Disclaimer: Everything related to Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. The
plotline does, as far as I know of, but I think that's it...
AN: This is just a taste of something I've been working on, and I was wondering if it was something that sounds like a good fanfic. Hope you enjoy it, and comments are very much appreciated.
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Red, gold, and fuchsia laced across the heavens. The parched brown lawns of Wampum Lane were bordered with uniform white fences, four feet tall, and each yard with an orderly tan house. Every driveway had a silver PT Cruiser parked in it. In other words, the neighborhood was the image of an organized mind's picture-perfect world.
Though all the houses were still and quiet, number ten's silence had a lot of meaning in it. Through the breakfast room's bay window, Byron Manden was watching football on the Mandens' wide-screen television. Clarissa Manden was cooking pork and mashed potatoes for dinner in their recently renovated kitchen, while her husband James sorted through his gun collection in their spacious den. The only unoccupied person in number ten, Wampum Lane was eleven-year-old Adriana Goldchester. She heard her cousin Byron yell, "I want that bike!" to her Aunt Clarissa. She snickered at the thought of Byron actually riding a bike. It was common knowledge that he was the most popular guy in school, and therefore he had several "bodyguards" that wheeled his bike along while he strutted flirtatiously (in an eleven-year- old way) around the playground.
Adriana really wanted to go downstairs and eat, but she couldn't risk another row. She sighed, reflecting on her latest argument with Aunt Clarissa, about wanting to run upstairs and look at an owl which had mysteriously flown around their house in the daytime but having to clean the floors instead. Aunt Clarissa hated anything out of the ordinary, like owls flying about in the daytime.
"Girl! Get down here!" Speak of the devil, Adriana thought. However, she responded to Aunt Clarissa.
"Coming!" She took her time going downstairs, despite her stomach growling impatiently.
Once she had plopped herself down in her seat, Uncle James pointed out to Byron her bushy brown hair, which was even more out of control tonight because of the humidity. Byron, whose own perfect wavy blond hair was exactly in place, laughed out loud. Aunt Clarissa ate in her dainty way, with her long nose in the air. Adriana ignored them and dug into her dinner, which was half the size of Byron's. Uncle James always made sure Adriana got less to eat than Byron. In fact, she was always fed less than everyone else at home. However, she could not remember a time before living with the Mandens, and was used to this sort of treatment.
The rest of dinner passed quietly until an owl flew in the window.
"Get it OUT of here!" Uncle James roared at Adriana. She sighed, trying to look annoyed, but really she was curious about the letters tied to its leg. She chased it up to her room. It stuck out its leg patiently, as if it had been through this before, and Adriana grabbed one of the official-looking envelopes that were tied to its leg. The owl gave a doleful hoot and swept off through her open window into the darkening July sky. She opened one of the letters that had caused the commotion and read:
Dear Adriana Potter, The next school term starts September 1st. The train leave Platform 9 ¾, King's Cross Station, at 11:00 A.M. exactly. First years are required to have the following items: Scales Set of black robes Black hat Cauldron (pewter) Wand And an animal is optional. You may bring a cat, toad, or an owl.
Enclosed is your booklist.
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Adriana blinked, then, wondering if this was all a joke, opened the other letter. It contained:
Adriana: You may know that King's Cross Station is in Great Britain, while you are in America. I thought you might want a chance to go to the same school your parents went to. I will be at your house at 5:00 A.M., your time, tomorrow to pick you up. Don't worry; I'll sort everything out with the Mandens. Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore Headmaster Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
"Girl!" came a voice in her doorway. Adriana jumped. She spun around to see Uncle James. He ordered her to get in bed and she did, the uncomfortable springs of Byron's old mattress rubbing into her back. She had expected to lay awake thinking for hours, but she fell straight asleep.
Adriana dreamed about a man with untidy black hair, bright green eyes, and glasses next to a woman with warm brown eyes and lots of bushy brown hair much like her own watching her adoringly. Then the mood of dream changed. Flashes of light flew throughout the room.
"Adie! Save Adie!" someone screamed. Having been temporarily blinded by the light, Adriana couldn't see her attacker. She saw an arm raise a long, thin piece of wood and point it at her. Adriana woke up screaming, drenched in cold sweat. The Mandens took no notice and kept on sleeping. Byron's snores filled the house. Adriana sighed and wiped her face on her pillow. She rolled over, went back to sleep, and forgot the dream.
At 4:45, Adriana woke up, thanks to Aunt Clarissa pounding on her door, and remembered the second letter. She chose ten of her best outfits, and then figured, "What the heck, why not just bring them all? I mean, I don't even know how long the "term" is, or when I'll ever be coming back. It's not like I have too many clothes anyway." So she threw all of her clothes in an old suitcase of Byron's.
"Morning, Nerdbrain," Byron sang at Adriana. "Hey! Give me my suitcase!" Given Byron's selfishness, Adriana wasn't surprised.
"No, I need it, sorry."
"Give me my suitcase!" he screeched. How immature, Adriana thought.
"Well, how about a deal?"
"What?" Byron said grumpily.
"Give me your bigger suitcase." She knew that he wouldn't be able to reason that his bigger suitcase was worth more, since he was so worked up about the one she had.
"Fine. Just give me my suitcase!" Adriana threw it at him and ran to his bedroom. She tore it apart looking for the bigger suitcase, anxiously thinking, He'll come after me any minute! She found the suitcase and—
"—Put that down!" roared her uncle from the doorway, Byron standing smugly next to him. James ran to her with a mad glint in his eye. She had no doubt he was ready to throw her out the window. She backed toward the wall, but suddenly she found herself on the roof, clutching loose shingles. She blinked hard and whimpered. She moved to the middle of the roof and saw a black dot on the horizon getting bigger. Adriana backed up and knocked over the suitcase, amazingly filled with her clothes even though she hadn't had a chance to pack it. She picked it up and her mind was blank as she tried to make sense of the events that had just happened. All the while she was watching the dot get closer until she could see it was—strangely enough—a man riding on a broom. The man was the shabbiest person she had ever seen. He had robes that were more hole than cloth, his hair was gray and his beard untrimmed. He landed softly on the roof with a look of surprise on his face.
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Okay, so that's the first chapter. Please tell me what you think! I think I'll put up the next chapter tomorrow, but after that I'll be away for a few weeks, so the next update after that will probably be one of the first days of August. So sorry for the inconvenience, guys! Maybe I'll put up an extra 2 chapters before I leave...coughreviewcough.
insanehpluver
AN: This is just a taste of something I've been working on, and I was wondering if it was something that sounds like a good fanfic. Hope you enjoy it, and comments are very much appreciated.
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Red, gold, and fuchsia laced across the heavens. The parched brown lawns of Wampum Lane were bordered with uniform white fences, four feet tall, and each yard with an orderly tan house. Every driveway had a silver PT Cruiser parked in it. In other words, the neighborhood was the image of an organized mind's picture-perfect world.
Though all the houses were still and quiet, number ten's silence had a lot of meaning in it. Through the breakfast room's bay window, Byron Manden was watching football on the Mandens' wide-screen television. Clarissa Manden was cooking pork and mashed potatoes for dinner in their recently renovated kitchen, while her husband James sorted through his gun collection in their spacious den. The only unoccupied person in number ten, Wampum Lane was eleven-year-old Adriana Goldchester. She heard her cousin Byron yell, "I want that bike!" to her Aunt Clarissa. She snickered at the thought of Byron actually riding a bike. It was common knowledge that he was the most popular guy in school, and therefore he had several "bodyguards" that wheeled his bike along while he strutted flirtatiously (in an eleven-year- old way) around the playground.
Adriana really wanted to go downstairs and eat, but she couldn't risk another row. She sighed, reflecting on her latest argument with Aunt Clarissa, about wanting to run upstairs and look at an owl which had mysteriously flown around their house in the daytime but having to clean the floors instead. Aunt Clarissa hated anything out of the ordinary, like owls flying about in the daytime.
"Girl! Get down here!" Speak of the devil, Adriana thought. However, she responded to Aunt Clarissa.
"Coming!" She took her time going downstairs, despite her stomach growling impatiently.
Once she had plopped herself down in her seat, Uncle James pointed out to Byron her bushy brown hair, which was even more out of control tonight because of the humidity. Byron, whose own perfect wavy blond hair was exactly in place, laughed out loud. Aunt Clarissa ate in her dainty way, with her long nose in the air. Adriana ignored them and dug into her dinner, which was half the size of Byron's. Uncle James always made sure Adriana got less to eat than Byron. In fact, she was always fed less than everyone else at home. However, she could not remember a time before living with the Mandens, and was used to this sort of treatment.
The rest of dinner passed quietly until an owl flew in the window.
"Get it OUT of here!" Uncle James roared at Adriana. She sighed, trying to look annoyed, but really she was curious about the letters tied to its leg. She chased it up to her room. It stuck out its leg patiently, as if it had been through this before, and Adriana grabbed one of the official-looking envelopes that were tied to its leg. The owl gave a doleful hoot and swept off through her open window into the darkening July sky. She opened one of the letters that had caused the commotion and read:
Dear Adriana Potter, The next school term starts September 1st. The train leave Platform 9 ¾, King's Cross Station, at 11:00 A.M. exactly. First years are required to have the following items: Scales Set of black robes Black hat Cauldron (pewter) Wand And an animal is optional. You may bring a cat, toad, or an owl.
Enclosed is your booklist.
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Adriana blinked, then, wondering if this was all a joke, opened the other letter. It contained:
Adriana: You may know that King's Cross Station is in Great Britain, while you are in America. I thought you might want a chance to go to the same school your parents went to. I will be at your house at 5:00 A.M., your time, tomorrow to pick you up. Don't worry; I'll sort everything out with the Mandens. Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore Headmaster Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
"Girl!" came a voice in her doorway. Adriana jumped. She spun around to see Uncle James. He ordered her to get in bed and she did, the uncomfortable springs of Byron's old mattress rubbing into her back. She had expected to lay awake thinking for hours, but she fell straight asleep.
Adriana dreamed about a man with untidy black hair, bright green eyes, and glasses next to a woman with warm brown eyes and lots of bushy brown hair much like her own watching her adoringly. Then the mood of dream changed. Flashes of light flew throughout the room.
"Adie! Save Adie!" someone screamed. Having been temporarily blinded by the light, Adriana couldn't see her attacker. She saw an arm raise a long, thin piece of wood and point it at her. Adriana woke up screaming, drenched in cold sweat. The Mandens took no notice and kept on sleeping. Byron's snores filled the house. Adriana sighed and wiped her face on her pillow. She rolled over, went back to sleep, and forgot the dream.
At 4:45, Adriana woke up, thanks to Aunt Clarissa pounding on her door, and remembered the second letter. She chose ten of her best outfits, and then figured, "What the heck, why not just bring them all? I mean, I don't even know how long the "term" is, or when I'll ever be coming back. It's not like I have too many clothes anyway." So she threw all of her clothes in an old suitcase of Byron's.
"Morning, Nerdbrain," Byron sang at Adriana. "Hey! Give me my suitcase!" Given Byron's selfishness, Adriana wasn't surprised.
"No, I need it, sorry."
"Give me my suitcase!" he screeched. How immature, Adriana thought.
"Well, how about a deal?"
"What?" Byron said grumpily.
"Give me your bigger suitcase." She knew that he wouldn't be able to reason that his bigger suitcase was worth more, since he was so worked up about the one she had.
"Fine. Just give me my suitcase!" Adriana threw it at him and ran to his bedroom. She tore it apart looking for the bigger suitcase, anxiously thinking, He'll come after me any minute! She found the suitcase and—
"—Put that down!" roared her uncle from the doorway, Byron standing smugly next to him. James ran to her with a mad glint in his eye. She had no doubt he was ready to throw her out the window. She backed toward the wall, but suddenly she found herself on the roof, clutching loose shingles. She blinked hard and whimpered. She moved to the middle of the roof and saw a black dot on the horizon getting bigger. Adriana backed up and knocked over the suitcase, amazingly filled with her clothes even though she hadn't had a chance to pack it. She picked it up and her mind was blank as she tried to make sense of the events that had just happened. All the while she was watching the dot get closer until she could see it was—strangely enough—a man riding on a broom. The man was the shabbiest person she had ever seen. He had robes that were more hole than cloth, his hair was gray and his beard untrimmed. He landed softly on the roof with a look of surprise on his face.
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Okay, so that's the first chapter. Please tell me what you think! I think I'll put up the next chapter tomorrow, but after that I'll be away for a few weeks, so the next update after that will probably be one of the first days of August. So sorry for the inconvenience, guys! Maybe I'll put up an extra 2 chapters before I leave...coughreviewcough.
insanehpluver