Chapter 2- mystery rock

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    two years before I went to Hogwarts or thought about getting my letter, I would go into the forest and sit. There's this river by my house. I would walk down there and play in The river, my parents didn't like but I loved it. But one night I snuck out to the river, I could feel something calling me...

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I went to the river and saw broken twigs, I walked down the trail the twigs left. Saw a small cave and walked in. The cave was dark and kind scary but I kept walking, there was a rock, it glowed red, yellow, and purple. I walked over to the rock and there it was all I saw me in the reflection, nothing else. I grabbed it and then heard growling, I looked over and saw a bear, a giant black bear with red, yellow, and purple mixed eyes. He growled and growled at me and stared at the rock in my hand, the rock started to shake faster and faster. So I ran over to the other side of the cave and he ran over, I ran to the exit of the cave and ran through the woods, th bear ran after. I put my hand in my pocket and grabbed the wand in my pocket and yelled "ascendio" and he was lifted in the air, I ran. As fast as I could not looking back, keeping my wand in hand, losing it tightly waiting to get to my bedroom window, I saw my windows and jumped in the one I had left open. I have two windows in my bedroom, the open window was the one closes to my bed. I climbed in and lock the window, not ready for another chase. I stared at my ceiling just wonder what I had in my hand. So I had I plan to go to a library tomorrow.had to find something there's no way in hell that I cant.

The next morning, I ate breakfast, told my parents that I'm going to the library, and I was off.  Went through the library for only magic folk. I looked, and looked then I saw in book in... parseltongue, I can speck/read parseltongue its a family curse that me and blue only have for some reason, Maybe another reason Bowie possibly would have gone muggle...

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