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Mystic Witch-you wish may come true!
Still no clue on the title, and suggestions??
CH 2
Harry didn't notice as he stared at this Mark Evans, that he was the only one interested in him. This was the guy that Dudley likes to torment almost as much as he liked to torment Harry. He was a fellow wizard! That lived in his neighborhood. Maybe next summer might not be so bad after all.
The little brown haired boy with his father's green eyes, walked slowly to the stool where the hat was. He was a little short, but not much, and seemed like the quiet type. Mark looked around as he approached the hat. He was a little worried, up until this summer he had never know that this world of witches and wizards existed. He had gotten his letter in mid-July, and at first thought it to be a prank from that pesky bully Doodley or something like that. After several more letters came, he and his parents realized otherwise. His letter had been the highlight of his summer. Moving to a new neighborhood, not knowing anyone because school was out, had made it terribly long and boring. He never quite understood why he had become this Doodley guy's favorite target; maybe it was because he was kind of small for his age.
He silently wondered what house he'd be in. He had heard all the stories about the houses on the train of course and their rivalries, but having never know about this world, it did not really matter where he went.
He nervously sat down on the stool, and Professor McGonagall placed the hat on his said. The hat began to talk to him! "Hmmmm... talent I see, brave, and determined, definitely not a Hufflepuff, and not Ravenclaw, your smart but are not studious, I know!!" "Gryffindor!!!"
The Gryffindor table cheered, but only Harry cheer for more than a new house member. He felt a strange connection to the boy. Perhaps he could find an ally, a friend away from school. He decided that he would make a valiant effort to get to know the boy.
Mark looked relieved as he took off the hat, and walked over to the Gryffindor table for dinner. He noticed a boy with messy black hair and bright green eyes, staring intently at him. His jaw dropped! That was the boy that lived with Doodley! Were they brothers? No, they can't be they seem so different and don't look alike. He'd seen the boy mowing the lawn and weeding, but never anyplace else. He hoped this guy wasn't as mean as Doodley. Wow, maybe he wasn't as abnormal as he thought if people that lived around him were witches and wizards too.
Dinner was great. Every one stuffed themselves to death. Ron even unbuttoned the top button of his pants. He and Hermione got up to show the first years the way to the dormitory, Harry rose to go to hoping to talk to Mark. However, he never realized how tired he was and by the time he got to the tower, he decided to talk to him tomorrow.
Mark followed the prefects, to his tower, and learned about the Fat Lady, and the password. This guy, he knew now as Harry from overhearing a conversation was there too, but he wasn't a prefect. Mark hoped he wasn't following him. As he walked into his rooms he shared with the other first-year boys, he noticed that all his stuff was here! 'They must have magiced it here,' he thought, 'this is gonna be such a cool year!' So far, the experience of being a wizard had been great! And with these happy thoughts he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
Harry was drifting off to sleep to, when Ron cam walking in.
"Shame really, we got four less first-years than Slytherin! Now we're out numbered," he exclaimed.
"Oh," Harry commented non-chalantly" Did you see that Mark Evans kid?"
"Yeah, why?" Ron asked skeptically.
So as not to seem weird, Harry covered his inquiry up by saying "I don't know, he looks like he might have some quidditch talent." Knowing that anything to do with quidditch would distract Ron.
"Well," Ron said climbing into bed, "It's good to be scouting out talent early, we'll need it. I heard Slytherin has a dynamite team this year. Evans..hmm... doesn't sound like a Common Wizard Family Surname does it? Maybe he hasn't even heard of Quidditch."
"Maybe your right Ron, oh well we'll see if he tries out I guess"
"Hey Harry," said Ron groggily " Come to think of it, wasn't Evans your mom's last name? Must be a common muggle name huh?" And drifted off to sleep.
Harry, however, became wide-awake.
'Of course!' he thought! That's why he has been in my mind all summer, I couldn't remember his last name, but when I heard it I knew. I wonder if he is related and if this has anything to do with why Aunt Petunia hasn't had them over for dinner, or did she even realize. Maybe I have more family? But then Dumbledore had said the Dursley's were his only living relatives. Oh well, he have to find out in the morning he was getting too tired to think tonight.
Mystic Witch-you wish may come true!
Still no clue on the title, and suggestions??
CH 2
Harry didn't notice as he stared at this Mark Evans, that he was the only one interested in him. This was the guy that Dudley likes to torment almost as much as he liked to torment Harry. He was a fellow wizard! That lived in his neighborhood. Maybe next summer might not be so bad after all.
The little brown haired boy with his father's green eyes, walked slowly to the stool where the hat was. He was a little short, but not much, and seemed like the quiet type. Mark looked around as he approached the hat. He was a little worried, up until this summer he had never know that this world of witches and wizards existed. He had gotten his letter in mid-July, and at first thought it to be a prank from that pesky bully Doodley or something like that. After several more letters came, he and his parents realized otherwise. His letter had been the highlight of his summer. Moving to a new neighborhood, not knowing anyone because school was out, had made it terribly long and boring. He never quite understood why he had become this Doodley guy's favorite target; maybe it was because he was kind of small for his age.
He silently wondered what house he'd be in. He had heard all the stories about the houses on the train of course and their rivalries, but having never know about this world, it did not really matter where he went.
He nervously sat down on the stool, and Professor McGonagall placed the hat on his said. The hat began to talk to him! "Hmmmm... talent I see, brave, and determined, definitely not a Hufflepuff, and not Ravenclaw, your smart but are not studious, I know!!" "Gryffindor!!!"
The Gryffindor table cheered, but only Harry cheer for more than a new house member. He felt a strange connection to the boy. Perhaps he could find an ally, a friend away from school. He decided that he would make a valiant effort to get to know the boy.
Mark looked relieved as he took off the hat, and walked over to the Gryffindor table for dinner. He noticed a boy with messy black hair and bright green eyes, staring intently at him. His jaw dropped! That was the boy that lived with Doodley! Were they brothers? No, they can't be they seem so different and don't look alike. He'd seen the boy mowing the lawn and weeding, but never anyplace else. He hoped this guy wasn't as mean as Doodley. Wow, maybe he wasn't as abnormal as he thought if people that lived around him were witches and wizards too.
Dinner was great. Every one stuffed themselves to death. Ron even unbuttoned the top button of his pants. He and Hermione got up to show the first years the way to the dormitory, Harry rose to go to hoping to talk to Mark. However, he never realized how tired he was and by the time he got to the tower, he decided to talk to him tomorrow.
Mark followed the prefects, to his tower, and learned about the Fat Lady, and the password. This guy, he knew now as Harry from overhearing a conversation was there too, but he wasn't a prefect. Mark hoped he wasn't following him. As he walked into his rooms he shared with the other first-year boys, he noticed that all his stuff was here! 'They must have magiced it here,' he thought, 'this is gonna be such a cool year!' So far, the experience of being a wizard had been great! And with these happy thoughts he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
Harry was drifting off to sleep to, when Ron cam walking in.
"Shame really, we got four less first-years than Slytherin! Now we're out numbered," he exclaimed.
"Oh," Harry commented non-chalantly" Did you see that Mark Evans kid?"
"Yeah, why?" Ron asked skeptically.
So as not to seem weird, Harry covered his inquiry up by saying "I don't know, he looks like he might have some quidditch talent." Knowing that anything to do with quidditch would distract Ron.
"Well," Ron said climbing into bed, "It's good to be scouting out talent early, we'll need it. I heard Slytherin has a dynamite team this year. Evans..hmm... doesn't sound like a Common Wizard Family Surname does it? Maybe he hasn't even heard of Quidditch."
"Maybe your right Ron, oh well we'll see if he tries out I guess"
"Hey Harry," said Ron groggily " Come to think of it, wasn't Evans your mom's last name? Must be a common muggle name huh?" And drifted off to sleep.
Harry, however, became wide-awake.
'Of course!' he thought! That's why he has been in my mind all summer, I couldn't remember his last name, but when I heard it I knew. I wonder if he is related and if this has anything to do with why Aunt Petunia hasn't had them over for dinner, or did she even realize. Maybe I have more family? But then Dumbledore had said the Dursley's were his only living relatives. Oh well, he have to find out in the morning he was getting too tired to think tonight.