The Ministry Meets the 600th Floor

When I started writing this story, I decided to also write a synopsis, so here it is:

Alexander Hendrickson is a muggleborn wizard who lives in Silverton, Colorado. On his 11th birthday he receives a letter from Hogwarts telling him he is a wizard; the only problem is that he also receives word from Camp Half-Blood that he is a Demigod. He will have to choose whom to respond to, and quickly, as monsters have already sensed his presence and will attack him at every opportunity. Bard Eric 20:05, March 27, 2010 (UTC) =Chapter 1= It was one o’clock in the morning, on the 5th of October, in Silverton, Colorado. I was still wide awake, sitting in the shadows of the deserted living room. I knew I probably shouldn’t have been, but I couldn’t sleep. Today was my 11th birthday. My best friend Eric Longleaf had promised to come over to my house today for my birthday. I always had a lot of fun when Eric came over, so I was looking forward to him coming over. After thinking about all of the fun we would have for a little while longer, I finally went back to my bed and got to sleep.

I woke up to the sound of bacon being fried in a skillet. “It’s time to get up Alexander!” My dad called up the stairs. You see, my mom died giving birth to me, so I had lived with my dad all my life. He wasn’t that bad of a dad, but sometimes I wished that my mom had never died.

I got up, threw on some clothes, and ran downstairs, taking the steps two at a time. When I got downstairs, breakfast was sitting on the table. It was my favourite, eggs and grits with bacon. As soon as I was finished eating, the doorbell rang. I ran down the hall to the door opened it. The mailman was standing on the other side. He handed me the mail. I thanked him and he went on down the street. “Hey look, dad, there’s a letter for me!” I said, going through the mail. I had never gotten a letter in my entire life, for some reason, so I was pretty excited. Just then, the doorbell rang again. I opened it and this time it was Eric. “Come in,” I told him. He stepped inside.

“How you doing, Alex?” he asked.

“I’m doing fine,” I answered, “Look! I got a letter!”

“That’s cool! Who do you think it came from?” He inspected the letter, “It looks kind of weird, don’t you think? Like it’s from medieval times.”

“I know it does doesn’t it?”

“Yeah! Come on, I was thinking of walking up to the ‘Christ of the Mines’ statue maybe.”

“Sure!” I replied, then I yelled down the hall, “Dad, me and Eric are going up to the ‘Christ of the Mines’ statue

“Ok, but try to be back by dark!” He called back.

We went out the door and started walking up the hill. Or at least I walked, Eric always walks with a weird limp, which he says is because he has some disease in his legs, but to me, it always seemed like he walked the same way as a sheep or a goat would, but that didn’t seem possible. I mean, satyrs were just myths, right? Anyway, we walked, and limped, up the hill. When we got to the top, Eric said, “Why don’t you open your letter, Alex?” I had completely forgotten that I was still holding the mysterious letter that I had gotten.

“Oh, yeah, I had forgotten I still had it.” I said. I opened the letter and started reading it out loud:

Hogwarts School

of Witchcraft andWizardry

Headmaster: Domonic D. Tempus

Dear Mr. Hendrickson,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Term begins on June 21. We await your return letter no later than March 12.

Yours sincerely,

Luxor C. Foss

Deputy Headmaster

"Do you think its some kind of practical joke?” I asked as we started walking back towards the town. Just then, I sensed something wasn’t right, and Eric slammed into me, knocking me to the ground. A hail of feathers went zooming past where my head had been moments before. They looked like they were made of bronze, and they also looked razor sharp. “What was that!” I yelled.

“There’s no time to explain! Put this on and twist the rim of the dial!” Eric told me, handing me a watch. I did as he told me and it spiraled out into a three foot wide shield.

“What is going on?” I yelled. Just then the birds came back for another pass.

“Put up your shield,” Eric told me, “It’s the only way to defend yourself!” I just barely managed to put it up in time to deflect the feathers. Even so, they knocked my shield out of my hand, and it landed a few yards away. There was no way that I could get it in time to defend from the feathers.

“What are they?” I asked Eric.

“They’re called Stymphalion Birds,” He answered.

The birds seemed to be getting annoyed by their inability to hit me. I could tell that they were going to go against me with their full strength this time. They came at me at full speed and all of them shot a rain of feathers at me as hard as they could. There was no hope to defend from them. I braced myself for the worst. Then the weirdest thing happened. I was bracing myself for the feel of a couple dozen arrows piercing my skin. Instead, I felt a couple dozen snowflakes hitting my chest at the speed of bullets. Even so the knocked the wind out of me. “What the heck?” I yelled as soon as I got my breath back, “What just happened?”

“I think I know who you are now,” Eric said, looking at the piles of snow that had, until recently, been a couple dozen giant bronze birds, “Let’s sit down, I’ve got a lot to explain.”