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Harry Potter and the Poyton

By Sunmin, age 12, 7th grade, Snoqualmie, King County, WA, USA

"Wake up boys," Mrs. Weasley said in a tired voice to Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. They yawned and stretched as they slowly opened their eyes. Mrs. Weasley was standing in the doorway in her blue thick bathrobes. "Come downstairs in about 15 minutes, we're having eggs and bacon for breakfast. And you got a letter from Sirius, Harry dear." Mrs. Weasley told Harry and Ron. Sirius was Harry's godfather who was in court for attempting to kill Peter Pettigrew before Pettigrew had gone through the court. Oh yes, I forgot to introduce Harry and Ron.

Harry was not and ordinary teenager for even a wizard. He had defeated the greatest Dark Wizard known for three times. The name was Voldemart, a name most wizard was afraid to say. Voldemart was only afraid of Dumbledore, the greatest wizard in the world and also the headmaster of Hogwarts. Harry had a very untidy hair and a scar from the first attack from Dark Lord when he was only one year old. He was also skinny and extremely famous. Ron was an ordinary, pureblooded wizard. He had a flaming red hair and a freckled face. He had five brothers and one sister. Bill, the oldest, worked at the Gringott Wizard Bank; Charlie, the second oldest, worked with Dragons in Romania; Percy the Prefect was at Hogwarts for the last year (Thankfully), but he unfortunately was the Head Boy (He's very bossy); Fred and George were identical twins who didn't care about rules and joked a lot; and Ginny, the youngest of all seven children, was starting Hogwarts that year, she also thought of Harry as some kind of hero. Hermione Granger, their best friend, was a Muggle born witch. Even though she was Muggle born, she had gotten the top marks in the whole grade for the last year.

Harry was staying at Ron's house because his godfather was in court and his uncle and aunt moved to U.S. Sirius, his godfather, was in Azkaban, a wizard prison, for the last 12 years because everyone thought that he was the one who blew up a whole street and killed 16 people in one spell (it was really Pettigrew). His uncle's family was like those people who feared and hated magic, so they treated Harry very badly.

Harry opened the letter very sleepily. Knowing that Ron wanted to hear the answer too, he read it aloud.

Harry,

The Judge says that I have to stay in Azkaban for half a year for not being au auror when I was about to kill Pettigrew. Don't worry about me; half a year is nothing compared to 12 years. Hope you're doing all right. Say hello to Ron and Hermione for me, also apologize to Mrs. Weasley for scaring the daylight out of her when I transformed into a dog for me. Don't forget to keep in touch. See you next year at King's Cross Station at Platform nine and three quarters.

Sirius

"Poor Sirius, he has to stay in Azkaban for half a year." Ron fully awake now said. On the window, Hedwig, Harry's owl, was tapping on the window. There were two big envelopes tied to her legs. Harry reluctantly got up and opened the window. Harry felt the cold morning air rushed in as Hedwig flew in and sat on the warm beg, holding her tied leg out. Harry untied the strings attached to the envelope and said,

"It's the supply list for next year," Harry tossed one of the envelopes to Ron. "Here is yours." Ron opened the envelope excitedly and read silently through the list. Harry tore the envelope too and looked at the long list.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

UNIFORM

Harry pulled out three pages of a list.

"What? These aren't in alphabetical orders?" Harry wondered. "How am I supposed to know if anything's allowed or not? I'm not going to read all this!"

"Oh well, it's Filch's fault if nobody bothers to read it." Ron replied. "We should go downstairs soon, you know." So they went downstairs.

"Good morning, boys. Sit down on those chairs by Ginny, and here's some bacon. Fred, don't hide the eggs. George, stop leaning back on the chair." Mrs. Weasley said. Harry and Ron sat down on the old chair.

"AARRRRGHHHH!" Ron yelled as he quickly jumped up as if he just sat on burning hot coals. He went around the room, clutching his bottom. Harry looked at the seat. There was nothing on it. He felt it over, suddenly, he felt a spike coming from right side of the seat. Even though he couldn't see it, he picked it up and felt some more.

"Look, I mean, feel. It's like an invisible spike." Harry said, holding up the spike. Then he noticed Ron glaring at Fred and George. They were laughing silently so hard that they had to gasp before rolling on the floor, holding their belly buttons as if they were about to fall right off.

"Fred, George, that's not funny. You could've seriously hurt him." Mrs. Weasley scolded.

Diagon Alley was a wizard shopping center. You would have press a certain brick to go in. Jo had never been there.

Soon they were there. Standing by the brick wall was Harry and Ron. "Hermione!" Harry yelled, "We are sure glad to see you again!" Ron and Harry ran over to her and grinned. Then they greeted Jo warmly. Hermione and Mrs. Granger decided to meet at the brick wall at 8:00.

Harry looked around to make sure there weren't any Muggles watching and tapped the third brick from the second row with his wand. Suddenly, the wall became to tremble. A small hole only big enough for them appeared in the solid brick wall. They stepped through and faced the busy place. They looked around and saw the familiar shops.

"Hey, Dean, what are you looking at?" Ron shouted at the brown haired boy who was in Gryffinder. He and Seamus Finnigan were practically flattening their noses against the window of a store called The Home of Javey Quidditch, the Inventor of Quidditch. Harry and Ron ran over and saw a shiny broomstick floating in the air.

Harry was expert at Quidditch, a popular wizard game that you play on a broom. He is in the Gryffinder House team. There are four balls. One is a big, red ball that is size of a basketball called the Quaffle. There are three chasers who throw the Quaffle through a hoop. The team gets ten points. The Keeper is like a goalie. He protects the hoop. There are two smaller black balls called Bludgers that try to knock people down off their brooms. There are two Beaters who have a bat to hit the Bludger and try to knock the other team's player down. The most important ball of all is the Snitch. It is very small and hard to see and catch because they are very fast and has little silver wings to fly away. It is the Seeker's job to catch the Snitch, which is Harry. The Seeker earns 150 extra points if it is caught. Also, the Seeker has to catch the Snitch to finish the game.

"Look, it's the Black Lightning; the newest and the best broomstick in the world. It goes faster than the speed of sound, has an auto built in brake, bit of Dumbledore's old wand when it got broken, and an ability to think." Dean Thomas answered. "Guess who designed it?"

"Who, Professor McGonagall?" Ron suggested.

"Yes," Seamus exaggerated. "Come on, seriously."

"Mmm... Javey Quidditch himself?"

"No!"

"Who? I give up." Harry said.

"Oliver Wood!" Seamus and Dean chorused.

"What?!" Harry and Ron said. Oliver Wood was a seventh year Hogwart student, also, the Captain and Keeper of the Gryffinder House Quidditch Team.

"He was writing all these letter to Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic to convince them to let his broomstick sell in public even though he wasn't at the right age last year. I can't wait to see him again on Thursday. I might get his autograph." Dean said. "Maybe he'll let the Gryffinder House Team have the Black Lightning."

"Come on guys, we're wasting time!" Hermione pleaded.

So they left the Black Lightning.

"Let's buy the books first!" Joanne begged, "Please!"

"Sure, I don't see any reasons why we shouldn't since the store is right in front of us."

Hermione answered. So they went in the building shaped like a huge spell book called The Reading Shack. Inside, there were writings on the walls that kept rotating around saying things like,

"Igus Oblesure invented the Floating Charm in 1204."

"Remember to pronounce the spells exactly right if you don't to set fire on your house."

Then they went upstairs to find the easy school textbooks.

"Eeuu, smell that book!" Ron said, scrunching up his nose. "It stinks!'"

They walked to the brown book that he was looking at. It smelt like a mixture of dirty laundry, and Pomeranian Cheese. On the front of the book, it said, The Most Private Secrets of Some Wizards and there was a picture of a teenage boy with silvery blonde hair tasting a moldy Pomeranian Cheese. Suddenly the teenage boy slowly transformed into a full-grown man. He oddly looked very familiar: Lucius Malfoy! Harry, Ron, and Hermione howled with laughter until they had tears in their eyes and got hiccups. Joanne just stood there looking very confused.

"Now -hiccup- Draco Malfoy won't be strolling -hiccup- around the school l-hiccup-like he owns it -hiccup- or something." Harry managed to say over his hiccups.

Then they went to buy Jo and Harry's robe, which were too small for him. Then they went to buy Jo's wand.

They came into the dark misty shop. Mr. Olivander, an old wizard with dark silvery eyes, came out of somewhere and said slowly,

"Ah. Harry Potter. 11-inch, heavy, holly, phoenix feather. Great wand for transfiguration. Powerful." Before he could go through everyone's wands, Harry quickly said, "We are looking for a wand for a first year, Joanne Granger. She's Hermione's sister." The witch studied Jo and went into the darkness and came out with about ten wands. She set them on a small feeble chair and said,

"Try this one, little girl. 9-inch, light, oak, unicorn's tail. Good for charm. Here, just flick the wand." Jo tried as what the witch said. Nothing happened. The witch said, "Try this one. 10-inch, medium, pine, dragon's heart strings. Good for transfiguration." Jo took it and waved. Some sparks came out and disappeared.

"Hmm... Try this one. 10.5-inch, light, oak, Hippogriff's feather. Good for charms and spells." Jo gave it a little wave. Suddenly a burst of light appeared, lighting the whole shop and the rows of little boxes.

"Wow." Jo muttered.

" Perfect!" shrieked the witch. They paid 15 galleons and went out of the store.

"Look, it's already 6:30. We forgot to buy Jo's animal. And we could stop by Leaking Cauldron and drink some butterbeer." Hermione told Ron. They went over to Harry who was now discussing about brooms and walked to the store.

The store was misty and full of blue, eerie lights. The witch was choosing an owl for someone. There were many kinds of owls. While Jo was choosing an animal, Hermione looked at the price of a large snowy owl with a disbelief look on her face. Finally the witch came to Jo and said in a tired voice,

"Okey-Dokey, owl? Toad? Rat? Cat?"

"I want an owl," Jo answered enthusiastically, "That small, hay-colored owl over there." The tired witch practically dragged herself down there and brought the owl, which was hooting loudly. The price tag was dangling from her legs, which said it was 50 galleons. They paid the price and went to Leaky Cauldron.

As usual, it was full of drunken strangers. There was an old tall wizard way in the corner, a huge man that was talking nonsense. They sat down and told the waitress that they want four butter beers. Jo looked at the color of her butterbeer and frowned, which was brownish yellow. Seeing that everyone drank it without hesitation, she drank it too. It had a buttery taste and tingled in her mouth. She ordered another and drank that too.

"Oh, I almost forgot, here's your sister and your train ticket for tomorrow, Hermione. It's still platform nine and three quarters." Harry explained, giving two train tickets to Hermione.

"Let's go," Ron added, "it's 7:50." They separated their ways. Jo and Hermione went back to the brick wall while Ron and Harry went looking for Ron's parents who were looking at some books.

Jo and Hermione waited at the brick wall for their parents who appeared in five minutes. They returned home and went to bed. But Jo couldn't. She was thinking about the train ticket. Platform nine and three quarters? Maybe it is like Diagon Alley. Wondering about that, she went to sleep after midnight.

The next day, Hermione woke up early and quickly dressed in her regular jeans. She fixed breakfast, which were some apple, toast and milk. She ran upstairs and woke up Joanne. Then she packed Jo's and her stuff. When she realized that the stuff wouldn't fit in, she murmured,

"Philearalea!" to make her pack smaller and lighter. She looked at her watch that read 9:30 a.m. It would take about an hour to get to the train station. That would give her about 30 minutes maximum. She speeded down the hallway and woke up her mum and dad.

Finally, they were all ready. Then rode to the train station for 45 minutes. By the barrier were Harry and Ron. They had two big bags and a cage containing their owls. They waved at each and decided to go in pairs.

The barrier was not an ordinary barrier. It was a magic barrier. If you leaned on it, or just ran through you would be in the wizard and witch train station before you can say - what.'

Harry and Ron leaned casually on the wall and disappeared. Then Joanne and Hermione kissed their mum for the last time and ran though the barrier. The huge train was coming toward them. Just in time, Hermione thought. They got on the train and found a spot way on the back of the train. As usual, the serving witch came by with boxes of chocolates and candies from the back compartment. They bought some Treacle Fudge, Every Flavor Jelly Beans, and Chocolate Frogs. It was always an adventure to eat one of the Jelly Beans, because when they say every flavor, they mean every flavor. One time Hermione got an earwax flavor. With her hand trembling, Hermione put a red bean in her mouth.

"Ahhh!" She shrieked and spat the bean out. "Oh my gosh! Do you know what that flavor was," without waiting for an answer she yelled, "it was blood!" Everyone scowled their face and decided never to eat any of the beans.

In an hour, they arrived at the huge castle. The familiar booming voice of Hagrid, the gamekeeper, greeted them. They went into the cool building and sat down in one of the chairs in the Great Hall with their fellow Gryffinders. Joanne was with the rest of the first years. The first years were lead to the front of the room where the Sorting Hat sat. It was an old, worn wizard hat that could talk and sort you to a house depending on what characteristic they have. When Professor McGonagall called out,

"Granger, Joanne." Joanne unsteadily went to the front and put on the worn and patched hat that came over her eyes. After a few seconds, it yelled out,

"Gryffinder!"

Joanne ran to sit by her sister who was glad to have her sister in the same house. Both of them went in their dormitory through the secret passage that was behind a portrait of a fat lady dressed in pink. All of pictures or portraits can move and talk like they are real. You would have to say the password to get the fat lady open up the passage. This year's password was Quidditch.

In the girl's dormitory, Joanne and Hermione changed into their nightgowns and slid into their beds. They closed their eyes and went to sleep.

Hermione stretched as the morning bell rang. She looked around and remembered that she was back at Hogwarts. She shook Joanne gently and dressed in her black robe. She put her pointy, shiny hat and looked for her potion book. Still looking, she found her old report for Famous Witches and Wizards, her ponytail, her eagle feather quill, and a ribbon that she left last year. After she found her book, she went to the Great Hall.

Harry and Ron were already in the Great Hall. They were eating rolls and liver dumpling. Their hairs were neat as a pin and their eyes were sparkling more than ever. Fred and George Weasley were trying to set their stink bomb by Professor Snape. Hermione sat down by Ron and got some liver dumpling and some biscuits. About 10 minutes later, Joanne came in with Ginny Weasley. Ron turned around and said,

"Oh good, you've met. You guys are going to be in the same class. I hope you'll be friends because Ginny is really shy." They smiled and sat between Hermione and Fred and George who was now trying to burp the alphabet. After everyone ate, the leftovers disappeared magically. The Starting bell finally rang and everyone went to his or her classrooms.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were taking two new subjects: Muggles Studies, and Divination. Their first subject was Divination. They went up to a tower. The room looked more like an old, old teashop. Everything there was antique. They stood by a chair that had legs that were thin as toothpick. When everyone was standing by a chair, an old, small woman came in. "Just sit down. The chairs have spells on them not to break. Professor Flitwick had done a very good job. By the way, my name is Professor Trelawny. I have been Crystal Gazing and I predict that one of us will be famous than ever, even though he or she is already famous." Everyone glanced at Harry and sat down.

"Today, we are starting with reading tealeaves in a tea cup. You will get a pinch full of tealeaves. Then put them in your cup and roll left five times. Then just flip it over on your palette." She paused for a second and said, "Neville Longbottom, please get two blue cups and pass them out. I fear that you will break one of them, so please don't touch the pink ones - I'm rather fond of them." Just like Professor T said, one of the blue ones came tumbling down as soon as he reached them. Couple of the girls in the front ooh'ed and ahh'ed. As Professor T passed the rest of the cups out, Hermione got up and got a bag of tealeaves for Harry and Ron. They put the tealeaves in the cup and rolled them five times, like Professor T said. Then they flipped the cup over and looked at it very closely, so closely that Hermione's nose was barely an inch away from the wet, smelly tealeaves.

"Ah-ha! Mine is a windmill, it means that I will have something I have always wanted. What's yours?" Hermione said gleefully and peered at Ron's.

"It looks sort of like an Eagle. I think it means that there will be a great adventure" His voice was drowned by a shriek.

"Oh dear! Dear, dear, dear! A grim! You will be very unfortunate for the rest of your life!"

Professor T shrieked. Now Neville was crying. Hermione ran over and looked.

"It doesn't look like a Grim at all, it looks more like a donkey from this side." Hermione stated as a matter-of-a-fact. Everyone stared at Hermione. She had never spoken to a teacher like that at all. She had been a teacher's dream for the past two years. Even Professor T looked at her in an amazed way. She had heard about the great Hermione from other teachers. Hermione blushed and went back to Harry's tealeaves.

"Let's see. Yours is a peacock. You will have some unfortunate events but will be almost always fortunate." Hermione said.

All the commotion ended as the second bell rang. They had an hour of free time.

Harry went to the Quidditch field to meet his team. Since there were the Beaters, Fred and George, they raced each other. But nobody was faster than Harry's broom, the Firebolt. Then he let Fred and George ride on his. Soon all the people arrived. They greeted Wood warmly and sat down on the bleachers to listen to one of his game static. After half an hour of that, they got up in the air and practiced some turns. Soon, Oliver let the balls out. A Bludger missed Harry by an inch as he caught the Snitch less than in a minute. Alicia Johnson, one of the Chasers, tried to score a goal while Wood tried to block. She passed it to Katie Bell, another Chaser, and made a goal.

Soon it was time for Defense Against Dark Arts. On their way, they met Joanne and Ginny who were happily talking about their transfiguration lesson.

They walked in the familiar dark dungeon, which was used for a classroom. By the teacher's desk was a new teacher. He was wearing rich velvet purple robes with a silk black top hat. He had piercing black eyes and a huge nose. There was a fancy peacock feather quill lying on his desk on top of a thick, old book. After everyone took his or her seats, the teacher said in a surprisingly raspy voice,

"I'm your new teacher. My name is Professor Godley. I have written exactly 82 books about Dark Arts. I see that all of you look very sharp and ready to learn." He paused for a moment and continued, "I want you to stand in a line from that bars to this wall." As told, everyone stood in an irregular line.

"Okay. I will seat you in the best to worst from what I have heard from other teachers. Now let's see."

He looked around the room and said, "Hermione Granger, take the seat right beside my desk. Pavarti Paliski, right behind Miss Granger. Mr. Harry--" He paused and gasped. "Harry Potter, I thought I would never be meeting you. I was your mother's best friend. You can sit beside Hermione." He went over to Harry and hugged him awkwardly. Professor Godley continued his sitting arrangements and kept winking at Harry.

After putting the last person, he told them to get their book out. Professor Godley read page one through twenty and assigned them to write a two feet report about how to fight a dragon that was due next week. Then he said that there would be a field trip on Halloween to a wizard zoo to look at some dragons, mountain trolls, werewolves, and some more dangerous creatures. He opened up the huge book and wrote something down. Then he straightened up and looked at his class and clapped his hands together loudly, smiling.

"So, I hope you will grow as a great wizard like me and have decent job that will make you happy." And that was end of that lesson.

Everyone slowly left the classroom. When everyone had gone, Harry stood and asked Professor Godley how his father and mother met. He sighed and said,

"When Lily (your mother), James (your father) and I (James and Lily didn't know each other yet) were in our fourth year at Hogwarts, we raised this secret creature called a Poyton. It was a four feet creature that had little silver wings that was useless. We found the egg in front of the forest. Afraid to put it back in the forest, we took and decided to turn it in to a teacher. But right then the egg hatched. Poytons think the first creature they see is their mother, which was Lily. Knowing that if we turn it in to a teacher, it would be motherless, we decided to raise it until it was six month old, which is when Poytons live by themselves. We raised it very healthy and strong then let it go. It was so sad. One time, Lily went to look for the Poyton and almost killed herself. You wouldn't be standing here if your father hadn't saved her. Then they started being friends and Poof! They married ten years later." He finished. Harry said "thanks" and went out.

Hermione and Ron were waiting for him in front of the classroom.

"He is one of the strangest teacher I ever had!" Hermione whispered, trying not to let Professor Godley hear her.

"Yeah." Ron said. Harry didn't say anything. He was deep in a thought and kept glancing at the dark Forbidden Forest. It was forbidden because there were werewolves in it. He wondered if the Poyton would still be in it.

"Harry, why aren't you saying anything? What's wrong?" Ron asked curiously.

Then Harry explained what Professor Godley had said.

"What are Poytons anyway? I've never even heard of one." Hermione said curiously. Then she suggested looking in the library after lunch. Harry and Ron agreed and went to the Great Hall to eat lunch.

After sipping the last spoon of Chicken Noodle Soup and swallowing the last bit of peas, they went in the library. They looked for a book about Poyton and finally found one. They read through pages and pages and found out that they like dark, musty spots and send out a bright yellow light in to the sky and cry like a dog when they are in danger. They checked out the book and went to a Transfiguration lesson that was usual: notes, notes, homework, and homework...

Finally, it was time to go to sleep. They got into their pajamas and laid down under the warm blankets. Suddenly a long doggy whine shook Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who obviously knew it was not an ordinary dog whine because a faint yellow light that was coming from the edge of the forest that was flashing around in their dormitory. Harry said,

"The Poyton!" Then he jumped out and put on his warm robe on.

"Harry--" Hermione was interrupted by another long cry. She and Ron jumped out and put on their robes too.

They ran outside, clutching their robe as best as they can. When they got nearer, they saw someone they had totally unexpected: Professor Godley.

"How--"

"What--" They both tried to speak at once. Then Professor Godley explained that he knew that was the Payton that Lily had raised because it always had four-second intervals between cries, so he is trying to help the Poyton.

They slowly went in the forest. Then they saw it. The Poyton was lying on the ground and laying eggs!

"What is the problem? Poytons can handle laying eggs just fine by themselves." Professor Godley said.

"Maybe it just wants company." Hermione stated. They counted the eggs and found out there were seven of them so far. About 10 minutes later, they counted the eggs again and there were only six.

"What in the world?" Harry questioned with a frown on his face.

"That - is - what - in - the - world --" Ron faintly whispered, pointing at a dark shape which turned out to be a -- werewolf! The wolf's face was pointy and was added by sharp, huge, yellow fangs that were buried into one of the eggs. Hermione shrieked as the werewolf's face suddenly turned at them. It charged as fast as lightning. Harry, and Professor Godley whipped out their wands and yelled a spell exactly at the same moment.

"Goyrati Watirary!" Then the werewolf disappeared. Hermione and Ron were pale as the silver moon. The Poyton looked at them and sort of mumbled something that sort of sounded like thank-you'.

After watching the last egg being laid, they went back in where Professor Dumbledore was waiting for them. Behind him, other Professors were looking at them like they have been bathing in mud.

Hermione started to explain, but was interrupted by Professor Snape,

"Back to your beds, now!"

"But - "

"I said NOW!!!"

They all went back to their dormitories and didn't sleep all night long.

The next morning, Harry, Ron, and rushed to Professor Godley. He explained that all of them are excused.

A month passed and another passed. The field trip went okay. Four month passed before the exam. Another month passed and before they knew it, it was time for Summer Break. When they were stretching on the grass, they saw a Poyton that had seven babies trotting beside it.

The End

 

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