A visit to Hogwart
by Ola
disclaimer: Alex is mine, and so is the plot. Everything you remember from the Harry Potter books is J.K Rowlings.
It's
Friday again. Finally. I can't remember ever being so tired. I thought wearily as I
slowly made my way to my school locker. All week long, I have been taking final
exams in all of my classes, and studying for hours on end until the wee hours
of the night. Which usually meant no more than four hours of sleep per day. So
you can imagine how I felt after a whole week of that. Like being run over by a
car, like having a head twice its normal size, like having shoulders as hard as
concrete, like b… okay, I think you get it now.
For
once, not having to hurry to catch my bus home, I was happy to slowly plod my
way through the empty hallways, taking my time. And why should the hallways be
empty only a few minutes after the bell rang, would you ask? Well, as I said,
it was Friday, and where I come from, on Fridays, people go out to parties, and
to the movies, no matter what happens to the world around them. I think there
could be a giant earthquake, or the world could stop turning, and they would
still go out on Fridays. Me, I would be happy to go home, take a relaxing
shower, and lie down on my bed for a few months! Well, I had to get home first.
At
that moment, I found myself staring at the number plaque of my blue locker with
no recollection of how I got there. Didn't I tell you that I was EXTREMELY
tired? I let my forehead softly bang against the cool surface of the metal box,
breathing slowly in and out. It felt good. And I had to remind myself that it
would feel even better once I got home.
My
abused mind somehow remembered the combination of the lock, and my fingers,
numbed from endless hours of writing, managed to twist the little knob in the
right position. Open sesame! I thought with a silent giggle. And so it
did. But my happy expression turned into a frown of surprise and my tiredness
dissipated like snow in august. Lying on my book of psychology was a thick
envelop with the following words scribbled on it in green ink:
Alex Westwood
Locker 402
Middletown High
Is
that a joke?
I quickly glanced down the hall, but I found it empty. No straggling soul
rummaging in its locker; no head pocking from behind a semi-closed door to see
my reactions. Well, it won't hurt to see what's inside. I was about to tear
it open when I thought an annoying but curious though: how did this envelop get
here? There are no ventilation holes big enough for it to be slipped through,
and it is far too thick to have been slipped under the door. How did the sender
know my code? Did he (I somehow made my mind that it was a guy's hand writing)
get it from the office? And if he did, then why didn't he just call me down to
hand it to me directly? Maybe it was a surprise? Yea, and maybe I could hurry
up to see what it is then. I thought the last thought with a wry smile, and
quickly opened the mystery envelop.
Inside
was one thick page of an old looking brownish color. It was a surprise indeed,
but in the sense that I had expected more than one page, as the whole thing was
quit thick. Like the "address", the letter was written in green ink, seemingly
with a quill. A quill? Where did he get a quill? And who writes with a quill
these days anyway? Instead of satisfying my curiosity, reading that letter only
surprised me more. And as short as the letter was, I finished the last words
with my jaw definitely hanging down to my knees and my eyes bulging with
incomprehension. I must have looked quite silly then. So I snapped my jaw shut
with an audible click, which by the way did nothing to dispel my shock because
the letter that I was holding in my trembling fingers said in no uncertain
terms that I was invited to visit Hogwarts for an entire month!
Gone
were the thoughts of mid terms and of the Krebs cycle, gone were the tiredness
and the boringness. I must have stood there, alone, staring unbelievingly at
that strange piece of paper for a long time, with dust balls slowly dancing
through the chilly air in a ray of sunshine. What happened in my head though
was nothing like my cool exterior. My brain was a battlefield for thousands of
thoughts, each one fighting to keep itself alive, and to make me realize how
absurd this whole thing was. Who could know that I read Harry Potter books?
Who could get such a rare paper and a quill? Who would be imaginative enough to
play such a prank? And then of course, my mind kept returning to the
question of how that darn envelop had gotten into my locker in the first place!
And what if it was true? Then, does magic really exist? I thought in
awe. Could I really fly on a broom or see Lily and James, or Harry and Co?
Deep down, I didn't believe any of it. Magic? Right. And pigs will fly! But the
imaginative part of my mind didn't have any problems with that. However, my
practical side came up with a really good question. When, and how would I
get there?
That
didn't seem to be a problem as I soon found out. The letter and the envelope
both vanished from my hands, as if … by magic, and I leaped back in terror and
shock, chocking a loud gasp. How did he do that? Who did it? My mind was a
whirling maelstrom. Nothing made sense. And then, even more stupefying was the
fact that a hand was sticking out of my locker, and the person to whom it
belonged grunted in annoyance. I think he was stuck. For a moment, I laughed at
the strangeness of it all. That is, until I heard footsteps coming toward me
from a nearby hallway. Panicked at the notion of what someone might think about
a hand sticking out of MY locker, I quickly tried to push it back in to close
the metal door of the locker. But something really strange happened (as if not
enough strange things had already happened! J) The hand gripped my wrist
and pulled me into my locker too. The thought of how I managed to pass through
that narrow opening was ejected from my mind as I fell into darkness, and
screamed.
Note:
Please review. This is my first fan fic and I want to know if anybody likes it.
If yea, then I might write the next part! J
