HP and the DA: Blacks welcome box
Chapter 4
Black’s welcome box
“DUDS! Stay away from that cupboard” came frequent roars.
The day seemed to be ordinary on the contradiction that sweat was running down Harry’s neck. All the week had passed in anger and anxiety. It had been as if someone was cursing you his mind constantly, not letting him free. Today he knew would be a different day, either all the dreadful dreams would turn up into reality about the strange arts school or he would gain relief from all his fears, if that happened he would be more than happy and maybe would arrange a party with the spiders feeding them with the little rat food that was thrown inside like a dog-bone.
“I want my plane!”
“Shut up!”
Whereas Harry in the cupboard did not dare to put on the glasses or turn aside to have a look around. Maybe a letter would be waiting in some of the spider webs with welcome greetings. Time passed and nowhere to look in the little space of the cupboard he glanced around. His heart disturbed the silent air! A black looking thing was lying near the door. Turning away he took another quick glance hoping to find the black thing disappears. He stopped dead, eyes wide open without the glasses. He knew the faith hadn’t favored him. He knew it was the end, he would surely end up in the dark arts school, soon the dreadful dreams would turn into reality-something unimagined. But he decided he would lye there and do nothing. Nothing? He thought ‘He-the one who survived lord Voldemort could do nothing!’ He had to give away the anger just banging the wall and disturbing the spiders. All he could do is not touch the black – (he put on the glasses)-box and he did it allowing the time to stop.
“DUDDY! N-”
THUD!
“YOU DUNDERHEAD! HAND OVER TH-”
The box had crushed a glass had broken into pieces and smoke was rising into the air forming a vast silvery blue cloud. The air had stopped; even the breath seemed to freeze. Dudley’s mouth was opening wide but all the sound had went quiet. He felt as someone had captured his mind and it was being focused on the cloud. And to his fears a voice came: ‘welcome to the world of dark arts Mr. Harry Potter’
Harry looked around but the sound seemed to come from all over.
‘Black bead strange arts school had submitted your request entry into the dark inspiring ministry’
“Who’s there?”
‘This voice will guide you through your journey. Please follow the steps.’
No one. Dudley was still shouting. Could he not here it or see the cloud? (if he did he would have disappeared)
‘Step one step into the cloud and speak to choose the entry option. The options are black fog appearing solution 200, the ray travel, light-D-floight or apparate. If you don’t choose the option then the process will continue as described by the dark arts manual. We recommend you choose so things don’t go wrong on the way.’
What! His breath was exploding.
He would be transferred anyway, should he choose? (He had only heard about the word ‘apparate’ from the four options)
He breathe hard. Thought for some time…what if he was late in deciding.
Let it be.
He stepped.
“apparate”