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| Ginny Potter - A Harry Potter Fanfiction Archive and Community -- Fictioneer | |
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RULES:
1. No R-rated posts. This is for everyone.
2. Try not to offend anyone.
3. If you're a first-timer, describe your character.
MY CHARACTER:
Name: Daniel Smith (yes, that one)
Nickname: Danny-boy (used by close friends only)
Size: Small for age, skinny
Hair: Brown, below shoulder-length.
Eyes: Blue
Birthplace: Los Angeles, CA
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Let's start the story:
Daniel Smith landed hard on the tile floor and watched with helpless rage as the older boy crawled into his bunk. It was the same every night: the younger kids went to bed, then the older ones came in later and dragged some of them out and forced them to sleep on the floor. He was usually one of them, even though he always fought.
Like tonight. He wiped blood from his split lip, unsure whose it was. He had put up a good struggle, but it hadn't been enough.
He shivered. The AC was on, the floor was cold, and he had no blanket. He tried to get comfortable, but the attendant yelled for him to go to sleep. Like he could, lying on a freezing-cold tile floor.
As he lay there, freezing and bruised and hating life, he thought about how awful his life was, and that there was no chance of it getting better. And that was when something fluttered over his head, and a letter dropped onto his chest.
He waited until the guard was looking the other way, then quietly rose and darted into the bathroom, where the light was on. He examined the letter. It was old-style parchment, with green ink. The address was:
Daniel Smith
The Floor
Morning Sun Boy's Home
Los Angeles, CA
Fingers trembling, he opened it, then unfolded the paper. It read:
Dear Mr. Smith,
We are pleased to inform you that you are accepted as a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Because of the nature of your situation, we understand that you cannot owl us. That is fine, one of our associates will be there on the night of August 27, 1991 to collect you. Just be ready to depart immediately, if you wish to go.
Best wishes,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Daniel had never heard of Hogwarts School, and was fairly certain that this was a joke. Nevertheless, he decided, he would be ready to go on the night of the 27th.
~*~
OK, next player. :)
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