Hi everyone! This is my first time writing here, so wish me
luck! I'll try to make this enjoyable.
Disclaimer: Nothing that has been created by J.K. Rowling (i.e. names, ideas, objects, places) is, or ever will be, mine. I'll try to keep the characters in their own personalities... Sorry if I don't!
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On a dark, chilly night in England, what seemed to be an abandoned castle lay in the countryside. The wind curled itself lightly around the castle's walls, adding to the normal appearance of the castle. Unknown to muggles, however, there was much going on within these walls.
In the Great Hall, the usual beginning-of-the-year feast was taking place. Food was being passed around to the many glowing faces of children and teachers, all having a wonderful time (except, maybe, for the ghosts). Even the pessimistic boy Draco Malfoy seemed in good spirits. Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley sat together, rejoicing at being back at Hogwarts. Dumbledore sat with the rest of the teachers up at their long table, making pleasant conversation with Professor McGonagall and various other teachers. The sorting of first years had been completed successfully, as it had every other year.
Harry and Ron were chatting about their summers when Hermione quieted them. "Did you two hear that?" She looked at them expectantly.
"Hear what, Hermione?" Ron said, glancing at Harry and wondering if he had heard anything. Harry shook his head and turned back to Hermione.
"That... that thump. You didn't hear it? It sounded like a door... I wonder-" Hermione was cut off as the door to the Great Hall creaked open. The hall quieted as everyone stared at the dark figure that stumbled through into the warmth of the room. The figure took a few steps, then staggered and fell in a heap on the tile floor.
Harry immediately got out of his seat and rushed over to the pile of robes in front of the doors. Hermione and Ron followed closely, but before any of them could do anything Dumbledore stepped in calmly. In a low, comforting voice, he told them "There is nothing you can do here children, please sit down and finish your meals." The three started to protest, but they went slowly back to their seats. Dumbledore knelt swiftly, lifting the small figure in his arms. To the dismay of the students, he did not reveal the person's face. He carried the robe-enveloped form out of the Great Hall with his amazingly strong arms, and the last thing the students saw of the two was Dumbledore's periwinkle robes sweeping through the closing door.
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Well, I hope you liked it. I plan on writing more very soon, so bear with me. If you have some constructive criticism for me, I would greatly appreciate it. Oh and one more thing- the Microsoft Word spelling check told me to spell Draco's name 'Drano' (hehe, fitting isn't it? Oops- Did I say that out loud? Sorry Draco!) More soon!
Disclaimer: Nothing that has been created by J.K. Rowling (i.e. names, ideas, objects, places) is, or ever will be, mine. I'll try to keep the characters in their own personalities... Sorry if I don't!
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On a dark, chilly night in England, what seemed to be an abandoned castle lay in the countryside. The wind curled itself lightly around the castle's walls, adding to the normal appearance of the castle. Unknown to muggles, however, there was much going on within these walls.
In the Great Hall, the usual beginning-of-the-year feast was taking place. Food was being passed around to the many glowing faces of children and teachers, all having a wonderful time (except, maybe, for the ghosts). Even the pessimistic boy Draco Malfoy seemed in good spirits. Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley sat together, rejoicing at being back at Hogwarts. Dumbledore sat with the rest of the teachers up at their long table, making pleasant conversation with Professor McGonagall and various other teachers. The sorting of first years had been completed successfully, as it had every other year.
Harry and Ron were chatting about their summers when Hermione quieted them. "Did you two hear that?" She looked at them expectantly.
"Hear what, Hermione?" Ron said, glancing at Harry and wondering if he had heard anything. Harry shook his head and turned back to Hermione.
"That... that thump. You didn't hear it? It sounded like a door... I wonder-" Hermione was cut off as the door to the Great Hall creaked open. The hall quieted as everyone stared at the dark figure that stumbled through into the warmth of the room. The figure took a few steps, then staggered and fell in a heap on the tile floor.
Harry immediately got out of his seat and rushed over to the pile of robes in front of the doors. Hermione and Ron followed closely, but before any of them could do anything Dumbledore stepped in calmly. In a low, comforting voice, he told them "There is nothing you can do here children, please sit down and finish your meals." The three started to protest, but they went slowly back to their seats. Dumbledore knelt swiftly, lifting the small figure in his arms. To the dismay of the students, he did not reveal the person's face. He carried the robe-enveloped form out of the Great Hall with his amazingly strong arms, and the last thing the students saw of the two was Dumbledore's periwinkle robes sweeping through the closing door.
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Well, I hope you liked it. I plan on writing more very soon, so bear with me. If you have some constructive criticism for me, I would greatly appreciate it. Oh and one more thing- the Microsoft Word spelling check told me to spell Draco's name 'Drano' (hehe, fitting isn't it? Oops- Did I say that out loud? Sorry Draco!) More soon!