Okay, KOK here (just abbreviated my name) with the second chapter. For the record, in the future updates will not be this frequent. Hope you like it.
Chapter 2
Mark ran across the street to the other side. It was summer vacation and he was taking a jog in the park when he was suddenly called home. Mark honestly had no idea what had happened but when they had called his parents had seemed a bit rushed and flustered. Maybe his grandparents had come to visit. They always got worked up when they arrived. He remembered when he was five and his parents were acting strangely when they heard they arrived. Mark had only seen them for a bit before they had sent him to his room. He had overheard them say something along the lines of 'no-good squid' or something. He had heard a loud bang and when he went downstairs his grandparents were gone and his parents were sitting on the couch as if they had just dodged a bullet. Mark chuckled at the memory. About a minute later he arrived at his door. He swung it open.
"I'm home!" He yelled out. Mark looked around. His parents couldn't be seen anywhere.
"Hello? Anyone here?" he asked.
"SURPRISE!" his parents yelled as they jumped up from behind the couch. Mark fell backwards as his mother blew a kazoo.
"The Frey?" he exclaimed.
"Mark you got accepted!" his father bellowed.
"Into secondary school?" Mark queried. Mark's dad thought to himself for a second before moving completely away from the couch and walking up to Mark. Slowly, he put a hand on Mark's shoulder.
"Mark, there's something that your mother and I must tell you," he sighed. Mark looked confused. What were they talking about? Was there some deep dark family secret that had to do with him going to secondary school?
"You come from a long line of wizards," his father stated. Mark looked at him. He must not have heard that correctly.
"What's the secret?" Mark asked.
"You come from a long line of wizards," his father repeated. Mark looked at him as if he was joking but his dad looked about as serious as someone at a funeral.
"Seriously?" Mark asked. His parents nodded.
"Then do magic," Mark challenged.
"We can't."
"Aha!"
"We're squibs," his mum groaned.
"What?"
"Squibs are people born from people with magical abilities but have none of their own," his dad explained.
"Okay, if this is real, which it isn't, why didn't you tell me about it sooner?" Mark wondered.
"We didn't want to get your hopes up," his mum began. "Imagine if I told you that we were going to Lego Land but in the end we didn't go."
Mark understood what she meant. That didn't mean he believed them though.
"I still don't believe you but anyways, what did you call me home for in the first place?" he sighed. Mark's dad pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. He read the first few words: HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY.
"This is stupid," Mark grumbled. He looked up to see stern looks on his parents' faces.
"Never say Hogwarts is fake," his dad spat. The look in his eyes made Mark shiver. Mark read the rest of the sheet. It was mainly just a couple of words he didn't completely understand. There was something about owls or something.
"So you guys are serious about this?" Mark asked disbelievingly. His parents had a conversation in a hushed tone before his father turned to him with a smile.
"You obviously don't believe us so we might as well show you,"
"I thought you said you couldn't do magic?" Mark stated confused.
"We can't. We're going to London," his mum answered. Mark could barely believe what he was hearing.
"We're going to London now? That would take hours!" Mark exclaimed. He found himself outside and sitting in the black Toyota that they drove everywhere. It was old and couldn't really go that fast.
"Something you should know before going to Hogwarts: things are not always as they seem," his father smiled. Suddenly, he stamped on the brake which Mark thought was stupid, until he heard the sound of the engine starting.
"What's going on?" Mark was able to say before his father released the brake and they zoomed off. Entire cities passed by as quickly as a tree would. The car was moving at the speed of sound. It stopped so suddenly that Mark would have been thrown out the windshield if not for the fact he was wearing a seatbelt. His parents just got out of the car as if nothing had happened. After a while, Mark gathered his senses and got out. He walked into the building with the sign saying 'The Leaky Cauldron'. Mark was too busy looking for his parents to pay attention to anything. He still noticed the strange attire that people were wearing. Mark spotted his mother walking out a door in the back of the building. Mark hurried and once he had entered the small open area, an incredible sight awaited him. The bricks in the wall were moving on their own, forming an archway that lead to a cobblestone road. Strangely shaped buildings lined the road and many people in long cloaks and robes were walking. Mark nearly fell over when he saw a man suddenly disappear, a woman turn a book into a plate and a child playing with an owl.
"Welcome to Diagon Alley!" his father exclaimed.
That wasn't necessarily a cliffhanger but whatever. Next chapter, Mark goes school shopping and you learn a bit more as to why he's the main character. KOK out.