From Hogwarts With Love
I do not own Harry Potter. Or J.K. Rowling's Wizarding World for that matter.
Chapter 1: Arrival
Hi Mum, hi Dad,
Wow! There is no better word to describe this school. It's simply magical! The ride in the Hogwarts Express alone was fantastic. Alex and I have already met two fellow students: Jared Fawcett and Catherine Macmillan. Both are from entirely magical families and live in Devon. It seems a lot of wizarding families are living there, perhaps because the population is rather small there.
At noon you can buy magical sweets on the train. The journey lasts until evening and the landscape becomes more mountainous. If I had to guess, I'd say we're somewhere in Scotland. But no one knows where Hogwarts is located exactly. It can't be put on any map in relation to other locations.
When we arrived, Hagrid, the game keeper welcomed us first years. He is an incredibly tall man. As is tradition, the first years travel by boat over the Great Lake allowing them to see Hogwarts for the first time in all its glory. It's gorgeous!
We were let into the Great Hall by Professor Flitwick, were everyone eats their meals and where feats are celebrated. There are four long house tables along with one for the teachers. A thousand candles are floating at the ceiling which itself shows the sky and weather above.
As Professor Flitwick has already told us when he visited us, there are four houses named after the founders of Hogwarts. The Sorting Ceremony assigns the students to their houses using a speaking hat. He seems to be looking inside us and, judging by our traits, sorts us into the house whch promotes these qualities. Alex and I were both sorted into Ravenclaw, the house which is characterised by wit, intelligence, wisdom and creativity.
Yet I am not entirely sure whether this is fully true with me. When I was sorted, the hat seemed to speaking inside my mind. He felt a great power inside me, he said, incredible potential and that I should be careful of what to do with it. He almost seemed to be in awe. I had the potential to become a great leader. Maybe Sytherin would fit me. It took about five minutes before he made his decision. I don't know what this means exactly since I have heard mostly negative things about Slytherin House. But perhaps this is simply superstition. I mean, just because that house happened to have produced a number of so-called "dark wizards" doesn't mean that I am dark or "evil" as well, does it?
I think I will ask Professor Flitwick about that. He is head of my house and seems to be sympathetic and understanding.
Each house has its own common room. Ours is in one of the towers. The entrance is guarded by a bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle who tells a riddle that you have to answer in order to enter. The common room itself is large and in colours of bronze and blue. The view must be awesome at daytime.
Tomorrow we'll start with the lessons, I am so excited!
I hope that you are well. Please say hi so grandma for me and give Ellie a cuddle. I wish I could turn into a cat. Perhaps we can learn that here...
Love, David
1 September 2008
Hi guys! In writing this small story I want to shed some light into David's past and character during his time at Hogwarts. My main story is still "A Child of Two Worlds" but every now and then I will update this story.