This is my first story in English, because I´m Spanish. That's why my
English is so bad and poor.
HARRY POTTER AND HELL'S WINDOW
At last the sun was shining, after a cloudy morning. Harry was very happy that afternoon, because today he was finishing the last page of his article about his encounters with Lord Voldemort. It was a quite boring job. Harry was 20, and he was working at the Daily Prophet's Annual, so he could earn some money, although he didn't really need it. 'This way it will be easier to get into the real world of work', thought Harry when he started to write the first line of the article. At the beginning it was quite fun, but each day it was getting more difficult to finish. 'The ending is the most important part of a tale, because it can stimulate the readers to want more, as his Muggle English teacher used to say.
But all that work was finished. And with the money in his pocket, he sat on his broomstick and started flying towards Grant's Castle. He had been very interested in that place, but the entrance fee was very expensive, because the castle was under a spell like Hogwarts: only Wizards could see it. However, when he got there, he was able to get in very quickly, because there was not much of a queue.
A few minutes later, there he was, being guided through Grant's Castle. The guide was always pointing at everything, explaining its functions. '.and this is a strange mirror that looks like a window. We don't know what it's for'. Harry stayed there, looking at his reflection, while the rest of the group went to another chamber, remembering that other famous mirror that he found in Hogwarts the first year he was there. He couldn't remember its name, but that thought disappeared when the reflection started to change, showing him the inside of a cave. It was a very big cave and it was on fire, like a great chimney. When he looked to the flames, he saw a very familiar face. Yes. It was the evil face of Lord Voldemort. His face wasn't burning, but he was suffering. He was in Hell.
But then his expression changed. His mouth drew a smile, an evil smile. 'Why? Thought Harry. And then he could understand it. Voldemort was looking at something; no, it was someone. It was Lily Potter, Also in the flames, not burning, but suffering very much, because Lord Voldemort was getting closer to her, with lunatic eyes. Happy and evil, 'please, don't', whispered Harry. But what he was asking himself was: 'Why? Why is she in Hell?'
TO BE CONTINUED (IF YOU REVIEW).
HARRY POTTER AND HELL'S WINDOW
At last the sun was shining, after a cloudy morning. Harry was very happy that afternoon, because today he was finishing the last page of his article about his encounters with Lord Voldemort. It was a quite boring job. Harry was 20, and he was working at the Daily Prophet's Annual, so he could earn some money, although he didn't really need it. 'This way it will be easier to get into the real world of work', thought Harry when he started to write the first line of the article. At the beginning it was quite fun, but each day it was getting more difficult to finish. 'The ending is the most important part of a tale, because it can stimulate the readers to want more, as his Muggle English teacher used to say.
But all that work was finished. And with the money in his pocket, he sat on his broomstick and started flying towards Grant's Castle. He had been very interested in that place, but the entrance fee was very expensive, because the castle was under a spell like Hogwarts: only Wizards could see it. However, when he got there, he was able to get in very quickly, because there was not much of a queue.
A few minutes later, there he was, being guided through Grant's Castle. The guide was always pointing at everything, explaining its functions. '.and this is a strange mirror that looks like a window. We don't know what it's for'. Harry stayed there, looking at his reflection, while the rest of the group went to another chamber, remembering that other famous mirror that he found in Hogwarts the first year he was there. He couldn't remember its name, but that thought disappeared when the reflection started to change, showing him the inside of a cave. It was a very big cave and it was on fire, like a great chimney. When he looked to the flames, he saw a very familiar face. Yes. It was the evil face of Lord Voldemort. His face wasn't burning, but he was suffering. He was in Hell.
But then his expression changed. His mouth drew a smile, an evil smile. 'Why? Thought Harry. And then he could understand it. Voldemort was looking at something; no, it was someone. It was Lily Potter, Also in the flames, not burning, but suffering very much, because Lord Voldemort was getting closer to her, with lunatic eyes. Happy and evil, 'please, don't', whispered Harry. But what he was asking himself was: 'Why? Why is she in Hell?'
TO BE CONTINUED (IF YOU REVIEW).