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UPDATE: I have corrected a lot of grammer and spelling mistakes on all pages. Also, I have added material to chapters 9 - 13.
Landyr Dral and the Golden Dragon: Year 0
By H-P: Copyright 2004 all rights reserved.
Chapter 1: A Stroll Through the Park
It was a nice, bright sunny day. There was not a cloud in sky. Nothing could possibly go wrong on a day like this as a 16 year old boy strolled around a lake that he walked around many times before. His name is Landyr Dral. He is 6 foot tall and was very skinny, almost unusually skinny for a boy of his age. His straight, black, silky smooth hair that flowed down to his shoulders glistened in the bright sun. He was in deep thought as he made his way around the lake. He was thinking about an upcoming driving test to get that all-important license that he desperately wanted. His jaded eyes were looking aimless around the lake and didn't notice that a large structure was coming into view from behind some trees. He didn't think much of seeing this structure, because he thought that it was the ruins of a castle that he has seen many times in the distance from his previous strolls.
"It must have been a magnificent castle in its day," he thought. "Wait! That's not the castle."
It indeed was not the castle. It was an oval shaped building with a very tall fence and what seemed to be large boxes spaced evenly apart. He could just barely make out something moving over the top of the fence. He decided to go over to check out this new structure. It's funny, because he doesn't remember any construction vehicles here to build this massive structure.
He walked up to the building and noticed an entrance way to a stairwell. He climbed up the stairs to the top where he came out into one of those boxes he saw from the ground. There was no one in the box, so he grabbed a seat closest to the railing. The sight shocked him. There were seven people flying around ... on brooms!
"This is freaky!" he said quietly to himself.
He was watching the people fly around for a while. He counted four balls, and three loops at the top of long poles on each side. The players had on blue clothes. There were no other colors, so this must be a practice for whatever this was. It must be strange for someone to see a black colored ball to change direction in mid air when no one touched. They seem to be trying to hit people, but luckily there are two people with wooden "bats" to hit them away.
He was sitting there in deep thought watching the players when he felt as though he was being watched. He turned around and saw a very old man sitting in the back row. He must have been old with the silver in his hair and his very long beard that went down to his waist. His blue eyes were looking directly at Landyr with a smile on his face.
"Sorry, am I bothering anyone by sitting here?" asked Landyr.
"Not at all, Landyr Dral," the old man said with a smile. "Care for a Lemon Drop?"
"Err ... no thanks. How did you know my name?"
"I know many things that are on your mind. You are wondering my name. I am Headmaster Albus Dumbledore Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards, but you may call me Professor Dumbledore or just Professor would do.
Landyr stared blankly wondering what all that meant. He turned around to look at the players to buy some time. He jumped a little after he turned around. All seven players were lined up in front of the box looking at him. He, at least, thought that they were looking at him. It's hard to tell when their eyes where solid white. He turned around to Professor Dumbledore with a look of astonishment on his, but he noticed that his eyes turned white as well. Landyr looked back at the players, but they were gone. Then Professor Dumbledore was sitting right next to him.