by
Catherine King
Harry was walking down a brick road, much to his own surprise. He was wondering, “What the @$#^ is going on? Shouldn’t I be falling, or at least dead? Say, maybe I’m in heaven…” Then he became aware of a sign above him, saying, “Godric’s Hollow.” Harry looked forward. There was a group of houses clumped together. This area too had a brick road. Harry started down the street, but then a sign in front of a house caught his eye. It read, “The Potter’s.” He took a small look at the house. It was a very interesting cottage. Its outside walls were ginger-colored, and the tiled, gabled roof was chocolate brown. The chimney, rising out of the middle/left of the place, was adobe with hunks of what Harry believed to be obsidian.
The whole two-story cottage looked like it was made of cookie dough J. Harry stepped through the wrought-iron gate, and into the front yard. It was filled with an entire orchard of Tarada plants which sported blossoms, as well as a few small apples and cherries. Near the steps was a Sorcen, a plant which changed its flowers once every day.
Inside it was extremely cozy. A gray rug was covering most of the floor, and there was a combination fireplace-mantle-wall-bookshelf, which separated the room Harry was in (obviosly the living room) from the kitchen, which was also where the rug ended and the tiled floor began. On the mantel were yellow candles that smelled like pine trees, and also a glass case with two badges in them, one reading HB and the other reading HG. An arch led to a curving stairway, and the landing had four doors. The first one Harry looked in was obviously the master bedroom. The next appeared to be a child’s bedroom… or maybe one for a guest? The room after that was a large - and empty - closet. The final room was a guest room, no doubting that.
Harry decided to go down to the living-room again, where he slumped on one of the two armchairs. Then, out of nowhere, a small envelope came pelting his way, right into his hand. He opened it, and it read:
Mr. James Potter and Mrs. Lily Potter
Hereby leave their House, Money, and Property
In the hands of
Mr. Harold Rourke James Potter
Relationship:
Relative ? Child ? Servant ??Friend ?
Pieces of Property:
Tower House
Potter Cottage
James Potter: Editor For the Daily Prophet,
winner of the Nobel Peace Prize; Order of Merlin, 3rd class.
Signatures:
Lily Rourke Potter James Harold Potter
Harry stared at the will in disbelief. Pure disbelief. He had owned property - and this great house - for 16 years and didn’t know it. Sixteen whole years! All of this! Then Harry realized that he had thrown the envelope behind his head, and it was getting thicker, heavier, the will was becoming wider - the armchair was falling - the house had become a whirl of colors -
and...
