In The Heart Of The Forest
written by Dora Scamander
Dora is on her way to Hogwarts for her third year. She is happy as always to be back, but she has a big secret. Is the secret ridiculous? Is it worthwhile? Is it right? Yes, it is right. And nothing will change Dora's opinion of that. This is a detailed version of my backstory, really - all about my life at Hogwarts. I hope you enjoy! Also, thank you to Lizzie Tonks who gave me the idea for this book!
Last Updated
05/31/21
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2
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ONE
Chapter 1
"Come on, sleepy head!"
Dora mumbled drowsily, then yelped as a pillow hit her face. "All right, all right, I'm up!"
She opened her eyes, yawned, and sat up. "What's the hurry?"
Twelve year old Lorcan jumped onto the bed, his chestnut hair spiky and scruffy, eyes alight. "You don't remember? We're going back to Hogwarts today, silly!"
Dora paused, and then grinned. "How could I forget! So we are!"
She jumped out of bed and pulled the curtains aside. Sunlight poured into the room, and Dora threw open the window and breathed in the fresh morning air, as she always did in the morning.
This morning is my last here for a while, she thought. But soon I'll be at the castle again!
She turned around and looked over the room. The sunlight illuminated the messy unmade bed and various objects strewn over the floor.
"But we can't go off to school with our room in this state." She said, and moved to the bed to start to make it.
Lorcan's twin, Lysander, who looked identical to his brother, was in the midst of packing his trunk. "I wonder if we're allowed to take nifflers to Hogwarts." He said thoughtfulyly. "Trinket is going to miss me."
Dora plumped up a pillow, shaking her head. "Already tried it," She said. "And I wouldn't again."
The twins grinned.
When the room was restored to respectable order her brothers tumbled downstairs, leaving Dora to dress and pack. She pulled on a pair of her jeans, which had a number of large holes at the knees, a hoodie with the printed words on front: 'The Holyhead Harpies', and, lastly, her radish earrings, which her mother had given to her last year for her birthday.
Then clothes, books, parchment and quills, and other things went in. With a bit of effort Dora snapped the clasps of the trunk shut, and pocketed her wand. Then she took a last look around the room: the wallpaper covered with drawings the three of them had scribbled over the years, the three tidy beds, the desk stained with ink and piled with books, and the shelf which housed things like a magnifying glass, a vase of bright flowers, and toys. Then she smiled slightly, turned and left the room.
The bedroom opened into the hall, and Dora skipped down the wooden spiral staircase to the living room.
This was her favourite room of the house. The walls were simply covered in paintings, drawings, and natural artifacts like leaves and shells. There was also a wizarding clock.
There was a big shelf next to the clock filled with hundreds of books, and a fire place was next to it. Armchairs and couches stood in the corners, snug and cushioned. On the opposite wall were the windows, which reached to the floor, and two french doors. These doors were open, and all manner of creatures were coming in and out.
Two jobberknoll birds had made their nest at the top of the doors and were flying in and out with bits of hay and fluff, a niffler was digging in the dirt of the vegetable garden just outside , there was even a fairy which was fluttering around squeaking unintelligibly. There were muggle animals too - a ginger cat was stalking the fairy, hiding behind a flowerpot, a beagle dog lay on the mat in the sun with a magical crup terrier, a little mouse was scurrying back and forth over the beagles head and nose, and a monarch butterfly was sitting in the sun on a plucked flower. It was to this that Dora approached. At a closer angle it could be clearly seen that there was something wrong with the butterfly's wings - there were bent and folded and unnatural angles. Dora gently let the little insect crawl onto her finger.
"Good morning, Bud." She said, apparently addressing the butterfly. She held him up to her eyes and examined him. "How are you feeling?"
The butterfly flapped his bent wings gently up and down. Dora turned inside and crossed the living room to a door at the far end. She opened it and went inside.
The kitchen was cluttered, but spotlessly clean. Pots and pans hung on the walls and also posters and pictures. A delicious smell of pancakes came wafting up Dora's nose. "Smells delicious, Mummy." She said.
Luna Lovegood, who was flipping a pancake at the oven, looked up.
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Dora mumbled drowsily, then yelped as a pillow hit her face. "All right, all right, I'm up!"
She opened her eyes, yawned, and sat up. "What's the hurry?"
Twelve year old Lorcan jumped onto the bed, his chestnut hair spiky and scruffy, eyes alight. "You don't remember? We're going back to Hogwarts today, silly!"
Dora paused, and then grinned. "How could I forget! So we are!"
She jumped out of bed and pulled the curtains aside. Sunlight poured into the room, and Dora threw open the window and breathed in the fresh morning air, as she always did in the morning.
This morning is my last here for a while, she thought. But soon I'll be at the castle again!
She turned around and looked over the room. The sunlight illuminated the messy unmade bed and various objects strewn over the floor.
"But we can't go off to school with our room in this state." She said, and moved to the bed to start to make it.
Lorcan's twin, Lysander, who looked identical to his brother, was in the midst of packing his trunk. "I wonder if we're allowed to take nifflers to Hogwarts." He said thoughtfulyly. "Trinket is going to miss me."
Dora plumped up a pillow, shaking her head. "Already tried it," She said. "And I wouldn't again."
The twins grinned.
When the room was restored to respectable order her brothers tumbled downstairs, leaving Dora to dress and pack. She pulled on a pair of her jeans, which had a number of large holes at the knees, a hoodie with the printed words on front: 'The Holyhead Harpies', and, lastly, her radish earrings, which her mother had given to her last year for her birthday.
Then clothes, books, parchment and quills, and other things went in. With a bit of effort Dora snapped the clasps of the trunk shut, and pocketed her wand. Then she took a last look around the room: the wallpaper covered with drawings the three of them had scribbled over the years, the three tidy beds, the desk stained with ink and piled with books, and the shelf which housed things like a magnifying glass, a vase of bright flowers, and toys. Then she smiled slightly, turned and left the room.
The bedroom opened into the hall, and Dora skipped down the wooden spiral staircase to the living room.
This was her favourite room of the house. The walls were simply covered in paintings, drawings, and natural artifacts like leaves and shells. There was also a wizarding clock.
There was a big shelf next to the clock filled with hundreds of books, and a fire place was next to it. Armchairs and couches stood in the corners, snug and cushioned. On the opposite wall were the windows, which reached to the floor, and two french doors. These doors were open, and all manner of creatures were coming in and out.
Two jobberknoll birds had made their nest at the top of the doors and were flying in and out with bits of hay and fluff, a niffler was digging in the dirt of the vegetable garden just outside , there was even a fairy which was fluttering around squeaking unintelligibly. There were muggle animals too - a ginger cat was stalking the fairy, hiding behind a flowerpot, a beagle dog lay on the mat in the sun with a magical crup terrier, a little mouse was scurrying back and forth over the beagles head and nose, and a monarch butterfly was sitting in the sun on a plucked flower. It was to this that Dora approached. At a closer angle it could be clearly seen that there was something wrong with the butterfly's wings - there were bent and folded and unnatural angles. Dora gently let the little insect crawl onto her finger.
"Good morning, Bud." She said, apparently addressing the butterfly. She held him up to her eyes and examined him. "How are you feeling?"
The butterfly flapped his bent wings gently up and down. Dora turned inside and crossed the living room to a door at the far end. She opened it and went inside.
The kitchen was cluttered, but spotlessly clean. Pots and pans hung on the walls and also posters and pictures. A delicious smell of pancakes came wafting up Dora's nose. "Smells delicious, Mummy." She said.
Luna Lovegood, who was flipping a pancake at the oven, looked up.
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