HOGWARTS' GRYFFINDOR'S FOREVER!!!

Author: Thomas Radcliffe

Notes:

First of all I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters related to. They are copyrighted by J.K Rowling and Warner Bros Inc.

This story takes place as Harry is 11-years-old and entered Hogwarts for his first year. It starts at the end of the Christmas Holidays when Harry and Ron discover that someone has returned to Hogwarts to give them a late Christmas present!

This is my first story. I hope you like it. Comments would be appreciated very much! Thanks!

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Chapter One: Harry's Wondrous World

Harry Potter looked at the white snowflakes falling down from the sky. It was a couple of days after Christmas and the tinkling atmosphere was still present in the draughty hallways and the cosy Gryffindor common room. It seemed like ages ago that Harry entered Hogwarts. The school was still a mystery, especially the labyrinth of hallways and hidden rooms, but the young dark-haired boy had learnt to cope quite well with the sudden change in his life. At least he had celebrated a Christmas to remember in the Great Hall together with Ronald Weasley, his new best friend. Together they had devoured their presents. Harry never got that many presents before in his life; there were Hermione's and Miss Weasley's all wrapped up in colourful paper with a nice bow on top. He had found them underneath the nicely decorated Christmas tree that stood in the common room, glittering and sparkling on Christmas' Morning.

Harry tried to concentrate again on the chess game. The paws stood frozen on the board and cast their small, black shadows on the squared surface. Wizard Chess was such a hard game. Was he ever capable of winning; Harry wondered while he sighed deeply. Opposite of Harry, there was sitting a boy with red hair. He was chuckling and winked. "I got you now Potter" he laughed and pointed at his white queen. "One wrong move and you're toast!" Harry looked frustrated and frowned deeply. His glasses almost slid of his nose. Luckily his hand could catch it. It always happened when he was thinking about something seriously. The skin on his nose started to wrinkle and his glasses would slowly glide forwardly until they reached the top his nose. With a small whoop it would then drop down. It was a funny sight and Ron chuckled even more.

"I give up, Ron!" Harry sighed and smiled when he saw his friend putting his arms in the air.

"I'm a genius": the red-haired boy shouted.

Some elder students looked disturbed his way.

"I'm the greatest Wizard Chess' Player in the whole world": he continued dragging about himself, knocking himself on the chest. Harry tried to hush his friend but Ron didn't notice. As proud as a peacock he climbed his chair.

 "Even the great Harry Potter couldn't win from me. Even McGonagall can't beat me": he screamed almost hysterically. That moment someone touched Ron's shoulder.

With a face of who-tries-to-disturb-this-great-gamer he turned around, looking in the poison-green eyes of professor McGonagall. His expression changed in a flash and Ron turned all red like a radish. "Pro…professor Mc…McGonagall" he stumbled lowering himself into his high chair. The head of the Gryffindor House looked sharply at the young Weasley. Her hand slowly slid over the scarlet furring of the chair until she reached a piece of golden rope that was sticking out of it. "Do not try to tempt me Ronald Weasley" she responded, twisting the golden tread around her long, bony finger. "A lot of pupils have tried to challenge me, only to end up DEAD". Ronald froze as the tread came loose with one smooth move of McGonagall's fingers. "Y…Yes Ma'am." Ron answered.

With a sigh of relieve he saw that professor McGonagall departed. Suddenly he noticed Harry giggling and he looked annoyed to his friend and stoke out his tongue. A cushion ended the tongue-sticking as it landed precisely on Ron's head. Shocked the red-haired looked at his friend. Then he jumped up, noticing the snare as Ron pulled a cushion from underneath him. But Harry saw the threat and pushed himself up as quickly as he could and he ran through the Great Hall. "Hey wait, you weasel": Ron squealed while laughing out loud and he started to chase his friend.

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Harry came first to the moving staircases. His heart was pounding in his throat and he was blushing heavily from the effort. A second later he saw Ron coming through the massive door that led to the Great Hall. For an instant he was looking around until he spotted Harry climbing the marble stairs. As quickly as possible he turned and started to follow the black-haired boy. Stairs flew underneath both boys' feet as they ran past the paintings, which were looking shocked and annoyed at the screaming pupils that had disturbed their afternoon slumber. Harry arrived first on the 4th floor, yet Ron was only a few inches away. Harry shrieked and run further and turned around the corner.

Suddenly he felt something cold against his cheek. Harry turned and saw that he had run straight THROUGH the Bloody Baron. The ghost looked angrily at the boy. He murmured something about 'those blasted youngsters' as suddenly a cushion shoot through his head. Totally frustrated he pointed a white finger at Ron Weasley whose smiling face appeared from around the corner. The corridor was shaking when the Bloody Baron started his lecture of 'how to deal in a decent way with old ghost'. Ron was nodding his head, agreeing with everything the baron said. His eyes flickered as he saw Harry who was shaking with laughter. It was certainly not his day. In the meanwhile the baron let out a sigh and continued his path, looking sternly at Ron Weasley who tried to keep his face straight as he saw Harry imitating the mad grumpiness of the Bloody Baron.

A second later, the chase had started again. Hallway in, hallway out, the two boys laughed and sneered at each other, misleading one another by taking short cuts and hidden passage ways. Eventually Harry and Ron ended up cushion-fighting in the Gryffindor's dormitory. Ron just had hid Harry really hard when Neville entered the room. A cushion hovered through the room and landed on his head. The boy let out a scream and threw himself down on the floor.

"Oopsy-daisy, sorry Neville": Harry laughed and jumped on Ron's bed to attack the red-haired who had just slipped and had landed badly on his back. Harry fell on top of the youngest son of the Weasley's. The two boys rolled in a playful fight through the room like two young puppies. They passed Neville who was still laying on the floor, the received pillow pressed against his head.

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Harry awoke with a loud yell. He opened his eyes and looked at Ron. They were laying both on Harry's bed. They must have been fallen asleep. How odd, Harry wondered. He couldn't recall ending the fight. The white pillows laid motionless on the floor. There was something wrong. Harry could feel it in his bones. Something fishy was going on and he had the annoying feeling that he soon was going to find out a nasty surprise. He looked around and scratched his hair. Perhaps some magic would help him. His eyes wandered to the closet. With a big leap, Harry left the bed and ran to it, his eyes searching for his wand. "Where is it, where is it" he whispered eagerly. His hand touched the cold wood. It was gone! His wand was gone. Not only his wand, but every single wand of the Gryffindors'. Suddenly Harry noticed a little note pinned at the inside of the door. Slowly he walked towards it. The green colour of the symbol made him shiver. The Slytherin's snake looked repulsing on the white sheet. The red ink looked like blood. The untidy handwriting and large stains were reflecting in the light of a candle. Not at ease, Harry took down the paper. "What's going on" a husky voice said. Harry turned around and looked seriously at Ron who was stretching himself on the bed.

"Someone has stolen our wands!" Harry answered and showed his friend the letter.

"Dear Gryffindor-twerps,

Merry Christmas! Thank you for falling under our sleeping-spell. You were an easy target, and we didn't expect less of tykes who are pathetic and incredibly stupid. Your wands are now in hands of the Slytherins. If you want them back, come and challenge us in the garden after supper. IF YOU DARE, that is! Be sure to bring Harry Potter as he is of particular interest to us.

Your dear old friends

Draco Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle."

Harry let go of the letter. The piece of paper hovered through the room and landed on the scarlet carpet in front of the boys' feet. Draco had pulled out a nasty trick. Only one day back and he was already defying the Gryffindors. "What must we do": Ron whispered nervously, his fingers pinching his sweater his mum had especially made for him. Harry sighed and muttered: "we must get them back! This will be one exhausting evening."

TO BE CONTINUED…

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First chapter finished. I'll work hard on the next! It will be up soon!

Thomas Radcliffe xxx