A Muggle At Hogwarts
By Son Of Evil
Everyone swung his or her head round. The doors swung open, reviling the muggle. He wasn't what anyone had expected, especially those who had never seen a muggle before.
He wore a flowing black leather trench coat that almost passed his ankles, black leather boots that stopped 3 centimetres from his knees, a black T- shirt, black jeans, and black leather gloves. And, to compliate the image, a young raven was perched on his left shoulder.
The raven spread its wings and screeched. It didn't fly off though. It settled back down, and glared around the room. His coat billowed out behind him as he started walking towards the teacher's table. He didn't look around, or seem in the least bit intimidated.
Those he passed saw that he had blue eyes, and scars that looked fresh. And, from what Dumbledore had told them, that came as no surprise. He was fairly handsome, and the scars did nothing to hide that. A few had seen more attractive people, but there was no question that he was above average.
As he walked through the Hall, a small amount of muggle-born and half witches/wizards sworn they heard that old song, Bad To The Bone, the theme tune of Terminator, or something similar. As he walked by, anyone who had seen muggles before were being grilled on how muggles dressed, and was this stile clothing normal for them.
When he got to the teachers table, Dumbledore stood up and shook hands with him. "Welcome to Hogwarts, Mr. Silverstone," he said smiling warmly. Alex forced a smile. "Thank you Professor." McGonigal handed him the Sorting Hat. "Just put this on and we'll see what house you're in." He put it on, and almost instantly it called out "SLYTHERIN!" The whole Hall broke out in whispers. Even Dumbledore looked worried. He glanced nervously at the Slytherin's, who were clearly mortified. Over at the Griffindor table, Ron looked at Harry and Hermione. "He's dead."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hope you like it. This is actually a slightly updated version. I've got loads of ideas for this. Check out my bio to see other fics I'm working on. I haven't actually wrote anything in . . . actually, I can't remember the last time I wrote anything.
Except this Buffy fic I did a few days ago, Love Is Dead. It's a poem from Spike's pov. Check it out.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed reading. REVIEW!!!!!!
By Son Of Evil
Everyone swung his or her head round. The doors swung open, reviling the muggle. He wasn't what anyone had expected, especially those who had never seen a muggle before.
He wore a flowing black leather trench coat that almost passed his ankles, black leather boots that stopped 3 centimetres from his knees, a black T- shirt, black jeans, and black leather gloves. And, to compliate the image, a young raven was perched on his left shoulder.
The raven spread its wings and screeched. It didn't fly off though. It settled back down, and glared around the room. His coat billowed out behind him as he started walking towards the teacher's table. He didn't look around, or seem in the least bit intimidated.
Those he passed saw that he had blue eyes, and scars that looked fresh. And, from what Dumbledore had told them, that came as no surprise. He was fairly handsome, and the scars did nothing to hide that. A few had seen more attractive people, but there was no question that he was above average.
As he walked through the Hall, a small amount of muggle-born and half witches/wizards sworn they heard that old song, Bad To The Bone, the theme tune of Terminator, or something similar. As he walked by, anyone who had seen muggles before were being grilled on how muggles dressed, and was this stile clothing normal for them.
When he got to the teachers table, Dumbledore stood up and shook hands with him. "Welcome to Hogwarts, Mr. Silverstone," he said smiling warmly. Alex forced a smile. "Thank you Professor." McGonigal handed him the Sorting Hat. "Just put this on and we'll see what house you're in." He put it on, and almost instantly it called out "SLYTHERIN!" The whole Hall broke out in whispers. Even Dumbledore looked worried. He glanced nervously at the Slytherin's, who were clearly mortified. Over at the Griffindor table, Ron looked at Harry and Hermione. "He's dead."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hope you like it. This is actually a slightly updated version. I've got loads of ideas for this. Check out my bio to see other fics I'm working on. I haven't actually wrote anything in . . . actually, I can't remember the last time I wrote anything.
Except this Buffy fic I did a few days ago, Love Is Dead. It's a poem from Spike's pov. Check it out.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed reading. REVIEW!!!!!!