That funny kid with those glasses and that hair
Authors note-This is NOT about Harry! SO BEWARE! OK. But you'll know who it IS about in a moment. OK? OK. On with the story! R/R!
Disclaimer-I own not too many people, I think. But JKR does. So go to her. Not me! Well, I own Chris, Mark, Greg, Melissa, Kayla, and Kristine. But that is all, so far.
Albus Dumbledore was a strange child, even as a baby. He was born on January 5, 1844. He had auburn hair, and a handsome face.
He was born to a loving family, with 3 children. There was his mother, Catherine, his father, Arbus, and his sister, Hope, and his brother, Aberforth. They were happy, and healthy. All three of the kids got along pretty well together, and although Aberforth couldn't read, they were pretty smart.
They all loved Quidditch, even though it was a pretty new sport. They played when they could, but they didn't have a lot of money, so they couldn't have all that they wanted. Albus was a good kid, because he needed a good reputation. He needed the reputation so that he could keep his job as a wizard farmer. His parents were farmers, and they all had to work very hard just to get by.
His brother, when he was eleven, got his Hogwarts letter, and from then on, Albus heard a lot about it. When he heard about the houses, he decided that he wanted to be in Gryffindor. And when he heard about the house points, he decided to be smart, not just to be good at magic, but to be well known by everyone.
And finally, at long last, Albus turned 11, and got his letter. His brother was a 3rd year. And his sister was a year younger than he, so she would start next year.
They went to Diagon Alley, and got a wand, and some robes, and got some used books, and all of the other things they needed. They were disrupted a few times by a few of Albus's parent's friends from the Ministry.
Albus was calm, even though he couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts, he held himself in. He wished his parents and sister a good year, and went with his brother to the wagon train station. (his parents were too busy on the farm to come)
Albus went to the wagon train station, and got himself a seat. There were about 6 kids in his compartment.
Albus wasn't really shy, so he introduced himself to everyone. There were 3 girls, 3 boys, and Albus.
The girls' names were-Kayla, Melissa, and Kristine. And the boys were-Christopher, Mark, and Gregorius. Albus liked everyone. He asked everyone what kind of backround they had, and Kayla, Melissa, and Kristine were muggle-born, and so was Mark. The others were pure-blood. Dumbledore said, "Ah, well, it doesn't matter anyway."
Just then, a boy with white-blonde hair came in. He said, "Hello there. My name is Draconis Malfoy. What are your names, and are you pure-blood?"
"Why do you care?" Dumbledore said.
"Because it is VERY important. I mean, if you're not pure-blood, you're mudblood. So, I should say it's important!"
"If you care, then we don't really want you here," said Christopher.
Albus just sat quietly. He didn't enjoy fights. Chris and Draconis argued, but finally, Draconis left.
Lots of people wandered in and out of Albus's compartment, but none of them were 1st years. Albus met lots of Gryffindors, and as they rumbled into the train station, he wondered if he would get his wish to be a Gryffindor.
A/N This is my beginning part of my story. It is different, you have to give me that! OK. I hope you review, and I must say, this is going to become one of my favorite stories to write very quickly. See ya!
Hedwig : )
Authors note-This is NOT about Harry! SO BEWARE! OK. But you'll know who it IS about in a moment. OK? OK. On with the story! R/R!
Disclaimer-I own not too many people, I think. But JKR does. So go to her. Not me! Well, I own Chris, Mark, Greg, Melissa, Kayla, and Kristine. But that is all, so far.
Albus Dumbledore was a strange child, even as a baby. He was born on January 5, 1844. He had auburn hair, and a handsome face.
He was born to a loving family, with 3 children. There was his mother, Catherine, his father, Arbus, and his sister, Hope, and his brother, Aberforth. They were happy, and healthy. All three of the kids got along pretty well together, and although Aberforth couldn't read, they were pretty smart.
They all loved Quidditch, even though it was a pretty new sport. They played when they could, but they didn't have a lot of money, so they couldn't have all that they wanted. Albus was a good kid, because he needed a good reputation. He needed the reputation so that he could keep his job as a wizard farmer. His parents were farmers, and they all had to work very hard just to get by.
His brother, when he was eleven, got his Hogwarts letter, and from then on, Albus heard a lot about it. When he heard about the houses, he decided that he wanted to be in Gryffindor. And when he heard about the house points, he decided to be smart, not just to be good at magic, but to be well known by everyone.
And finally, at long last, Albus turned 11, and got his letter. His brother was a 3rd year. And his sister was a year younger than he, so she would start next year.
They went to Diagon Alley, and got a wand, and some robes, and got some used books, and all of the other things they needed. They were disrupted a few times by a few of Albus's parent's friends from the Ministry.
Albus was calm, even though he couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts, he held himself in. He wished his parents and sister a good year, and went with his brother to the wagon train station. (his parents were too busy on the farm to come)
Albus went to the wagon train station, and got himself a seat. There were about 6 kids in his compartment.
Albus wasn't really shy, so he introduced himself to everyone. There were 3 girls, 3 boys, and Albus.
The girls' names were-Kayla, Melissa, and Kristine. And the boys were-Christopher, Mark, and Gregorius. Albus liked everyone. He asked everyone what kind of backround they had, and Kayla, Melissa, and Kristine were muggle-born, and so was Mark. The others were pure-blood. Dumbledore said, "Ah, well, it doesn't matter anyway."
Just then, a boy with white-blonde hair came in. He said, "Hello there. My name is Draconis Malfoy. What are your names, and are you pure-blood?"
"Why do you care?" Dumbledore said.
"Because it is VERY important. I mean, if you're not pure-blood, you're mudblood. So, I should say it's important!"
"If you care, then we don't really want you here," said Christopher.
Albus just sat quietly. He didn't enjoy fights. Chris and Draconis argued, but finally, Draconis left.
Lots of people wandered in and out of Albus's compartment, but none of them were 1st years. Albus met lots of Gryffindors, and as they rumbled into the train station, he wondered if he would get his wish to be a Gryffindor.
A/N This is my beginning part of my story. It is different, you have to give me that! OK. I hope you review, and I must say, this is going to become one of my favorite stories to write very quickly. See ya!
Hedwig : )