Tribute to the Greatest Wizard
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters that you have heard of before, but I do own my ideas. Thanks to J. K. Rowling for setting a story that I can expand upon.
Al never had any friends, because his parents never let him. They never let him go outside or play with the other children; they just hid him. He didn't blame them, because he agreed with them: He was cursed. Satin had marked him at birth they said, and the village would hang them, had the counsel known. He may be alone, but he was safe.
His parents had decided, as soon as they learned of his "curse", to keep him in their basement. He sat on the dirt floor day after day feeling unloved. He wished his older brother was here to spend time with him. His brother was the only one who understood him, but he had disappeared a few years ago. Al's parents had no clue where he went, so they decided he ran away, but Al knew he wouldn't leave him all alone. But alone Al was.
His parents loved him, but they couldn't think of any other way. They would sit up late at night and try to think of ways to give Al a better life. Finally they gave up all hope. They had tried everything. They had decided that Al's only hope at a free life was to sneak him out of the village, and leave him at the forest edge, for the village folk dare not go in the forest. There was a rumor of a terrible beast that ruled the forest, and any that went there were never seen again.
Al was sleeping in the makeshift bed his parents had provided for him, when the door opened silently, and a lamp was ignited. His parents woke him and told him to gather all of his possessions, which wasn't much so it didn't take too long before every thing was tied into one sack and they were out the door. Al was filled with amazement, because he hadn't been outside since he could remember. He wanted to stay for a while and explore, but his parents dragged him to the wagon and sat him in the back. He continued to look around as they quietly tied the horse to the wagon. They set out towards the town's edge, not attracting the attention of anything more then a curious raccoon. When they reached the edge, the forest came in site. They stopped when they came to the first tree. Al's dad unloaded the sack, plus another sack full of food for Al. Al's mother lifted Al out of the back of the wagon and set him on the ground. His father tied the sacks to his back. No one spoke. Al looked into his parent's eyes, and felt no joy. He turned and stepped across the boundary between their world and his.