Hey guys, this is my first short novel so I hope you like it! I know this chapter is short but I just wanted to introduce the characters in this chapter and hopefully leave you guy's excited for the next chapter. ;D
Uh, I woke up in the night to a loud thump. I looked over the side of my bed and saw a large moaning lump on the other side of the room. I was very scared but decided to go check it out. I slowly crept to the other side of the room. There was a boy about my age lying on the ground with large bruises all over his body. I picked him up and put him onto my bed. I checked his body to see if anything was broken but nothing was. I was scared and confused but also curious.
How did he get in my room in the first place? And why is he covered in bruises?
I sat on the ground next to the bed where I put him as hundreds of thoughts drifted through my head. I guess I must have fallen asleep because I woke up later with a really sore back. I looked up at my bed and stared at the boy on my bed. I felt something stirring inside me as I stared. He was a very handsome boy with very prominent features. Then, he stirred in his sleep and began to wake up. I stood up and watched as he woke up, a million questions that I wanted to ask him were building up inside me.
Then, he croaked out, "Where am I?"
I just simply replied with, "Street, Somerset"
"Who are you?" he asked.
"James Willams"
I decided to ask the same back to him, "And what is your name?"
"Tom, Tom Riddle."
"Um Tom, how did you get in my room?"
"I don't seem to remember."
"Well, you probably got a concussion because you have a big lump on your head so that might be why you can't remember how you got here."
"Uhh, why am I covered in bruises?"
"I don't know, but you look like you fell off the tower of London."
He was about to say something else when a man with a brown beard appeared in my room. The man gasped when he saw Tom but healed him with a flick of some long wooden stick he pulled out of his robes. "I'm sorry Tom, I must not have apparated right, when I got to Hogwarts you weren't holding my arm anymore."
I managed to peep out a "Who are you?" while standing before this man who had so many strange things to say.
"Oh hello, what might your name be?"
"Oh I'm James, James Willams."
The strange man seemed kind so I wasn't very afraid of him but I was still very surprised.
"Well James I'm Albus Dumbledore, glad to meet you and I hope to see you at Hogwarts this year now come on Tom grab my arm, we don't want to be late."
"Wait what's Hogwarts and what do mean 'I hope to see you at Hogwarts this year'!"
But he never answered because he was already gone, taking Tom with him.
