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I got another death-threat today from some kid. I sent an owl to Mother about it. Hopefully she\u2019ll take me away from this school. It\u2019s bad enough having that prophecy hanging over my head without the notes.
Mother sent her owl back. I can\u2019t believe it! She\u2019s sending me to my father in England for the school year! I\u2019m going to be a fifth year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry! I\u2019m not sure how much I like the title, but it seems that in England, witches are just the word for a female wizard. I hope the students are more serious about learning at Hogwarts. Mother says they are, and she should know. She was in the house of Slytherin at Hogwarts. So was Father, but as you know, I haven\u2019t seen him in nine years. I hope he likes me. I really don\u2019t want the names to continue. I can\u2019t tell you how much being called Snake-girl and Serpent woman annoy me. It\u2019s not really my fault I\u2019m a parsel-mouth.
I packed my bags and my broomstick today. Mother is sending me off on the knight bus to England, even though it did cost a lot. I\u2019m waiting for the bus at the front of the school now. I\u2019ll be in England with my father tomorrow. I can\u2019t wait! I have been waiting for years to meet my father. I have to go! The Knight bus just pulled up!
Eliza picked up her bags and her broomstick and handed them to the conductor, a shy looking boy with dirty blonde hair that looked as if he just got out of school. Bidding a haughty farewell at Wealver\u2019s School of Magic, she happily boarded the bus, thinking about how she was going to do things differently at Hogwarts.
The bus trip was not a pleasant one. The bus was jerky, and kept jumping hundreds of miles at a time. Instead of the seats of an ordinary muggle bus, there were beds that slid across the floor whenever the driver, a middle aged Wizard, yanked on the wheel. Eliza was ushered into a bed, and she passed the time by reading a muggle fantasy called \u2018Ella Enchanted\u2019. It was quite a good book, even if the muggles had everything mixed up.
\u201cThank you.\u201d said Eliza, and stepped of the bus. The conductor handed her bags to her. With a snap the doors of the bus shut and with an ear- splitting BANG the bus disappeared. \u201c713 on Staff,\u201d Eliza reminded herself. Well, the bus had dropped her off on Staff. Number 713 was just a few houses away. Eliza grabbed her bag and walked to the door of number 713.
Eliza, rather timidly, rapped on the door. After a long moment, a man with greasy looking black hair and black eyes opened it. Her Father looked nothing like Eliza had expected. Her photograph of him showed him young and smiling broadly, but it was the same person, never the less, without the warmth.
The house was dimly lit, which struck Eliza as a bit depressing. The rooms were decorated in dark green and brown, and would have looked wonderful in the sunlight, but the lights were all a dim yellow. The house was very neat, almost too neat. A little clutter always made Eliza feel more casual and not so uptight.
\u201cThis will be your room for the rest of the summer.\u201d Eliza\u2019s father said dully. He showed her a room with a small bed and a huge window with sunlight pouring out of it. The walls of the room were an earthy beige, with forest green accents. There was a wooden dresser on the far side of the room, and everything seemed to match.
floor to unpack.
Hogsmeade was a very cool town, Eliza learned later. Zonko\u2019s joke shop was one of the most fun places she\u2019s ever been to, and she simply couldn\u2019t stay away from honeydukes, with all it\u2019s candies and chocolates. Eliza always did have a deep craving for sugar.
The only bad thing, as far as Eliza was concerned, about Hogsmeade was that there were no bookstores in the entire town. Her father, Eliza soon learned, liked to be left alone to brew his potions, and let Eliza roam around the town as she pleased.
One day when she was coming home from Zonko\u2019s, loaded up with several tricks to scare the first years with, she found her father waiting for her at the front door.
\u201cWhat do mean by \u2018why\u2019? We\u2019ll be leaving tomorrow to get you your books, your robes, and your cauldron. Is there a problem with that?\u201d her father snapped. Eliza nodded meekly.
\u201cI didn\u2019t know the schools here made you bring your own books, that\u2019s all. In my old school, we were given our books for the year when we first started class.\u201d Eliza said carefully. The more she got to know her father, the more she realized how easy it was to make him mad. Eliza entered the house to hide the pranks she bought in Zonko\u2019s in her dresser, and started writing in her diary.
Harry Potter was not having the best vacation. Most of his problem concerned how on earth he was going to pick up his school books, since the Dursleys had once again locked Hedwig in her cage to keep her from writing his friends or his Godfather, who was still hiding from the ministry of magic. Ron\u2019s owl hadn\u2019t been in either, lately, and there had been no word from Hermione. It was looking as if he\u2019d have to ask the Dursleys to drive him to Diagon alley, which was not going to be the happiest scene in the world.
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