By now you may have guessed that I am going to tell you something never before known about the Wizarding World, and I shall.
In due time.
First, you must know how I discovered it for myself...
"Albus," Hagrid called. I turned around.
"Sir?" He was walking down the hallway towards me with a Christmas tree in one hand.
"Could you get the door?" He huffed. "Darn tree's blocking me way." It was a comical scene, every time he reached for the door handle the tree would bend against the door and then spring him backwards, away from his target. I laughed, walking over and opening the door to the Great Hall.
"Thank yeh," Hagrid said from behind his mask of pine needles. I acknowledged him with a nod, though I'm not sure he noticed, what with the whole tree in his face thing.
This was to be my very first Christmas at Hogwarts, something I was somewhat sad about. My mum had insisted that I had to experience it at least once, before I could decide whether to stay home the next year.
My dad said it's always better spending Christmas at school.
If only he could have known.
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My name? Albus
FanfictionIn this book, I will reveal unto you the secret behind the magic, the force in the background that grants us our powers. A common question I have been asked over the years, "why can Muggles not practice magic?" This question I will answer and more i...
