Harrry Rotter: chapter threeA children's story

I wrote this story, this skit, for a bit of fun, that's all, but so many of you emailed me. saying

how much you liked it, i just HAD to publish it. Happy reading. from the crazy-mad writer.

Arrrgh!!!

Chapter Three

A Visit to the Zoo

It was a grand day for a drive, for a visit to the zoo; the first time in her entire life that Harry had

actually been invited out on a family outing. As Mr. Privet drove the car slowly along the road (he

always drove slowly, saying cars last years longer if they are treated that way), Harry stared

out of the window and enjoyed the moment, the feel of companionship, of being part of a family.

Thus mellowed, she began to see the good in people, the Muddles. Mind you it was only for a

moment, because soon, all too soon, her defences returned, protecting her from such nonsensical

and stupid ideas.

Box came along; it took them a while to convince him, but Mr. and Mrs. Privet had no intention of

suffering the day’s outing if their son was at home enjoying himself up in his room with his

electronics. No. He had to come and be miserable along with them.

When they arrived at the zoo, Mr Privet carefully parked the car (he said tyres lasted much longer

if you parked your car carefully), and the not so happy family made their way toward the entrance.

“Two adult and two children, please,” said Mrs. Privet, as she handed a five-pound note to the

pimply attendant behind the counter.

“Isn’t she paying for herself?” Mr. Privet whispered to his wife. “Her part of the family is

supposed to be loaded, or so you have told me.”

“Hush,” Mrs. Privet chided, hoping that their niece hadn’t heard his remark.

For a Saturday, and such a fine one, the zoo was quiet, giving the Privet’s and Harry the place

almost to themselves.

“Where are you going?” asked Mrs. Privet, when she spotted her son skulking away from them.

“I was just going to…” he replied, trying to think up an excuse.

“You stay right here with us,” she ordered. “Harry especially asked for you to come along.”

“I know,” he whispered, “and that’s what worries me…”

As they made their way through the various animal displays, from Crocodiles to Buffalos, from

Elephants to Chimpanzees, from Parrots to Moorhens and almost everything else in between, Box

couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen, that his horrid cousin was

going to perpetrate some dastardly deed upon him. Unfortunately, he was soon to prove himself

right…

They were in the reptile house when Harry made her move, to corner her wimpishly thin cousin,

the boy she so distained, but needed the help of…

“What are you doing?” Box yelled, when Harry opened the door of a particularly large lizard’s

enclosure (he had no idea how she had opened it, for it had a hefty bolt still padlocked upon it).

“You’ll find out soon enough,” she replied, as she pushed him into the enclosure. The door banged

shut – locked.

“Let me out,” he shouted, banging on the glass partition that separated the viewers from the

viewed.

Seeing its ‘guest’ the huge lizard began making its way towards Box.

“LET ME OUT!” Box yelled again, banging even harder on the strengthened glass partition.

At the far end of the room Mr. and Mrs. Privet, inspecting an unusual albino tree snake, were

totally oblivious to their beloved son’s growing distress.

“Well?” said Harry, folding her arms, smirking at her panicking cousin.

“WELL – WHAT?” Box yelled, watching the huge lizard creep ever closer.

“Are you going to help me?”

“HELP YOU WITH WHAT?”

“All in good time,” she said, enjoying the moment and her power over him. It was like eating a

creamy ice cream – so very satisfying.

The lizard, now less than a foot away from Box, tasted the air with its forked tongue – human

being was on the menu.

Screaming with fright, Box hollered, “OKAY, OKAY, I’LL HELP YOU. NOW GET ME OUT

OF HERE!”

She did, withdrawing her wand; Harry waved it from left to right, saying, “Open Ses Me.”

In less than a millisecond Box was magically transferred to the outside, the right side of the glass

partition, the hungry lizard having just missed its scrawny meal by mere inches.

“H, how did you do that?” he asked, still shaking in fright.

Having returned the wand to the safely of her pocket, Harry said, “Do what?”

“What you just did, with that thingamajig…”

Ignoring him, she said, “Come on, I have need of your assistance.”

“Me?”

“Yes, moron, you. Now come on, or do you want to rejoin that lizard?”

Having no wish to return, Box followed his cousin, slipping quietly out of the reptile house, away

from his parents.

“Here, eat this,” said Harry, offering Box an ice cream cone that she purchased from a kiosk in the

zoo grounds.

Making faces, Box licked the ice cream, wondering if it were poisoned.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, I just bought it,” she said, “You can swap it with mine if you’re that

worried.” Harry offered him her ice cream.

“No, no it’s all right,” he said, taking another, more relaxed lick from his cone. “Thanks.”

This was the second time (and in the same day) that his cousin had shown him some kindness.

Box was confused.

As they wandered away from the shop, to a particularly quiet part of the zoo where many tall trees

and bushes were growing, Harry began speaking, and she said, “Box, cousin, you are handy with

electrical items and so forth, are you not?”

He nodded, wondering where the conversation might be heading.

“Unfortunately, I have no knowledge of, and even less interest in such things…”

Box nodded again, though for politeness this time.

“I want you to make me something – electrical…”

He was interested; Box loved working with electronics, and he asked, “What do you want me to

make?”

Carefully considering her words, choosing enough to tell him what she wanted, but not enough to

give him even an inkling of what she had planned, Harry said, “See this?” Removing her wand

from her pocket she showed it to him.

Seeing it, the wand, Box was gob smacked, and he shouted, “A wand! I thought I saw one! It is

one, isn’t it? Like the one dad sometimes talks about?”

“Tell everyone, why don’t you?” Harry hissed, annoyed that she needed the services of so stupid

a Muddle.

“Sorry.”

Reaching out, Box asked, “Can I hold it?”

“No, you cannot.”

His face falling, Box was devastated.

“You can touch it, later on, when you have need to,” Harry promised. “For now it’s best if you

only look.”

Box stared lovingly at the brown wooden stick – the wand, “I can hardly believe that I am really

looking at a magical wand,” he mused.

“Now that you have had a good look,” said Harry, returning the wand to her pocket, “can we get

back to my request?”

Coughing excitedly, Box said, “Yes, yes, please go on.”

“So you see, Box,” said Harry, after she had finished explaining what she had in mind, “I want you

to make me a wand, a wand that combines all of the magical qualities of my own, but with the

added benefit of the Muddles’ electrical wisdom. God, I so hate using that word ‘wisdom’ in the

same sentence as Muddle.”

Studying his face, his expression, Harry tried to sense his mood, his thoughts on his chances of

pulling it off.

Box remained silent for many minutes, ruminating over the pros and cons of such an undertaking.

From the electrical point of view, creating something akin to a wand would be a relatively simple

matter, for a person such as he. It was the magical qualities that caused him the most worry, and

how he might ever hope to combine the two, even more…

Finally Box offered Harry his answer; speaking slowly, as slowly and carefully as Harry had so

recently done, he said, “I think I can do it…”

Relieved, Harry smiled, and she was so pretty when she did.

Box continued, “Having said that, I feel that I must tell you that it will not be an easy matter by any

stretch of the imagination…”

“But you can do it?” she said, still smiling radiantly.

“Yes, but…”

“You can,” Harry said again. “That’s all that matters.” Then quite uncharacteristically, she grabbed

hold of Box and gave him a little peck on the cheek.

Embarrassed, Box mumbled something about finding his mum and dad. Harry agreed; she had

heard what she had wanted to hear, and now she wanted to get on with it.

Harry Potter? No, silly, it's Harry ROTTER

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