Tears formed in their eyes, their parents had not come home that night. Where were they? Where could they be?
Eva and Max sat by the door, day and night, waiting for their parents to come home. Why did this happen to these poor, innocent children? No one knows, all they know is it shouldn’t have. The doorbell rang! Eva’s ocean blue shimmering eyes looked at Max in a confused way as they had no family near them they all lived far, far away so who was at the door at this time in the morning? The stairs creaked then a shadow appeared out of the darkness… Eva and Max hid in the nearest closet. Foot steps got closer and closer to the room they were in, then they stopped and the glistening sun light shone through the crack in the doors. Their hearts stopped. Silence broke the air. The closet door opened up into a different room, in a different house where were they? Eva and Max looked at each other then hesitatingly walked out of the dark, cold closet. They both recognised the room but where from? Then it hit them it was not a different house just a different room, in fact their parents room but not what it looked like then what it looked like before they left a year ago. The stairs creaked and people were coming up saying there names; it was none other then Eva’s and Max’s parents. Their mum walked in swaying her long brown hair ,like she used to, then their dad walked in with the same blue top on that they last saw him in, then they realised that they travelled back in time… …They had travelled to before their parents left, there was one thing they could do to get their life’s back to the way it was before their parents left. Eva tried to talk to their parents. They didn’t reply. That’s when Max realised that their parents could not hear them as they came from well the future, then two children who looked a lot like them came out of the same closet they were just in, Eva and Max knew not to look at them as in all the books they had read said if you look at your self in the future or past you will vanish for ever, That’s who there parents must have been talking to. ’Eva, when mother and father go we need to follow them to find out what happened. You with me?’ Max said. ‘But I don’t think we can do it even if we are together, its just to dangerous. What if something happens to us? Then we get no future ether.’ Eva said in a bold tone. Max looked at the ground thinking of what could happen, maybe Eva was right they should not go they should just go back to 2009. Max knew that they had to like their parents would say he was the oldest he decides Eva never found that fair but that’s what her parents would say so she would do it. The moon light shone through the bedroom window. Their parents came into the bedroom to them it felt like déjà vu as it had already happened to them in 2008. Their parents left the room. As Eva and Max got up to leave Someone said ‘You two can do this you can change the future!’ but who, no one could see them, was it in there heads or not? ‘Did you hear that Eva?’ stuttered Max ‘U..u..umm, well yes but I thought I was the only one who could hear that! Murmured Eva ‘Does this mean we are not alone here?’ The room fell silent, then the front door opened THERE PARENTS WERE ABOUT TO LEAVE! They rushed to the door but their parents were already out of it and in the car they almost lost hope that they could change the future then the same voice came back and told them they could do it so they ran and ran and ran as fast as they could to the end of the drive way, luckily there parents had to stop, to wait for cars to pass, Eva and Max jumped into the boot of the car! They were exhausted… now they just had to wait to see where they were going! ‘Max where are we? ’whispered Eva ‘First of all you don’t need to whisper! And I don’t know I think we are in the town.’ Said Max They came to a halt… the car had broken down! This had to be how it started right. Well that’s not exactly how. Running and stumbling they hurried down the road to see where there parents were then all of a sudden their parents turned into the car shop then disappeared out of thin air. Two kids, who looked the same, sat their watching them look in to the shop then they started mocking them for their outfits as they were different from everyone else’s then a small girl with short blond hair went up to the boys and said stop making fun of them or I’m telling mum. They were obviously siblings. Two people came out of the shop… it was their parents well that’s not how they disappeared but as soon as they stepped out of the shop a car came right at them. Their parents were about to be HIT! ‘STOP!’ Eva and Max yelled The car barely stopped! Everyone fell silent. Does this mean Eva and Max just saved their parents life, does this mean they can finally speak to their parents after a year. They all went back home where joy can fill the air again. After they got into their parents room the closet door was open like it was calling them back to 2009. They stepped slowly into the cold, dark closet then the doors slammed shut and they both got the weird feeling that they felt when they travelled back in time then it came across them, why did their parents have the time machine in their closet in the first place? And were they time travellers? The weird feeling stopped then their parents opened the doors and asked why were they in there. They had saved their parents lives and now they could enjoy a happy life together like they wanted. By Amy W
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Friday was at home. It was 10pm, Friday couldn’t sleep, his parents were ranting about overdue bills, from what Friday could infer. Once he drifted off to sleep, he had a vision. He had for five days now with inhuman figures at the epicentre of destruction.
He then awoke at 10.50pm and sat on his bed with the light on. Then the clock on his wall stopped, and started spinning backwards, the face of the clock hazed and the familiar falling feeling reoccurred. Then, standing over him was the same neglected face. ‘Whatever it is, I don’t want to help, find someone else’ Friday said boldly ‘OK then’ it said calmly ‘but I’ll take your place in your dimension’ ‘This is Xena, she will accompany you child’ ‘Here to help’ Xena said excitedly So, they set off over the mountains, across streams and covered a vast distance’ ‘Look there in the distance, the shrine’ Friday said, peering through a telescope ‘must be 10km away’. Glowing in a violent shade of red, a domed granite structure with a grand door of solid oak with a brass dragon head handle. Slowly but surely, they made for the shrine. Inching ever closer it came fully into view. It was …. huge. Two hundred feet high and five hundred feet wide. The approached the vast oak door that was 100 feet tall. Out of a drainage ditch beside the door leaped a large reptilian creature with a diamond tipped spear, the steel body of which was littered with rust. It spoke. ‘I am Colonel White, Guardian of the Woo Hoo Kata Shrine and who are you, may I ask?’ I’m your worst nightmare’ shouted Xena, fists held high and flailing. ‘Is that right little girl?’ it said, picking up a kicking Xena by the collar of her shirt and dropping her like a stone in water. “We need to get in the shrine. But how?” said Friday practically tearing the hair off his domed head in frustration. Xena gave him an awkward look and shuffled away slowly. So, they devised a plan to sneak in to the shrine. Xena ran around screaming whilst Friday dragged open the door and whispered “we’re in”. Then a shower of fear enveloped Friday and Xena, it was enormous, a born hungry, civilisation destroying, planet munching spider. “Hope you don’t have a silk allergy kid, cos that’s a lot of silk”, Xena said “why do you?”, whispered Friday to a sniffling Xena. As the spider leant forward bearing its fangs dripping venom upon the marble floor. Its jet black legs encroaching on Friday and Xena. Then it struck Friday’s mind like a bolt of lightening he ran as fast as he could back to the entrance where he picked up a flaming torch and shouted at the spider “Oi fur ball, over here” Xena caught wind of the plan , grabbed some silk and ran around the giant elephant sized creature tying up the legs. The faster Xena ran the more silk web the spider produced cocooning it in a sticky silken parcel. Friday ran forward setting fire to the silk. The cocoon erupted into a violent mass of flame. The portal that the giant spider is guarding is Friday’s escape route back home. Xena tells Friday to go, knowing they will meet again. Then the next door opened and there was a flash and Friday was back in his room, his mother screaming as she watched her son reappear after vaporising 3 minutes previously. By Joe It was at Privet drive, number four, where harry potter sat, under the stairs. The cruel Dursley parents were really excited because Dudley - there son – was turning 12 that very day. Dudley was really spoilt as he had 47 gifts when he turned 10. His father – Vernon Dudley – was a very large man with a moustache that covered the space between his nose and mouth. He was very harsh towards Harry and never let him do what he wanted. Harry was like a servant to Vernon, he had to stay with them as his parents - Lily Potter and James Potter - got killed by Voldemort. Vernon told Harry that his mother and father died in a car accident because he knew that they were wizards and Vernon knew that Harry was as well. Vernon’s wife – Petunia Dudley – was a very posh lady just like Vernon and was Lily Potter’s sister. She also knew the truth about her sister and her husband but was not quite sure that Harry was man-enough to be a wizard. Dudley was a bit big just like his father and was like a bully to Harry, he always made fun of him not having parents like his even though they were all muggles.
Dudley was about to dart through the kitchen door to greet his new presents when he realized Harry was under the stairs so he stopped in his tracks and jumped over and over again directly above Harry. Dust spewed everywhere and Dudley let out a cunning laugh, “Come on Harry were going to the zoo, hahahah!” Dudley exclaimed hoping this will ruin Harry’s day. He sprinted through the kitchen door to see only 38 presents. “WHERE IS MY 48 PRESENTS YOU PROMISED ME FATHER!” He screamed. “Th…...this I… s all we have but we can go find you some more later if you please?” Vernon said hoping his son would say yes. “NO, I WANT THEM NOW!” Dudley demanded. That’s when Harry walked in, Vernon gave him a sharp stare and pointed to the cooker. He obviously needed his breakfast before he ventured off to the shops for Dudley. It was then when they set off to the car, Vernon pulled Harry to the side. “If you mess any of this up you will suffer with all of the chores in the street!” Vernon exclaimed. Harry nodded. It took a bit long to get there as Dudley wanted to stop off at every store he saw. When they got to the ‘not so great zoo’, Dudley went straight to the reptile house. Crowds of people were going in and out and there lying in its enclosure was the snake. “Make it move.” Dudley demanded in a disappointed way. Vernon slammed on the window and shouted, “MOVE!” and so did Dudley but louder. He soon moved away from the snake to go see a bearded dragon as he thought the snake was boring and so did his parents. But harry stayed. Harry saw himself speaking to the snake and soon the snake lifted his head and winked. “Can you hear me?” Harry was a very curious man and wanted to know everything about this magical snake. The snake nodded once again. Harry obviously never spoke to a snake in his life. This was proof he was a wizard, right? “You’re from Barman aren’t you, is it nice there? Do u miss your family?” he said. The snaked looked over to the corner, it said, ‘Bred in captivity’. He was just like Harry, but a snake. He never knew his parents either. Suddenly Dudley rushed over to the snake and pushed Harry over. “MUMMY, MUMMY, look what I made the snake do!” Harry looked disgusted. Dudley’s face was all over the glass. Harry glanced at it and somehow Dudley went flying through the glass straight into the snake’s mini stream. Harry’s face turned to a smug look; Dudley got what he deserved. The snakes head arose and ascended out of his enclosure. “Thankssssssss.” The snake hissed. “Yo…ur w…elcome?” Harry said lost in his thoughts. The snake slithered away and every one sprinted in the other direction screaming snake. Dudley put his hand on the ‘disappeared glass but ended up seeing the glass straight in front of him and realized that he was trapped in the snake’s enclosure and couldn’t get out. He screamed as loud as he could and Petunia bursted into tears. Harry however was bursting into laughter, but when Vernon saw him laughing his frown turned upside down. As soon as they got home Petunia led Dudley into the kitchen with a towel covering his whole body. Vernon came storming in holding harry by the hair and shoved him straight under the pitch-black stairs and locked the door. Harry fell to the floor in disappointment. The next morning Harry was going to pick up the letters by the door when he found a letter for him. It was from Hogwarts, the school of magic. He stupidly gave it to Vernon who shredded it to pieces and put it in the bin. A rumbling sound started to occur. It was coming from the chimney. Suddenly an owl shot past the window and then a million letters came through the fire place. It wouldn’t stop. Harry caught one and sprinted to the front door but Vernon was already there to stop him. Vernon had many angry ways of dealing with things but this was the angriest Harry had ever saw him. They couldn’t stand it any longer it was flying through the door, window and fire place. They had to make a move and fast. The very next day, Harry found himself lying on the floor in a ramshackle house in the middle of the ocean right next to Dudley. Vernon and Petunia were lying up in their bed up the stairs. It was Harrys 12th birthday that day but he had no gifts, no presents, no nothing. Suddenly, a struck of lightning hit the ground and the door catapulted over. There out of the mist was a strange figure. He was a giant. His long beard covered his mouth and he had curly brown hair. Vernon came rushing down the stairs holding his shotgun with Petunia behind him. The figure was holding an umbrella and said, “sor’y abou’ tha’.” He said putting the door back in place. The figure walked over to Vernon, who was shaking in fear, and held the muzzle of the gun. He lifted his humongous arm and the gun was bent. Vernon gasped in shock “YOU ARE BREAKING AN ENTRY!” “Draw up Dursley yeh great prune.” The giant exclaimed. He started to speak to ‘Harry’ but ended up speaking to Dudley. He said he hasn’t seen him in ages. Dudley revealed his true identity to the giant and so did Harry. The giant reached for his gigantic, furry like pockets and pulled out a box, and inside the box was a cake that said ‘happy birthday Harry’. He reached again into his pockets and pulled out a letter. The same letter as the others. It was still from Hogwarts. “What is Hogwarts may I ask?” Harry questioned “and who exactly are you?” he added. “My name is Hagrid, I work fe’ hogwar’s. Hogwar’s is a place of magi’ and is apar’ of the wizardin’ world, and guess what ‘arry, yor a wizar’!” he explained hoping for a good answer. “no…. you must have the wrong guy… me, a wizard, I’m just Harry, just Harry.” Harry answered “I hate to break it to yeh just Harry but you are a wizar’.” He said. “have you heard about your mum and dad, wha’ amazing wizards they were, I really miss them, I really do.” Harry slowly turned to Vernon and Petunia who looked really guilty. “Yeh should really read that letter Harry.” Hagrid exclaimed. Dear Mr Potter, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and wizardry. Students shall be required to report to the chamber of reception upon arrival, the dates for which shall be July advised. Kind regards professor McGonagall Deputy headmaster. Hagrid held out his hand, “so are yeh coming or not?” Harry grabbed his arm as if he was a magnet and they set of on his flying motorbike to London were there first destination would great them. All Harry could hear was the sounds of chattering and laughing in the centre of London. Harry also found on the letter that they needed to have an owl, rat, cat or a toad. He also needed a cauldron for some odd reason. Harry didn’t think he could find a magical place with all those things in London, until Hagrid led him to some sort of pub called The Leaky Cauldron. There was a lot of strange people in there including elderly people who were way older than 100. This man with a bandana over the back of his head walked up to them. He seemed to have a stutter and was a bit shy. He introduced himself saying he was called Quirrell and he was the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts. Hagrid soon led harry to a door that said, ‘come back soon for great magic’, Harry was focused on the message until Hagrid pulled out his ... umbrella and started tapping the wall in some sort of pattern. Suddenly, the bricks started to move! Harrys eyes widened in shock. Never in his life did he think he’d see something like this. They twizzled and twisted as a massive archway surfaced. A bright light shone in Harry’s eyes, and there was…. Diagon Alley. Harry found himself walking and getting faster and faster into a fast walk. It was like a new and improved London. Harry spotted so many shops like – wand shops, book shops, broom shops, and so much more: diagon alley had them all. He wished he had 8 eyes. Crowds of people were rushing past and owls swooped above them. Harrys mouth dropped as Hagrid led him passed a crowd of children, “WOW, look at this, the newest broom, the Nimbus 2000! It’s the fastest model yet!” one of the children exclaimed as the other children gasped in excitement. “But Hagrid, how am I to pay for all this, I haven’t any money? “Harry questioned. Hagrid said nothing he just pointed to a snow-white building that towered over the others. It was called Gringotts bank. As Harry entered the building, he noticed some very posh music playing and people walking in and out with bags and bags of money. They didn’t look like pounds and pennies, that was because they weren’t pounds and pennies. They were called Galleons, sickles and knuts. As Harry was walking in between the isle of desks he also noticed GOBLINS were sitting on them doing paper work. Harry went to seeing nothing but cruelty at the Dursley house to seeing everything that he thought wasn’t real in the wizarding world. Harry was so glad that Hagrid had freed him from that prison. They were getting closer and closer to the front desk and Harry was even more worried than he was before as he had never seen a goblin before especially this one. He had warts all over his face and his pointy ears were like elf ears. His beady eyes darted at Harry. They focused on Harrys scar on his forehead – the scar that Voldemort gave him the day he killed Harrys parents. Hagrid was searching his pockets for a key, a key to Harrys vault. He soon pulled out an ancient key that was like 1000 years old. The goblin backed away and opened a gate. Hagrid followed and so did Harry. The goblin led them to some sort of cart that was on a train track. He shouted “713” and the cart lit up and dashed up the track. They stopped. The goblin exited the cart. He walked over to a vault and said “this is it, Harry Potters vault.” He grabbed the key and put it in his pocket. Oddly, he put his hand at the vault door and the door started to move. Silver flares escaped out of the room. There lying in the pitch-black vault was 1,000,000 gold coins. Harrys heart raised and was full of exultation. He beamed at Hagrid and knew that this was the start of his wizarding journey. While exiting Gringotts, Harry looked at the list one more time. He now needed a wand from Divas. Harry thought a lot about this on his journey. ‘How do I know when I’ve found the right wand?’ Harry wondered while Hagrid was busy buying a cauldron for Harry. “this is the one ‘arry” Hagrid assumed, wafting smoke from his hefty eyes. Harry didn’t answer he just stared at him and sniggered. As they made their way to the wand shop, there were people shouting and screaming from an alley in between two shops. One was dressed in full black and had long black hair and seemed to be pointing a wand at someone’s neck. Suddenly a figure also dressed in black walked out of the shadows with some sort of creature/ baby in their arms. Hagrid suddenly dragged Harry to the side and said, “Be careful Harry, yeh no who’s over there.” Harry looked confused, until the figure shouted, “ever since I killed Lily Potter and James Potter, I have been victorious. No-one can defeat me!” Harry was furious, Voldemort was right there, but Harry couldn’t do anything about it. “Avada Kadarvra” a body flew past Harrys head and the two sprinted in the other direction. “HARRY POTTER!” Voldemort was coming after them. Green sparks lit up beside Harry they were firing at them. Hagrid jumped on to his flying bike and held out a hand for Harry and flew up. No-one was to be seen, just the two and the clouds. It was about 6 minutes before Hagrid had landed. Harry still needed to buy a wand. How though, Hogwarts opens the next day. That’s when Hagrid saw a massive sign in the distance saying ‘Come get your wands, remember, the wand chooses the wizard.’ Next to the sign was a shop called Olivanders with an elderly man next the door. Hagrid suddenly aimed his bike towards it and darted to the entrance. Harry walked through the deserted hallway to find an infinity or more shelfs full of boxes with wands in them. His face lit up with amazement as the elderly man sauntered over to him. “Harry Potter, what a pleasure to finally meet you again, me and your parents were such good friends, oh and I’m Olivanders, the owner of this shop.” He held a hand for Harry to shake. He had snow-white hair and wrinkles all over his face, his purple suit was like clown suit and he stood still and stiff like Harry was his enemy. He seemed to be looking at his scar like everyone else does. “Anyway,” he said while walking over to some boxes on his desk, “Try this wand, it may be the one.” He exclaimed holding out a box saying, ’12-inch wand for good use only.’ Harry unwrapped the box and held the wand. Gold flares shot from the sides and Olivanders quickly snatched it of him. He put it back in its place and got a new one but from a different shelf. This one was blue and was already shacking. Harry opened it and as soon as it was in his grasp, it shot flames across the wall. Once again Olivanders snatched it of him and put it on his desk. The next one he tried was like a gold colour but had no message, Harry wasn’t sure about this one until he opened it. A white light emerged as soon as Harry opened it. Olivanders face lit up with happiness, and he started to clap. “Well it looks like Harry Potter has found the perfect wand.” Olivanders applauded even more and led them both out the door. All Harry needed now was an Owl from, Eelops Owl Emporium. Hypothesis:
When the temperature of a liquid is increased the viscosity of the liquid decreases? Method: 1. First we printed out a piece of paper with two identical sets of concentric circles and put them in a plastic wallet. 2. Then we got two identical 7ml sachets of tomato ketchup, one at fridge temperature, and one that we put in a mug of hot water for five minutes. 3. After that we squeezed out the sauces in the middle of the circles. We did this at the exactly the same time, in the same way. 4. We took a photo as soon as we had squeezed out the sauces, then we took another photo every 2 minutes until there was no more movement. Variables: 1. Quantity. We used pre-packed sachets so this was the same. 2. Surface. We kept this the same by using the same surface for both sauces. 3. Heat. This was the variable we changed. 4. Time. We kept this the same by pouring the sauces at exactly the same time and photographing them together. 5. Application. We cut the tops completely off the sachets and pour them in the same area at the same speed. Results: The hotter liquid immediately spread over a slightly larger area than the cooler liquid. It then continued to spread a little more over the next few minutes. The hotter sauce also looked smoother than the colder sauce. Conclusion: The hotter the liquid the lower the viscosity. by Lucas Taping on the desk,
Talking to her curvy bone; Can I have a treat? Pushing her chair back, Standing up straight, could it be; A delicious treat? She clutches her chest, Gone floppy, straight to the ground; Maybe not a treat. I stand next to her, My sloppy tongue licks her face; A game? Not a treat. She's laying there, still, What a boring game this is; No movement no treat. Knock-knock, WOOF WOOF WOOF, The door opens, the Postman; Does he have a treat? I give a big woof, I smile with all of my teeth; Do you have a treat? He's running away, He's playing a game of...CHASE! I'm getting that treat. He's into the house, I caught him, now where is it? Hey! I earned my treat. On his curvy bone, Three beeps then he starts to chat; I won't get a treat. I'm hearing loud sounds, I'm seeing blue flashing lights; No treat, no nothing. They are in the house, More and more people come through; I just want a treat. They take her away... Many moons have passed, From that mad and treat-less day; Now I have treats, but... I miss my owner, I miss my home I miss my bed; No owner no home. Someone's at the door, I really don't care that much; Even if it's treats. They are walking in, I hope they don't notice me; I hate th- My owner, it's my owner!I love you, I love you, I love you, and you've got a yummy bone for me. Woof woof woof By Lucas There stood the dark, gnarled oak trees of the Forbidden Forest, gloomy shadows towered over them. Pitch black sheets of black floated in the air and grey flecks soared above it. But the biggest and baldest of them all… was Hogwarts - the school of magic! Werewolves, unicorns, dementors and the name that cannot be said, lured in between the trees. Hogwarts surroundings were all dangerous, especially the derelict Forbidden Forest. But there in the Gryffindor common room – at Hogwarts – was Harry Potter. After his triumph against Voldemort he has been known as the most influential human being in the universe. The elder wand remains in the abyss: since Harry snapped it in half knowing it was too powerful for him and anyone alive, including Voldemort.
Harry knew that it was his last year at Hogwarts and wanted to surprise Hagrid with a gift for all the effort he put into helping harry through his journey. He was thinking of getting him a new dragon - like Norbert – but he didn’t know where to find them. Harry was lost in his thoughts until the sounds of petrified unicorns came from the misty, dark forbidden forest. The smell of blood harassed his nostrils and his spine tingled, whatever scared the unicorns: was close Harry knew it. White dots surfaced around him. They were moving closer and closer by the minute. 20 metres. 15 metres. 5 metres. The dots came to a halt. Harry could just picture a very mysterious figure in black. “Harrrrrrryyyyyyy” the figure whispered. Harry recognised that voice. It was Dumbledore! He was different though. A big bandana, covered the back of his head and he wore one grey glove – on his left hand. On his right however, was a 12-inch wand and it looked very powerful. Dumbledore seemed to be looking in Harrys pockets. He couldn’t take his eyes of his pocket. Harry noticed something. His pocket was glowing. There lying in the flesh, was the elder wand. Suddenly…. “Petrificus Totalum!” Harrys body went rigid, his eyes widened, and he dropped to the floor like a tree. Dumbledore started to move closer. He put a letter down next to Harry, and walked of in the mist. Harry awoke. The letter still lay next to him. No-one was around, just him and the dead unicorns. A silvery pool of blood oozed down the trees. All that could be heard was the rustling of the leaves, the trees swaying and the birds singing. Harry could hear something getting louder and louder. He turned around. There running towards Harry was Hermione and Ron. They took him straight back to the Gryffindor common room and sat him down. They looked at the letter Dumbledore gave him. It wasn’t a letter. It was a to-do list. It said: 1. Find the Gryffindor sword 2. Bring me a haucrust 3. Fix the elder wand 4. Give me your invisible cloak 5. Bring me professor McGonagall 6. Bring me Hogwarts Do these tasks or your friend Hagrid will suffer. And below was a picture of Hagrid with ropes around his head. Most of the things on the list were literally impossible. Harry thought he had lost Hagrid forever until Hermione found a letter on the fire place. It was from Griphook! Dear Harry, Ron and Hermione, You’re probably wondering where the Gryffindor sword is, well I cannot tell you that, but I can say my body lies within it. Find me and the sword before Voldemort does. Griphook. Their faces were full of amazement. Voldemort was alive! The news spread around Hogwarts until McGonagall heard. They had a school assembly and they were told not to leave the premises or harm anything nearby, or else Voldemort will know. Suddenly, harry dropped to the floor. Everyone gasped in shock. “Harrrrryyyyyyy” a voice whispered. Then a girl nearby started screaming, then another, then another. The voice got louder. “Bring me Harry Potter and I will leave Hogwarts untouched.” It was a scam, harry knew it.” Hermione look up!” harry exclaimed. Two dark shadows leaped from wall to wall and smashed straight through the stained windows, and landed straight in front of Hermione and Ron. Before they knew it, Hermione and Ron were gone. “everybody, get back to the common rooms, NOW!” Professor McGonagall shouted. And so, they did, pushing and shoving, every single pupil scattered to their common rooms except one, and of course, it was Harry. He sat stationary hoping this was a dream until his scar started to traumatise him. He could see someone look down at him. It had a bald head with purple veins covering it. Its droopy eyes glistened in the moonlight and its nostrils were like lines. It was Voldemort!!! His malefic laugh echoed around the deserted hall. Suddenly they vanished into thin air. Ron and Hermione were kidnapped!!! With the whole Hogwarts hall destroyed and Voldemort returning, Hogwarts would have been no-more. CRASH! BANG! WOLLOP! Something fell behind Harry, there, half visible was four things: the invisible cloak, a haucrust the Gryffindor sword, and the elder wand…...FIXED. ‘Who sent me this’ Harry thought. “Yeh alrigh’ ‘arry.” Hagrid appeared behind Harry and his day just got a whole lot better. “How did you get away?” Harry said staring at his neck and falling into an awkward silence. “Well, yeh see, Dumbledore is alive.” Hagrid exclaimed not knowing he already knew. Suddenly, “Avada kadarvra.” They both dropped to the floor like a feather. Harry felt himself being rolled over. There helping him up was Dumbledore and Hagrid. Harry looked beside him. Voldemort was dead, once again!!! He could hear someone speaking, but it wasn’t Dumbledore or Hagrid. It sounded like Snape. Dumbledore turned 180 degrees. The back of his head was moving and before Harry knew it, Dumbledore had taken off his bandana. Stuck on the back of Dumbledores head, was Professor Snape – half dead Once, far away in the twisted valleys of Switzerland sat a small ramshackle village. This village wasn’t thriving, in fact it was far from it. Ludwig, the villages most elderly resident, wanted change. He desired to be cured from his numerous illnesses. He wanted better for him and his fellow villagers.
Ludwig was a 67-year-old man. He had been a resident of the village for longer than he or anyone else could recall. He could distantly remember when the village was sprouting with life. When all the other villages would buy in their produce. That was all until one summer, years ago. There was a fire. A bad fire. Their baker Sylvan accidently left the fire burning. A cinder blew from the fire, setting the thatched roof ablaze. The fire spread like a river bursting its banks, almost everything was lost; Countless people in the village died, including Sylvan. Ever since that fateful night, the village had been battling to regain the other villages’ trust, battling for wealth. At last Ludwig was as determined as ever for change. He was sick to death of relying on their deteriorating inventory of supplies. He was tired of enduring life with the pain that his illnesses brought upon him. He was leaving, leaving to find life’s true potential. The morning awoke, Ludwig slowly rose from his creaky, barely standing bed in his rickety wooden lean-to. That morning was different too, everyone was talking about something, something that Ludwig couldn’t understand, it was like everyone was against him. That afternoon, Ludwig gathered all the people of the village into the large communal hall to confess his plan. Ludwig’s plan was that he set off from the village to walk all the way to Freiburg in order to be cured for his illnesses in a hospital. Then, he will attempt to steal some crops or seeds from an unknowing farmer so they could live for a while longer, free from all the starvation that is upon them currently. He would carve axes, chop trees down and construct more advanced buildings, fulfilling the village’s needs. During the rest of that day, and days following, people kept on coming up to him, suggesting that they should go or telling him that he wouldn’t make it, he wasn’t strong enough or that they didn’t want him to leave. All this just made Ludwig fuming, it made him more determined, more ready than ever to show he is more able than they think. Not just a weak old man. That night Ludwig just lay there thinking, not sleeping, thinking. He had thoughts, thoughts that maybe, just maybe the other villagers were right. Maybe he had just passed his use by date, maybe he was just that weak, old man people saw when they first looked at him. Unable to sleep, Ludwig clambered out of bed, he rummaged in his cupboard and managed to pull out this dusty, old canvas backpack that he faintly remembered using when he was a boy, going camping in the mountains with his dad. He stuffed all the necessary items into the backpack: his share of the limited supplies, his clothes, the small portion of water and his map. He could hear people beginning to rise from their beds, his heart racing, he stuffed the bag away from sight and left later that day. Ludwig trudged through the dense, deep forest, he hadn’t gone far and already he was regretting his decision, he continued to ask himself whether the other people in the village were smarter than him, maybe they predicted the future. The forest path was deserted, twisted and knobbly. The path was so wet and muddy that if he were to stop, he would immediately begin to sink into the deep earth. Ludwig sat down in the middle of yet another plain grass field, he had cleared from the forest ages ago. Over the horizon, he saw something, it took him a while to work out what it was. It was a rickety old wagon being pushed along by an elderly woman. The wagon was creaking and painted olive green with a red sign painted across the front, it read ‘Sandra’s scrumptious food.’ “Hello! You look hungry, may I help you,” exclaimed the woman, who Ludwig expected to be called Sandra. “Well I would ask for some food, but I have no money, nothing at all,” cried Ludwig disappointedly. “As I enjoy helping people and seeing them happier, take this” said Sandra, bending down, giving Ludwig a parcel wrapped in brown paper. The old woman walked away, her wagon rattling like her bones. After his feast, Ludwig sauntered through the fields, he sees a small brick house. Outside the building sat a young man, as Ludwig walked past, the man suggested that he camp out in the woodland and he will prepare him a survival box. Stupidly, Ludwig accepted his offer wanting a safe place to stay so he set up camp in the small patch of woodland. Late that night, the strange man slowly crept towards where Ludwig lay, he snatched the bag and all Ludwig’s other belongings, leaving him with only the clothes on his back. He and his friend disappeared silently like smoke up a chimney. Ludwig slowly arose the next morning, shocked to realise that someone who had appeared to be a kind young man was just a criminal. It was all a hoax! For the rest of that day, Ludwig was miserable, just miserable. He couldn’t believe that he had fallen for such a stupid trick. But he wouldn’t let this ruin his day or let this be the reason he failed. He kept determined and carried on down the long gravel road. Then something puzzled him, a shiny, varnished horse and carriage pulled in before him. A man stepped out, he was wearing a neat shirt and tie and towered over Ludwig, his broad shoulders shadowing him. “Hello,” the man boomed, “do you want a ride, where are you going?” “Well that is very kind of you,” Ludwig whimpered, “I’m off to Freiburg.” “Very well then, hop in.” the man boomed. “by the way, my name is Albert.” Ludwig followed the burly man into his carriage and they set off towards Freiburg TBC by Lewie Heron Neville craned his neck above the swarms of bustling people, squinting at his list with effort.
“Lost again,” he muttered to his toad. “why does it always happen to us, Trevor? Trevor?” His mouth opened into a small, round ‘O’. His hands were empty, and a lumpy little figure was hopping under the feet of the horde. The poor boy wailed in horror: he could not believe his bad luck. Red-faced and panting, he pushed his way through throngs of grumbling witches and wizards, stumbling over the uneven cobbles and colliding with signs. Finally, after a chaotic journey, he reached the mouth of a dark, winding alley with a narrow path snaking through the middle. Nervously, Neville threw a glance behind his shoulder. The crowd had thinned significantly. With a gulp and a deep breath, he proceeded cautiously into the darkness. Buildings with ramshackle walls and peeling paint loomed above him menacingly. With a start, Neville felt a clawed, spidery hand grasp his shoulder. He whimpered. A tall, lean woman with a hooked, wart-sprinkled nose was leering a crooked smile at him. “Are you lost, dear?” He struggled away from her grip, heart thumping hard. As soon as he had escaped, he encountered a hunchbacked wizard with a gold tooth and an eyepatch. He staggered towards the quivering Neville, hands outstretched and bearing a scarred, misshapen grin. Neville’s stomach lurched and he yelped in terror. In sheer panic, he pushed open the nearest shop door and slammed it behind him, gasping with relief. Neville, who was still recovering from his shock, tottered forwards exhaustedly. To his horror, he found himself walking straight into a colossal figure. There was no time to scream – he was lifted clean off his feet by an enormous, hairy hand. Huge, beetle-black eyes, consumed in a wild tangle of beard, were staring into his. Neville stuttered a shaky apology, but the giant was plunging his hand into the pockets of his coat… what deadly instruments was he about to pull out…? Croak! Neville gaped, stunned, at what the giant drew out. There, in the immense palms of his hands was Trevor. “Trevor!” he cried, grabbing the toad and clutching it to his chest. “So it is yer’s then,” the giant said. Neville could see that the big, black eyes were crinkled into a smile. “I’m Rubeus Hagrid. Groundskeeper at Hogwarts School o’ Witchcraft and Wizardry. Pleased teh meet yeh!” Neville gaped in awe at Hagrid, eyes popping, and stammered: “I- I’m… Neville. Neville Longbottom…” Hagrid beamed warmly; Neville sensed that he was in safe hands once more. “Well then Neville, I think it’s time t’at yeh and yer toad came back to Diagon Alley, don’ yeh?” Neville nodded and grinned thankfully. Then, with a new-found confidence, he and Hagrid exited the shadowy alleyway and back into the hum and buzz of Diagon Alley. By Dora Sykes, based on J.K Rowling’s ‘Harry Potter’. Neville stood in the broad daylight squinting at the rose-gold sun. Beneath him was the long twisty cobble street stretching to the horizon. He tried to become accustomed to the beautiful scenery but the problem was that he was lost and desperately needed a new wand - so far he had ticked everything on his list:
After a long and painful hike, Neville was beginning to think he had made a terrible mistake…. Once again Neville was lost in this relentless cycle of confusion. Nothing were to help him this time he was sure. He looked around. He had, had a nightmares about this. Nothing was going back to normal after this. Neville was in Nocturn Alley……… Darkness, darkness and darkness. An isolated street stood before Neville; only one shop left in existence. From his podgy hands, Trever took a leap of faith towards the shop (Borgin and Burkes)! “NOOOOOOOOO! COME BACK TREVER. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITHOU` YOU?sx” Hollered Neville, chasing after him as quickly as he can. He searched and searched but despite his effort Trever was nowhere to be found! Then out of the corner of his eye he saw a glimpse of his slimy green skin being snatched into the network of cobwebs in the corner of the room. Neville went to take a closer look but wished he hadn’t as a thunderous boom echoed throughout the building. “COME BA` `ERE!” Bellowed the toad snatcher,”YEH FORGO` YEH………” Neville didn’t hear the end of that sentence as he was too busy running for the sake of his life! Neville sprinted to the dark depths of the unknown; frantically spinning round as he went. The mysterious toad snatcher was nowhere to be seen! Neville`s head span. The paranoia of him still being there was killing him! Suddenly, he could feel the dark magic of evil wizards and witches surrounding him! In despair and desperation he cried out, “Why does it always `ave to be me!” Once more he darted through the darkness but this time Neville wasn’t so lucky. With one swish of their wands Neville was certain he was a goner! They chanted some more and then silence had greeted him again…….. Neville was dead. At least that’s what he thought…….. “WAKE UP WILL YEH! Yeh hot chocolate `as gone `old!” Bellowed the figure shoving one of his chubby fingers in his ear. Neville could see the tiniest of light shimmering and glimmering in his cosy home. “What happened?” Stammered Neville with a look of relief on his face, “Am I in heaven?” “No silly, yer alive. Just in a bit of shock t`ats all!” Replied the figure. “Where’s Trever and who are you?” “I am Rubeus Hagrid. Keeper of the keys at Hogwarts!” Announced Hagrid triumphantly, “Is this yer little Trever? Yeh see I just wanted to pet `im back at Borgin and Burkes, the little feller called out to meh!” Neville seemed relieved to get Trever back like the world was perfect once again! “Well then I better be off! Be careful, I won`t always be around to save the day!” And with that Hagrid flew into the elegant horizon, humming a tune as he went. By Olivia based on J.K Rowling’s Harry Potter |