It was a cold windy night, the streets deserted the lamps all out a young boy sat on the cobbles.The boy awoke on a cold cobbled floor he couldn’t see much but he saw an old man with a glossy white beard he mumbled “no no he can’t know about this with you know who one a rampage he just can’t know,” said the man. “But Professor we can't just leave him here out in the cold he’ll die!” the worried woman next to him cried. “Very well minerver we will bring him to the local orphanage to keep him safe. Ed arose in his short fluke bed. “Urgh” croaked Ed as he got up. He was called Ed for short, but his real name was Edward however Ed never knew his last name, so he was just “Ed”. “UP!” Screamed the owner of the orphanage she was a tall plump beady-eyed lady as she glared up at Ed “UP BOY!” She yelled as Ed slowly got out of bed. The days were all the same long, sad days of being bossed. Ed hated it he longed just to be in a house with parents and the days were filled with fun and happiness but NO he had to sit in a room with 8 other boys being bossed. It was his turn to make breakfast this was the worst thing ever. The woman called Mrs Drep the owner of the place was like Gorman Ramsey but mean to kids if you got one thing wrong then you got sent to the cellar it was scary down there, but Ed had got used to it because he had been sent down there over thirty times. It was cold dark and filled with rats but in the hour, you were down there would turn your dreams into nightmares. Luckily Ed managed to not burn anything as he plopped half of a sausage on his plate. After everyone had been served Ed ran back to his bed and started reading a book of a magical wizard who conjured up spells and rode dragons, but he had swiftly had to hide it because Mrs Drep hurried in the room she started shouting “RIGHT YOU LOT SHUT UP AND GET TO YOUR JOBS! NOW!” They were now attending their daily jobs as Ed sluggishly walked past the door as the post just came. All post for children was ripped up and chucked in the fire not as Ed cared all that much because he never got a single letter not even one. As Ed began to clean the pots, plates and pans he heard Mrs Drep roared “ED GET OVER HERE NOW!” Ed hurried over swiftly “BOY WHO SENT YOU THIS LETTER?!” she boomed. Ed stood there puzzled he never got mail so who was this from? “I-I don’t know miss I-I” but Eds wimpier were swiftly interrupted “NONSENSE BOY THIS LETTER IS FOR THE FIRE” yelled Mrs Drep “AND GO TO THE CELLAR FOR LYING, NOW!” It was a long, cold night Ed hardly slept he wondered who had sent him that letter and what was inside, but he thought he would never know. Or so he thought. The next day the very same letter glided through the door “WHAT ARE THESE LETTERS BOY!” Yelled Mrs Drep “NO MORE LETTERS EVER AND YOU BOY BETTER HOPE NO MORE LETTERS COME!” Ed sat there on his bed suddenly an owl perched on the windowsill but what was it doing here then came another and another until the whole place was covered with them “WHAT IS THIS MADNESS AND WHAT ARE BLOODY BIRDS DOIN HERE?! Suddenly billions of letters came rushing through the chimney as a man twice the size of Mrs Drep broke down the door “WHO ARE YOU” she yelled. “I am Rubinus Hagrid keeper o keys at Hogwarts. Now which one o you be Ed?” “I-I’m Ed” ed stuttered. “Well, we best be levin before I tell ye anymore. “HE WILL NOT BE GOING ANYWHERE” Mrs Drep screamed “o yes, he will he’ll be goin to Hogwarts and that is final as Hagrid rushed out of the orphanage with Ed by his side.
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