A New Hogwarts Student
Chapter 1
The Letter
One night over the summer vacation I was sitting in my bed listening to my cat cry outside the door. This was typical for me, to lie on my bed just thinking of things. I would sit there thinking of the possibilities of many unimaginable details. I would stay up late into the night and write these details down on paper to use as a story. Yes, I do write stories, even in the wizard world, which gives me even more thoughts.
The cat's cries grew steadily louder. As I was sitting there ready to shout, " Shut up!" to that pesky cat who keeps interrupting my thoughts, I heard a clicking noise against my bedroom window. I didn't know what to do. I sat there listening with all my might for the slightest sound. I was scared I admit, for if it was Sirius Black I knew I would never survive, but yet my curiosity preceded me. I, ever to cautiously got up from my bed to see what it was. As I edged toward the window the clicking grew louder
(more sufficient against the silence now left by the cat. The anxiety burned through my veins as I slowly nudged my way up to the window, outstretched my arm, and opened the shudders. I couldn't see anything through the glass pane of the window. So what do you think I did. I opened the window of course.
As I opened the window a sudden rush of wind flew passed me. I looked out, but to my dismay saw nothing. I closed the window seeing that nothing was outside and dreading the intrusion of a robber (especially Sirius Black). I turned and to my frightened disbelief saw an owl sitting on my bed, silhouetted against the bedroom wall.
" Ahh! Bird, you nearly gave me heart attack!" I yelled.
I walked toward the owl and took a letter tied to its leg. It fluttered its wings importantly then flew to the window, but finding that it couldn't get out (seeing to because I closed it) just sat there. I looked at the fat letter and read.
Mr. Timothy Mason
Room second to the right, top floor
I opened the letter. Inside were two pieces of parchment. The first was a letter of introduction, and the second was a list of the school supplies. The first one said:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(order of merlin, first class, grand sorcerer, chief
warlock, supreme mugwump, international
confederation of wizards )
Dear Mr. Mason;
We are pleased to inform you that you have
been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft
and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of
all the necessary books and equipment.
Term begins September 1 we await
your owl no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
I looked at the piece of parchment, reading it over and over again. I Timothy Crow was accepted at Hogwarts, the best wizard school on the continent. I was overwhelmed with excitement. I couldn't tell my mother though. She would never let me go, for she hates the wizard world. My father who was a pure blooded wizard. He was in the muggle world when Sirius Black attacked. He did not survive and everyone thought him to be a muggle so there were 12 muggles dead and 1 wizard 11 years ago. Since that day I've hated Sirius Black with all my heart. I swear revenge on his soul. So you see I am half muggle and half wizard.
My mother then married a muggle and have from then on never talked about or used any description of the wizard world. She would never allow it. If she knew I was keeping contact with the wizard world, getting the daily prophet by owl post, or keeping an owl in my room I would be shipped off to boarding school. The only thing keeping her from doing that now is that she would have to pay for it.
I'm turning 11 tomorrow, which means I am now old enough to start school. I would have to secretly get my school supplies or try to get my mother to do it for me. I knew some people who just might be able to halp, but I'll have to do it tomorrow, considering how late it was (3:00). As I lie on
my bed, my eyelids heavy, my heart filled with joy and despair, and my mind swimming in thoughts, I began to doze off……
Chapter 1
The Letter
One night over the summer vacation I was sitting in my bed listening to my cat cry outside the door. This was typical for me, to lie on my bed just thinking of things. I would sit there thinking of the possibilities of many unimaginable details. I would stay up late into the night and write these details down on paper to use as a story. Yes, I do write stories, even in the wizard world, which gives me even more thoughts.
The cat's cries grew steadily louder. As I was sitting there ready to shout, " Shut up!" to that pesky cat who keeps interrupting my thoughts, I heard a clicking noise against my bedroom window. I didn't know what to do. I sat there listening with all my might for the slightest sound. I was scared I admit, for if it was Sirius Black I knew I would never survive, but yet my curiosity preceded me. I, ever to cautiously got up from my bed to see what it was. As I edged toward the window the clicking grew louder
(more sufficient against the silence now left by the cat. The anxiety burned through my veins as I slowly nudged my way up to the window, outstretched my arm, and opened the shudders. I couldn't see anything through the glass pane of the window. So what do you think I did. I opened the window of course.
As I opened the window a sudden rush of wind flew passed me. I looked out, but to my dismay saw nothing. I closed the window seeing that nothing was outside and dreading the intrusion of a robber (especially Sirius Black). I turned and to my frightened disbelief saw an owl sitting on my bed, silhouetted against the bedroom wall.
" Ahh! Bird, you nearly gave me heart attack!" I yelled.
I walked toward the owl and took a letter tied to its leg. It fluttered its wings importantly then flew to the window, but finding that it couldn't get out (seeing to because I closed it) just sat there. I looked at the fat letter and read.
Mr. Timothy Mason
Room second to the right, top floor
I opened the letter. Inside were two pieces of parchment. The first was a letter of introduction, and the second was a list of the school supplies. The first one said:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(order of merlin, first class, grand sorcerer, chief
warlock, supreme mugwump, international
confederation of wizards )
Dear Mr. Mason;
We are pleased to inform you that you have
been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft
and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of
all the necessary books and equipment.
Term begins September 1 we await
your owl no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
I looked at the piece of parchment, reading it over and over again. I Timothy Crow was accepted at Hogwarts, the best wizard school on the continent. I was overwhelmed with excitement. I couldn't tell my mother though. She would never let me go, for she hates the wizard world. My father who was a pure blooded wizard. He was in the muggle world when Sirius Black attacked. He did not survive and everyone thought him to be a muggle so there were 12 muggles dead and 1 wizard 11 years ago. Since that day I've hated Sirius Black with all my heart. I swear revenge on his soul. So you see I am half muggle and half wizard.
My mother then married a muggle and have from then on never talked about or used any description of the wizard world. She would never allow it. If she knew I was keeping contact with the wizard world, getting the daily prophet by owl post, or keeping an owl in my room I would be shipped off to boarding school. The only thing keeping her from doing that now is that she would have to pay for it.
I'm turning 11 tomorrow, which means I am now old enough to start school. I would have to secretly get my school supplies or try to get my mother to do it for me. I knew some people who just might be able to halp, but I'll have to do it tomorrow, considering how late it was (3:00). As I lie on
my bed, my eyelids heavy, my heart filled with joy and despair, and my mind swimming in thoughts, I began to doze off……
