Neville's Tale
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I ran down a long, narrow hallway. Voices followed me. They were the once, soft, concerned voices of my relatives, that had been turned into high, crude, cackles. I continued to run. Sweat dripped down my forehead. I stumbled and fell into a bottomless pit that popped out of nowhere.
Thud! I woke up. I had fallen onto the floor, my bed sheets crumpled beside me. That dream.I'd had it six nights in a row. Sweat still trickled down my cheeks from struggling in my sleep. I wiped it off and crawled back into bed. Next thing I knew, I was waking up again.
The aroma of cinnamon rolls filled my nostrils as I pulled on my clothes. I yanked my shoes on and stormed down the stairs to find my grandma greet me.
"Good morning Neville!" she yelled in her usual hooting voice as I slid into one of the kitchen chairs.
"Morning Gran." I replied in my usual gloomy voice. I had been like this ever since my parents had gotten brainwashed. Now they stayed in a magic hospital with other witches and wizards who'd gotten permanent spells cast on them. My grandma stayed with me.
Just as Gran set a pile of cinnamon rolls in front of me, her barn owl flew in with a thick envelope clutched in it's beak. He dropped it on top of my breakfast and retreated to its cage.
Gran picked it up and shook some of the gooey cinnamon frosting off of the corners. Then she ripped it open and scanned the letter. Her eyes bulged out. Then she let out a whoop.
"Neville!" she called out, loud enough to make the old cabinets shake. "You've made it to Hogwarts!" I fell out of my chair and landed on the hard tile. "Neville? Neville??" I woke up with Gran rubbing my forehead where I had hit the tile.
"I made it?!?" I asked, immediately sitting up. Gran smiled at me, a warm, happy smile.
"Yes." She answered. It's only two days before your train leaves! We need to go to Diagon Alley today!" I pushed myself out of bed, where I had been laid after falling. We tramped down the stairs and over to the fireplace.
"You first Neville." Gran said and she filled my hand with Floo powder. I stepped into the fireplace and Gran gave me a look that said please-don't-mess-up.
I held up my fist full of the sooty powder and stuttered. "D-D-Diagon Alley!" I then released the powder from my grasp and I vanished in the emerald green flames.
When the hustling, bustling sounds of people came to my ears, I let out a sigh of relief. I had made it to Diagon Alley. Gran then came up behind me. She had her wizarding money in her purse. "Let's get your robes first, shall we?" I nodded and followed her into the shop.
After a couple hours of shopping, it was time for the best part. My wand.
"Now scoot along." Gran said and she gave me a friendly shove into the shop. "I'll meet you at the candy shop. So I swallowed and went inside the shop.
I ran down a long, narrow hallway. Voices followed me. They were the once, soft, concerned voices of my relatives, that had been turned into high, crude, cackles. I continued to run. Sweat dripped down my forehead. I stumbled and fell into a bottomless pit that popped out of nowhere.
Thud! I woke up. I had fallen onto the floor, my bed sheets crumpled beside me. That dream.I'd had it six nights in a row. Sweat still trickled down my cheeks from struggling in my sleep. I wiped it off and crawled back into bed. Next thing I knew, I was waking up again.
The aroma of cinnamon rolls filled my nostrils as I pulled on my clothes. I yanked my shoes on and stormed down the stairs to find my grandma greet me.
"Good morning Neville!" she yelled in her usual hooting voice as I slid into one of the kitchen chairs.
"Morning Gran." I replied in my usual gloomy voice. I had been like this ever since my parents had gotten brainwashed. Now they stayed in a magic hospital with other witches and wizards who'd gotten permanent spells cast on them. My grandma stayed with me.
Just as Gran set a pile of cinnamon rolls in front of me, her barn owl flew in with a thick envelope clutched in it's beak. He dropped it on top of my breakfast and retreated to its cage.
Gran picked it up and shook some of the gooey cinnamon frosting off of the corners. Then she ripped it open and scanned the letter. Her eyes bulged out. Then she let out a whoop.
"Neville!" she called out, loud enough to make the old cabinets shake. "You've made it to Hogwarts!" I fell out of my chair and landed on the hard tile. "Neville? Neville??" I woke up with Gran rubbing my forehead where I had hit the tile.
"I made it?!?" I asked, immediately sitting up. Gran smiled at me, a warm, happy smile.
"Yes." She answered. It's only two days before your train leaves! We need to go to Diagon Alley today!" I pushed myself out of bed, where I had been laid after falling. We tramped down the stairs and over to the fireplace.
"You first Neville." Gran said and she filled my hand with Floo powder. I stepped into the fireplace and Gran gave me a look that said please-don't-mess-up.
I held up my fist full of the sooty powder and stuttered. "D-D-Diagon Alley!" I then released the powder from my grasp and I vanished in the emerald green flames.
When the hustling, bustling sounds of people came to my ears, I let out a sigh of relief. I had made it to Diagon Alley. Gran then came up behind me. She had her wizarding money in her purse. "Let's get your robes first, shall we?" I nodded and followed her into the shop.
After a couple hours of shopping, it was time for the best part. My wand.
"Now scoot along." Gran said and she gave me a friendly shove into the shop. "I'll meet you at the candy shop. So I swallowed and went inside the shop.