Hi people. If you don't know me (which you probably don't) I'm icecreamp62. Also known as: 'jzbob' or mostly known as 'jzburrito', well, same thing. I'm totally NOT famous like some certain someones that shall not be mentioned… ANYWAYS, this is a, like, Harry Potter based story about a muggle who somehow manage to get into the wizarding world and things get… a little bit… yeah… I MUST thank my amazing friend for this idea! THANK YOU! Yes! I'm DEFINENTILY a SUPA GEEK! Read, review, and… ENJOY!

Muggle to Wizard: Chapter 1

"Hmm…" It was a wintery full snow blast last night and left a certain area in Maine got a whopping eight inches of icy pure white snow in the morning. Brandon didn't mind though. He would rather stay in his cozy heated mansion curled up on the warm comfortable velvet sofa drinking piping hot cocoa rather than being outside shooting hoops for endless hours in the burning sun sweating his butt off. That was so not him. As usual, he had his Enchanter Weekly magazine in his lap. He was so absorbed into reading it, Brandon failed to notice that, firstly, he had his magazine pressed to his nose, and second of all, his mom was calling him. Enchanters Weekly is a magazine that is mainly about sorcerery, enchantments, and magic. Possible spells, potions, outstanding magic tricks, various claims in articles that they've spotted magic acts, etc. They had a lot about that kinda stuff, and that was the kinda stuff that Brandon was all over.

"Brandon. Brandon! BRANDON WAKE UP!" Brandon's magazine fluttered onto his lap as he jerked up into a formal sitting position.

"Wazzat?! Huh?" Brandon blinked. His mom glanced at him and sighed like he was a three-hundredth failed attempt on science experiment that she'd been working for years.

"Oh Lord, why do I have such a geeky son who's already eleven and STILL can't get over this fantasy stuff?! Seriously Brandon, you're being a bad example for your sister." His mom said warningly. Suddenly, right on cue, Brandon's five year old sister Miranda popped up behind the velvet sofa. She smiled in a demonically cunning way as she batted her long eyelashes like a harmless innocent child.

"You called?!" She had on a black floor-length designer dress along with a professionally tied midnight black bow on her blonde- almost pure white- long wavy hair. Even though she looked like that, she never wore makeup. Why? Because she was so perfect, she always looked like she had the perfect makeup on even when she didn't have any. She was an evil genius! She had everyone below her feet, always the center of attention, and had a stinking fan club for heaven's sake! Brandon's mom was about to launch into another one of her stern sharp lectures when they heard a loud banging knock on the door.

"Now don't you act all smart with me! One of the biggest priorities in life is to be an example for your sister! So-" BANG BANG BANG! Brandon's mom slowly and cautiously unlatched the door locks and the door swung open. Standing at the door was a mutant snow-covered lump. It shook itself to reveal a large hairy man around the age of 24 or so.

"Pardon the intrusion ma'am, but is Brandon Franklin in this marvelous household?" Asked a polite yet rough voice. Brandon leaped to his feet. He recognized that voice anywhere.

"Ralph!" Brandon gasped. "Is it really you?!"

"Yep," Ralph said busily while dusting the snow off his clothes. His wide eyes shined bright yet a dulled pastor green in the manor light. "I got some really interesting information!" He whispered excitedly.

"Yes?!" Brandon leaned closer to Ralph.

"You mustn't tell anyone!"

"I won't!"

"Not a soul!"

"I promise!"

"Ok I guess… Well, it started when I was at a coffee shop in London and I was waiting in line for my iced coffee. It took HOURS for the line to move! FINALLY, I got to the cash register and ordered my iced coffee. So, I was waiting at my table and I suddenly realized I was in a cappuccino mood much more than an iced coffee mood. So I had to go back to the END of the now much longer line to replace the coffee with the-" Ralph rambled on and on about the coffee and Brandon frowned.

"Just get to the point already!"

"Ok, ok, geez. When I was sitting at my table later on that day, I saw a peculiar dressed man in a red cloak walk out of the shop. On his way out, a worn piece of parchment slipped out of his pocket. I scrambled over and took the note. Here, you can read it." Brandon snatched the parchment out of Ralph's meaty hands. It said:

Diagon Alley:

Leaky Cauldron, London;

No muggle notices; only wizards and witches

Outside courtyard, 3rd brick from trashcan

Brandon stared at the scrawny handwriting. He had his eyes mostly fixed on the words 'witches and wizards'. He held his breath. Could this mean one larger step to discovering the magic world? Before he knew it, Brandon was barging out the front door.

"Hey! You're going now?! Not now! Not in this weather!" Ralph shouted at him and held him by the arms. After fifteen minutes of ruckus, Brandon was finally convinced that he should go in the morning. He couldn't wait for all that lied ahead.