Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine, but you're more than welcome to give it to me. Christmas is coming
TBD-sorry it's sad, but suck it up I know you can. Only tough people rock my sox.
Love-is-everything- thanks again. You'll just have to wait to see who #2 is.
The Life and its End
Sirius stood still in a defensive manner. "Listen you, whoever you are; I never, ever, killed anyone." Murder wasn't a happy subject with Sirius, for obvious reasons.
The man smiled and sighed. Sirius was staring to get angry. "Just relax, I'll explain everything." He cleared his throat.
"My name is Eggbert Hightower. I was born on November 4th, 1947. I was raised by my mother, Karen Hightower, and my father Kevin Hightower. Both were half-bloods and met in their late twenties. I also had a brother who was one year older than me, Octavian.
"We had a lovely house near London in my youth. My father trained security trolls and took his job very seriously. My mother stayed at home and raised me and my brother. We were the average, wizarding family.
"If there was one thing you were judged by in my family, it was your magical talent. The more magical you were the better. Unfortunately, I was not very powerful. While my brother and I grew up, we, like most wizard children, caused accidental magic. My brother would make his Brussels sprouts disappear, transfigure milk into water, and conjured an elephant without even thinking. All I did was make a teacup hover before smashing to the ground. I once caused hornet to grow two feet in diameter, which wasn't a very happy experience. I was always looked down upon by my parents, and always judged me against my brilliant brother.
"When I was ten, my brother received his letter of acceptance to Hogwarts. My parents were so proud. After he left, it became my ambition to get my letter and go learn magic. My parents would always scare me by telling me I wouldn't get a letter. 'If you don't use magic soon, you won't go to Hogwarts and live like a muggle!' they would say. So every single night, I would wish upon every star in the sky that I would get the letter.
"Next summer, I got it. I was accepted into Hogwarts to learn magic. I would finally live up to my older brother.
"But when I went to Hogwarts, things didn't change. I was still inept at magic. I was always behind in classes and always needed extra help.
"As my education went on, things never improved. I was always hopeless and clumsy. In my third year, I chose easier subjects that didn't require magic, like Muggle Studies or Care for Magical Creatures. I still didn't do well. My parents were furious at my grades and said I was a disgrace to my family.
"When I took my O.W.Ls, I failed practically everything. My final average was at least a P. The highest grade I received was an A in Muggle Studies. Because of my poor standards, I had to take classes over and was a year behind.
"I sometimes wondered if I should drop out of Hogwarts instead of continuing to make a fool of myself. But my parents made it clear that if I were to drop out, they wouldn't allow me to reside in Hogwarts. I had no choice.
"As I took my O.W.Ls a second time, I still failed abysmally. I couldn't take it anymore. My education was getting me no where, so I dropped out. My parents soon disowned me.
"I stayed with my Uncle Marcus after that. He offered his hospitality. I stayed at his house while I searched for a job. I searched and I searched but no jobs seemed available to me. I was slowly becoming more and more hopeless.
"But after three solid months of job searching, I found it. When I went to Hogsmeade, I noticed a 'help wanted' sign on one of the shops. It was Madame Puddifoot's Tea Shop. I got myself an interview with Madame Puddifoot, and managed to get a job.
"Extremely thankful for managing to find work, I saved every Knut I earned. I wanted to get my own place and stop being a burden to my uncle. All of my meals I conjured myself. They weren't very tasty, but I lived off them. I used my old school robes for clothing. I used Color-Change Charms on different sets and enlarged them when they got too small. I lived rationally, but it helped me get on the right track.
"A few years of working at the tea shop, my uncle got sick. He was quite old and caught a bad case of Dragon Pox. It was extremely contagious and he needed the care of a healer twenty-four hours a day. I couldn't live there anymore.
"But luckily, I had enough money saved to buy my own flat in Hogsmeade. I was close to work and had everything I needed. I even made friends with the shopkeepers. Madam Rosmerta would give me free meals at the Three Broomsticks, and Mr. Kirke gave me a discount on robes. My life was back on track.
"Hogsmeade became my home. I learned there, laughed there, and experienced freedom I never experienced with my parents. I had everything I needed and everything I could ever want."
Eggbert stopped talking he turned towards the village and clapped his hands.
Suddenly, hundreds of people burst out of the shops. From Hogwarts students, to elderly wizards, they all had brilliant smiles on their face. They were talking merrily and carrying huge shopping bags. The atmosphere became ten times more cheerful in seconds.
"Do you understand?" whispered Eggbert. "Why we're here? This is not your heaven, it is mine."
Take one story from two different angles.
It's a beautiful winter day in Hogsmeade. Four friends walk out of Zonko's their bags full of pranks and gadgets. They are all laughing and having a great time.
"Where to next?" asks the sandy-haired teen, looking at his two other friends.
"I dunno?" says the handsome black-haired friend.
"Hey," says the one with glasses. "Wanna see what'll happen when you light three fireworks at once?"
"I dunno…" says the small, lumpy boy. But the handsome boy has already taken out three firecrackers from his Zonko's bag. He takes them and ties them together. He touches them with his wand and the all start.
There is a deafening bang. The crackers explode and go everywhere. One cracker flies straight upwards into the sky. The other careens off and blasts into a waste basket. The other heads straight for the handsome boy. He lunges out of the way and the cracker goes flying off towards the Tea shop. The four friends all look at each other. They all burst out laughing, and head off towards the castle.
Now take the story from another perspective.
A tall, red-haired man walks out into the cold December day. The tea shop he walks out has large icicles hanging from the roof and the streets are piled with snow.
He looks out into the High road before setting off for lunch. He notices four boys handling what looks like a Zonko's prank. He smiles, thinking of his days at school.
Before setting off for the Three Broomsticks, notices his shoe is untied. He bends down and knots it.
He hears a bang and looks up. The boys have lit off firecrackers. One shoots upwards into the sky. Another careens off and blasts a waste bin. A third barely misses the boy who lit them and shoots straight towards the tea shop.
It hits the roof. The whole shop shakes. The explosion causes a deadly-sharp icicle to break and fall. It lands falls and strikes through the tall man's head.
His body goes limp and falls, blood gushing from the point the icicle fell. Moments later, a happy couple walks out and notices him. The girl shrieks and the boy runs back into the shop for help.
He is whisked off to St. Mungo's for healing. The do everything they can, but its no use. He's dead.
Three days later of mourning, Madam Puddifoot puts back the 'help wanted' sign back on her window in sadness.
"You see?" says Eggbert.
"Oh man," gasps Sirius.
