Okay, just to set things straight. My name is Gareth Gryffindor, I live
in the middle of the United States, and here's where it gets weird. My new
school, from my tenth birthday on will be in Britain. Yeah, an American
kid in a British school. The worst is, it's a school for Wizards and Witches,
and in Britain. Is it weird yet? I hope so.
~~~~~~The Heir of Gryffindor-Part 2~~~~~~
After recieving the letter from this Dumbledore, and finally calming mydad down enough to speak
coherently, I got out of him some information. The school I'm going to is a Hogpimples, or Hogwarts, or something
like that. It's a school of magic. And the interesting thing is yet to come.
"Gary, your great-great-great-I don't qute know how many greats-grandfather was part of that school. His name wasd Godric Gryffindor, and he helped to create that school. While there, you may hear of a house of Gryffindor. Those are the people that will be most like you, and were most true to your grandfather's traits. Now, hurry up and pack, we're going to have to make some arrangements for you."
As soon as the house quiets down, my little sister, Gina (not literally, we're twins, me being only slightly older) comes out of her room, but waving a similar letter to mine. 'Oh great, just what I needed. My sister going to the same school. As usual. Oh well, at least she'll be separated from me. I hope.'
My parents were interested in this, because it meant a whole lot of planning would be happening. My parents just LOVE to plan things. And then again, my sister and I always get back at them by dressing identical, and doing something. if our parents aren't looking at our eyes, they can't figure out who did it, and let us both go.
Let me describe myself real quick. I'm small for an 11-year-old, but fairly tall, especially for 10. I'm pretty scrawny, however. My brown hair reaches my shoulders, usually pulled back in a ponytail. Yes, this is part of our tactic to confuse our parents. My sister, other than being a girl, looks identical to me. Except for our eyes. My eyelashes are longer than hers(which she hates), but her eyes are a brighter shade of blue(which I like).
The letter enclosed our supply lists, and as I looked it all over, I thought to myself 'Cool! A real magic wand! Wait'll my friends all hear about this! They'll be sooo jealous!' Then, I read the bottom of the letter...
...This is all to be kept a secret, Mr. Gryffindor. You will be recieving along with this tickets for a special transport over to London, where you will meet a school representative. He will take you to where you and your sister will stay the last 2 weeks before term begins.
Sincerly,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
This was a real drag. Both my sister and I were bummed out. But, then again, how many normal, or Muggle, as they're called by the Wizarding world, children get to stay at a Wizard's inn? The Leaky Cauldron? Sounds like Gina and I could really get into some fun mischief there!
The next day, we flew over to England. Though people may say the oceans are beautiful, they look pretty dull to a bored ten year old. All that water just made me have to use the bathroom. And the food? I'll just say this. Burnt water would probably taste better. Once we finally got ready to land, my sister decides to strike up a game. I believe it was 'Spot the Wizards.' Neither of us actually wanted to play it. We just settled down.
Landing was no hassle, but finding the representative of Hogwarts wasn't much better. He was a much aged man, but I soon discovered that he was the one who had sent the acception letter. 'So THIS is the famous Albus Dumbledore,' I thought to myself. He never seemed capable of harming a fly, but his eyes shone with knowledge. Right then, I knew there was more than meets the eye with Albus Dumbledore. Much more.
The rest of the trip was uneventful, save for the questions that Gina and I bombarded poor Headmaster Dumbledore with. "So, what's the school like?" "Is it big?" "Does it have real ghosts and stuff?" "Are there really secret passages and everything?" "Do they have any dragons, or really cool magic animals," and so on. It seemed to take hours to get to the Leaky Cauldron, but it was all worth the time. I think we learned everything about Hogwarts that any normal wizarding family would. Once we got to there, we were introduced to the manager, a nice old man by the name of Tom. He showed us to the room we would stay in for the next 2 weeks, and he even showed us how to get into Diagon Alley. It was all really cool, especially for a kid like me.
A/N: I don't own Dumbledore, Tom, the Leaky Cauldron, or the name Gryffindor. That all belongs to J.K. Rowling, and we're all glad she shares them with us. I DO , however, own Gareth and Gina. And thanks goes out to Tes-sama and my brother, for helping spark some major ideas about all of this in my head. Finally, please please, pretty please review my work. And remember, 'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but flames will get you burnt.' Thanks for reading, and i'll get the next part up as soon as I can think of all of it!
in the middle of the United States, and here's where it gets weird. My new
school, from my tenth birthday on will be in Britain. Yeah, an American
kid in a British school. The worst is, it's a school for Wizards and Witches,
and in Britain. Is it weird yet? I hope so.
~~~~~~The Heir of Gryffindor-Part 2~~~~~~
After recieving the letter from this Dumbledore, and finally calming mydad down enough to speak
coherently, I got out of him some information. The school I'm going to is a Hogpimples, or Hogwarts, or something
like that. It's a school of magic. And the interesting thing is yet to come.
"Gary, your great-great-great-I don't qute know how many greats-grandfather was part of that school. His name wasd Godric Gryffindor, and he helped to create that school. While there, you may hear of a house of Gryffindor. Those are the people that will be most like you, and were most true to your grandfather's traits. Now, hurry up and pack, we're going to have to make some arrangements for you."
As soon as the house quiets down, my little sister, Gina (not literally, we're twins, me being only slightly older) comes out of her room, but waving a similar letter to mine. 'Oh great, just what I needed. My sister going to the same school. As usual. Oh well, at least she'll be separated from me. I hope.'
My parents were interested in this, because it meant a whole lot of planning would be happening. My parents just LOVE to plan things. And then again, my sister and I always get back at them by dressing identical, and doing something. if our parents aren't looking at our eyes, they can't figure out who did it, and let us both go.
Let me describe myself real quick. I'm small for an 11-year-old, but fairly tall, especially for 10. I'm pretty scrawny, however. My brown hair reaches my shoulders, usually pulled back in a ponytail. Yes, this is part of our tactic to confuse our parents. My sister, other than being a girl, looks identical to me. Except for our eyes. My eyelashes are longer than hers(which she hates), but her eyes are a brighter shade of blue(which I like).
The letter enclosed our supply lists, and as I looked it all over, I thought to myself 'Cool! A real magic wand! Wait'll my friends all hear about this! They'll be sooo jealous!' Then, I read the bottom of the letter...
...This is all to be kept a secret, Mr. Gryffindor. You will be recieving along with this tickets for a special transport over to London, where you will meet a school representative. He will take you to where you and your sister will stay the last 2 weeks before term begins.
Sincerly,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
This was a real drag. Both my sister and I were bummed out. But, then again, how many normal, or Muggle, as they're called by the Wizarding world, children get to stay at a Wizard's inn? The Leaky Cauldron? Sounds like Gina and I could really get into some fun mischief there!
The next day, we flew over to England. Though people may say the oceans are beautiful, they look pretty dull to a bored ten year old. All that water just made me have to use the bathroom. And the food? I'll just say this. Burnt water would probably taste better. Once we finally got ready to land, my sister decides to strike up a game. I believe it was 'Spot the Wizards.' Neither of us actually wanted to play it. We just settled down.
Landing was no hassle, but finding the representative of Hogwarts wasn't much better. He was a much aged man, but I soon discovered that he was the one who had sent the acception letter. 'So THIS is the famous Albus Dumbledore,' I thought to myself. He never seemed capable of harming a fly, but his eyes shone with knowledge. Right then, I knew there was more than meets the eye with Albus Dumbledore. Much more.
The rest of the trip was uneventful, save for the questions that Gina and I bombarded poor Headmaster Dumbledore with. "So, what's the school like?" "Is it big?" "Does it have real ghosts and stuff?" "Are there really secret passages and everything?" "Do they have any dragons, or really cool magic animals," and so on. It seemed to take hours to get to the Leaky Cauldron, but it was all worth the time. I think we learned everything about Hogwarts that any normal wizarding family would. Once we got to there, we were introduced to the manager, a nice old man by the name of Tom. He showed us to the room we would stay in for the next 2 weeks, and he even showed us how to get into Diagon Alley. It was all really cool, especially for a kid like me.
A/N: I don't own Dumbledore, Tom, the Leaky Cauldron, or the name Gryffindor. That all belongs to J.K. Rowling, and we're all glad she shares them with us. I DO , however, own Gareth and Gina. And thanks goes out to Tes-sama and my brother, for helping spark some major ideas about all of this in my head. Finally, please please, pretty please review my work. And remember, 'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but flames will get you burnt.' Thanks for reading, and i'll get the next part up as soon as I can think of all of it!