Laughing, I ran into the courtyard of the school. I thought he wouldn't catch me; I was wrong. But he caught me a little too late. I wasn't looking where I was going and I crashed into the cement pillar. I don't remember anything after that, but I do remember a hazy reddish picture of a lion and then everything was black. When I woke up, there was a particularly sharp pain in my abdomen. When I looked around, nothing was familiar and everything was…old. I tried to sit up so I could manage a better look at my stomach, but when I winced, I knew it was a bad idea. I noticed a glass of water next to the bed I was in so I reached for it and gulped it down. The second the liquid touched my throat, it created a soothing yet painful sensation that could only be described as, well, magical.
A woman came rushing into the room saying "oh dear" and "my word!" I couldn't help but chuckle because she looked so darn ancient. She was a pretty lady, but her clothes were from a different century! The next thing I knew, she was right next to me asking if I was alright and if I knew where I came from.
"Umm. I think I'm fine; and I am from Seattle. Why? Where am I now?" I was really confused. Didn't I just black out?
"Oh dear. Oh dear." she says again. Must she keep saying that? "Oh dear, it seems as though you are far from where you came. Forgive my rudeness. I am Madame Pomfrey." She seemed to be extremely flustered until we heard the door creak open and then she was hyperventilating. What on earth was going on? Her voice pierced my thoughts with a shrill, "Oh Headmaster! Thank goodness you are here!"
The headmaster, looking like he was another century, had long white hair (and beard) that seemed to go on forever. His half-moon shaped glasses only made him look older and he had a warm, pleasant look on his face. He let out a hearty chuckle and introduced himself. "Hello, I am Albus Dumbledore and this is my school, Hogwarts." The name of the school gave me the most fascinating image of a hog, covered in warts, but I was not going to voice that. "What is your name?" He asked.
"Alexie Martin. I am fourteen years old and I was born in Seattle, Washington, United States of America." I beamed, I didn't even wish to disclose that much, but it just came out.
"Ahh, yes, I know of it. A beautiful city. Had a chance to visit there this summer. Lovely scenery. Oh, pardon me. I appear to be rambling."
I laughed and said it was alright. I looked around for a second and saw a tapestry of the same lion I envisioned before I blacked out. I pointed to it, and said, "I saw this before I blacked out. What is it?" The shocked look on his face was suddenly replaced with a solid face of realization.
"That is the symbol of Gryffindor, a house at this school. Tell me, Alexie, what are some of the countries that run through your blood?"
"Hmm," I said, "That would be; English, German, Irish, Scottish, Polish, and a few other things. Why?"
"You look like him is all." He remarked, rather mysteriously.
"Like who, sir?" Who could this man be talking about?
"Godric Gryffindor, Alexie. Of this I am sure."
it is fairly short, and for this i appologize! I haven't had much time to write lately (Due to a D in Maths) I hope you liked it. please review!
