes from the sky. “What is it?”

            “Where exactly are we going? This isn’t the way to London – too many fields.” I managed to scream over the wind that was building up in my ears, forgetting I had asked this same question an hour or so ago.

            “Need to pick summit up.” He grunted. “An’ by summit I mean someone.” His face lifted his beard as a smile spread across his face.

            “Who is this someone?” I asked, curiously.

            “Only the secon’ son o’ the famous Harry Potter!” He yelled, even louder than he usually would, over the wind. The next questions I asked seemed to insult Hagrid.

            “Who is Harry Potter? And, why is he so famous?”

            “Pfft! Who’s ‘Arry Potter, you as’. Why’s ‘e so famous, you as’. Evie, Harry Potter is the only know’ person in ‘istory to survi’ teh killin’ curse!” He screamed through sniffles.

            “I have so much to learn!” I screamed into my sleeve. “Is it like this for everyone?” I asked, looking up again.

            “Mostly,” Hagrid said. “Hold on, we’re goin’ down!” He turned the handles and leant forward, the wind blew my quick ponytail out of the hairbands and my hair flowed free. We landed outside a fairly big house and I clambered out of the side car, desperate for my feet to touch solid ground after the long flight.

            “You ‘kay?” Hagrid asked.

            “Yeah, just needed to touch a real ground for a bit.” I smiled, a little weaker than anticipated. His face looked worried, so I added, “Honest.”

            “I’m goin’ to go an’ get Albus, like I got ‘is father years ago.” He smiled at his lost memories.

            “Can I come with you?” I blurted out, quite unexpectedly.

            “Well, I… I don’t see why not.” Hagrid managed to get out, still startled by my eagerness. We walked towards the door and Hagrid lifted a heavy hand to knock on the hard mahogany door. After a slight pause in time, a young boy of around the same age as me came to the door. A smile spread across his face when he saw Hagrid, it faded a little when he looked to me but I think that comes with the lack of not knowing who I am. He whipped his black hair out of his eyes and smiled at Hagrid.

            “Hello, Hagrid.”

            “Hullo, Albus.” Hagrid’s hairline moved again as he smiled back. Albus looked at me and smiled, flicking his hair out of his eyes again.

            “I’m Albus, Albus Severus Potter. And you are?”

            “I’m Evie, Evie Ruby Riddle. Glad to meet you.” I smiled and we shook hands before entering the Potter household.

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