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Abracadabra! by megaaan

Format: Short story
Chapters: 5
Word Count: 11,261
Status: COMPLETED

Rating: 12+
Warnings: Mild Language

Genres: General, Humor
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Teddy, OC
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione

First Published: 10/06/2011
Last Chapter: 12/01/2011
Last Updated: 12/01/2011

Summary:
Banner by the wonderful tina.loves at tda









Isobel Davies is an eleven year old muggleborn, who has just found out that she is a witch. If this is not enough to take in, she has also been told that she has to spend a week - by herself - with a wizarding family, who is none other than Harry and Ginny Potter.


Written for WeirdSisters' "Week with the Wizards" challenge.


Chapter 1: The Arrival

The car pulled up onto the gravel outside a cottage near Ottery St Catchpole. The two women inside glanced at each other briefly before looking up at the strange house. It was three floors, and very pretty, made out of stone. They could see curtains pulled back at the windows, and the chimney was belching out thick smoke. There was some ivy growing up the side of the house and curling around the edge of one of the windows, and the garden was beautiful with roses and lily’s spread across the large lawn. Despite the homely look, there was something different about the house that you wouldn’t immediately notice if you weren’t looking closely. It looked old, but modern at the same time, and there was something that couldn’t be placed about the colour of the stone and the way it was set in the middle of the countryside. It seemed as if it was only by chance that the car had turned up at all, and that they could easily have driven past without even looking at it.

A girl looked up at her mother, inside the car.

“Mummy, I don’t want to go.”

The older woman glanced down at her daughter, and grinned briefly before looking back out at the cottage.

“I don’t want you to go either honey, but I think it will be good for you – you’ll be able to learn all the things about that...world,” she frowned, her forehead creasing, “that daddy and I can’t teach you. Besides, it’s only for a week – you’ll be back with us both in no time.”

The wrinkles disappeared as she turned to look at her daughter properly, and she laughed at her expression.

“Don’t look so scared! I’m sure they’re lovely people, and you can always phone me if you have any problems – I’ll come and pick you straight back up.”

“But a week’s such a long time!” The girl barely whispered. A piece of dirty blonde hair fell in front of her eyes and she flicked it away impatiently, not taking her eyes off the house. Thinking she saw a flash of red, she looked up quickly at the top window, but there was nothing there. Seconds later, the front door opened, and a woman with long red hair and a very large belly was shown standing in the doorway.

“Mummy, she was just upstairs a second ago – it’s impossible to move so quickly! Mummy this is really scary, I don’t want to have to do this, I -”

“Nonsense, darling. Come on – she’ll think it’s rude if we just sit here staring at her.”

Before the girl could stop her, her mother had opened the car door and got out gracefully, beckoning for her to follow. She sighed miserably, thinking that she had no choice, and reluctantly followed. Her hair swung in front of her face, blocking her view and causing her to promptly trip over. Lying spread-eagled on the floor, she looked back - trying to see what she had fallen over. However, she could see nothing, and she resigned herself to the fact that it was probably just her own feet.

She looked up at her mother, who was frowning at a nearby bush.

“Was that...? No, it can’t be...” She laughed, shaking her head. “For a moment there, I thought you’d tripped over a walking potato!”

She reached out her hands to pull her daughter off the ground, and they turned to face the cottage together. The woman had moved from the doorway, clutching her stomach and frowning slightly as she made her way towards them.

“Are you ok?” She asked, “I’m sorry about that – I told Harry to de-gnome the garden, but he obviously didn’t listen.”

“I’m sorry...did you say ‘de-gnome’? As in garden gnomes?”

“I think that’s what you like to call them, yes,” the redhead smiled. “But they aren’t anything like the miniature Santa Clause’s you have in your garden.”

She reached down suddenly into a plant pot by her feet, and stood up again a moment later, one hand on her back to steady herself and the other grasping a weathered, wriggling potato. She held it out to them.

“Here’s one.”

In another second it was over the hedge where she had thrown it, and she turned back to them, grinning.

“I get Harry to do that now because of this,” she patted her pregnant stomach. “It’s quite useful for getting what I want. Did you find that?” She directed her question at the mother.

“I...um...You’re Ginny Potter?” She finally managed.

“Oh, I’m so sorry – I completely forgot to introduce myself! Yes, I’m Ginny, Ginny Potter. Harry’s my husband. He should be home any minute actually – and you’re Isobel? And Annie?”

“Izzy,” the girl corrected her quietly.

Ginny repeated her nickname, and then welcomed them inside warmly, getting them some butterbeer and assuring them both that it was non-alcoholic. Izzy sat down on a comfortable red sofa, her eyes as wide as saucers as she took in the interior of the cottage.

It seemed a lot bigger inside than it looked from the outside. From where the car was parked, it looked very modest – a two story cottage with not much spare room. However, from the inside, the sitting room was very large, with multiple sofas and other seats, and two coffee tables in the centre of the room. There were children’s toys scattered around the room, and Izzy drew back from the toy broomstick that was hovering in mid-air, afraid that it would suddenly fly right at her. She could see a kitchen through a door on her left, and something that looked suspiciously like a study on her right. From what she could see of the stairs, she could swear that they went up for more than one flight.

Her eyes drew back to the study door, and she wondered what Ginny and Harry both did for a living. What could wizards have as jobs? Performing magic tricks to little children? Maybe they did normal jobs like her parents – a nurse and an accountant? Being able to do magic would probably make them able to count in less than a second, and they would find healing injured people very easy. Perhaps they didn’t have jobs, and the study was just for show?

Before she could carry on wondering, the fireplace let out an eerie green glow, filling the entire room with the colour. Izzy screamed, jumping up from the sofa as a man appeared in the green flames, spinning fast before slowing to a stop, and stepping out of the fireplace.

Her mother and Ginny rushed in from the kitchen after hearing the scream, and saw her cowering in the corner. A man with jet black hair and round glasses was standing in the centre of the room, looking slightly bewildered. Ginny breathed a sigh of relief, and introduced them to her husband.




Small talk was stilted at first, and after they had all sat down, conversation drifted quickly to Ginny’s large stomach, as – after all – pregnancy was one thing that both families knew about.

“It’s our first,” the red-head smiled, rubbing a hand over her belly.

Annie frowned.

“But what about all the things you have?” she asked, motioning to the toys scattered around the living area. “I assumed you already had a child! Or are you just very prepared?”

The couple chuckled, and Harry spoke up.

“My godson visits us often. His parents were killed and he lives with his grandmother, who often needs a helping hand.”

Spotting the question in Izzy’s eyes, he continued before she could ask.

“They were both killed in the Second Wizarding War, which I’m sure you’ll hear plenty of in the next few days – I won’t bore you with it yet.”

Ginny flinched suddenly, her hand once again going to her stomach. Seeing the concern on the others’ faces, she reassured them.

“He just kicked. He does it a lot – he’ll be a Keeper, for sure!”

“Wouldn’t any child of yours be a keeper, whether they kicked or not?” Annie fired back, obviously offended.

“A...no? I don’t understand...” Ginny murmured, looking to her husband for support.

Understanding dawned on Harry’s face, as he realised that both women were talking about different things. He then proceeded to explain to his wife that muggles used the phrase “he’s a keeper!” when they were talking about someone special they wanted to keep in their life; and explained to Izzy and Annie that a Keeper was a position in Quidditch – a wizarding sport.

All too soon, for Izzy, her mother was making excuses and getting up to leave. She followed her out to the car, where she once again pleaded.

“Mummy, please don’t leave me here.”

But Annie simply smiled softly, and gave her daughter a peck on her forehead before getting back in her car and driving off, feeling guilty even though she knew it was for the best.




 

A/N: Thank you for reading! My first multi-chaptered story - ahh! Constructive criticism would be fantastic, as I'm uncertain of many parts of it :P Any reviews would be lovely, actually!

- Megan xo
 


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