Chapter 10:
"Firs' Years, let them firs' years out!" I suspected I was a first year so I gathered quickly to the line. Everyone was crowding around someone. I couldn't tell who it was, but it was a boy. I couldn't see him, but he must have been something, because not only did girls surround him, there were other boys as well.
"It's Harry Potter" A girl told me. I was going to ask what that was suppose to mean, but I didn't want to sound stupider then I felt. He must have been famous. An actor or something like that. The boy, Harry Potter, stepped out of the circle he was in. He didn't look like an actor; he had messy black hair, broken glasses and pretty green eyes. They were radiant eyes, but still, he looked like no actor. Not one I've seen anyways.
"Hey, Aleezé! Aleezé!" I turned around, it was Hermione. "Hey Hermione, what's up?" I tried acting casually, I think I've made a friend, but I couldn't be too sure. "Hey, do you know who that boy is….do you know??" I told her I didn't, and if she would be so kind, explain to me who. "Well… I'm a muggle born, you must be one too, that's why you don't know, but anyways this is what I've read in my Famous Wizard and Witches book.
She quickly took out a maroon coloured book from her knapsack.
Harry Potter (See Voldermort)
Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Ten years ago, the powerful Lord Voldemort still reined his chaos onto us. He had already taken many powerful witches and wizards to his evil side. Those who refused had been killed.
Voldemort had killed many powerful wizards in his time, the Mckinnons, Bones, etc. But his powers did NOT defeat the boy, Harry Potter, who was at the age of one. There is not much information on how this happened. The only thing known to us is that his wand "backfired" on him and did not kill the boy. Harry Potter was left orphaned and is now in the care of his muggle relatives, the Dursleys.
"Isn't that amazing!?" Hermione looked as if she had read this passage about fifty times, and was in shock of it every time. I tried to feel the same, but I didn't understand most of it. Wizards? Witches? What was that all about? And who is Voldemort, and what's so special about this bloke? Before I could say anything, the gates to the creaky gate opened to the old factory which was suppose to be the school. A woman opened it, she was around her middle ages, her hair was dusty brown and slightly graying. Slightly.
I peaked into the factory, trying to catch the horrors I would soon find.Expecting to find dirty junk, and horrible conditions for children's learning experience. But that's not what I saw, not what I saw. At all.