Title: The New Kid
By: King Kamize
Author: They say I'm a good writer, so here I go.
Disclaimer: I claim nothing except the new kid. The new kid is mine.
Chapter: The New Kid
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There's a new kid at school. He simply walked in this morning. It was strange. He simply opened the door and walked inside of Professor Snape's class. He had on a white robe, made of a strange material that I had never seen before. There was something about him. It could have been the way he walked. He looked like he thought he was better than us. After class I spotted Ron and called him over. "Did you see the new kid?" I asked him.
"Yeah, what a weirdo. He just sort of walked in didn't he?" Ron looked over his shoulder as the boy walked out of the classroom. The boy then purposefully walked towards Ron and me.
"Hello, Harry."
"Hello." I replied. The boy stared straight into my eyes. He showed not one trace of emotion. He was stone cold.
"Don't you hate this school." He said coldly.
"No! Hogwarts is a great school." I said defensively. The boy chuckled under his breath then turned and walked away. I talked to Ron about the boy for most of the remainder of the day. He wasn't in any other classes. We decided to head up to the dormitories. The boy was sitting In front of the fat lady's picture. The picture had been sliced down its face twice. Blood filled the bottom of the portrait. The boy held a knife.
"Nobody is going in there tonight." Said the boy quietly.
"D-Dumbledor!" Yelled Ron. He slowly backed away from the boy. Ron pulled at the back of my robes. "Lets get out of here!" He said urgently to me. "Get Dumbledor!" He yelled as we came down the hall. We both ran into Mcgonagall.
"What's all the noise?" She exclaimed.
"The fat lady has been killed. The new kid-"
"-Impossible" said Mcgonagall. The Hogwarts portraits don't just die. Ron and me exchanged uneasy looks.
"Unless." Muttered Mcgonagall. "Show me what you're talking about." I nodded and ran upwards. We came to the slain portrait and Mcgonagall gasped. The boy was still there. Mcgonagall muttered something that sounded like crazy. The boy was holding the tip of the blade with index and thumb. He flicked it upwards expertly and caught it again with index and thumb. He repeated this several times. Nobody said anything. Then the boy stood up and said, "Well hello there professor didn't realize you were watching me." The boy half smiled. "I understand you must be baffled by the death of this object. How can an object die you must be thinking. Well the object, lived on the magic you "wizards" created. All I did was cut her off from that magic and drew my own picture. Like it?"
Mcgonagall looked stunned. "You cut off its link to magic?"
"Oh yes, would you like me to show you?" The boy quickly began to pull something from under his cloak. I thought it would be a wand. But instead he pulled out a magnificent thick staff. He twirled it over his head. And brought it down to face Mcgonagall. "I find that you can contain so much more power inside a staff. "Pity you "wizards didn't discover it." Then maybe you might actually be some fun. The boy pointed the staff towards Mcgonagall, and suddenly something strange happened. Mcgonagall had lost her magic. She was a-a muggle.
Author: Sorry about any spelling mistakes. Please write a review. More to come.
By: King Kamize
Author: They say I'm a good writer, so here I go.
Disclaimer: I claim nothing except the new kid. The new kid is mine.
Chapter: The New Kid
Reply to Reviews: None
There's a new kid at school. He simply walked in this morning. It was strange. He simply opened the door and walked inside of Professor Snape's class. He had on a white robe, made of a strange material that I had never seen before. There was something about him. It could have been the way he walked. He looked like he thought he was better than us. After class I spotted Ron and called him over. "Did you see the new kid?" I asked him.
"Yeah, what a weirdo. He just sort of walked in didn't he?" Ron looked over his shoulder as the boy walked out of the classroom. The boy then purposefully walked towards Ron and me.
"Hello, Harry."
"Hello." I replied. The boy stared straight into my eyes. He showed not one trace of emotion. He was stone cold.
"Don't you hate this school." He said coldly.
"No! Hogwarts is a great school." I said defensively. The boy chuckled under his breath then turned and walked away. I talked to Ron about the boy for most of the remainder of the day. He wasn't in any other classes. We decided to head up to the dormitories. The boy was sitting In front of the fat lady's picture. The picture had been sliced down its face twice. Blood filled the bottom of the portrait. The boy held a knife.
"Nobody is going in there tonight." Said the boy quietly.
"D-Dumbledor!" Yelled Ron. He slowly backed away from the boy. Ron pulled at the back of my robes. "Lets get out of here!" He said urgently to me. "Get Dumbledor!" He yelled as we came down the hall. We both ran into Mcgonagall.
"What's all the noise?" She exclaimed.
"The fat lady has been killed. The new kid-"
"-Impossible" said Mcgonagall. The Hogwarts portraits don't just die. Ron and me exchanged uneasy looks.
"Unless." Muttered Mcgonagall. "Show me what you're talking about." I nodded and ran upwards. We came to the slain portrait and Mcgonagall gasped. The boy was still there. Mcgonagall muttered something that sounded like crazy. The boy was holding the tip of the blade with index and thumb. He flicked it upwards expertly and caught it again with index and thumb. He repeated this several times. Nobody said anything. Then the boy stood up and said, "Well hello there professor didn't realize you were watching me." The boy half smiled. "I understand you must be baffled by the death of this object. How can an object die you must be thinking. Well the object, lived on the magic you "wizards" created. All I did was cut her off from that magic and drew my own picture. Like it?"
Mcgonagall looked stunned. "You cut off its link to magic?"
"Oh yes, would you like me to show you?" The boy quickly began to pull something from under his cloak. I thought it would be a wand. But instead he pulled out a magnificent thick staff. He twirled it over his head. And brought it down to face Mcgonagall. "I find that you can contain so much more power inside a staff. "Pity you "wizards didn't discover it." Then maybe you might actually be some fun. The boy pointed the staff towards Mcgonagall, and suddenly something strange happened. Mcgonagall had lost her magic. She was a-a muggle.
Author: Sorry about any spelling mistakes. Please write a review. More to come.