Archie Smith, Boy Wonder

Chapter 1

                   

Young Archie Smith lays asleep on a night crisp and cool. It is a week before school starts, but no signs of worry or stress show on Archie's face. Just a small smile, the innocent drowsy smile of a little eleven year old. 

Archie Smith was a strange boy, with pale, freckled skin, messy auburn hair that never seemed to stay in place. His eyes were a beautiful hazel, with tiny flecks of gold. Although seemingly normal from the outside, "he was anything but normal" as his father would say.  Yes, he jumped and played like the other children, but his imagination was extraordinary. While the other boys played sports, you could find him at the edge of the forest next to the school, sitting in a tree. To his father, he was a pest. Just an annoying little child, whom reminded him too much of his mother, who had died when Archie was five. Although to most people he was an outcast, he thought of himself as "Archie smith, boy wonder."

Outside, a tall man (very old judging by the silver of his beard, which was long enough to tuck in his belt) was walking under the light of the street lamps. He wore a long, deep purple robe. His eyes were a brilliant blue, hidden behind his half-moon spectacles. Behind him, a tiny voice asked, "Is he the one?" A small, scrawny creature with giant eyes as big as billiard balls, steps out from behind the bush. "the one we've been looking for?"

The man looks up at the house,                           

"Yes, he may be the one." 

The next day, Archie woke up as he usually does, but felt different. He walked downstairs and was greeted by the usual "hmph" by his father. Upon Archie's arrival, Mr. Smith left the kitchen with his steaming cup of coffee. As usual, Archie just shrugs and fixes himself breakfast, then goes to the park. At the park, Archie goes to the swings, which he pretends is a broomstick.  He imagines he is flying through a giant stadium, he hears the cheers of thousands of students. They were all dressed in either black and yellow, or blue and grey.  He dodged a ball flying past his head. He opened his eyes and saw a boy he recognized from school had thrown it. "What are you doing this time geek?' But Archie wasn't fazed, he was used to it. He simply smiled and said "I'm riding a broom, playing quiddich! Do you want to play?" The boy scoffed, "Why would I want to play a dumb game that was created by some looser with no friends?" Archie had to admit, that was a little hurtful, but he just put a sad smile on his face and said, "Oh well, I guess I'll just... go play over there..."

Archie got off the swings and ran over to the nearest tree, tears burning in his eyes, but he pushed them back and climbed up the tree. He sat on a limb, leaning against the trunk. He looked down at all the other children running around, playing with their friends. He suddenly felt extremely lonely, A couple tears ran down his face. He sighed and looked at the edge of the playground, he furrowed his eyebrows. He saw a tiny, scrawny creature in a bush, then he saw him moving his mouth, mumbling words he didn't understand. Then suddenly he saw the boy who had teased him fall out of the swings. He jumped down from the tree, ignoring the scrape on his knee, and ran to the bush. He looked around and saw that the creature was nowhere to be found.

He was turning around when he heard "hold up looser! Where do you think you're going?" he turned around with a puzzled expression, "huh?" the boy stood up, "I don't know wat you did or how you did it but you caused this!" he tried to walk but had a pained expression and pointed to his friends. "Edmund, Dudley, get him." The boy's friends get up and Archie sprints away. Heart racing, throat burning, Archie ran. Archie smith ran as fast as he could. Suddenly Archie was no longer running, but on the ground. It felt as if all of his breath had been knocked out of him.

They caught me. They're going to kill me. This is the day I'm going to die. God if you exist please don't let me die. "Running are we, Archie?" a kind voice says as he chuckles. Archie slowly opens his eyes to see a vaguely familiar man with a long beard and a strange robe. Archie was instantly calmed, although slightly confused. "You know my name?" The man smiled softly "of course I do. You're the new student at Hogwarts." Archie looks at him, extremely puzzled. The man chuckles "let me explain" The man and Archie sat on a nearby bench. "I'll start from the beginning. Archie, your mother was a wizard, and... Archie, you are too." Archie was confused, but didn't hesitate to smile. "I'm... I'm a... a wizard?" the man chuckled. "Yes, and an amazing one at that. And all amazing wizards go to the Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and wizardry. I am the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore."

"Sir, I'm honored, but... What do I do about my father? Or my school?" Archie frowned to himself, trying to wrap his head around everything this man just told him. "I have already taken the liberty of talking to your father, and he has agreed to take you out of your previous school and has permitted you to go to Hogwarts. School starts next week, he says you two will go shop for school supplies at diagon alley tomorrow. Apparently your mother has a considerable amount of money left for you.

Archie Smith was absolutely amazed. He hugged Dumbledore tightly, "thankyou sir. Thank you so much." Dumbledore smiled, "you're welcome Archie, now you might want to go home for lunch. I have a feeling you and your dad have a lot to talk about." Archie nodded and walked home with a smile.

When Archie got home, he found his father lying on the couch, passed out. When he walked in his father got up lazily. "Oh, it's you." He slurred. "Dad...? Are you alright?" His father hiccupped in response. "You were already just like her. Now you have magic too!" his father started picking up things and throwing them. Archie got up and tried to calm him down, but that just made him angrier. "You! It's your fault he died! If you hadn't been crying in the backseat, she wouldn't have crashed! And look! You didn't even get a scratch! But she died! This is all your fault you little mistake!" his father grabbed a vase and threw it at him. Just when Archie thought he would feel the class vase break, it stopped, mid-air.

Archie opened his eyes to see the tiny creature from the park in front of him, somehow levitating the vase. "No one must hurt master Archie sir." His father was furious, how dare this stupid little git stop him?! He reached over to throw something at the little creature, but before he could do so, it said "Dobby will not allow Mr. Smith to hurt master Archie!" and mumbled something that seemed a like a different language and Mr. Smith found himself unable to move.