The Freudian Factor

The Freudian Factor

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Chapter Three

I have been here for 2 weeks. I am starting to get used to the talking paintings.

Ok, so I'm lying.

It is odd coming from where everything is normal (Muggle normal) and then to be plopped all of a sudden somewhere....magical. Now imagine me splaying my hands out dramatically as I say that.

It's a Muggle eat Muggle world out there.

I don't know where that came from. Maybe I have been spending too much time with the professor who teaches about Muggles here. He has got soo many things backward. I offered to help him strait some things out. He asked Dumbledore and now guess where I spend my afternoons. Yep, you got it. Any ways I help him prepare for some of his classes for the next year and stuff.

I found that I remember everything about this world and certain people's names; like I know the name of the President of the United States and that the present Minister of Magic is Cornelius Fudge. The git. I wonder why I just called him a git.

I didn't remember anything about Voldermort till Dumbledore told me and now I just have to remember to refer to him as "He-who-must-not-be-named".

Dumbledore took me to Diagon alley to get school supplies. I met a girl there, Hermione Granger. She is very smart.

We went to the bookstores together and she suggested some books I might find interesting. I told her I was almost done with Hogwarts, a history.

"That's great!" she said. "When did you start it?"

"The day before last." She stared at me on that one.

"I read fast," I explained and she nodded.

Anyways.

She thinks my accent is funny.

Then I point out that from my point of view she has the accent.

So an hour and three bookstores and an ice cream shop later we were happily walking along chatting about the houses in Hogwarts. I had learned that Hermione was in Gryffindor. She was happily explaining house points to me when we were stopped by an imposing figure.

I looked up and saw platinum blond hair and silver eyes.

"Ah, Miss Granger, school shopping, I presume?" said the man. Hermione's eyes narrowed.

" I am," she replied. I don't like the tone of voice this man has. "And you brought a little friend. Muggle, I presume." He says, sneering. Hermione started to flush and looked at me.

"And you would be?" I ask.

"Lucious Malfoy, please forgive me," and he smiles tightly and holds out his hand.

Oh, I do not want to touch him.

"Rachel Black, good day Mr. Malfoy, we must be on our way," I say and grabbed Hermione and steered her away from a semi shocked Lucious Malfoy.

" I can't believe you did that," she says. Oh, gee, she's pale.

"Why? What's wrong?" I have a feeling that this is going to be bad.

"Well, you remember that boy I told you about? The one that's always giving me and my friends a hard time and is in Slytherin?"

"Get on with it!"

" That was his father."

Oh.

"I'm doomed aren't I?"

"Maybe he will forget and nothing will happen," she is babbling now. I hope it isn't that bad. " and you told him your name and everything,"

"Hermione, it will be all right, you'll see. Don't worry." She stops and looks at me.

"I suppose it will. I mean, if you can survive Snape, no doubt you'll survive Mr. Malfoy."

Then we were quiet for a while. I started to giggle.

"What?" she says smiling.

"Wasn't that funny?" Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Now, what were we talking about? Ah, yes the houses."

"Yes," said Hermione. " What house do you think you will be in?"

I thought about that for a moment before speaking. "Well, Albus, I mean Headmaster Dumbledore, keeps saying I would be a good Gryffindor, something about getting under Professor Snape's skin," and paused as Hermione giggled. She had told her about her experiences with Snape. "But I am thinking the fates won't be so kind and I will wind up in Slytherin."

"Oh, I hope not," said Hermione.

"But think of the house points I could lose," I said "and it would be worse if I was in Gryffindor. Hmm, maybe I would do ok in Ravenclaw. I have nothing against Hufflepuff, but me? No. Slytherin it is." I say with a sigh and caught sight of Dumbledore, who was *ack*, talking to Lucious Malfoy.

"Uh oh," said Hermione.

"Why do I suddenly get the feeling my liver is in mortal peril here?" I say as we walk towards them.

And so, once more onto the breach, dear friends.

To be continued.....bwahahhahahahhahahha