Army of All
He stood there, staring at the corpse that should have been his brother. He looked up, saw the barrel in his face. That's when he freaked. Thousands of years of human instinct kicked in. He knocked the gun out of the man's hand, he kicked the man hard in the groin, he punched him in the face, breaking his nose. He mauled the man until the man was almost as unrecognizable as the corpse that should have been his brother. But not quite. He then looked at himself, he looked at the carnage, he looked at the 8mm pistol lying on the ground. And then he screamed.
William woke up lying on a hospital bed. He looked around and noticed that the room was empty. He thought about how his parents should be here. Then he remembered the gunshots he had heard before the man had entered him and his brother Jimmy's room. Then he cried. He cried for what felt like hours on end. That's when the doctor entered.
"Ah, so you're awake. How do you feel?" asked the doctor. After waiting for a response for a few minutes, he continued to speak. "So you don't feel like talking, hm? Well, give some sign that you know I'm here, a nod maybe.
William nodded.
"So you at least know that I'm here. That's good. A letter arrived for you while you were asleep. It's got a strange symbol and for some reason nobody seems to be able to open it. Go on, you try."
The doctor handed William the note, and he opened it with a fair amount of ease. He unfolded it and began to read. It read,
"Dear William Turner of Eugene, Oregon.
You are hereby invited to attend Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. If you wish to attend, please return this letter and your signed name to the doctor who gave it to you, he will figure out how to get it back to us. Enclosed is a list of supplies and attire required for the school. If you wish to attend, you must arrive at Platform 9 ¾ on September first of this year. We understand you have survived a great ordeal where the rest of your family did not, and if you do not wish to attend the school, then we will allow you to begin your schooling next year and receive private tutoring lessons from the teachers.
Sincerely,
Professor Minerva McGonagall."
William stared, then whistled. Of course he was going to go! This would be his chance to figure out why those men had been after him like hawks to kill him and his family!
"Sir, if I could, would I be allowed to attend school in my current condition? And if so, would I be allowed to travel to London?" William asked.
"Well, I believe you could be discharged within a week, that would allow you time to travel to London and find yourself a home, unless the school you wish to attend has dorms."
"I believe it does sir." Replied William.
"Alrighty then, but first, you need your inheritance money, and everything else you get from inheritance." Said the doctor.
"Sell it all and give me the money, I don't care. Also, cremate the bodies of my parents and everyone else who died in my family. All money from my parents bank accounts are to be withdrawn and added to my personal amount of cash."
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I hope you liked the beginning. This is my first fanfic, my other one is really just a wimpy start at one, and I'm probably going to delete it. Don't flame me please. This is something that popped into my head at around midnight and so I decided to make it into a story.