Harry Potter extended epilogue

The time has come! Albus Potter and Rose Weasley are off to Hogwarts for their first time! This is Albus Potter and the Junior Qudditch cup! Albus and Rose found a compartment and stored their trunks above their heads. After a few minutes the train blew its whistle ad began to chug along. "Anything from the trolley? Anything from the trolley?", a blond, breathtakingly beautiful woman, in her early thirties walked down the train corridor. "Oh!" the girl said in a thick French accent and smiled when she saw Albus and Rose. "Gabrielle!" Rose smiled, looking up at her aunt's sister with the sweet trolley. "It ez 'o nice to see you two!". "You too." Albus responded. "Are you 'ungry?" Gabrielle asked. "Oh, no we're fine" Rose waved as Gabrielle carried on down the corridor. Behind her came a tall brown haired boy who stopped at their compartment. "Can I sit here?" he asked. Albus nodded and patted the seat next to him. "Thanks. I'm Frank Longbottom," the boy said. "I know your father!" Rose exclaimed. "Yeah, I'm Albus Potter and this is Rose Weasley" Albus smiled at Frank. "I know your fathers too," Frank returned Albus's smile, "My father always talks of your parents and the D.A. and the Battle of Hogwarts." he finished. The three first years chatted on about their parents' adventures and how they couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts and of course, hoped to be in Gryffindor. Finally, the train puffed to a stop at the Hogsmeade station, King's Cross. They were there, for the first time, robes trunks and all,at Hogwarts and the first years exited the train together.

Harry Potter epilogue

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Mary Spotter and the Philosopher's Pebble Chapter One

Welcome to Mary Spotter's world! This is the first chapter of Mary Spotter and the Philosopher's Pebble!
When Mary Spotter was a baby, Lord Moldywart changed her life... forever. Mary narrowly avoided the killing curse of Lord Moldywart and nearly destroyed the dark lord. But, her parents weren't so lucky. They are currently in the care of the Wizard Witness Relocation Program. It wasn't until Mary was 6 that she learned she had special powers. After watching her parents make things fly across their hospital room but never could do it the same. Finally though, Mary found that she could do it after all. One day on the playground, Mary got mad at a mean boy named Raco Falfoy. When Mary said "You are so mean to me Raco Falfoy!" and jerked her head to the other end of the playground, he flew across the grass and landed by the swings. It all came to Mary in that moment, if she blew a little at another person and jerked her head, they would go anywhere she wanted them to. For years she practiced with toys (and sometimes Raco) until Mary found she had mastered her unusual skill. After exactly 4 years, Mary was lying in her bed on the eve of her 10th birthday when a bald eagle tapped at her window sill. This was rare. Bald eagles didn't just cone to your window every night. She opened the window and took a piece of parchment from his beak. "A letter!" Mary whispered. Upon opening it, she found it was a letter from Fox Featherings school for the
Magically inclined and gifted (MIGS). So she was special!

New story-Chapter One- The Letter

It all started the summer of 2008. I was eight years old.  All my friends were reading the fantasy series, Harry Potter.  From what they had said, the books sounded worth a read.  So, I tried them out and ended up absolutely loving them.  By the time I was finished it was May again.  I’m a slow reader.  My birthday was just around the corner on May 31 (two months before Harry’s!).  Even though I knew that wonderful world of Harry Potter was fiction, I kept wishing for my letter of acceptance at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.  In J. K. Rowling’s Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, Harry was eleven when he received his letter.  But, even if his world was real, I would have to wait two more years to turn eleven.   The two years passed quickly though, and now I can hardly wait for May 31.  I have read the series 13 times as if it would help the world come to life.  It’s 9:24 p.m. on May 30 and I cannot get to sleep.  What if I do get a letter?  What would mum and dad think?  I’d be a Mudblood, with non-magic parents.  How do I find Diagon Alley?  Would someone take me?  Wait; am I a Mudblood?  Did mum and dad go to Hogwarts?   No… of course not.  They would have told me.  Luckily I live here in London.  Maybe Diagon Alley is close by.  After a while, I drift into a deep sleep with thoughts of the next day.  “Ding, Dong.”  I open one eye, and then the other.  The doorbell!  “Ding, Dong.”  It rings again.  Turning my head, I see that the time…MIDNIGHT!  And at that moment, it hits me.  The letter comes at midnight when the day changes to your birth date.  Before you could say OMG my letter is here, I am in my bathrobe and down the stairs.  “Hannah!”  Mum groans from her bed.  “I’ve got the door!”  I cry back.  “Ding, Dong, Ding, Dong.” The doorbell rings impatiently.  Trying to contain my excitement, I pull the door open slowly.  No one is there.  I look all around.  “Meow.” Oh my gosh, could it be?  Yes.  Sitting on the step is a cat.  Not any cat, but none other than Minerva McGonagall.  Sure enough, as I stare the small cat it transforms into Professor McGonagall.  “Well, you are or are you not Hannah Smith?”  She asks kindly.  “Hannah, who’s there?”  Mum calls down the stairs as if in answer to McGonagall’s question.  “Excuse me a minute.”  I say, glancing to the top of the stairs.  “Wait.”  She holds a hand out to give me a piece of parchment.  The letter.  Just to make sure, I check the back.  Hogwarts crest.  I hold back a squeal as I run in to tell mum.  “Mum, mum, dad!”  I’m out of breath.  Grinning broadly, I hand my awaiting parents the letter.  “Ronald, it’s…it’s real.”  Mum says handing dad the letter.  “I’m accepted!  I’m a witch!”  This cannot be happening, so I pinch myself to be sure.  “Ow!”  I mutter, running down the steps again.  “Ah, Hannah.  Well, I will send an owl with the date and time that Hagrid will pick you up to get your school things.”  And with that, McGonagall turned into the cat and was gone.  "Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh, I can't believe this is happening.  Rubeus Hagrid, Game keeper and Keeper of the Keys at Hogwarts is coming to pick me up to get my things, just like Harry.  Minerva McGonagall actually hand-delivered my letter.  It's real!  I am a witch!" I shout dancing through the living room.  Unlike those two years between ages 9 and 11, the few months before Hagrid arrives pass very slowly.  But, like all things it finally comes.     "Ding, Dong, Ding, Dong." The doorbell rings.  "Hagrid." I whisper to myself.  "I've got it!" I call to mum.  "Who's there?"  "Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of K-" But before he could finish, I wrench open the door.  "Hannah Smith?" There he is, half-giant Rubeus Hagrid.  "Yeah.   Well, are we going?" I ask excitedly.  "Uh, is Ronald here?  I need ter speak with him." "Yeah.  One minute."  I prop the door open.  "Dad.  Hagrid needs a word."  "Eh?" "Hagrid, come on" Once dad is outside, I grab the little bag that I have stuffed with money (to exchange at Gringotts, the wizarding bank), a notebook and pen and a few other little items.  "Well, Hannah, ready to go?" Dad asks when I get to the door.  "Yup.  See you later.  Tell mum I said goodbye." I give dad a quick squeeze and hurry down the walk to catch up with Hagrid.  "A'right, Hannah, Diagon Alley isn't far.  We can walk.  Yer dad said it just looks like an ol' wall between shops.  The Leaky Cauldron, o' course." Hagrid explained.  "So, he definitely is a muggle?" I ask curiously.  "Yer were thinking he might be a wizard?  How do yer figure tha' one out?"  Hagrid stops to look closer at me.  "Well, his eyes kind of sparkled when he saw my letter.  And the way that mum said his name and it's real, it just gave me this feeling that he knew about it.  Then when you needed to speak with him, it made me feel again, like he knew.  I don't know, I just kind of hoped, that I...I wouldn't be a Mudblood." I finish  more quietly.  "But, then when you said he couldn't see the Leaky Cauldron, well he seemed more like a muggle, but he seemed to know where the entrance was." Hagrid breathed a big sigh at my last words.  "Yer too young.  He'll tell you when the time is right." "But, Hagrid, is he a wizard or not?" I ask as we turn the corner onto Main Street.  "O' course he weren't.  Ye woulda known." I don't know how I feel about this answer.  I don't know what I wanted to hear.  "Here we are.  See it?"  I took a deep breath.  There it is, the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron.  When we enter, we are greeted by none other than Tom the Leaky Cauldron barman.  He's still here?  I wonder.  He must be pretty old.  " I'm on 'Ogwarts business." Hagrid says before Tom can ask, "The usual Hagrid?" We cross the room to the back door.  Hagrid opens it and I step through.  A solid brick wall stands in front of us.  "You're supposed to tap some bricks, right?" I ask, remembering how Harry and Hagrid got through to Diagon Alley in the first.  "Yup." Hagrid says as he taps three bricks right next to each other.  "Welcome ter Diagon Alley." Hagrid says, pointing to the open archway.

Outside the Walls, Chapter One-The World beyond the Walls

    "Boing, Boing."  The springs under Esor bounced along with the young girl.  It was a bright day with not a cloud in the sky.  She bounced high over the net, higher, higher, she could even see over the tip of one of the walls that surrounded Notnac.  Notnac is a small town in North America that is blocked from the rest of the world by four tall walls that keep the city enclosed.  Esor often complained she feels as though she is in a cage.  The language in Notnac is also very different.  They say English words backwards.  So, we would call Esor, Rose.  Notnac is backwards for Canton.  Esor jumped higher and higher on the trampoline, wanting very badly to see the world beyond the walls.  She got her wish and even more.  Before she knew it, Esor was bouncing higher than the net, higher than the wall.

    Esor opened her eyes slowly.  Time seemed to have passed, because the sky was growing slowly darker.  "I tsum evah nellaf peelsa." Esor said quietly, sitting up and looking around the new world.  This could not be Notnac.  "Say what?" asked a voice beside her.  "Tahw?" Esor asked, as an unfamiliar girl helped her up.  "Ym eman Esor." She said quickly.  The girl asked something that sounded like "Where are you from?" Esor had no idea what the girl meant.  "Tiaw a etunim!" She suddenly understood.  Amam had told her that people in the other world said things backwards from them.  The girl asked her about Notnac.  Carefully choosing her words, she said slowly "I am from a different world."  "Well, that was kind of obvious, you can't even speak English."  She was talking too fast for Esor.  Esor knew she needed a new way to communicate with people in this world.  The question was, how?  How would she tell them about home?  How would she tell them about her life?  How would she tell them that all she needed was a way back home?