This is my first story hope you enjoy
It was quite in the cupboard; apart from the noise on the other side of the door I would have thought I was alone. I guess you want to know why I'm in the cupboard, well I'm hiding from something I don't understand. It's sort of the same when I didn't understand why we had to move away from all my friends and family. Although my aunt and uncle were tragically put in hospital years before and only mother and father no what happened but they won't even dear to tell me what happened to them. Although, I do remember having a cousin, I think his name was Nathan no, Nicholas no, Neville, yea Neville that's it. The only thing is that I don't know what happened to him after we moved away. I think I remember mother telling me he went to go live with grandma but I don't know. So back to the cupboard, mother told me to hide in my favourite place, the one in which no one can find me and not to come out no matter what I hear, so this is where I hid.
There was a lot of yelling and whooshing and cracking sounds coming from beyond the door but only one sound startled me the most, a piercing noise that sounded like a woman screaming. The scream resembled someone I loved, my mother. I held my hand over my mouth to keep the sound of me crying from coming out as tears rolled down my checks. I stayed like that in the far back corner away from the door of the cupboard for, actually I don't know how long I was there for but I wasn't planning on leaving until mother or father came and found me.
My tiny body had relaxed after time but sprung to life when the door handle started to turn then creaked open until it was fully open. There stood a tall, old man with a long white beard. He wore half-moon glasses on the tip of his nose. His tall stance was shadowing me as I cowered in the corner, when he pulled out a bottle like object out of one his pockets and with one click a ball of light flew out. The ball of light hung in the air lighting up the tiny space of the cupboard.
"Ah," the tall man said cheerfully, "That's better isn't?"
"Who a-are y-you?" I asked stuttering my words quietly.
"I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry."
