A boy, skinny and short for his age, sat on the edge of a bed, if you could call it a bed. The cold metal frame held a thin, worn-out mattress, on which a grey sheet lay. Then a rough, plain blanket rested on top.
The boy was nervously staring at the door. Every time a shadowy figure walked by he would inhale deeply. And every time they kept on going he'd exhale with relief. He watched, unable to move, as the doorknob turned and a man, dressed in strange robes, came in.
"Hello Tom, I'm Albus Dumbledore."
"You're the doctor, aren't you?"
The man looked at the boy and smiled,
"No I'm a professor."
Tom glared at him confused,
"I don't believe you. She wants me looked at, they think I'm," he paused clearly upset," different."
The man chuckled to himself.
"Perhaps she's right, but Hogwarts is not a place for mad people. Hogwarts is a school. A school of magic. You can do things can't you Tom? That other children can't."
Tom thought for a moment, "I can make things move without touching them. I can make animals do what i want without training them. I can make bad things happen to people who are mean to me. I can make them hurt, if i want," He paused waiting for a look of disbelief from the professor, Who are you?"
The man smiled at him,"Well, I'm like you Tom. I'm different."
The boy looked unimpressed, "Prove it."
The man glanced at the wooden wardrobe stood next to him, it started rattling violently, "I think there's something in the wardrobe trying to get out, Tom."
Tom got up and opened the wardrobe door, he looked back at the man and took a small metal tin off the shelf. He then handed it to the man.
"Thievery is not tolerated at Hogwarts, Tom. At Hogwarts you will be taught not only how to use magic, but how to control it. Do you understand me?"
Tom nodded, as the man started to leave the room.
"I can speak to snakes," Tom said quickly, " Is that normal, for someone like me?"