Given the choice between being childish and some really dull data entry, I did the following! Please don’t judge my actual writing on something I’ve just chucked out in a spare few mins, but feel free to laugh at me being silly…
Harry fumbled in his pocket for his wand, getting it on the second attempt in true teenager style, and chanced a glance around the corner. Something was walking around the dark corridors of the house; he’d heard it break in and heavy footfalls on the bare floorboards upstairs. He pushed his glasses back up, brushed the scar on his forehead with his fingertips for luck and rounded the corner, wand ready to strike.
‘Expelliarmus!’ he yelled at the top of his voice. Magic whooshed out of the tip of his wand and raced towards the enormous silver-clad man standing a few yards down the corridor.
He blinked and a long curved sword appeared in front of his nose, the slim blade shining in the darkness. The spell had never caused that to happen before. As he stood there, frozen by surprise, the man swatted his wand out of his hand and it clattered to the floor.
‘Expellifuckingwhat?’ The man lowered his sword and bent down so his face was level with Harry’s. The young wizard gave a start when he realised the intruder’s eyes were entirely white apart from the black dot of his pupils. ‘What were you going to do? twig me to death, you little scrote?’
‘I… ah, it’s a wand,’ said Harry, thinking fast. He’s huge, that must mean he’s a giant and they’re all a bit slow and dim aren’t they. He took a breath and dived to the floor, aiming to crawl around the man’s legs and retrieve his wand. Before he’d reached the floor a hand smacked into the back of his head and he sprawled flat for a moment before he was picked bodily up and tossed against the wall. Harry bounced off and collapsed.
‘That’s was bloody stupid, sunshine,’ the man commented, standing over Harry. ‘What else you got before I snap you in half?’
Harry looked up and tried to push himself up. It had never been like this with the school bullies. Suddenly, he felt something hard underneath his hand; he’d fallen on his wand! With all the strength he could muster, Harry raised the wand and jabbed it towards the white-eye.
There was a small “plink” sound as the spell hit and rebounded off down the corridor. The white-eye sheathed his sword with a chuckle and pointed to his boot. Harry looked down.
Harry felt something massive smack into the side of his head, almost knocking him from his feet.
‘Ow, ah, yes, sir.’
‘Better believe it. Now, do you see my boot?’
‘Yes sir,’ Harry said in a small voice.
‘Good. Now, if you try any of that crap again I’m going to shove it so far up your arse you’ll taste socks.’
Harry nodded, chancing a look around to see if there was any help coming. The corridor was dark and quiet. It’s all down to me, he thought, he must have put a charm on the house to keep everyone asleep.
He took a deep breath and thought of his parents. The pain of their loss welled from deep inside, adding fire to the magic he could feel in his fingertips. He stepped back and raised the wand again.
‘Petrificus Totalus!’ he yelled at the top of his voice. He felt the walls shudder and a fat stream of light fired out from his wand and smashed in a blinding burst into the white-eye’s chest. Harry had to close his eyes as the light became unbearable, but in the next instant it winked out and he was left blinking owlishly at the darkness.
A hand grabbed him by the chest and lifted him up in the air. Unable to see what was happening, Harry flailed wildly at the hand but it was like hitting a steel-bar.
‘Want to play silly buggers eh? Fine, let’s see how easily I can put your head through a wall,’ growled a voice in his ear. ‘Oh look, nice stone walls; I do love a challenge.’
Oh shit, thought Harry, no one taught me about this in school…