Chapter 1 - The Sorcerer's Ring
On a cold and stormy day in Manchester, England, in front of the door of 221B, stood a tall man. He was wearing emerald green robes. He had a short red beard, and glasses. He knocked on the door.
A short woman appeared at the door. She looked very distraught. "Do you have it, Ralph?"
"Of course" the man replied. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small parcel. He handed it to the woman.
"I will deliver it immediately" the woman replied.
The woman's name was Alice Simmons. She was the headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But of course, the people; muggles, around her could never know that.
It was very late at night and Alice had been falling asleep while she had waited for the parcel, but she had kept awake, and now she could sleep.
"I suppose I will see you soon. At Hogwarts" and with that, he winked and in the blink of an eye, he was gone.
Alice returned back to her house where she laid the parel down. She placed it in the nightstand near her bed. She lay down and fell asleep immediately.
That night as Alice was sleeping she had bad dreams. Horrible dreams in fact. She dreamt that the muggles around her knew her secret. She dreamt that muggles stormed Hogwarts, and tied them all up.
With a start, she woke up screaming. She realized that her cat was looming over her on her bed. "Shirley, don't scare me like that!" she told her cat. She found herself very hungry and started for her kitchen when she realized just how late it was. It was almost half past 2 am. She decided just to have an apple or something.
As she walked down the creaky stairs of her house, she heard owls hooting outside. This could be good. It may mean that someone has sent her mail. She checked her mail slot and sure enough there was a letter. The letter had a strange crest sealing it. It looked like it said 'The 3 Sorcerers.'
Alice had never heard of magic of any kind outside of witchcraft and wizardry. She opened up the letter and found a piece of parchment. It said:
Dear Ms. Simmons,
It has come to our attention that Earl Watson is attending his first year at Hogwarts, if he chooses to accept the invitation. We have been studying him. We look for people like him. We think that he would be more suited as a sorcerer instead of a wizard.
We hope that you will give this letter to him, so that he is not confused when he receives invitations to 2 magic schools.
Chris Turner
Headmaster of The 3 Sorcerers,
School of Sorcery
Alice thought about this letter for a moment. She decided that she had never heard of something more rubbish than this.
Another kind of magic? The thought was simply preposterous. She discarded the letter and started for her room when she realized why she came downstairs in the first place. She went to her kitchen and grabbed an apple and sat down at her breakfast bar.
When she was done eating, she tossed aside the core and started for her room. When she came to the door, she was surprised to see that the door was closed. She didn't remember closing it. She reached for the handle and turned it. Her hand suddenly started to sting. She cried out in pain and took her hand away. She had also realized that her door was locked. She tried again. The stinging feeling happened again. She pulled out her wand.
"Alohamora" she said. The wand glowed and he door unlocked. She quickly put her hand on the door and turned the handle. The door opened and she walked inside.
Her room was a mess. All of the drawers were open. All of the cabinets were open. Stuff was all over the floor. Her room had been ransacked. She also noticed that her nightstand drawer was open. The parcel was gone. She felt a sinking feeling in her stomach.
That parcel was very important. It contained a stone. Not just any old stone though. This was a magical ring. The ring, when put on a finger, would give the owner the power to shapeshift. They could turn into anything, even other humans. It came at a price though. For every time you used it, part of your energy was drained from your aura. Everyone had an energy aura. If you lost yours, you died. Nobody in existence could see auras. This ring was probably one of the most important ring in existence.
She went over to her window. She stared at the stars. She was going to be in so much trouble with the Ministry.
The thing was that she had a feeling that she knew who the stone had been stolen from. The letter from earlier had been labeled with a seal from what looked like a sorcerery school.
She had discarded it earlier but know she wasn't so sure. She decided to go to bed as she was very tired, and it was infact around 3 am now. The last thing that she remembered before she drifted off to sleep was a sticker on her ceiling that she hadn't noticed before. It said: The 3 Sorcerers.
