Mr.Johnson and Savanna

               When he woke up, Mr. Johnson almost cried out in joy. It was a Sunday! That meant no errands to run because the shops were closed. But it was a very special Sunday. Mr. Johnson was going to have a day with his granddaughter, Savanna, who was 11 years old. Her dad was going to drop her off, then she was all his. Mr. Johnson, who was 74 years old, hadn’t seen Savanna since she was six. He was very excited about it.

          Mr. Johnson hobbled out of bed and took a bath and brushed his teeth quickly. Then he went to the kitchen and made scrambled eggs and toast. Just then he saw the red hovercraft appear in his driveway. It was Savanna! Mr. Johnson hurried outside to greet them and when Savanna stepped out, he gasped. Savanna had golden brown hair, like a freshly baked loaf of bread. She was wearing it in a ponytail and her face looked like she had just come out of a beauty salon. She was tall and had strong legs and arms, a born athlete. She looked so different than the last time he saw her!

          “Oh, Savanna! You’ve gotten so tall since I last saw you! And you look like the girl version of Michael Jordan! Such a pretty face! You are so much like your mother...” Mr. Johnson droned on and on about how Savanna looked like. Savanna looked down bashfully.

          “Dad! Dad! Dad, you can stop now!” cried Savanna’s dad impatiently to Mr. Johnson.

          “Oh, sorry Quinn. Savanna, dear, why don’t you come inside? I made your favorite- scrambled eggs and toast!” said Mr. Johnson to Savanna. Savanna’s face lit up and she said   “Thanks Grandpa! You’re the best. Bye dad! See you tonight!” Quinn disappeared into the hovercraft and whizzed away quickly.

          “Well, Savanna, it’s just you and me now, I guess,” said Mr. Johnson

          “I guess so too,” mumbled Savanna, her mouth full of eggs and toast.

          “So what would you like to do first Savanna?” asked Mr. Johnson.

          “Well, I really wanted to go to the library today. Can we go there now?” inquired Savanna. Mr. Johnson thought it was a good idea, so he agreed that first they would go to the library, go out for Mongolian food for lunch, and then spend the rest of the day looking through various shops at the mall.

          Mr. Johnson and Savanna headed outside and decided to take the scooter instead of the hovercraft to the library because it was so nice out. They both climbed on to the scooter, Mr. Johnson put in the address for the library and off they went. They passed by the high school, which had an electric sign that was hard not to look at. It said at that moment:

Sunday, June 25, 2275

•  Come to our annual magic show and fireworks next week on Tuesday, July 4, 2275 to celebrate our country’s independence!
•  Enrollment in to high school starts in August, 9th graders!
•  Have a good summer!

Then it flashed away to different news and Mr. Johnson sped away on the scooter. They reached the library and stepped inside. The air was cool and refreshing. It was nearly empty, only a few kids checking out books and a couple of old women gossiping in the magazine section. The librarian was busily putting back returned books. Mr. Johnson and Savanna slipped past the librarian and the old women, strode over to a little couch for two, and plopped down. They talked quietly a bit, and then set out to find a book.

          Mr. Johnson suggested many books, but Savanna turned them down. Finally, Savanna found a little corner with some old books and took out a great big volume which had in bold letters Harry Potter written on it. She and Mr. Johnson settled down in the couch and opened the book to the first chapter.

          “Oh, my gosh,” breathed Savanna. The page was covered with beautiful drawings of lions, serpents, eagles and badgers. There were also strange names like Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. It also said Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus. Mr. Johnson was astounded by the penmanship.

          They turned to the next page eagerly to read and find out more. The book was evidently old and very dusty, so they had to restrain from coughing. As soon as they finished the 6^th chapter, Mr. Johnson felt a sort of sucking sensation on his hand and face. He rubbed his hands together hoping it would disappear, but it just got stronger. Savanna also started doing that also.

 Suddenly, within a blink of an eye, both Johnsons were not on the couch anymore, but sitting in a hot cellar full of strange equipment. There were brooms, sticks and scrolls all over the place.

“Grandpa, where are we? I don’t think this is the library,” said a nervous Savanna.

“It’s okay Savanna. We’ll get out of here in no time,” replied Mr. Johnson, wanting to calm Savanna. They climbed out of the cellar and found themselves in the cold snow. They found snow shovels and cleared out a path to walk in. Somebody had left behind snow jackets, so they pulled them on, instantly feeling warmer.

“Hello there,” said somebody with an English accent. Mr. Johnson and Savanna whirled around to find themselves face to face with 3 teenagers, all looking about 13 years old. There was one girl and two boys.

“My name’s Harry Potter and these are my friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger,” one boy said and motioned to the other two companions.

“Who are you?” Ron Weasley asked.

“My name is Mr. Steven Johnson, and this is my granddaughter, Savanna Johnson,” replied Mr. Johnson to the three kids. Then Savanna took over and explained how they had come there. But both Savanna and Mr. Johnson knew well enough that some phenomenon had put them inside the book. Inside, Savanna was freaking out so badly.

The trio seemed to know just what to do though, so they relied on them. Savanna and Mr. Johnson followed the trio to a large, old, bearded professor who seemed to be head of all the people on campus. His name was Professor Albus Dumbledore. He waved a stick in the air while uttering words, like he was doing magic then pointed the wand at them. A streak of blue light erupted from the tip of the wand. It hit them and nothing happened.

The professor looked puzzled, and then tried again. Nothing happened again. Then the professor looked puzzled still, and then he seemed to be remembering something.

“Harry, the spell isn’t working because Voldemort has ransacked the Ministry of Magic. He must be destroyed if these two want to go home. And you my boy,” explained Professor Dumbledore to Harry, “have to kill him. Soon.”

Hermione and Ron gasped and gaped at Harry. Savanna and Mr. Johnson didn’t get it, but the trio explained.

 If Lord Voldemort had more power, he could keep spells from working properly, since the Ministry of Magic well, controls magic. A lot of spells were tabooed or wouldn’t work at all. Also, he didn’t want anyone to escape him and his horrible wrath. Apparently, Lord Voldemort wanted to kill Harry and take over the non- Muggle world. Why he wanted to do that, they never found out.

Savanna, Mr. Johnson and the trio went to the trio’s dormitories and they packed their bags to go and find Voldemort.  Savanna tried to brighten the mood by calling Voldemort names like “Voldeemotee” and “Volde Mortipie”. Almost everyone had to crack up at that second one!

Just as they were about to head out the great oak doors, somebody ran past them screaming, “Voldemort’s here! Run for your lives! Aaaaaaah!!” a horde of people around them started waving their arms in the air, running and screaming.

The trio started heading the other way than the screaming people, so Savanna and Mr. Johnson had no choice but to follow them. It took a long time to navigate through the moving stairs and winding hallways, but finally, they exited the building.

 A pale man with no nose and a sneer on his face came in to their view. He was wearing black robes and he was bald. He was mercilessly killing people off in scores. He looked exactly as the book described it. It was Voldemort.

Savanna and Mr. Johnson hid behind some bricks that had piled up when Voldemort damaged the school.

“Voldeemotee,” whispered Savanna, clutching Mr. Johnson’s hand. Mr. Johnson had to stifle his smile in order to remain concealed from Voldemort.

“Harry Potter,” said Voldemort when he caught sight of Harry. “So nice to see you again with you little companions. Get ready to die.” taunted Voldemort. He raised his wand and yelled a spell but Harry deflected it in a split second.

 And so a long battle began, with Hermione and Ron stepping in when Harry was unprepared.

Suddenly, savanna had an idea. She picked up a rock and threw it behind Voldemort. He paid no attention, but the trio seemed to know what she was doing. Savanna threw another rock, this time a bigger one in to the same spot. Voldemort still didn’t pay attention. Then Savanna heaved a great big crimson brick into her arms and, with Mr. Johnson’s help she hurled it to the rear of Voldemort. It made a big thump and landed on Voldemort’s robes. He whirled around to see what made the sound. He realized somehow, the brick had been dropped on to his robes. His robes were tightly secured to his waist and his wand had gotten lost in the whirling action. He was trapped.  Finally, Harry killed him. Voldemort screamed and disintegrated in to nothing.

 When all traces of Voldemort vanished, so did Savanna and Mr. Johnson. They were back on the library couch as if nothing had happened. No time seemed to have passed by at all.

They slowly put away Harry Potter back and left the library. On the way to lunch, Savanna said “This has been the best day ever.”