Chapter 2
Harry stared at the driver wide eyed and got in the car. The
man inside grinned at him happily. The woman beside him, though
she was probably in her fifties took Harry's breath away. He
could never remember seeing a woman so attractive!
"Well!" the man remarked, "This must be Harry!
I've heard so much about you, young man! I'm very glad to meet
you!" He extended his hand and Harry took it. It was a very
strong handshake. But Harry noticed the man wore gloves, and he
wondered at this.
"Are you sure," Dudley asked, "you two aren't
related, Mr. Potter?" The older man shook his head as the
limo pulled away.
"Yes," he answered, "I did some checking...maybe
many centuries back but nothing recent. Now did the tutor help
with those grades?"
"Yes," Dudley answered. "My mother sends her
thanks again!"
"None needed!" the man assured. "Our greatest joy
is helping people. After all, when you have as much money as we
do, more than you could ever spend in one hundred lifetimes, the
greatest joy you can have with it is making other people
happy."
Harry knew he was going to like this man. He could tell he wasn't
saying these things just to impress people. "How did you
make your money?" Harry asked. "Did you inherit
it?"
Dudley laughed. "Really, Harry!" he put in, "You
haven't heard of James Potter, the famous author..."The
Ghosts Of McGreggin's Castle," "What's
That In The Pot?", every ghost story that's
been written in the last twenty years is his, not to mention his
nonfiction works "They Walk Among Us,"
"The Spirits In Our Souls," and "Who
Have We Been Before"?"
"Oh!" Harry muttered, "You're THAT
Mr. Potter! Yes sir. Unfortunately my school work has kept me so
busy I haven't had time to read much modern literature. But I do
want to read your works when I have an opportunity."
"Quite understandable!" Mr Potter answered. "Quite
understandable! School work always comes first, young man,
always! I always impress on young people the importance of an
education. All cannot be as lucky as I am, and meet a woman who
helps him overcome his handicaps and accomplish great
things."
Harry looked surprised. "You have a handicap, sir?" he
asked.
The author smiled. "Yes, Harry," he answered. "I
suffer from a condition called dyslexsia. I can barely write my
own name. We produced every single one of my books by having me
dictate them to my wife. She then wrote them down and typed them
up. Now I have secretaries to do that."
"Incredible!" Harry muttered. "Aren't you also the
leader of some church?"
"Yes Harry!" Mr. Potter answered. "I'm the leader
of The United Spiritualist Churches. We have many chapters and
temples throughout England. We're not very popular with the
liberal say anything, do anything churches."
"That I've heard!" Harry agreed. "Your stand
against liberalism has hurt a lot of peoples' feelings."
"You can't worry about feelings, Harry," Mr. Potter
continued, "you can only worry what's right and wrong and
speak the truth when truth needs to be spoken. It doesn't matter
what names people call you, as long as you do what's right."
"Yes sir!" Harry answered. This man reminded him of
Dumbledor. That thought brought a pain, but Harry quickly
surpressed it. "May I ask something?" Harry put in.
"Certainly!" Mr. Potter answered.
"Your driver, he looks like the American boxer Tybus, Samuel
Tybus."
Mr. Potter laughed. "Well, that might be because that's who
he is!"
"But I thought he was a millionaire," Harry continued.
"He is!" Mr. Potter answered, "Not quite as rich
as me, but very well to do. And now that we have been helping him
with his finances he's getting even richer! But his greatest joy
Harry, is being my wife's executive assistant, and his wife is my
assistant. Sometimes, Harry, people with a lot of money have a
hard time figuring out how to properly spend it, and to find
things to do with their time. This dear man has found that the
most joyful way of spending his time is helping us do good, that
nothing fulfills him more. So I am very grateful for his
service."
Harry smiled back, and looked to the driver, who winked at him in
the mirror.
"Aren't they just a wonderful bunch of people?" Dudley
remarked.
Harry could not help but reply "Yes, they are!"
Everybody laughed. They pulled in beside a building that had very
large sports fields around it. "Well, here we are!" Mr.
Potter announced. "If you go join the young ladies,"
Mr. Potter told his wife, "I'll get these young men up and
running."
"Oh, I'm just here to observe," Harry put in.
"I
see one of the young ladies," Mr. Potter's wife remarked,
"is waiting for us."
Mr. Potter looked up and smiled.
"Yes, indeed!" he remarked. As they emerged from the
car a very attractive girl walked up.
"Hello, Dudley!" she cooed.
"Hi Pam!" Dudley sighed in return.
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