This is the first chapter of my story. I hope you all like it. First of
all I have to say that aside from the character Blythe Farrah (who belongs
to me) all characters in this tale are the sole property of J. K. Rowling.
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing it.
The Day A Muggle Came To Hogwarts
Chapter One: The strange Muggle
Blythe Farrah, by Wizarding standards, was a Muggle. Though she was a strange and unusual Muggle indeed. She never turned her nose up at anyone, never gave reproving looks to anything 'out of the ordinary' or not 'normal'. She ate adventure and drank passion from a cup. She loved fantasy more than anyone. Blythe never knew Wizards and Witches really existed, but she dreamed about them. Her imagination could take her anywhere, and one day it did just that.
Blythe was walking down one of the many crowded streets of London, singing as she went. She noticed a small group of people not far away dressed in strange clothing. Most Muggles would have turned away from the sight, but Blythe was intrigued by the odd attire. Cloaks, robes and pointed hats. 'October is a long way off', she thought to herself. She quietly and calmly approached the four strangers with a warm smile, still humming the song in her head. She reached out her hand to touch the fabric of one of the cloaks. It was strange material as well, like nothing she had ever felt before.
The lady looked at Blythe quizzically then smiled when Blythe did. "Can I help you with something?", the woman asked politely.
"I was just wondering where you got such a fabulous cloak.", Blythe returned mannerly. "It's very beautiful. I have two myself, but they're nothing like this one." She looked to the woman's cloak again with admiration.
The four strangers exchanged looks then settled their eyes on Blythe again. This time one of the gentlemen spoke. "Extraordinary. A Muggle who owns a cloak. Remarkable really." His eyes examined Blythe carefully, a smile spreading across his face.
"A Muggle?", inquired Blythe. "What's a Muggle?" But before she received her answer there came a shriek from across the road. Blythe sped off to offer what help she could.
A small girl of about six years old with bright red hair, and wearing similar clothing to that of the strangers, was surrounded by five large boys. All of whom were snickering and closing in. Two of them held sticks and a third clutched a fair sized rock. Blythe made her way over to them and stared down. "Is there a problem here, boys?" Her tone was stern.
All six children looked up at her and one of the boys answered. "Miss Farrah, um, no, there's no problem."
"Good", Blythe said shortly. She walked between the boys and stood in front of the little girl. "Then I suggest you leave her alone. Go on now. Get out of here." "But she's-she's so...different!", answered one of the boys. He was the largest of the five, and likely the ring leader.
"I don't care if she is. There's nothing wrong with being strange. I'm different than most too, are you going to threaten me with sticks and stones?" Her eyes narrowed as though daring even one of them to take a stand against her.
"No, Miss.", they answered in unison.
"Wise choice. Now get on out of here. If it weren't for people like this girl the world would be an awfully dull place to live. Leave her alone."
They turned reluctantly and ran off when Blythe took a step forward. When the boys were gone, she turned around and looked down at the little girl who was now crying. She bent down to the child and smiled at her. "It's alright, dear. They won't bother you while I'm around. Where are your parents?"
The girl sniffled and answered, "I don't know. I got lost."
"Well, I have an idea, if you'll trust me." She reached out a hand for the girl to take.
The child looked at her hand a moment, then placed her own small one in it with a little smile. "Okay."
Blythe took the little girl back to where she found the other four strangers like her. None of them noticed her standing there until she cleared her throat and spoke. "Excuse me. Sorry to bother you again, but I was wondering if any of you knew this little girl. She seems to be lost and only managed to find some trouble."
The four adults turned and looked down at the girl. One of the ladies nodded in affirmation. "Yes, of course. Her parents were just here a moment ago looking for her. We'll be sure to see her safely back to them."
Blythe nodded and smiled down at the little girl. "There you go, dear. These nice people will take care of you until your parents come along again."
"Thank you, Muggle lady.", the little one said as she beamed up at Blythe.
Blythe left them then after a few very sweet goodbyes and many compliments from the strangers, not to mention one of them said something in another language that Blythe didn't understand, as she walked away. It would be a few years later that she would see that girl again.
The Day A Muggle Came To Hogwarts
Chapter One: The strange Muggle
Blythe Farrah, by Wizarding standards, was a Muggle. Though she was a strange and unusual Muggle indeed. She never turned her nose up at anyone, never gave reproving looks to anything 'out of the ordinary' or not 'normal'. She ate adventure and drank passion from a cup. She loved fantasy more than anyone. Blythe never knew Wizards and Witches really existed, but she dreamed about them. Her imagination could take her anywhere, and one day it did just that.
Blythe was walking down one of the many crowded streets of London, singing as she went. She noticed a small group of people not far away dressed in strange clothing. Most Muggles would have turned away from the sight, but Blythe was intrigued by the odd attire. Cloaks, robes and pointed hats. 'October is a long way off', she thought to herself. She quietly and calmly approached the four strangers with a warm smile, still humming the song in her head. She reached out her hand to touch the fabric of one of the cloaks. It was strange material as well, like nothing she had ever felt before.
The lady looked at Blythe quizzically then smiled when Blythe did. "Can I help you with something?", the woman asked politely.
"I was just wondering where you got such a fabulous cloak.", Blythe returned mannerly. "It's very beautiful. I have two myself, but they're nothing like this one." She looked to the woman's cloak again with admiration.
The four strangers exchanged looks then settled their eyes on Blythe again. This time one of the gentlemen spoke. "Extraordinary. A Muggle who owns a cloak. Remarkable really." His eyes examined Blythe carefully, a smile spreading across his face.
"A Muggle?", inquired Blythe. "What's a Muggle?" But before she received her answer there came a shriek from across the road. Blythe sped off to offer what help she could.
A small girl of about six years old with bright red hair, and wearing similar clothing to that of the strangers, was surrounded by five large boys. All of whom were snickering and closing in. Two of them held sticks and a third clutched a fair sized rock. Blythe made her way over to them and stared down. "Is there a problem here, boys?" Her tone was stern.
All six children looked up at her and one of the boys answered. "Miss Farrah, um, no, there's no problem."
"Good", Blythe said shortly. She walked between the boys and stood in front of the little girl. "Then I suggest you leave her alone. Go on now. Get out of here." "But she's-she's so...different!", answered one of the boys. He was the largest of the five, and likely the ring leader.
"I don't care if she is. There's nothing wrong with being strange. I'm different than most too, are you going to threaten me with sticks and stones?" Her eyes narrowed as though daring even one of them to take a stand against her.
"No, Miss.", they answered in unison.
"Wise choice. Now get on out of here. If it weren't for people like this girl the world would be an awfully dull place to live. Leave her alone."
They turned reluctantly and ran off when Blythe took a step forward. When the boys were gone, she turned around and looked down at the little girl who was now crying. She bent down to the child and smiled at her. "It's alright, dear. They won't bother you while I'm around. Where are your parents?"
The girl sniffled and answered, "I don't know. I got lost."
"Well, I have an idea, if you'll trust me." She reached out a hand for the girl to take.
The child looked at her hand a moment, then placed her own small one in it with a little smile. "Okay."
Blythe took the little girl back to where she found the other four strangers like her. None of them noticed her standing there until she cleared her throat and spoke. "Excuse me. Sorry to bother you again, but I was wondering if any of you knew this little girl. She seems to be lost and only managed to find some trouble."
The four adults turned and looked down at the girl. One of the ladies nodded in affirmation. "Yes, of course. Her parents were just here a moment ago looking for her. We'll be sure to see her safely back to them."
Blythe nodded and smiled down at the little girl. "There you go, dear. These nice people will take care of you until your parents come along again."
"Thank you, Muggle lady.", the little one said as she beamed up at Blythe.
Blythe left them then after a few very sweet goodbyes and many compliments from the strangers, not to mention one of them said something in another language that Blythe didn't understand, as she walked away. It would be a few years later that she would see that girl again.