|A Forks Night
Author: sweetlilsunshine PM
Bella looked at her new little brother as he rested in the arms of the social worker. "He's so tiny." She breathed, reaching out to touch his soft down of black hair. Charlie, her father, tousled her hair and let out a laugh. "You were once tiny too."Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Family/Fantasy - Harry P. & Bella - Chapters: 8 - Words: 10,149 - Reviews: 282 - Favs: 478 - Follows: 861 - Updated: 07-30-12 - Published: 07-19-10 - id: 6157666
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a/n: Ok everyone! Time for the next chapter. Now most of you have been asking for the real story to start lately, o I'll get down to the meat of the story with this chapter, hope you enjoy.
D: I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight copyrights.
"I'm serious Bella, It's looking straight at me."
"An owl, are you sure?"
The boy peered out the window with narrowed eyes, confirmed the barn owl's existence and then turned back to the phone. "It's been here all day, ever since dad left. It's creeping me out."
His sister seemed to pause for a few seconds as if wondering how to best answer him. "I admit it's strange Harry, but it could just have a weird sleeping pattern or something."
Harry gave it another glimpse, doing a double take as he realized that it had brought a friends over to join it on the branch. "There are two now Bells, I swear they're not blinking."
This time the older girl chuckled slightly to herself, "They're owls bro, not blinking is what they do."
"I know, I know," He waved her off, getting more freaked as yet another owl scooted next to the first pair. "There's another one. . ."
Bella sighed, "Look,if they bug you that much then go and shoo them away." She laughed comfortingly, "It's not like they'll dive bomb you."
He frowned sulkily at his sister's gentle teasing, she was right, he decided firmly. Strange owls or not, these were still just birds, and birds scared easily. "You're right," He finally admitted in defeat, trying to ignore her small whoop of triumph. "I'll call you later then."
"Call me when they're gone," She corrected with mock sternness, "I want to tease you some more."
"Haha, very funny," Harry responded dryly, realizing only a few seconds too late that his sister had already hung up.
Mumbling under his breath halfheartedly, Harry grabbed a broom from the closet and slipped on some oven mitts in case the birds really did dive bomb him. "I can do this," He half stated, half chanted before he slipped out the door, approaching the owl's tree cautiously.
Instantly all three owls launched from there perches and launched straight at him, causing him to squeak in a very embarrassing way and drop to the ground. By this point his carefully planned defenses had already been forgotten.
After about close to ten minutes of a very awkward silence, Harry looked up, surprised the large birds hadn't already began what was sure to be a painful attack. Instead of any claws and/or talons though, all that greeted him was the sight of the largest owl, or the first barn owl, standing extremely close to where he cowered like a baby.
Realizing exactly what he had been doing and that he wasn't really in any danger, the boy rose awkwardly, blushing scarlet a he brushed himself off. The owl hooted up at him irritably and flew up to a nearby shrub, acting as though it wanted to be of equal height with the human. Harry stared in puzzled amazement as the annoyed bird stuck out his leg and glared at him pointedly; there was a roll of paper tied to the scaly foot. The other two seemed to take it as a cue and fluttered up besides him, they too sticking out identical letters.
The boy blinked and untied the first letter, wincing a bit as the large owl took off suddenly. "Um. . .Thanks." He muttered, unsure as to if this was the right thing to do or not. As if by the magic of hi touch, the golden letter in his hand unfolded itself and started to speak in a clear feminine voice.
"Mr. Harry J. P. Swan, We are pleased to invite you to the Coos Magical Institute, where the American witches and wizards of today are taught all they need to know as to the art of Magic. If you accept please send your acceptance by owl before July 22. We have been informed Mr. Swan, that as you are a muggle born, you will not be of access to our shops and transportation. A member of the Congress of Magic will appear shortly to explain our world to you and your family."
The girly voice petered off for a few seconds before a much deeper one filled the gap, reciting what seemed like a very long list in a dull, monotone voice.
"All Grade One Students will require:
1 Standard Style Pewter Caldron
3 Sets of Purple Work Robes
1 copy of Transfiguration For Dummies by Miranda H. Stewart
1 copy of Potions for Beginners by John Tinslow
1 copy of Defense Against the Magical Desperatos by Sarah Ulan
1 copy of A Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1 by Timothy Lang
Any student may also have, if they wish, any small animal that is not prone to excess amounts of destruction. Such examples of this would be a Cat, Bat, Owl, or Toad."
The moment the voices ceased the letter jumped from his hands and refolded itself neatly before them shooting straight into Harry's pocket. Almost straight away, the second owl stuck out it's leg eagerly, carrying the same demanding glare as the first, despite its comparatively smaller size. Though still dazed, Harry still untied the parchment, this time not even bothering to wince at the animal's departure as he ripped into this second piece of paper.
There was no magical voice this time, much to his disappointment, and the letter itself was much shorter. Only one sentence decorated its white surface actually, one that read: 'Harry Potter, your disappearance has ruffled many feathers; now that we have located your person please consider gracing Hogwarts with your presence. -A. Dumbledoor.'
Two loud cracks caused him to jump violently, dropping the paper in the ankle deep mud unceremoniously. Another one soon after almost lead to Harry joining it as he almost tripped over his own two feet.
"Oh dear," A aged man's voice tutted from where there was no man before, "You really must remove the letters when they arrive dear boy. The owl's get rather irritable if you delay."
"Albus? A woman's voice inquired shrilly, her voice also seeming to come from thin air. "What a surprise. We had no idea a British wizard would grace us with his presence. I'm honored." In truth she sounded like she had a rather bad taste in her mouth actually.
He turned around very slowly, as if he made it last as long as possible then he would be able to explain away the apparent appearances of two random strangers behind him. They were there though, two of them, one man and woman both dressed in flowing, colorful robes.
The man stroked his long beard absentmindedly and smiled down at him fondly. In his hand was the third letter that had arrived by owl that day. The owl that had delivered it was long gone.
"Now," The guy said promptly, pointing a stick at Harry's back door and watching as it promptly flew open. "Let us go in, shall we. I believe your guardian should be arriving soon."