DISCLAIMER: I dont own Harry Potter or Dr. Seuss.
Theodore Seuss Geisel
"CONFIDENTIAL"
What you are about to read is not a gloriously dark plot that, if found could save millions. It is not of the future. It is not of what could have happened, it is what did happen. Pure and simple. This story is not mine nor is it yours, indeed the owners have since moved on. This is not an epic thriller, a sappy romance, an on your toes action story, nor is it incredibly hilarious…a tear jerker…maybe, but if you find yourselves in tears then I obviously haven't done my job to its fullest. This tale is all of the above thing I just clarified that it wasn't, for its not, it's just a story.
-Albus Dumbledore.
"One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish, old fish, new fish. One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish, old fish, new fish," was chanted over and over again in a sing song voice by the only person in the deserted playground. A young girl of about ten or so was turning cartwheels on the asphalt of the basketball court. She appeared to be waiting for someone.
This little creature was quite a sight to be seen. She was simply and plainly clad in clothes befitting the season, no it wasn't that, nor was it her long thick dark auburn hair shining in the sun light. No. It was the fact that she was a child; pure, unscathed, trusting, and innocent, a child. How often they are taken for granted, and there pureness abused and stained till it is gone altogether. It is saddens one to think on such things so we will not. (I promised not to make you cry.)
This calm and serene illusion of perfection was shatter when another soul entered the play ground.
"One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish, old fish, new fish," the rhythm did not cease, for the child had not noticed her newfound companion. "One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish, old fish, new fi- oof! Ahhh!" Now she had.
The child watched with awe as a tawny barn owl swooped gracefully down from its previous perch on the basketball hoop. It flapped rather stationary in front of her. She noticed then that the owl had something clasped in its talons. Moving her gaze back to the owl's face she had the most curious feeling that it wanted her to take the white object. Perhaps it was the slight tilt of its head or the warm rich chocolate color of its feathers; whatever it was the child slowly and cautiously reached out to untied what she now realized was a letter. As soon as this was done the owl took off. She watched it until it disappeared from view, then turned her attention to the heavy off white envelope she held. On the front written in slating curvy emerald-green letters were the words;
Miss. L. Evans
The playground basketball court
Little Whinging
Surrey
That was it, no return address, no postage stamp, nothing but that inscription. Curious and confused she turned the envelope over and saw a purple wax seal bearing a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake. In the midst of all these was a large letter H. Under this in the same lettering as before, was one word, just one.
"Hogwarts."
A/N. Did you ever smell your Harry Potter books? It's kind of hard not to when it's shoved in your face all the time. Well mine smells really good. If I were to name what it smells like, I'd say Ron. Don't ask me why but that smell has always been Ron's smell to me. What does your Harry Potter book smell like? R/R.