THE MUGGLE
I've never written a serious fic in my life! Theres a first for every thing! This ones gonna be very good though.
INTRO
What if Hagrid never saved Harry? What if the most famous boy wizard of all time never heard the word Hogwarts?
THE MUGGLE BY TOM
The wind stormed and unlike any other Harry Potter fic, no crimson train was there to drag Harry off into a world of magic. Just a coal black one. It puffed steam as Harry escaped the hail. The inside was dusty and the seats were broken. Harry sat down next to a girl with long brown hair and a pointy nose. The chair screeeeeched. It was very insucure and helt a if he was any heavier it would collapse.
Girl: Hello, Harry
Harry: Er- how do you know my name
Girl: Um... well you see, er-
Harry: Spit it out
Girl: Oh, I just heard someone say goodbye to you.
Harry tried to think of someone who had said goodbye to him but could not. He was very frightend of secondary school at Stonewall. The girl next to him was a bit strange. She kept starring at Harrys forehead and was eating a piece of chocalate that appeared to look something quite like a frog.
Harry: Can I see that picture, is it a baseball card? Dudley has those!
Girl: ER- NOOOO
She covered it and stuffed it in her bag.
Harry: Okay, Okay,
Wow, she was definetly strange.
Harry: So... what's your name?
Girl: Penelope, Penelope Clearwater
Harry: Well, it's nice to meet you!
Penelope: Nice, to meet you too!
Harry: Will you, also, be attending Stonewall?
Penelope: Well I attend Ho-- Er- yes, i'll be attending Stonewall
I've never written a serious fic in my life! Theres a first for every thing! This ones gonna be very good though.
INTRO
What if Hagrid never saved Harry? What if the most famous boy wizard of all time never heard the word Hogwarts?
THE MUGGLE BY TOM
The wind stormed and unlike any other Harry Potter fic, no crimson train was there to drag Harry off into a world of magic. Just a coal black one. It puffed steam as Harry escaped the hail. The inside was dusty and the seats were broken. Harry sat down next to a girl with long brown hair and a pointy nose. The chair screeeeeched. It was very insucure and helt a if he was any heavier it would collapse.
Girl: Hello, Harry
Harry: Er- how do you know my name
Girl: Um... well you see, er-
Harry: Spit it out
Girl: Oh, I just heard someone say goodbye to you.
Harry tried to think of someone who had said goodbye to him but could not. He was very frightend of secondary school at Stonewall. The girl next to him was a bit strange. She kept starring at Harrys forehead and was eating a piece of chocalate that appeared to look something quite like a frog.
Harry: Can I see that picture, is it a baseball card? Dudley has those!
Girl: ER- NOOOO
She covered it and stuffed it in her bag.
Harry: Okay, Okay,
Wow, she was definetly strange.
Harry: So... what's your name?
Girl: Penelope, Penelope Clearwater
Harry: Well, it's nice to meet you!
Penelope: Nice, to meet you too!
Harry: Will you, also, be attending Stonewall?
Penelope: Well I attend Ho-- Er- yes, i'll be attending Stonewall