It was all a blur. Harry's head hurt. It hurt so much that it didn't. It was like TV static. He couldn't move. He tried to move but he just couldn't. He had only just left home, and now he couldn't move. He wondered where his shoebox might have gone. Did it survive? What even happened? Is be okay?
He started to open his eyes. It was difficult but he managed to open them slightly.
"Are you okay?" A voice asked.
"Hrmhhhs," Harry replied.
He opened his eyes just a little and he felt lightheaded and weightless. As he opened them more he felt like he was flying. He tried to look around. He WAS flying.
"AAAAAAAAAA" he screamed and tried to move, but something hit him in the back.
"SHHH Harry!" The voice said.
"Who are you, where am I?" Harry asked.
"Oh, um, okay. It's a bit of a weird story actually. We're on my broomstick. I was playing Pokémon Go and ran into you in the road. I don't have insurance so I picked you up and flew high up so nobody would catch me. My name is McDonaldall." McDonaldall said.
"I'm...flying?" Harry asked.
"Yes. I'm a witch." She said.
"A...a... WITCH!?"
'A...a...yes. Problem? I thought about pushing you off when we got high enough but I think you may have magic in you. I can give you two choices, but both come with a promise."
"Okay...what are my options?"