Harry Potter: The Next Generation

By Rachel, with the help of her friend Anne

Prologue

The windowpane slid silently open. Dark night poured into the bedroom. A pudgy shadow slid a flabby leg onto the carpet. With a great thump, the overweight shape landed in the room.

The two figures in the bed slept peacefully on, unaware that they were not alone.

The massive silhouette slunk all around the room, and found what it was looking for. Climbing back out the window, in its haste, it fell into the bushes with a large crash. Harry heard the noise this time and ran to the window, but the shadow was gone.

He went scavenging around the room to see if any items were missing. Most of their possessions were in place, except for one of great personal value. He stood beside the window and stared out into the night.