Ilvermorny (Harry Petter Book 1)

Chapter 1: The Boy Alive

Once there was a baby boy that was half a year old when his mom and dad were really sick and something happened to him and her. One night the baby boy's mean uncle looked out the window to see a weird black pig smudging around on the ground. Then he looked away for one second and then he looked back. Instead of a weird, black pig there was a pale man with brown hair. He had circle spectacles capped on and an old red and yellow cloak. He had a long, crooked brown beard, and a stick in his hand which looked similar as a wand. Speechless, the boy's uncle quickly went out the front door, which was very near the window. He came out and sneaked a look, and now it was a black pig again.

Suddenly, the gross black pig for some reason barked so loud the little boy's uncle fell down flat, his heart beating hard, his eyes closed. He was thinking to himself, "Harry Petter, that stupid boy. At least he's gonna die without his mum and da–" the pig interrupted his thoughts. The pig bounced, and he bummed and landed exactly backwards, his face on the dirt. It was twelve o'clock. Harry Petter is the little boy and the main character. He looked up but he could barely see anything. His finger was bleeding and he looked up and saw the black pig as a pale man again.

"What is this nonsense?" said Harry's uncle.

The man didn't answer.

"How old are you even?" said Harry's uncle.

The man finally answered. "One hundred fifty-five," said the man.

Harry's uncle fainted. Harry was brought from a guy named Horid who was as big as a middle-sized T-rex which was a kid. He sat down on the moonlight. He had a long, black, bushy beard. He was at the boy Harry's house, holding a big basket with Harry in it. He was sobbing, and finally he put it down very slowly. As it reached the step he dropped it down and stared at it for two minutes with tears in his eyes, and in the moonlight he quickly stepped back and with sadness in his voice he quietly said, "I wish you good luck, Harry," and slowly, quietly, and sadly walked away, looked back and sobbed till he reached his flying car.

When he got in the front seat he looked to the side one more time before he flew away. After a moment Horid pressed a button in the car and the loud engine turned on. "I hope Harry doesn't wake with the loud engine," said Horid to himself. He was as fast as an airplane when it was about to come in the air. Then, fast, he came into the air. The engine was loud as his old car's wings flapped like a dragon. He almost forgot about Harry. He was tilting his steering wheel to the left, and he looked down in his front window and saw New York under him. "A' usual," said Horid to himself again. He quietly hummed to himself as he was sitting in his deep, cozy chair. There was a dog on the side of the front window. "Oh, hey Golly," said Horid. The dog jumped off. "Wai' a minut'e! Golly, come back!" But Golly was gone. "Well, now he's gone," said Horid.

As he was lowering, he was landing as he was near his hut, right next to a gigantic castle on a grassy field. The castle was for witches and wizards from the age 11 to 17. There were seven years. The castle's name was Ilvermorny. At the dark, fresh air Horid looked at his watch. It was almost five in the morning. Lowering his hand down, he stepped out of the car and shut the doors behind him. The engine was already off. He shut the car door behind him and locked the door. He was stepping nearer the hut. He got out some ruddy keys out of his pocket as he came to his small porch. He reached the door with his key and went in. He put on his pajamas as he was about to lay himself in his fat bed. As he climbed into bed he shut his eyes and almost nearly fell asleep because it was really late. It was 5:15 in the morning. That night he fell asleep fast and woke up late. He dreamed of Harry Petter dying as a little boy like now. It was a nightmare.