Disclaimer by Mel's mom: Mel wrote this in fifth grade...
BOOM! I woke up immediately. I got up
and put on my slippers. It was pitch black inside and outside. I put on my robe
that came with my silk and green pajamas that I was wearing. I was walking
towards the steps when I ran into my giant and fake elephant that I got as a
souvenir from Asia. After running into the elephant, I landed 3 feet away from
it and my fuzzy green slippers flew off of my feet into opposite directions. I
crawled around to find the and instead I came across a flashlight. I turned it
on, found and put on my slippers, and rushed down the steps while avoiding any
further obstacles. My mom was outside talking to someone that I knew but I
couldn’t remember his name. I went outside and stood quietly to the side of my
mother who was dressed in a blank white t-shirt with sweatpants and she had no
robe on.
My mom started
talking, “Listen Professor. She’s too young and she probably heard the loud
BOOM! I should go get her and tell her what’s going on.”
Before I could
say a word, Professor Old Man (that’s what I’m calling him) started talking,
“You don’t have to, Tanya. Mel is already here.”
I was scared
out of my mind. What do I say?
I took in a
deep breath and started talking, “I… um… are you… um… well, taking me to
school… you know… um… do you, Professor… um… do you Professor I Don’t Know?”
Professor Old
Man chuckled, “You know me. It’s Professor Dumbledore, remember? Memory charm
on you, I suppose you want to get rid of it.”
I nodded
politely, he raised his wand and I remembered everything.
“I need to
pack, Professor Dumbledore. I’ll go… now,” I murmured.
I rushed
inside, went upstairs, grabbed my wand, and with a flick of it, everything was
packed. I soon realized that I needed on more appropriate clothing instead of
my pajamas. I quickly got dressed, grabbed my suitcase and owl, a snowy, white,
female owl named Snow, and went downstairs to leave with Dumbledore.
“Good-bye
Tanya, I mean Step-mom, I mean (exhale) good-bye mom,” I said rather fast.
My mom smiled
and whispered, “Good-bye, Mel. I’ll see you next year.”
Professor
Dumbledore went into the yard and got my broomstick from the shed. Dumbledore
and I got on our brooms and flew towards the Burrow.
I asked the
first question, “What was the explosion all about?”
Dumbledore
answered, in a gentle tone, as if it was obvious, “Your neighbor saw me flying
on a broom and fired a bazooka at me.” He chuckled lightly and then asked,
“Mel, did you forget your bazooka?”
I shook my
head, pointed at my wand, threw it in the air, caught it, pointed at my wand
again, and yelled, “BAZOOKA!”
My wand
transformed into a bazooka quickly and then I whispered, “Wand.”
My bazooka
turned back into a wand and I put it away.
Someone called
me after I did and I answered my cell phone immediately.
The person on
the other end asked, “Is your refrigerator running?”
I answered
with, “No. It tripped yesterday when it was running. It’s grounded and it’s at
the doctor’s right now. We think it’s a broken ankle.”
Their reply
was weird, “Oh. Well, a fridge just passed me yelling, ‘Bye-Bye Doctor! I’m
running away! On my twisted ankle!’ It’s now in jail and it cried itself to
sleep. I’ll take it back to your house, ok?”
After a moment
I said, “Ok. Bye.”
I was stunned.
How did that random person know that I was telling the truth? I soon realized
that they were a wizard and that I was flying in circles in the Burrow’s
backyard. I got off of my broom and took my broom, owl, and suitcase inside. I
set my things on the floor and took a look at the grandfather clock. This clock
showed where all of the Weasley’s were. Right now, all of them were home. I
looked at my watch and it was 5 till 8. Mrs. Weasley will get up any minute to
wake up Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Harry Potter, Hermione
Granger, and Mr. Weasley. While I was waiting for them, I sat on the couch, put
on a blanket, got a book from the end table, and read until 8:15. I heard the
familiar voice of Mrs. Weasley yelling at her children to get up. I put the
book away, put the blanket away, and sat at the table quietly with my items
until someone until someone comes down the steps after waking up. When Bill
came down, he noticed me admiring the Dictionary. He
quickly went upstairs and then it was quiet. Then the Weasleys, Potter, and
Granger came down the steps, in a line, youngest to oldest. Everyone went to an
assigned seat according to the chairs with names carved at the top. Mrs.
Weasley served food and then sat down. Exactly 3 seconds later, everyone became
noisy again. I noticed that Harry was standing in the doorway.
He soon texted
me, ‘Ice? Remember? Your blood, my scar?’
I was stuck
between Fred and George who were yelling at each other as if they were on
separate levels of the house. They soon were yelling at Percy who was reading
the paper quietly. I lost my temper.
I yelled,
“SHUT UP, FRED AND GEORGE! I AM TRYING TO FOCUS!”
I yelled it so
loudly that everyone stopped to look at me. Fred and George looked shocked at
what I said, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron gave me a look of, ‘Uh-oh,’ Percy and Mr.
Weasley shrugged and went back to their newspapers, Bill and Charlie looked
stunned that I could yell, Mrs. Weasley looked furious, and Harry buried his
head into his hands. I got out of my seat, grabbed my things, and went outside
to practice my flying.
Before I left,
I said, “Molly, you may be furious, but I am dangerous and ferocious. As for
the rest of you, you may join me in a few minutes if you want.”
I felt rude
and wanted to apologize, but I had too much on my mind. I had to clear my head
and to do that is by setting my stuff in a safe place, scream at the top of my
lungs, and fly in circles until people join me.
I was flying in circles for 5 minutes when I was joined by Bill,
Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron and Harry.
Ginny, Hermione, Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley were watching from a safe
distance. Ron decided to switch with
Ginny and Percy decided to quit.
“Let’s play a
fair game of girls vs. boys,” Fred suggested.
“Or the girls
get out” George suggested.
Ginny and I
disagreed to sit out. We were playing a
fair game. Ginny and I vs. Bill,
Charles, Fred, George and Harry. The
game lasted 5 minutes. I caught the
golden snitch. Harry congratulated me by
text message.
WE play
another round after another until it was time for dinner. After dinner, Mrs. Weasley told me to share a
story on why Harry and I can’t be too close to each other.
I stated with
thinking through it and then I began to speak.
“Well you know how when Voldemort is too close to Harry, Harry’s scar
burns, right? If you do, then
sorry. I’m telling it anyway. Harry was born on July 1st; I was
born on July 9th. My mom died
of joy when I looked straight into her eyes and then I turned my head to my dad
who was stunned and them has a heart attack because my mom died. I was handed to the potters who were and
still are my parents’ best friends.
A week ago,
before Harry was one, we learned how to talk to each other through our
minds. On Harry’s first birthday, Lord
Voldemort came. Harry was standing in
his crib and I was in Lily’s arms. I saw
Lord Voldemort kill James.
Lily said, “Don’t kill Harry or Mel. I
will die for Harry and I know you can’t kill Mel.” She set me down and I crawled over to Harry’s
crib. I look back just in time to see
Voldemort kill Lily. He picked me up, up
put me in my crib, gave me my dino-dog and tried to kill Harry. The spell hit his forehead, bounced toward
me, hit dino-dog and bounced off towards Lord Voldemort and hit him.
But he’s not
dead because the spell hit dino-dog. OI
am the reason Lord Voldemort is not dead.
Voldemort can’t touch Harry because of Lily dying for Harry. Harry’s scar burns when near Lord Voldemort
because Lord Voldemort gave him that scar.
Harry and I can’t be too close to each other because of our blood. Harry has Lily’s blood and I have my uncle’s
blood. My uncle is Tom Marvolo
Riddle. My uncle is Lord Voldemort.
I paused for a
moment. I was waiting for them to call
me a monster, tell me to get out and back away.
All they did was pull out their phones and start texting. I was getting a lot of texts.
The text
messages I was getting were “Get a job as a storyteller,” from Fred, George and
Mr. Weasley.
Ginny and
Hermione texted, “Follow us to our room.”
Mrs. Weasley
texted, “You’re sleeping in Ginny’s room with Ginny and Hermione.”
I got a text
from Percy, Charlie and Bill saying, “Want to go with u to the Daily Prophet to
see if you could get that into the paper?”
I replied with
“yes”
Ron texted me,
“I guess you have a rough life.” Harry
looked confused and I received a text from him that said “Your forehead, is it
burning?”
I stared at
him, looked directly in his eyes and nodded.
Everyone was staring at me.
Mrs. Weasley
broke the silence. “Mel touch Harry’s
scar with your left hand. Harry, do the
same thing. On the count of three. One,
Two, Three!”
When we
touched I felt like I was going to explode and harry looked like his scar was
burning.
Hermione
yelled “Stop! Mrs. Weasley, they’re obviously in pain!”
I finally
stopped hurting. The pain went
away. We took our hands away and I
noticed that we had imprints of lightning bolts on our hands. When everyone went to bed, I went with Bill, Charlie
and Percy to the Daily Prophet. I left a
note for them that told my story. In the
morning, we were rushed by Mrs. Weasley.
We grabbed our Hogwarts materials, broom owl and suitcase and we left to
go to Hogwarts. Mr. Weasley drove us straight
to Hogwarts. Everyone got out and went
to get breakfast. I was half asleep and
didn’t listen to Dumbledore’s speech. By
the time the mail got here, most kids were asleep in their food. Since my owl couldn’t aim I got excused from
class to pout my presents and owl in the Gryffindor Common Room.
I set them
down and mad sure that someone was watching them. At lunchtime, my preschool friends Kayley and
Katherine came to school. We hung out before
got to the Common room. I went toward my
presents that weren’t there anymore. I told Harry, Hermione and they decided
they were the detectives.
“We should
tell Myrtle. Maybe she can help,” I suggested.
Everyone else
murmured in agreement. At 2:15 we went to get Myrtle. She was obviously upset
because she was crying a lot.
I calmed
Myrtle down by saying, “its ok. We’re friends. I won’t get mad at you.”
It took me an
hour to think of that?
Myrtle stopped
crying and said, “Malfoy was near the presents. I’ll scare him into a trap.”
I nodded.
Detective Hermione drew out the plans.
Detective
Harry said, “Listen, if we want to catch him we need to do it now.
I agreed.
While Harry, Hermione, and Myrtle caught Malfoy, Ginny, Ron, and I sat in the
Gryffindor Common Room.
I was stumped
so I asked, “How can my presents be here if Malfoy was captured?”
Ginny suddenly
shushed me, “Do you here that?”
I nodded and
realized that Malfoy, Draco is innocent. We went to tell Harry, Hermione, and
Myrtle when they came in.
“Draco is
chasing someone. We can’t catch him,” Myrtle moaned.
He came in two
minutes later with Kayley and Katherine, the real thieves.
“We got you
the wrong presents…” Kayley started.
“And we came
here to give you the correct ones,” Katherine finished.
They were both
crying horribly. I forgave them. We went to the Great Hall for dinner together.
“Good-bye
Kayley! Good-bye Katherine! Tell Abby I said hi! I’ll see you in the
summertime!” I shouted.
Kayley and
Katherine shouted back, “Good-bye Mel!!!”
They went back
home to be seen by me in the summertime. I was also in the in the Daily Prophet, the wizard newspaper, as
Melody Lynn Stocking and to my friends as Melly. It is The End for now…
*Dramatic Music*
