Okay, just to set things straight. My name is Gareth Gryffindor, I live in the middle of the United States, and here's where it gets weird. My new school, from my eleventh birthday on will be in Britain. Yeah, an American kid in a British school. The worst is, it's a school for Wizards and Witches, and in Britain. Is it weird yet? I hope so.
~~~~~~ The Heir of Gryffindor-Part 1 ~~~~~~
The day started out as normally as it can for any American kid. Get up, get ready for school, realize it's
summer vacation, rejoice, sit in front of the TV, and veg out. But today, it seemed different. Young Gary had just
turned ten years old, and his parents were really tense. Why? He would find this out soon enough...
6:00 a.m. "It's time to get up! You'll miss Tom and Jerry! Hurry up, Gary!" Gary had had enough of his
mom today, and it was just the start of the day.
"It's gonna be a long day..."
"Up! Out! NOW!!!" His mom argued, over his alarm clock.
"Okay, okay! I'm up! Happy now?" Gary mumbled, still removing sleep from his mind.
"Mail call! Gary, you got a letter!"
"Who would send me a letter? What did I do this time? Was it that one neighbor who swears I burned
her cat's fur? I didn't! I swear!"
The letter was addressed to Gary by hand. Gary just didn't want to rip open the letter, the writing on it
was really cool, to a ten-year-old.
Gareth Gryffindor
Second floor
Third room on the left
8769 Oak St.
Maplewood, MN 68785
Gary had never seen a letter addressed to the very room he was sitting in, let alone by a person he had
probably never met in his life. Who the heck is Albus Dumbledore? he asked himself. When he opened the letter,
his mom was standing over his shoulder, knowing what that letter meant.
"Gary! You've been accepted into Hogwarts! YEAH!!!" Gary had never heard his mom yell that loud,
even when waking him up for school!
"What's going on here? Who's been accepted where? Gary in Hogwarts?! This is amazing!" This from
his father, a british man who rarely ever spoke, much less shout.
"Yeah, Dad, apparently I've been accepted into Hogwarts. Now, can someone please explain to me
WHAT IN BLAZES THIS MEANS?!?!" It was all I could do to keep from throttling my dad, because he chose
that moment to start muttering 'We've broken it! We've finally broken it,' at the top of his lungs. What exactly we
broke, I still wasn't sure, but I guessed I would find out soon enough...
A/N: I do not own any Harry Potter characters, i.e. Dumbledore, or the name Gryffindor. But, you'll
see why the last name is so important very shortly. Please, please, PLEASE review, I like commentary!
Criticism is good!
~GryffindorArcher
~~~~~~ The Heir of Gryffindor-Part 1 ~~~~~~
The day started out as normally as it can for any American kid. Get up, get ready for school, realize it's
summer vacation, rejoice, sit in front of the TV, and veg out. But today, it seemed different. Young Gary had just
turned ten years old, and his parents were really tense. Why? He would find this out soon enough...
6:00 a.m. "It's time to get up! You'll miss Tom and Jerry! Hurry up, Gary!" Gary had had enough of his
mom today, and it was just the start of the day.
"It's gonna be a long day..."
"Up! Out! NOW!!!" His mom argued, over his alarm clock.
"Okay, okay! I'm up! Happy now?" Gary mumbled, still removing sleep from his mind.
"Mail call! Gary, you got a letter!"
"Who would send me a letter? What did I do this time? Was it that one neighbor who swears I burned
her cat's fur? I didn't! I swear!"
The letter was addressed to Gary by hand. Gary just didn't want to rip open the letter, the writing on it
was really cool, to a ten-year-old.
Gareth Gryffindor
Second floor
Third room on the left
8769 Oak St.
Maplewood, MN 68785
Gary had never seen a letter addressed to the very room he was sitting in, let alone by a person he had
probably never met in his life. Who the heck is Albus Dumbledore? he asked himself. When he opened the letter,
his mom was standing over his shoulder, knowing what that letter meant.
"Gary! You've been accepted into Hogwarts! YEAH!!!" Gary had never heard his mom yell that loud,
even when waking him up for school!
"What's going on here? Who's been accepted where? Gary in Hogwarts?! This is amazing!" This from
his father, a british man who rarely ever spoke, much less shout.
"Yeah, Dad, apparently I've been accepted into Hogwarts. Now, can someone please explain to me
WHAT IN BLAZES THIS MEANS?!?!" It was all I could do to keep from throttling my dad, because he chose
that moment to start muttering 'We've broken it! We've finally broken it,' at the top of his lungs. What exactly we
broke, I still wasn't sure, but I guessed I would find out soon enough...
A/N: I do not own any Harry Potter characters, i.e. Dumbledore, or the name Gryffindor. But, you'll
see why the last name is so important very shortly. Please, please, PLEASE review, I like commentary!
Criticism is good!
~GryffindorArcher