Chapter 1
Humble Beginnings
As the sun sets on Pivet Drive, Thomas Clarke, an eleven-year-old boy with black, untidy hair, sea green eyes, and white skin leans on his window. He had always been small and weak for his age, not being able to obtain friends at his school. The only person that was closest to be his friend was a boy his age Thomas met only once, at the park. The boy he met sneaked away from his aunt and uncle, who keep him in a cupboard. Thomas then notices a big, fat figure walking down the street.
It was Dudley Dursley, the bully who always hurt Tom. As Tom hides, he remembers the long day he has had. Thomas never met his father, but he felt as though it didn't affect him. But he wasn't very lucky, either. His mother was drunk most of the time, and his 25-year-old aunt struggles every day to make enough money to maintain themselves. Maybe if my mother, he thought, doesn't spend so much money on alcohol, we would at least have what others have. Tom looks around his room. Or should he say, his attic.
There were clothes thrown around the attic, his bed unorganized, a cabinet with a lamp, glasses, and a notebook, along with all sort of trinkets and miscellaneous things lying around. His life, or so he thought, was always bad luck. As it starts getting dark, he flops down on his bed grabbing one of the trinkets on the floor. He looks at it for a while, pondering about his father.
Who was his father? His mother or aunt never told him. Tom would always ask and get nothing but a changed conversation.
Before he realized, it was nighttime. His stomach rumbled.
As he stepped down the stairs to the kitchen, he hears a rough male voice.
"- a great wizard, he'll be." said the man.
"I just don't want to let him go-" Tom's aunt stops talking at the sight of Tom.
Her long, brown hair wasn't covering the fact she was crying. Her deep, green eyes barely looked at Tom before the man spoke.
"'Lo Tom, how 'er ya?", the man says. He had long messy dark hair and a beard. But the fact that surprised Tom was his size.
"He must be at least 7 feet tall." Tom thought
"Name's Rubeus Hagrid, I'm the Gamekeeper at Hogwarts" he said.
"Hogwarts?" Tom said, confused.
"Why, the school 'yer going to. 'course they haven' told ya 'bout it yet."
"School I'm going to?" Tom says, still pondering of its strange name, "why is it called that?"
"The full name's Hogwarts School fer Wizardry and Witchcraft"
"Wizardry? As in Aba Kedabra?"
"The Killing Spell?"
"The what?"
"Ferget it"
"Does that mean I'm a, a-"
"A wizard."
"Mr. Hagrid, why are we here?" Tom asks as they pass more trees, to Tom's annoyance.
"Where gonna find 'nother student, 'course. Yer not the only student, ya know." Hagrid says, as they stumble across a hut.
"You sure someone's here? Looks pretty abandoned to me." Tom says.
"Wait outside" Hagrid says, barging into the door.
A couple of minutes later, Hagrid emerges with a boy.
He had black, messy hair and blue eyes. He also had a bolt shaped scar.
"I've met you before, haven't I?", the boy says.
"Pivet Drive?", Tom asks
"Park?"
"So we have met!" the boy answers.
"Tom Clarke", Tom says, holding out his hand.
"Harry Potter "the boy says.
As they shake hands, Tom could tell a great friendship was about to start.