It’s not my first-novel length story, but the material and plot is defiantly my best. it’s like fanfiction, cause thats the place to post if you want people to read your stuff. I’m not like a harry potter freak or anything like that.
I just want to know if it has a good narrative hook and if it would leave you wanting to read more or if its just one of those stories where your just like, ‘eh, ok, ill read the next chapter if I don’t have anything e;se to read.’
I climbed the stairs two at a time and turned left at the top. As I neared the end of the hall, I saw something rectangular attached to my closed bedroom door.
I stopped outside, pulling a thick envelope off the dark wood door.
The envelope was plain white—or more of a creamish-off-white color—my name was scribed across the front in neat, almost prefect handwriting. I almost wish my handwriting was like that.
I walked into my room and dropped down into the chair at my desk, splitting open the envelope as I went.
It was full of black and white pictures, muggle ones—they weren’t moving. I dumped them into my lap and I felt my heart skip a beat as I took in the top-most one. It was of me as I walked up to the castle after quidditch practice the last night before Christmas break.
I flipped to the next photo. It was of me riding piggyback on James’s back as everyone going home for the holidays walked down to the Hogsmeade train station.
“Dad!” I yelled, panic rising in my voice. I stood up and dropping the second picture to the floor and taking a look of the third. Me with my friends in a cabin on the train.
“Dad,” I yelled again, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I ran out of my room and back down the stairs, all the while, the fourth picture of me laughing with Shane as he made fun of how short I was.
I was ready to freak out. I had heard stories about how people had like threatened dad before. And when Aunt Hermione was threatened with a knife in Diagon Alley while she was pregnant with Rose. What if this was like a creepy obsessive stalker, set to kill me. No, I was blowing this out of proportion. This was not that big of a deal.
I walked into the dinning room where Dad, mum and Al sat, enjoying their breakfast, and a thought hit me. How did who ever it was who had taken these pictures get them inside my house without being caught?
What evil?
This is a real life story, something that happened to me. So what if I throw in a few ‘muggles,’ and ‘hogwarts,’ and change the names a bit, just so I can post it on a stupid fan fiction website, so that real people read my stuff. I just want to know what people think. You got a problem with that?
I clearly stated that this was going of a fan fiction website. If you can’t read, that’s not my falut.