Some of the boys starting at Stonewall High would say Mark Evans was.
different. Well, they were right.
Mark was a small boy, with messy dark blonde hair, and beautiful almond shaped shocking blue eyes. He had pale pink, full lips, and was built like his father, short and skinny.
Mark lived in fear of all the children at his school. He was the community punching bag. He would often come home with black eyes and bruises. His father, Tom, would resort to the old fashion method and give Mark a steak to put on his eye. His mother, Bianca, did different. She made them disappear. Literally.
Bianca Evans was a witch, along with her cousin, Lily Evans. They attended a school for people who could do magic, called Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry.
Just in the previous month, Bianca was murdered, but Mark and Tom were told she died in a car crash. She was murdered by Lord Voldemort, for marrying a muggle, and for having a child with this muggle.
At this moment, Mark was gazing out the open window onto Godrics Hollow with a light breeze playing across his face. Nothing moved out in the night, except an owl flying towards his house.
He watched the owl for quite some time, and the longer he watched, the closer it came to his house. Then the owl flew over a lamp post, and Mark was baffled at what he saw.
The owl was carrying an envelope.
Then, still shocked, Mark made to slam the window shut, but there was no time.
The owl flew in through his window, and dropped the envelope at the foot of his bed. And as quick as the owl showed up, it had disappeared back into the night sky.
Mark turned to his bed, and picked up the envelope. It was made of a thick and heavy yellowish parchment type material, and it had curly letters in shining black ink, which said:
Mr. M. Evans
8 Timber Lane
Godrics Hollow
Surrey
How do they know what room I sleep in? Mark thought. He quickly shoved it off to the side in his mind. He had more pressing matters to deal with.
Mark turned it over. It was sealed with what seemed to be wax. Then above the seal was what looked like a family crest. It was separated into four equal sections. The one in the top right had a green background, with a serpent. The top left, maroon with a lion. Bottom left, canary yellow with a badger, and bottom right, blue with an eagle. Then in the very middle, there was a large letter H.
He slowly slid his finger under the flap, being careful so he wouldn't get a nasty paper cut. As he opened it, he saw that the letter inside was also made of a yellow parchment and there was another piece of parchment with it. He took the letter out of the envelope and unfolded it.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Evans,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
Mark then unfolded the next piece of parchment:
Uniform First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags
Course Books
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic
by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory
by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration
by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions
by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
Other Equipment
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR
OWN BROOMSTICKS
"This MUST be a joke," Mark whispered to himself, "Witches and wizards aren't real. They cant be. They just cant."
With that thought in mind, Mark laid down in his bed, and stared up at the ceiling. "Maybe this isn't a joke. I mean, maybe that's why mom could do all that weird stuff. They way she would get dinner done in mere seconds. Or how she could make my pains go away. Where would I go to get all that stuff? What am I saying? This isnt true. Someone from school is just playing with my head again," thought Mark, "Maybe I should tell dad. He might be able to check over this letter, see if it seems real. Yes, that's what I will do."
Mark sat up, and dressed in a hasty fashion. He slowly opened his door and creeped down the hall. He quietly opened his fathers door, and stood for a moment, before speaking.
"Dad. Dad, wake up. WAKE UP!!!!!
Tom shot up like a bullet, looking around.
"What, what is it Mark?" asked Tom in a slightly panicked voice, "Is someone breaking in?"
"No. Er, I think you should look at this. I was sitting in front of my open window, and an owl flew inside. It dropped this on my bed."
Mark was a small boy, with messy dark blonde hair, and beautiful almond shaped shocking blue eyes. He had pale pink, full lips, and was built like his father, short and skinny.
Mark lived in fear of all the children at his school. He was the community punching bag. He would often come home with black eyes and bruises. His father, Tom, would resort to the old fashion method and give Mark a steak to put on his eye. His mother, Bianca, did different. She made them disappear. Literally.
Bianca Evans was a witch, along with her cousin, Lily Evans. They attended a school for people who could do magic, called Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry.
Just in the previous month, Bianca was murdered, but Mark and Tom were told she died in a car crash. She was murdered by Lord Voldemort, for marrying a muggle, and for having a child with this muggle.
At this moment, Mark was gazing out the open window onto Godrics Hollow with a light breeze playing across his face. Nothing moved out in the night, except an owl flying towards his house.
He watched the owl for quite some time, and the longer he watched, the closer it came to his house. Then the owl flew over a lamp post, and Mark was baffled at what he saw.
The owl was carrying an envelope.
Then, still shocked, Mark made to slam the window shut, but there was no time.
The owl flew in through his window, and dropped the envelope at the foot of his bed. And as quick as the owl showed up, it had disappeared back into the night sky.
Mark turned to his bed, and picked up the envelope. It was made of a thick and heavy yellowish parchment type material, and it had curly letters in shining black ink, which said:
Mr. M. Evans
8 Timber Lane
Godrics Hollow
Surrey
How do they know what room I sleep in? Mark thought. He quickly shoved it off to the side in his mind. He had more pressing matters to deal with.
Mark turned it over. It was sealed with what seemed to be wax. Then above the seal was what looked like a family crest. It was separated into four equal sections. The one in the top right had a green background, with a serpent. The top left, maroon with a lion. Bottom left, canary yellow with a badger, and bottom right, blue with an eagle. Then in the very middle, there was a large letter H.
He slowly slid his finger under the flap, being careful so he wouldn't get a nasty paper cut. As he opened it, he saw that the letter inside was also made of a yellow parchment and there was another piece of parchment with it. He took the letter out of the envelope and unfolded it.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Evans,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
Mark then unfolded the next piece of parchment:
Uniform First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags
Course Books
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic
by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory
by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration
by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions
by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
Other Equipment
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR
OWN BROOMSTICKS
"This MUST be a joke," Mark whispered to himself, "Witches and wizards aren't real. They cant be. They just cant."
With that thought in mind, Mark laid down in his bed, and stared up at the ceiling. "Maybe this isn't a joke. I mean, maybe that's why mom could do all that weird stuff. They way she would get dinner done in mere seconds. Or how she could make my pains go away. Where would I go to get all that stuff? What am I saying? This isnt true. Someone from school is just playing with my head again," thought Mark, "Maybe I should tell dad. He might be able to check over this letter, see if it seems real. Yes, that's what I will do."
Mark sat up, and dressed in a hasty fashion. He slowly opened his door and creeped down the hall. He quietly opened his fathers door, and stood for a moment, before speaking.
"Dad. Dad, wake up. WAKE UP!!!!!
Tom shot up like a bullet, looking around.
"What, what is it Mark?" asked Tom in a slightly panicked voice, "Is someone breaking in?"
"No. Er, I think you should look at this. I was sitting in front of my open window, and an owl flew inside. It dropped this on my bed."