From Muggle to Wizard
YAY! This is my first fanfiction story! I've had bits and pieces of a story in my head for ages, and I've finally decided to write it. But first things first.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise, nor will I ever (until penguins take over the world).
Rightyo. This is not a...what do you call it? Yes. A "Mary Sue". I have no deep, special powers I have to unlock to save the world, or any of that cwap. I am not related to any Harry Potter characters. If you disagree with something in my story, do not flame me. Slowly and calmly tell me what I've screwed up. I say slowly because people tell me I'm one fry short of a Happy Meal. Now let's get started.
CHAPTAH 1, BEE-ATCH!
Andrew Ranther was ticked. Uber ticked. His last report card had been less than satisfactory. He had still tried to convince his mother that F stands for "F, THIS KID IS SMART!" It had failed. No, not failed. His story had been shot down like Michael Jackson at a daycare. So now his parents were sending him to London to stay with his grandparents and attend a...shudder...private school. Andrew was a few months into the age of 13, with medium legnth dark brown hair and dark brown eyes that, when he wished it, could send out a stare saying Go To Hell.
Stupid grades, he thought as he got off the bus and wandered into the train station. Stupid London, stupid Britian, stupid Brits, stupid private snobby-ass institute.He stopped swearing in that mind of his to look around the train station, and because I'm trying to keep the rating down. He saw old people, hot girls, old people, snobby people, little kids, old, snobby people, and a group of teenagers standing by a brick wall. "Oh, I'm going to simply lavish being a Brit for three years." he murmured to himself. "Yup. Nothing but tea, crumpets, and tea for me." He walked over to the group of teengaers, wondering if perhaps British teengaers weren't as bad as the older ones. Halfway there, however, a particularly large group of people in pointy hats bustled by him. It took quite a few shin-and-crotch kicks to get through them, and by the time he had made it through, the teenagers were gone. "Damn. I've got an hour till my train even gets here. What am I supposed to do?" He asked no one in particular. So he went to go lean against the wall which had been occupied so very few moments ago.
As he neared it, he swore he could have heard a train whistle. He looked around but no trains were leaving just yet. As he continued to search for the source of the noise, a large log stomped up behind him. Well, it might as well have been a log, for he was the same size, shape, and looked to have the same I.Q. "Get outta my way, midget," He growled at Andrew. "You're blockin' the platform." Andrew was perplexed. He was stumped. He was thinking what the hell is he talking about? Andrew then put on his best British imitation. "Pardon me old bean, but I believe you are mistaken. Tis not a platform I'm in front of, it is a wall. Now, shall we forget this silly incident and discuss football over some fish and chips?" Bad move. Loggy pulled him up by the scruff of the neck and hurled him at the wall. Andrew crammed his eyes shut as he flew towards his orangey red doom.
End chapter one. So, whaddya think? Bad? Good? Sucktastic? Too short? Too long? Review and tell me!