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 eleventh 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 3 ~~~~~~
The room that my sister Gina and I shared in the Leaky Cauldron was everything a wide-eyed kid could ever dream of! The beds were big and soft, and great for bouncing on, and the view from the window always showed a pretty scene, either a bright, sunny day, or a clear, starry night. There was even a TV. Don't ask me how, but it was always showing our favorite programs. The radio, when we turned it on, had all sorts of weird new music on it. To any eleven-year-old kid, this was a little sslice of heaven.
We went into Diagon Alley an awful lot, and talked to one of our dad's old friends. Apparently, my dad had just enough magic to get accepted into Hogwarts, but could only perform one spell with any relative ease. He had changed his name for the duration of his time in Hogwarts, so his dad would not find out. But the one spell that dad did know, boy, did he know it! He could do a Summoning charm like you wouldn't believe! He's even mastered one very cool trick, summoning his wand back to his hand, or so his friend Bartemius had said. I'll have to ask dad to teach me that one when I go home for Summer break.
We learned most of the layout of Diagon alley. We had both selected our wands (although Mr. Ollivander had sworn the wand I had was very wrong for me). My sister, Gina, was waylaid by Mr. Ollivander as soon as she entered the shop. "My stars! I know just the wand for that girl! It's been kept safe by my family for generations!" While saying that, he had her stopped by the window as he retrieved a very, very old magic wand from the window. It was rested on a faded purple cushion.
We each had to get our robes, books, and everything else after that. It had worked out quite well, albeit we spent much more time in Honeydukes' branch shop than we had anticipated. We spent an awful lot of money there, too. From there, we stopped in the magical pets shop. Gina got herself a sweet little black kitten, but my pet was a little more practical. I found an absolutely gorgeous golden owl, whose feathers looked like a scale pattern. Within monents of seeing him, I had a pet owl. His name was Bahamut, named for the legendary King of the Dragons.
Later that day, after returning from Diagon Alley, we entered the Leaky Cauldron to a massive uproar. There was a famous guest there! I thought at first that it was the clout they call the Minister of Magic, coming down here again. I respect Mr. Fudge's title, but I had thought that since he didn't look like it, he was a dolt when it came to his job. I was wrong about the guest. It was a young boy, no older than me, yet he had thw whole place in such a frenzy they almost stepped on Gina's kitten!
When I spoke to the boy, I learned that he was just a boy my age, and also that he was going to be at Hogwarts this year. 'So,' I thought, 'This famous young Mr. Harry Potter is going to be at Hogwarts. He might not be bad to have as a friend.' He seemed like a nice enough kid, but there was something... sad about him. I would find that all out later, I suspected. Right then, I had things to go put away.
A/N: So, what'd ya think? I know it's been a while in the works, but I write kinda slow when a little short on inspiration. And I promise to start in on Hogwarts itself next time through! I swear!
I own none of the characters, places, etc., save for Gary, Gina, and other characters to come into play later. And credit goes to the suthoress Tes-sama for helping me come up with gary's twin, Gina. Please R/R, and tell me what you thought!
~~~~~~ The Heir of Gryffindor-Part 3 ~~~~~~
The room that my sister Gina and I shared in the Leaky Cauldron was everything a wide-eyed kid could ever dream of! The beds were big and soft, and great for bouncing on, and the view from the window always showed a pretty scene, either a bright, sunny day, or a clear, starry night. There was even a TV. Don't ask me how, but it was always showing our favorite programs. The radio, when we turned it on, had all sorts of weird new music on it. To any eleven-year-old kid, this was a little sslice of heaven.
We went into Diagon Alley an awful lot, and talked to one of our dad's old friends. Apparently, my dad had just enough magic to get accepted into Hogwarts, but could only perform one spell with any relative ease. He had changed his name for the duration of his time in Hogwarts, so his dad would not find out. But the one spell that dad did know, boy, did he know it! He could do a Summoning charm like you wouldn't believe! He's even mastered one very cool trick, summoning his wand back to his hand, or so his friend Bartemius had said. I'll have to ask dad to teach me that one when I go home for Summer break.
We learned most of the layout of Diagon alley. We had both selected our wands (although Mr. Ollivander had sworn the wand I had was very wrong for me). My sister, Gina, was waylaid by Mr. Ollivander as soon as she entered the shop. "My stars! I know just the wand for that girl! It's been kept safe by my family for generations!" While saying that, he had her stopped by the window as he retrieved a very, very old magic wand from the window. It was rested on a faded purple cushion.
We each had to get our robes, books, and everything else after that. It had worked out quite well, albeit we spent much more time in Honeydukes' branch shop than we had anticipated. We spent an awful lot of money there, too. From there, we stopped in the magical pets shop. Gina got herself a sweet little black kitten, but my pet was a little more practical. I found an absolutely gorgeous golden owl, whose feathers looked like a scale pattern. Within monents of seeing him, I had a pet owl. His name was Bahamut, named for the legendary King of the Dragons.
Later that day, after returning from Diagon Alley, we entered the Leaky Cauldron to a massive uproar. There was a famous guest there! I thought at first that it was the clout they call the Minister of Magic, coming down here again. I respect Mr. Fudge's title, but I had thought that since he didn't look like it, he was a dolt when it came to his job. I was wrong about the guest. It was a young boy, no older than me, yet he had thw whole place in such a frenzy they almost stepped on Gina's kitten!
When I spoke to the boy, I learned that he was just a boy my age, and also that he was going to be at Hogwarts this year. 'So,' I thought, 'This famous young Mr. Harry Potter is going to be at Hogwarts. He might not be bad to have as a friend.' He seemed like a nice enough kid, but there was something... sad about him. I would find that all out later, I suspected. Right then, I had things to go put away.
A/N: So, what'd ya think? I know it's been a while in the works, but I write kinda slow when a little short on inspiration. And I promise to start in on Hogwarts itself next time through! I swear!
I own none of the characters, places, etc., save for Gary, Gina, and other characters to come into play later. And credit goes to the suthoress Tes-sama for helping me come up with gary's twin, Gina. Please R/R, and tell me what you thought!