The Witching Hour
Harry Potter sat on his four-poster bed at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry polishing his Firebolt 2000, the newest broomstick on the market, Sirius had gave it to him for his 15th birthday. It was beautiful, with a sleek chrome saddle and silver crisp bristles coming out at the end. All he wanted to do was fly it, but Quidditch season did not start for another week.
"Hey Harry, have you seen Pig?" Asked Ron coming into the dormitory.
"No, is he in the owlery, where most owls are?" Said Harry sarcastically.
"Oh good idea, Thanks!" Said Ron cheerfully, sometimes Harry wondered about him, honestly thinking Pig was under his bed.
He placed his broom back in it's case and slide it under his bed putting a hex on it to where no one could touch it except him without having their hands go freezing cold. It was a hex Harry had made up by himself and was very proud of. After he was threw with that he went down to the common room to see what was going on.
AS he made his way down he ran into Colin Creevy, who looked angry. Harry did not know if it was him that he had upset, but just to be safe he murmured a quick "Sorry." And went on with his business.
Upon entering the Gryffindor common room he noticed a note tacked on the wall in very loopy handwriting it said:
All 5th years need to report to the Great Hall after Lunch on Oct. 1. Thank You.
Professor M. McGonagall
"Umm wonder what that could be?" Said Harry not realizing he had said it aloud.
"I dunno what are you talking about." Said Lavender, Harry feeling embarrassed, ran up to his dormitory beat red; she had talked to him.
Note from Charlie: Like I said it will start out slow, but I will make it pick up as fast as I can. Due to school this will take a while to get up and running, but I should have Chapters 2&3 out today. Please review, and I can take criticism, but don't push your limits!