I think my bladder will burst as I strode my way to the nearest comfort room. Clicking the lock and get myself in, zipping my zipper down to release the drowning eel and when I released the fluid my body gives a satisfying jerk. What a comfort I have, halfway down to finish, I wiggle the remaining drops to avoid yellow blotches on my white cotton underwear and made myself done. Glancing towards the windows facing the city park, I saw the moon beaming down below to all the serenely sleeping things beneath it. How lovely the night was, and when I check my watch it told me that I still have four more hours to sleep before I could busy myself packing for my first trip to
So I run out of the comfort room and run towards the window in my bedroom which faces the same park and has a full view of the moon too. There, I have the perfect view of the unknown thing. I know that I am dealing with this strange thing but I realized I am not sacred at all, what a brave man I am. Because instead of running towards my bed and cover my whole body with thick blanket with shivering knees and gritting teeth, I leaned myself more closer to the window making myself excited to have a clearer sight of the growing thing. The image of the flying object is getting closer than ever before and it is getting whiter and clearer making me decide that it is a bird.
I think I saw this thing somewhere in my mind but have the difficulty to find. With great astonishment and amazement I cracked a loud shout “This cannot be!”
My heart doubled the speed of its beating making me feel cold and nervous for the very first time. How on earth can an owl so intelligent enough to perch and envelope in its sharp beak. Yes! It is an owl with is very prominent large yellow eyes and wide wings span. Now the bird is closer than ever, enough for me to tell that it is a snowy white owl and it directly flew over the roof of my house. With sudden burst of excitement I run towards the opposite window to check if the bird really does pass the house, but I cannot see the bird anymore. My mind draws images after images of the bird landing in my very own roof and transforming itself into something that is very much scary. Now I start to panic but I managed somehow to calm myself. So I need to drink water as what my body demanded and seeing myself running towards the kitchen. With the run I have done it tripled the speed of my heart and decided to trot myself towards the kitchen along the dimly lighted hallway. Cold water may be enough to make myself calm. Pouring the ice cold water into my drying throat and put the glass into the sink and there, I saw it again. I saw the bird clutching its claws with practice balance on the fence with the envelope perch on its beak. Without hesitation I was very much determined to have a closer look of the bird, and so I went out into the yard. I keep on imagining that the owl will transform itself in my very front, forming into a silhouette of man and draw a dagger from somewhere and dig in it deep into my heart then transform itself again to a bird and leaving me lifeless. But it is not what appeared, because the bird just stands so calmly and affects me so much. And finally I decided to touch the bird and take the envelope out its beak. I cannot see evil in the eye of the bird or a chance that it could hurt me in any ways. So I stretch my hand towards the bird and touched the envelope. And as I have the full hold of the envelope in my hand the bird immediately flap its wings and stretches it out making a large shadow over my face. I have panic a bit for I was caught by surprise of the scale of the bird and starting to run towards the door and the bird flew into the air and vanish out into the cold dark night sky.
What a bizarre night I am dealing tonight if I still have a trip to attend tomorrow afternoon, maybe this is a bad omen for me to continue the travel. But I open the envelope anyway which reveals a letter with a strangely figured logo if a shield divided into four quadrants with different colors and presented with animals and with a large capital letter “H” in the middle of it. And as soon as I read the whole entry of the letter I was perfectly surprised of the content. How on earth could this be possible, a faculty of witches and wizards is inviting me to be a visitor in a place which they called Hogwarts. This is not just an ordinary place, but a school for young witches and wizards whom will go to learn the proper used of magic.
I cannot fully comprehend that this thing really does occur in this techno age. Witch and wizard are gone for how many centuries already. Aha! What if everything is just a perfect set up? Maybe there are plenty of cameras out there and I am televised around the globe with loads of audience waiting to laugh on how am I going to react on this prank? But the owl is the only thing that makes me feel that there is something tonight, something that is beyond what I am expecting. I checked the letter for how many times now and glancing to the bottom part of the letter with a beautifully scripted named which says:
The letter told me that I have to visit Hogwarts as one of the “Few Five Fortunate” non-magical being or what they call Muggles to witness the grandeurs of their world. Crap, I told myself. Instead of being intrigued by this odd experience of mine tonight I dive myself into my bed because I still have to prepare myself tomorrow.
The very next morning I packed and ready to leave, with my luggage piled and few bags to carry and with just a call from my boss, I am ready to set off. And in a matter of second my phone rang and it is my boss requesting me to fetch someone. After muttering of complete set of yes and yes sir, I started to drive myself to the King’s Cross Station. There, I have to meet someone that I thought would be a participant for the business promotional activity in
The man didn’t smile and I asked him straight away.
“Good afternoon Sir, are you Mr. Ronald Weasley?”
“No Doubt” the man replied in monotone.
“I am Mr. Meljer Lozano, nice to meet you Mr. Weasley. You are the one I am instructed to meet. Let me lead the way sir, here” as I step forward for him to follow me to where I parked my car, he stopped me by holding me with his hand.
“No, you are coming with me. I am the one instructed to meet you here. Everything is under control and set for your two days tour to Hogwarts. The call you received is from your manager which is perfectly ” he stopped and continued with a whisper “Perhaps Confunded” he stopped again and glanced directly at me and continued his line “ given with total precaution to secure your job safely as soon as you get back to work. You have nothing to worry about.”
“But sir I do not understand what are you taking about? I think you have come to a wrong man, I still have business to attend and I’ll be meeting someone else now” I said strongly that if you happen to be near me you might conclude I am mad, making the people keep staring at me and Mr. Weasley. So I make my exit but again he stopped me by holding my shoulder and said to me directly.
“You received a letter last night” he doesn’t asked, it is a statement.
“How…how did you know about the letter?” I produced I faint smile and said “Aha! You are the owner of the owl and …” before I could finish my line Mr. Weasley draws something out of his pocket and I could remember nothing at all. It is as safe I were sleeping the whole way down to this white smoke belching scarlet train, I can see children running around me, youngster and adults were all busy around. Some were carrying trunks and cages with different kind of owls on it and some were holding toads, rats and cats and I never seen anything like these before. I can see parents counseling children and giving tips how to be a prefect. In other direction there are shouting and yelling “We will be in Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, hurray Gryffindor”. Gryffindor? What was that? And here comes a group of children with someone in the middle who talk with so much boasts “My mother is a pure-blood witch and my father is a pure-blood wizard, so what do you expect of me? Slytherine Quiditch Team will acquire a good Seeker”. Strange but the whole event fascinates me. But before I could decide to have a stroll by my self around, I could hear a high pitch voice from my back which is issuing from a lady with bushy brown hair. Shouting to someone which I can say for sure is Mr. Ronald Weasley.
“How could you Ron! Why did you Confunded him?” she crossed her hands and continue “Cannot you deliver a message to him so calmly? What if someone has seen you drawing out your wand? Perfect ticket to ministry of magic I think? ” shrieked the lady to Mr. Weasley.
“Blimey! Hermione, as what I have told you for how many time already now, no one did, no one have seen me Confunding him, and I am confident with that” replied Mr. Weasley. With that, Mr. Weasley caught me off guard glancing to their conversation and grabs me immediately in front of the lady. Then he introduce me to her “By the way, this is my visitor Mr. Meljer Lozano, a personal secretary of the muggle president of the famous hotels in
“Nice to meet you Mr. Lozano” said the lady
“And oh!, before I forgot, Mr. Lozano this is my lovely wife Hermione Granger Weasley” said Mr. Weasley with his extended hand to introduce Mrs. Weasley and so I did mine to shake Mrs. Weasley’s hands. She looked very intelligent to me and very kind and clever lady with her smile. Then she introduces her own visitor whom I can see to be an attractive man in the named of Mr. Walter Whitecloak.
“Where is Harry by the way? He must be here.” asked Mrs. Weasley.
“His on the train already with his visitor, I think we have to get inside and secure some compartment” suggest Mr. Weasley
“If Harry was already inside, he must have been booked us too, now off we go?”
Then a loud voice issued from the train announces the train is leaving in a moment. So we hurried our selves inside the scarlet vibrating train, it is like a large red serpent which is very much ready to strike.
We pass many compartments inside the train and were searching for someone whom they call Harry. And good lord, we ended up at last almost at the end of the tail of the train and get inside a compartment, in my amazement I never did observe that the interior size of the train is quite much larger compared to the size of the train’s exterior. But I did not put too much attention in it and just followed the couple inside the compartment. There, inside the compartment is a man sitting with a large circular spectacle together with a young lady dress in the same set of clothing I was wearing.
“Hi Harry! How long you’ve been waiting here?” asked Mrs. Weasley to the man sitting inside the compartment.
“Oh hi Hermione, not that long, just enough for Ms. Brown to have her rest” beamed Mr. Potter to Hermione by gesturing for us to sit down.
Then Mr. Potter greeted me by shaking my hand and so all of us exchanges greetings. So I took the chance to comfort my feet and leaned my back against the soft cushion of the chairs. I was about to close my eyes when Mrs. Weasley touch my hand which is sitting in front of me and said.
“Mr. Lozano, I would like to apologize on what my husband did to you this morning” she glance into her watch when the train roared once again to life and continued by saying “We are setting off, it is exactly 11 o’clock in the morning” she paused and beamed to me again “Again Mr. Lozano, I am very much sorry for what had happen, I assure you to punish… ” he instantly stopped as I interrupt him in the middle by saying.
“Him? Mr. Weasley?” I paused when Mrs. Weasley gives me a nod “Oh! Please do not bother your self about it Mrs. Weasley. Indeed, I am actually…shall we say… still surprise of everything. But in summary I have enjoyed this, but instead of punishing Mr. Weasley I would be much pleased if you would be kind enough to explain to me why I can’t remember anything from the moment I left King’s Cross Station because I am very much certain I am not in Britain anymore” with that, Mrs. Weasley gives me a wide smile and answered me.
If I am going to summarize what had happen to me this must be a good deduction to it. Mr. Weasley casts a Confundus Charm to me, according to her it is a jinx that causes a person or animated object to become highly confused. There appear to be varying degrees of inflicted confusion, ranging from tricking a person about a specific issue to making them lose all semblance of common sense, even to the point of endangering themselves. But in my case I was tricked by Mr. Weasley to earn less argument from me and take me with him easily. What a very nice thing to cast to someone, I think deeply. But Mrs. Weasley assures me very much that we are still in
“Anything from the trolley? The travel is quite long dear” said the lady as he pokes her head inside our compartment and offer us different kind of sweets. “Pumpkin Pasties and Chocolate Frog Perhaps? What do you want?” I was caught by the bizarreness of the food they were offering me but Mrs. Weasley had already bought loads of chocolates which is enough for the six of us. Then she offered me a box of Chocolate Frog and in my total surprise the frog is really moving and it feels like alive. But they gestured that I must eat the frog at once before it would leap away and waste the delicious chocolates. And so, with so much repulsion of what might happen inside my mouth if I am going to eat this, I swallowed the frog entirely. From that very moment I have never tasted any chocolates that taste so wonderful.
The surrounding of the train is very mountainous and passes thick green forest and vast green field. I was quite bored in that very moment so I made up my mind to asked Mrs. Weasley something that might lead to a great concentration.
“Ahm, Mrs. Weasley?” I asked generously
“Yes? And please, you can call me Hermione” she said very positively with a wide assuring smile.
“Oh! So, Hermione? Where are we exactly going?” I asked. Though I have the slightest idea that we are heading to Hogwarts, I just want her to elaborate the idea and can build up a conversation.
“As what have you read in the letter, we are heading Hogwarts and we will be their about dark. Everything will be explained by Prof. McGonagall after the sorting ceremony and you will understand why you are here. Today, as you already know is September 1 the very first day where students come to study at
“Few Five Fortunate?” I glanced around to see Ms. Brown which is quite sleeping and Mr. Whitecloak who is looking so calm, as if this is not his first time. He blends a lot in the scenery and glanced back to Hermione “where are the others? I thought we are five? The Few Five Fortunate?” I asked.
“Oh yes, Mrs. Ginny Potter and Ms. Luna Lovegoode is in the nest compartment with their respective visitors and will be attending us later on” she stopped and glanced back into the outside view of the windows.
Time have already ticked away so ghastly, it feels like I was just standing in that platform and here I was, inside a train full of witch and wizard in the making. And the train conductor announces that we already reach our destination. Which I and the other people inside the train have to get out and will be heading to the school immediately. Though according to Hermione, first year student will not be attending the rest of the student for they will be on the boat and will be welcomed in the great hall for the sorting ceremony.
Then at the landing, we meet Mr. Potter’s Wife a beautiful lady with a hair the same with Mr. Weasley. Then appeared a lady with a very whimsical voice, feels like a fairy talking to me. Then we boarded again into carriages that pulled itself with its own accord, but according to Ms. Lovegoode the carriages are not pulling their own weight but magical creatures called thestrals are pulling them. These creatures are invisible to those who haven’t seen someone die. And I haven’t witnessed one myself so maybe that is why I cannot see them too.
Everything seems so creepy, cold and dark. Beyond the dark skies there lies an enormous building at the top of the cliff: The Castle of Hogwarts. From that very moment I told myself. I want o stay longer because I know that there is still plenty of magical things and creature will be introduce to us.
Then I gasp for a cold fresh air and brace myself to expect the most unexpected and whisper to my own ears “I Love Magic”. Then the carriage pulled higher and closer into the castle, and I am getting nearer into the place where thousands of amazing stories to be shared.
Share their world to a muggle like me.
