Here is my first attempt at Harry Potter fiction! Below are some pronouciations and the first chapter.
PRONOUNCIATIONS
Byrone - BYE - ROW - NEE
Bryon- BRY - on
Tone- TONE - EE
Jeffre- Jeff - REE
Chesnerr- SHESS - NERR
Hog-what?
Summers in the little town of Mayfield, Rhode Island were always boring. They were boring for the residents, the neighbors, and for Old Lady Mayfield herself. Old Lady Mayfield was an old witch, and had always found it increasingly hard to keep tabs on her late son's children, especially with neither knowing about their father, mother, or grandmother's inheritance.
For you see, Old Lady Mayfield loved living in the small town of Mayfield, Rhode Island, boring as it may have been. But as soon as the tiny wizard and witch discovered their secret, it was no longer boring.
Byrone and Bryon Chesnerr had both been eleven when the letters had arrived from Byrone and Bryon Hall of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Two very identical letters for two very different siblings had shown up by way of one very small pigeon.
Mayfield had smiled warmly at her bewildered grandchildren and had enjoyed a day of telling them about their mother and father. But it wasn't to be enjoyed for long. Bryon and Byrone's special twin bond was broken inside the walls of Byrone and Bryon Hall.
But that was four years ago, before Old Lady Mayfield died and left her grandchildren to go live with their aunt and uncle in England.
"Hog-what?" Bryon hissed at Jeffre Chesnerr, his uncle.
"Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry," Vone, his aunt smiled kindly down at him. "You will love it there."
She held down an old issue of the Daily Prophet for the twins to look at. This a picture from last years fourth year class. They are all Gryffindors. Most likely you will both be in this House. All Chesnerrs have been in Gryffindor to date."
"Ron Weasly, Hermione Granger..." Byrone and Bryon read from the list of names.
"Oh, yes," Vone said affectionately. "Such a sweet child."
"And so nice," Jeffre added. "She will be Head Girl, no doubt."
"A prefect if I ever saw one," Vone smiled at the little girl on the front page.
But Byrone and Bryon weren't listening to their aunt and uncle. Instead they concentrated on the boy standing in the middle with black, shaggy hair, glasses, and a goofy grin upon his face. The famous Harry Potter.
PRONOUNCIATIONS
Byrone - BYE - ROW - NEE
Bryon- BRY - on
Tone- TONE - EE
Jeffre- Jeff - REE
Chesnerr- SHESS - NERR
Hog-what?
Summers in the little town of Mayfield, Rhode Island were always boring. They were boring for the residents, the neighbors, and for Old Lady Mayfield herself. Old Lady Mayfield was an old witch, and had always found it increasingly hard to keep tabs on her late son's children, especially with neither knowing about their father, mother, or grandmother's inheritance.
For you see, Old Lady Mayfield loved living in the small town of Mayfield, Rhode Island, boring as it may have been. But as soon as the tiny wizard and witch discovered their secret, it was no longer boring.
Byrone and Bryon Chesnerr had both been eleven when the letters had arrived from Byrone and Bryon Hall of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Two very identical letters for two very different siblings had shown up by way of one very small pigeon.
Mayfield had smiled warmly at her bewildered grandchildren and had enjoyed a day of telling them about their mother and father. But it wasn't to be enjoyed for long. Bryon and Byrone's special twin bond was broken inside the walls of Byrone and Bryon Hall.
But that was four years ago, before Old Lady Mayfield died and left her grandchildren to go live with their aunt and uncle in England.
"Hog-what?" Bryon hissed at Jeffre Chesnerr, his uncle.
"Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry," Vone, his aunt smiled kindly down at him. "You will love it there."
She held down an old issue of the Daily Prophet for the twins to look at. This a picture from last years fourth year class. They are all Gryffindors. Most likely you will both be in this House. All Chesnerrs have been in Gryffindor to date."
"Ron Weasly, Hermione Granger..." Byrone and Bryon read from the list of names.
"Oh, yes," Vone said affectionately. "Such a sweet child."
"And so nice," Jeffre added. "She will be Head Girl, no doubt."
"A prefect if I ever saw one," Vone smiled at the little girl on the front page.
But Byrone and Bryon weren't listening to their aunt and uncle. Instead they concentrated on the boy standing in the middle with black, shaggy hair, glasses, and a goofy grin upon his face. The famous Harry Potter.