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Ally Cope: Travels of a PotterGirl - Sa13+


Chapter Guide
Day Zero
Day One: Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight
Day Two: Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

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Day Zero

I only have five minutes. Maybe less than that.

We got off the plane half an hour ago, and my dad is off trying to untangle the strange rules in the UK for getting a rental car. And I told my mom that I lost my trip journal and was just going to run into this kiosk to buy one.

Only I didn’t really lose my trip journal. I obviously have it, because HELLO? I’m writing in it right now. But the most important thing about keeping a journal is writing stuff down when it’s still fresh, right? And we JUST got off the plane, so this is definitely still fresh.

Here’s the big news flash: THE COPE FAMILY JUST LANDED IN THE UNITED KINGDOM.

My mom has this wacky idea that we should all keep these journals the whole time we’re on vacation, and then when we get home, she’ll scrapbook what we wrote with all the family pictures we take. Cheesy, right? She tries to do this on all our vacations.

Last year’s super thrilling trip to the rubber museum in Akron resulted in a scrapbook about three pages long. One page of my brother Brad posing next to giant stacks of tires, one page of my dad sleeping in the car, and the only page anyone wrote in their journals. It said “Akron has no beaches” 127 times. I would have written it more, but my pen disappeared on the trip home.

So let me tell you how UH-MAZE-ING it is that my parents decided to take us to England this year. We were having dinner, and my mom says, “We’re going on a trip to somewhere you’ll both like this time.” As if last time, there was some invisible third sibling who really LOVES rubber.

My brother is one of those sports-obsessed guys, so he starts listing all these ballparks and arenas that he wants to see. He totally missed the part where it would be somewhere we BOTH like. And then my dad can’t stand it anymore and he shouts, “WE’RE TAKING YOU TO ENGLAND.”

Spoiler alert much, Dad?


Day Zero, Part 2

Brad found me and dragged me out of the kiosk.

The Cope family is now on the road. My mom is driving, even though she’s sitting on the passenger side and driving on the wrong side of the street. My dad is asleep (this is what he does on most of our vacations). Brad is ignoring me. No loss.

“Honey, why don’t you look at all the amazing scenery out the window? Maybe you’ll see Hogwarts.” Ugh. I can tell by the smile on Mom’s face that she think she’s being cool.

“Mom, much as I love you for skipping the museums devoted to petroleum products on this trip, your lack of Potter knowledge is shameful. Everyone knows Hogwarts is in Scotland.”

“Oh.” She starts watching the road, and I know I hurt her feelings. Brad knows it too.

“Shut up, Ug.” He is so lulzy and stuff. Leigh is my middle name. Get it? Ug-leigh?

Brad’s no prize either. My friend Kat says he’s hot, but he’s more of an Arm Pit than a Brad Pitt. My brother, the Arm Pit of humanity.

My mom isn’t wrong, though – I would sell my own kidneys for a chance to see Hogwarts, or really any location used in one of the Harry Potter movies. That’s the big draw for me on this trip: I’m a major Potterphile. I love all things Potter.

But instead, we’re heading in completely the wrong direction. My parents got a great deal on a cottage on a lake or something, but it isn’t the right direction to see anything. Imagine being this close to places I’ve only ever dreamed about… and not getting to see any of it.


Day Zero, Part 3

We’ve arrived at the cottage. Its pitch black, with the brightest stars I’ve ever seen. Still, the lake is just the sound of waves on the shore right now, so I’m not sure yet what the level of lame is.

Mom’s flipping. She just realized half my suitcase is packed with all seven Harry Potter books, companion books, and lexicons, instead of clothes and stuff. I guess she should have been more specific when she told me limited packing space would require us to prioritize.

Harry Potter is my priority.

She says I’d better go to my room before she Avada Kedavra’s my face. Except she says “abracadaver,” but I get mad anyway.

“Mom!” I say. “The Killing Curse is not a joke!” I slam the door behind me, but it’s sort of pathetic because the door doesn’t latch. It bounces open again.

If I was a witch and not just a sad little Muggle girl, I would have slammed the door again with all my pent up rage!magic. Instead, I just let it flap open as I bury myself in the covers.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow my vacation begins.
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