The ending of a curse



Harry looked at the tall figure in front of him. He had no hair, and a patch eye. His ragged clothes made him look un-fit for any activity, and his crutches made him limp.



“Come in!” He said, “an’ si’ down.”



Harry moved past the “Pirate” (In Harry’s mind), and sat down at the carved, wooden table with a melting candle in the middle.

“So… You’re a Potter!?”

“Yes, I am sir” Harry told the man.

“Yur’ don’t look like one!”



Harry was confused. Normally people would say to him, “you’ve got eyes like your mother’s, and jet black hair like your father’s, naughty like your father too!”



“Don’t mean to sound rude or anything, but who are you?” Harry asked.



He got up, and went to a drawer and pulled out a dusty, rotten box. The man blew the dust off, of it and headed back to the table. He sat back down and pushed the box closer to

Harry.

Harry took the box and opened the waxed wooden lid. In it was an ancient picture of a women and a man.

“Who are these people?” Harry asked, yet another question.



“Tha’ women is yur’ great grandmar’. She wa’ the loveliest lady around our town. She made me laugh so many times I can’t remembe’ even wha’ she said.



“Well, why didn’t you marry her? I mean if you loved each other enough, why didn’t you get married? Because you would’ve talked to me, since you’d be my great-grandfather.” Harry said.



“Eye’ I would’ve loved to marry er’, but when the death eaters came…”



Then Harry got a fright, when Polly jumped his paws on the table.



“When tha’ death eaters came e’ ran away, an’ never saw tha’ lovely lass ever again. She used to feed me an’ everything, lovely lady she was”



The man gave him a guilty look, and told him that some food was left on the floor for him.



“Anyway son, I’m Arold’ Nimbler, you’ve met Polly, hope he wasn’t annoyin’



Harry looked at him with a smile and said “No, he was really helpful and...”

Then a thud came from the door.



“Who goes there?” Harold shouted.



From the other side, the voice replied.



“I am Albus Dumbledore. Head Master of Hogwarts witchcraft and wizardry I…”



Harold opened the door and Dumbledore stopped speaking.



“I’m Harold Nimbler, it’s an honour to mee’ yer’ sir!” Harold said, shaking Dumbledore’s hand.

“Nice to meet you, may we come in?”

“Why yer’ sure ya’ guys can!”

“Come on in children” Dumbledore said, slightly pushing them in “Erm…Hagrid will you be ok…?”



Hagrid rolled his eyes and said “ Yer’ I know wa’ yer’ mean, I’m too big to fit throu’ the door, even if I did wan’ come in”



“Very well Hagrid, thankyou!” Dumbledore replied.



“Well, you have a lovely home. This is Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Prof. Wiliarnic and Hagrid is the man outside. There will be another boy joining us, his name is Draco Malfoy.”



Hermione was nervous at the thought of meeting Draco again, she still wouldn’t know what her answer would be. Tension between Ron and Hermione were building up, and up, and Hermione was ever so confused.



“Oh! And this Polly, my Bofler. He’s such a kind creature, he won’t bite or nuffin’. “

Polly walked to Harold’s side and said “That was very kind of ur’ master thank you!”



Hermione, Ginny and Ron had been to busy meeting Harold and Polly that they forgot that Harry was in the room.



Ginny looked and saw Harry grinning at her and his friends. Ginny ran to him and hugged him, and Harry picked her up and swirled her around. Ron and Hermione ran over and hugged Harry too.



“Why did you run away Harry?” Ginny crying.

“Yer’. Why Harry?” Ron said nibbling on a baguette he saved in his pocket from breakfast.



“I didn’t run away, well I did, I just…I just…erm….”

“You didn’t want us to get hurt?” Hermione said, putting her hand on Harry’s shoulder.

“Exactly!”



“You don’t need to worry about us Harry we’re your friends, and Ginny your girlfriend. We wouldn’t leave you, Harry!”



“Hermione’s right!” Ron said. Harry couldn’t believe it, Ron agreeing with Hermione for the first time ever! He was going to remember this moment for the rest of his life. “We’re your friends, and we stick by you through everything. Even though we mess up sometimes…”



Ginny gave a stern look at Ron and faked coughed.



“…ok, even though I sometimes mess up, we always try and fix it together and it always works!”



“Don’t mean to break up your reunion, but I think we’ve bothered Mr. Nimbler enough. It’s time to head back to Hogwarts Harry. No more running away!”



They all said goodbye to Polly and Mr.Nimbler and went outside.



At the door, Harry was saying goodbye to two new friends.

“Keep in touch. I’ll send you an owl and maybe visit you if that’s ok?



“That’d be great!” said Harold

“Bye Polly I’ll miss you, maybe visit your children and wife one day!”



“I open’ ur’ do, Mr. Potter.”



“Call me Harry!”



“OMG! It’s him, Harry it’s him!” Hermione shouted, scared.



Harry quickly turned around and saw the dreaded, pale, dark creature. He had returned just like he had said, with the prophets in his wrinkly, long hand. It was Lord Voldemort.