2 Not a time travel
Several months had passed and thankfully, I was able to adapt regarding my situation.
At this point of my new life, I am Alfred Stanford. I am 11 years old and good-looking. I am not too sure of my ancestry but I can confirm that I was born in this city, London. My mother is Susan Collins and my father is Richard Stanford. They're very rich and influential. Thus, I am living an extravagant life. [AN: Tsk... Lucky bastard.]
After that incident, we readily moved to a new house. The house isn't inferior to the old house. And because of the incident, my parents would always check on me, making sure that my condition had stabilized. Ehem, because of the ehem trauma. They always make sure that I utter a word before they decide to leave my room.
And here I am, staring at the window of my room, feeling extremely bored.
This kind of life is a bliss and almost perfect, only if computers exist. Ah, I missed my consoles and pc.
[AN: I don't have those. Only laptop.]
I'm really depressed to be sent back in time, it's not fun. At least send me into the future, ah~…
I stared at the window, seemingly loss in thought, when something landed in the window rail – an owl.
It held a letter on its beak.
Curious, I opened the window and it courteously dropped the letter in front of me.
I looked at the yellowish envelope and was stunned.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________
To: Mr. Alfred C. Stanford
123 ???????? Str.,
??????,
??????
From: HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
???? ???? ???????????? ???
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________
"Ho-ho… Hogwarts!!!" I was speechless and frustrated at the same time, "You got to be kidding me? Is this a prank? Who is pranking me?"
I opened the letter and it says:
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Dear Mr. Stanford,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Deputy Headmaster
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________
My mind seems unable to process it leaving me stunned for a while. And when I recovered, I loudly cursed, "F***!". [AN: Here comes profanity.]
I quickly covered my mouth. I am afraid that my new mom will hear me, so I quietly cursed again, "F***…".
I tried looking outside to find the owl, but it's already gone. I then checked the surroundings to see any suspicious prankster.
If I find that culprit, I will throw this flowerpot (which I instinctively grabbed) at him.
When I found nothing, I closed the window and read the other content of the letter:
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HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
Book of Standard Spells (Grade 1) by Rimmer Goland
Magic: A History by Penelison Smauch
Theory on Magic by Lindon Gant
A Guide to Transfiguration by Benedict Elysion
Herbs and Fungi by Ellena Menes
Beginners Guide to Potion by Wilson Ollie
Book of Beasts and Monsters by Charles Darwin
Beginner's Practice to Magical Defense by Nigel Lonks
OTHER EQUIPMENT
Wand cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) set
Glass or crystal phials
Telescope set
Brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________
"F***!"
How many times did I curse? But I can't stop it. But just who in their right mind to believe this bull****!
Time travelling (and taking over one's body) is probably the most unlikely scenario that could ever happen in reality, yet it happened.
I'll accept that. It's logical (I supposed). It's why I'm here.
But this?
"No, no… this is getting unreal… ah my head really hurts… my head really hurts."
I tossed my body on the bed and closed my eyes. I want to sleep and forget about everything.
If possible, I want to wake up in 2018.
I want to return home.
I stayed as is for half-an hour. When,
Tok…
I heard a small object fell on the floor. I ignored it.
Tok… Tok…
Again, another small object fell. But this time, there were several objects. I ignored it again.
Maybe it is just my imagination.
I want to sleep. My head really hurts. I felt my brain is going to explode!
Screech… screech…
I heard screeching from above and I opened my eyes.
Then, I saw the chandelier swaying in circle and marbles scattered on the floor. [AN: 1,2,3… 1,2,3 drink 3x]
I felt like crying. I felt like the need to call mom. I am having a bad dream!
Ghost!
That's what it is!
"I wanna cry… I hate ghost." I screamed but can't.
I covered my eyes and the screeching stopped. The sound of small objects also stopped.
I removed my hands to peek.
Screech… screech…
It started to sway again. The marbles on the floor started to roll back and forth.
"MoOoMmMM!!!" This time, I cried! I cried calling mom.
I cried loudly!
Embarrassing it might be, but I no longer care about it. I might have pissed myself already! This is horror beyond horror, when you're the victim.
And I am afraid of ghost!
I'm really scared! [AN: Scoobi-doobi-dooo!]
But it seems because of my crying the situation worsened that scratches appeared on the ceiling and walls.
Then I heard the door slammed open.
"Good Lord!" My mom exclaimed.
Two of the maid that came with my mother, hurriedly ran away.
"Madam, we must call a priest or a pastor!" A maid said before she hurriedly left. Running in the corridor while shouting, "Demon, demon! Save the madam, call a priest!"
***
In the living room, a strange looking man is talking to my parents.
He is sitting in the single sofa while mom and dad are sitting on the long couch (with me in the middle).
This strange man appears to be in his 30's. He's a little bit tall and has nicely cut gray hair. Have sharp eyes, crooked nose and short trimmed beard.
He is wearing loose old coat, leather gloves and is holding a gentleman's short cane.
He introduced himself as Dumbledore, a professor at Hogwarts.
Damn it. I inwardly cursed. Is this for real? Dumbledore? Is this really Harry Potter and some sh**? Just pissed off!
[AN: Not that he hates it, it's just impossible or so he believed.]
But I have to praise myself for maintaining a calm appearance amidst of my disbelief.
