Well, this is my first Harry Potter fan fic. I hope it is alright and that it does not suck, but if it does, not much I can do about it.
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A young man, about sixteen walked down the dark deserted English road. A bright light flared behind him, and a cooper pulled up along side him, its window rolled down. A middle-aged man stuck his head out.
-You need a lift son? You could set your duffel I the boot, and ride up here with me. Wouldnt cost you much.
The boy ignored the gaze that traveled up his body and shook his head.
-You sure?
He gave a short nod, and the car pulled away, and the driver gunned his engine away. This young boy was well known by the homeless in the United Kingdom. He was called The Walkin Dude or Walker if you wanted to be more respectful when asking for something to eat. His mother died in child birth, and his father wasn't there for it, so he was put up for adoption. It was the stereotypical hell. He was given the number, 2326, and that's what he was known by. When he was nine, he developed a crush on a girl in the home, number 2452. She had gone to get a glass of water at night, and the owner, whipped her with a phone cord. What he didn't quite understand until another two years later, is that when he shouted stop, every window in the block shattered. He packed his bag and left, and since then he has been The Walkin Dude. He roamed about the country side, working for money, meals, and baths. He got to be very good with fixing things. He never accepted rides, and walked wherever he went, so the other homeless gave him his name, which is fine. Anything is better then a simple number. Then, in the summer of his eleventh birthday, as he was wrapping tape around his rubber banded and glued shoes, an owl landed in front of him with a letter. It confused him, but he had seen stranger things. The owl set the letter into his lap, and began to pick at a roast beef sandwich he was eating. Walker pulled a piece of meat out and gave it to the large bird and looked at the envelope.
The Walkin Dude
English Country side
Side wall
He then opened the letter that changed his life. He received a letter telling him he had been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He believed it at once, and sent a reply saying he would be at the station at the assigned time. After all, he had heard of stranger things. He also found out he had enough money in the bank to get him through school, if he was thrifty. He had bought his things second hand, and was sorted into Slytherin. He was immediately scorned by the rest of his house mates. They scorned him because he was poor, and because he wasn't a pure blood. So, he drifted in obscurity. He had tried out for the Quiditch team in Second year, then again in 5th year, but they favored the more popular choices, like the Golden Boy of Slytherin, Draco Malfoy. He didn't understand why everyone liked Draco. He did not mind being scorned; after all, he has only had one friend in his life. He just wondered why they chose such a prat to stand behind. He did very well in school, but hardly got any credit for it, because sometimes the teachers missed him too. At least he got free meals and a place to stay in the winter. He was entering into his Sixth Year at Hogwarts, and was walking back from Wales. He figured he could get into London a day before the train left, buy his supplies, and sleep near the train station somewhere so that he could catch it in time. He had spent this summer herding sheep. He liked it well enough, because it was a steady job, and it allowed him to do plenty of walking, and his pale skin had tanned slightly. His muscle growth had increased as well, but he was still very wiry. His long dark hair fell past his shoulders, and slightly obscured his sapphire blue eyes. He was used to the propositions from others. It often happened among the homeless people, or those who offered rides. He never gave in, because what was the point. He sighed to himself and continued walking.
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He shoved his slightly tattered books into his enchanted duffle, and they fell in somewhere deep. No matter, he would find them at school when he unpacked. He was very good and vacuum spells, and had once been able to fit Crabes entire head into a walnut. He found a nice secluded alley way, and came across two other bums resting against the wall out of the heat. One was drinking from a bottle in a brown paper bag. The other one looked at him for a moment, and then recognition dawned on his face.
-Hey! Walkin Dude, haven't seen you for a while, where you been?
-Up in Wales, sheep farming.
-Sheep farming, eh? I wouldn't mind sheep farming myself sometimes if you know what I mean.
The Walkin Dude nodded slightly. He was used to such crude talk amongst his peers. He pulled a large can of stew from his duffle, and they started a small fire with a cigarette lighter. He knew that this would shut them up so they wouldn't talk anymore, cause then they might decide to get frisky, and he was tired, and needed his rest. Tomorrow he would have to face the wolves.
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Well, Review and tell me what you think.
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A young man, about sixteen walked down the dark deserted English road. A bright light flared behind him, and a cooper pulled up along side him, its window rolled down. A middle-aged man stuck his head out.
-You need a lift son? You could set your duffel I the boot, and ride up here with me. Wouldnt cost you much.
The boy ignored the gaze that traveled up his body and shook his head.
-You sure?
He gave a short nod, and the car pulled away, and the driver gunned his engine away. This young boy was well known by the homeless in the United Kingdom. He was called The Walkin Dude or Walker if you wanted to be more respectful when asking for something to eat. His mother died in child birth, and his father wasn't there for it, so he was put up for adoption. It was the stereotypical hell. He was given the number, 2326, and that's what he was known by. When he was nine, he developed a crush on a girl in the home, number 2452. She had gone to get a glass of water at night, and the owner, whipped her with a phone cord. What he didn't quite understand until another two years later, is that when he shouted stop, every window in the block shattered. He packed his bag and left, and since then he has been The Walkin Dude. He roamed about the country side, working for money, meals, and baths. He got to be very good with fixing things. He never accepted rides, and walked wherever he went, so the other homeless gave him his name, which is fine. Anything is better then a simple number. Then, in the summer of his eleventh birthday, as he was wrapping tape around his rubber banded and glued shoes, an owl landed in front of him with a letter. It confused him, but he had seen stranger things. The owl set the letter into his lap, and began to pick at a roast beef sandwich he was eating. Walker pulled a piece of meat out and gave it to the large bird and looked at the envelope.
The Walkin Dude
English Country side
Side wall
He then opened the letter that changed his life. He received a letter telling him he had been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He believed it at once, and sent a reply saying he would be at the station at the assigned time. After all, he had heard of stranger things. He also found out he had enough money in the bank to get him through school, if he was thrifty. He had bought his things second hand, and was sorted into Slytherin. He was immediately scorned by the rest of his house mates. They scorned him because he was poor, and because he wasn't a pure blood. So, he drifted in obscurity. He had tried out for the Quiditch team in Second year, then again in 5th year, but they favored the more popular choices, like the Golden Boy of Slytherin, Draco Malfoy. He didn't understand why everyone liked Draco. He did not mind being scorned; after all, he has only had one friend in his life. He just wondered why they chose such a prat to stand behind. He did very well in school, but hardly got any credit for it, because sometimes the teachers missed him too. At least he got free meals and a place to stay in the winter. He was entering into his Sixth Year at Hogwarts, and was walking back from Wales. He figured he could get into London a day before the train left, buy his supplies, and sleep near the train station somewhere so that he could catch it in time. He had spent this summer herding sheep. He liked it well enough, because it was a steady job, and it allowed him to do plenty of walking, and his pale skin had tanned slightly. His muscle growth had increased as well, but he was still very wiry. His long dark hair fell past his shoulders, and slightly obscured his sapphire blue eyes. He was used to the propositions from others. It often happened among the homeless people, or those who offered rides. He never gave in, because what was the point. He sighed to himself and continued walking.
~_~
He shoved his slightly tattered books into his enchanted duffle, and they fell in somewhere deep. No matter, he would find them at school when he unpacked. He was very good and vacuum spells, and had once been able to fit Crabes entire head into a walnut. He found a nice secluded alley way, and came across two other bums resting against the wall out of the heat. One was drinking from a bottle in a brown paper bag. The other one looked at him for a moment, and then recognition dawned on his face.
-Hey! Walkin Dude, haven't seen you for a while, where you been?
-Up in Wales, sheep farming.
-Sheep farming, eh? I wouldn't mind sheep farming myself sometimes if you know what I mean.
The Walkin Dude nodded slightly. He was used to such crude talk amongst his peers. He pulled a large can of stew from his duffle, and they started a small fire with a cigarette lighter. He knew that this would shut them up so they wouldn't talk anymore, cause then they might decide to get frisky, and he was tired, and needed his rest. Tomorrow he would have to face the wolves.
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Well, Review and tell me what you think.