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A/N: Eventually this fic will turn into a series following Cris's years at Hogwarts. (All 7 years! Don't groan you might like it!)
"Boy! Get up here now!" Upon hearing his step-uncle yell Cris dropped the broom he had been using to sweep out the garage with ran into his uncle's house. "For the remainder of the day you will mow the grass, weed the flower beds, clean the attic, and dust the house! If you do a good job, I might give you some leftovers from lunch!" After hearing his instructions Cris ran to the shed in the back yard and got the mower. Cris was used to this kind of treatment. He remembered doing harsh labor ever since he could remember. 3 long hours later Cris had finished mowing, weeding, and dusting and now was working on the attic. Cris was just about finished when he accidentally knocked over a box. A cloud of dust went up apon impact of the box. "Shit!" Cris whispered (wouldn't you in his position?) Cris went very still hoping his uncle didn't hear. After a few minutes he breathed a sigh of relieve. Cris quietly bent down and started picking up the objects that had fallen out of the box. He put a last book back in the box when something told him to look twice. He looked back down at the box and read the title "Magical Charms and Curses" by Bathilda Ventola. Cris was intrigued, he wanted to learn more of this "Magic". He quickly finished cleaning and hid the book under his shirt and ran to his tiny "room". He shut and locked the door and spent the remainder of the night reading the book, all thought of dinner gone….
A/n: If you want me to continue writing this novel just read and review!
~Curt
A/N: Eventually this fic will turn into a series following Cris's years at Hogwarts. (All 7 years! Don't groan you might like it!)
"Boy! Get up here now!" Upon hearing his step-uncle yell Cris dropped the broom he had been using to sweep out the garage with ran into his uncle's house. "For the remainder of the day you will mow the grass, weed the flower beds, clean the attic, and dust the house! If you do a good job, I might give you some leftovers from lunch!" After hearing his instructions Cris ran to the shed in the back yard and got the mower. Cris was used to this kind of treatment. He remembered doing harsh labor ever since he could remember. 3 long hours later Cris had finished mowing, weeding, and dusting and now was working on the attic. Cris was just about finished when he accidentally knocked over a box. A cloud of dust went up apon impact of the box. "Shit!" Cris whispered (wouldn't you in his position?) Cris went very still hoping his uncle didn't hear. After a few minutes he breathed a sigh of relieve. Cris quietly bent down and started picking up the objects that had fallen out of the box. He put a last book back in the box when something told him to look twice. He looked back down at the box and read the title "Magical Charms and Curses" by Bathilda Ventola. Cris was intrigued, he wanted to learn more of this "Magic". He quickly finished cleaning and hid the book under his shirt and ran to his tiny "room". He shut and locked the door and spent the remainder of the night reading the book, all thought of dinner gone….
A/n: If you want me to continue writing this novel just read and review!
~Curt