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The sky darkened as a boy, probably about 14, stepped out of a small window, suspended a few centimetres above the ground. Followed quickly by a girl most likely of the same age, and a small bat. Once through the window the boy then took out a knife and started tracing the hole to nowhere with it. After about thirty seconds of clearly careful tracing, the boy put the knife in the scabbard hooked to his jeans. The boy looked around at the surroundings. The boy, Will, turned and faced the girl, Lyra, and the bat, Pantalaimon (Lyra's dæmon), who were both staring wide eyed at something.

"What's wrong Lyra?" queered Will, but didn't need an answer as he turned and looked at what they were both staring at.

They had stepped through into a world which they had never entered before. The wizarding world.

In front of them were two large oak doors with a coat of arms printed across the middle of them, and the words 'Hogwarts School for Witch Craft and Wizardry.'

Boy, girl and dæmon stood in shock as they stared at the coat of arms bearing a lion, a snake, a badger and a raven, with a 'H' printed in the middle of it all.

"'Hogwarts school for witch craft and wizardry'" muttered Will.

"What did you just say?"

"I said 'Hogwarts school for witch craft and wizardry'. I guess they teach people how to do magic or sommin?" Will walked over to the doors.

"What are you doing Will?" Whispered Lyra in a quite shout.

"I'm going to find someone." And with that he opened the door and walked inside.

"He's mad." Whispered Pantalaimon as he changed form from a bat to a squirrel and sat on Lyra's shoulder.

"Yeah I know!" she retorted and ran to follow Will.

It didn't take long to find Will, because as Lyra entered the school and closed the door, she ran straight into him.

"What are you doing, you don't just stand there move!" She pushed him over, tripped over a cat and fell on top of him.

"Well, well, well, two students out of bed, oh and not even in school uniform," said a very scruffy looking man, standing next to an even more scruffy looking cat. "And what's this weapon's? Ohhh I'm going to get you in so much trouble!" The scruffy man started laughing, a very evil, creepy laugh.

Will got up, only to be tripped up again by the cat.

"Come on, I better take you to see Dumbledore. Oh and I better take that," at this he reached over to Will and tried to take the knife and scabbard. Only to be almost knocked down by Will jumping around him and then rolling away. "What are you doing boy? Get over here now and let me have that knife."

"No. Never. I'll never give it to you, I don't even know who you are. Who is Dumbledore?" shouted Will, making the scruffy man jump back in surprise.

All the shouting caused another person to come and see what the noise was. A very pale man walked into the entrance, to see a boy dodging the caretaker, with a girl just standing there watching. The man wore a long black and dark green robe, he had shoulder length greasy jet black hair and an evil grin was plastered to his face as he saw what was going on in the entrance hall.

"Professor Snape, sir, are you going to help me? I'm trying to take a knife from this student who I have caught out of bed after hours with a girl!" shouted the scruffy caretaker.

"Why should I help Filtch? It look's as if you've got every thing under control," sneered Snape as he tried to stifle the urge to laugh out.

"Hey Pan, what do you say we help Will?" Lyra whispered to the dæmon sitting on her shoulder. He turned to face her with a smile on his squirrel face.

"I think he's doing fine by himself!" he was just about to laugh when Will got out the knife and went into the fighting stance he'd developed through the worlds they had past in the last few years. If you had seen him in a battle you would have to admit that he could use anything as a weapon but his portal-cutting knife was defiantly his favourite. He could kill anything before you realised he'd got it out of it's scabbard!

"Will don't hurt him!" but as soon as he'd got it out of the scabbard it was shot out of his hand by a flash of light. Will watched the knife fly out of his hand and into that of professor Snape.

"Who are these 'student's' you say?" Snape spat this question at Filtch.

"Umm I'm not sure," Filtch turned and looked straight at Will. "Who are you?"

"I asked you first, about five minutes ago! Answer me and I'll answer you. So who are you, and who is Dumbledore?" Will was getting angry, and Lyra knew this because when he got angry he would put his hand on the scabbard attached to his jeans, and even though there was nothing in it he still put his hand to it.

"I'm Argus Filtch, Dumbledore is the headmaster of Hogwarts and that over there is Professor Snape, the potions master." He pointed to Snape. "Now, who are you?"

"Before I answer I would just like to ask, can you take me to see Dumbledore and there we will speak. And can I have my knife back please?"

"No, but this way to Dumbledore's office."

Filtch Will followed started walking away, Will motioned for Lyra to hurry up. They walked down a long corridor, with Snape following close behind. Filtch turned a corner and walked up to a large stone gargoyle.

"Sherbet lemon" muttered Filtch to the gargoyle, and it sprang to the left to leave an opening and a spiral staircase ascending. Filtch jumped on to the stairs and said, "Come on."

At the top of the stairs was an oak door with the words 'Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus'. Filtch knocked on the door and a voice from inside said enter. Filtch opened the door to Dumbledore's office and went straight up to him.

"Headmaster, I have brought these two people up to your office because, at first thought they were students, but when professor Snape came to see what the noise was he said they were not students!" Filtch was fiddling with the tattered hem of his mucky jacket. Dumbledore just sat back in his chair before speaking.

"What are your names?" he asked calmly.

"I don't know who they are but I too..." he was cut by Dumbledore

"I think they can answer for themselves Argus," Filtch was dumbstruck. "Go on. And please you're full name"

"I'm William Marvolo Parry." Dumbledore's eyes widened at the sound of his name.

"And I'm Lyra Belacqua." Stated Lyra.

"Well, I have to ask, how did you come to be found inside this school?"

"Well, if I could have my knife back, I can show you." Will was getting angry again. But Dumbledore just nodded. Snape gave Will his knife back.

"Thank you. Now if I could have a bit of space," nobody moved, until Dumbledore nodded again, and every body shuffled back except Lyra. "Thank you. Right," Will traced a well coordinated rectangle with the knife. Once he was done he stepped through the window. The window then closed, and a few seconds later another window opened right next to Dumbledore and will stepped back into his office, turned around and sealed it.

"That was very impressive Mr. Parry. I would most enjoy knowing how that was done. Argus, Severus, would please leave?" Snape and Filtch left. "Now Ms Belacqua I would like to know who that ladybird sitting on your shoulder is?" Dumbledore smiled.

"This is my dæmon Pantalaimon." She was puzzled at how he could see Pan, even though he was quite small in his ladybird form. At that moment Pan changed back into a red squirrel, one of his preferred forms. Dumbledore smiled.

"Pantalaimon, I would like you to meet my dæmon Fawkes. He's a phoenix." Pantalaimon jumped from Lyra's shoulder to Fawkes's perch and started chatting with him. Dumbledore smiled again. "So is there anything you want to know?"

"Well…….. yes. Do you teach anyone magic? Or do they have to be a witch or wizard?" Lyra asked.

"To come to Hogwarts you have to be a witch or wizard, but seeing as you have entered the building suggests that you are both a witch and wizard. So if you like you can start here as soon as you want. Today is the first of September I believe so you have missed the sorting and start of term feast but we will be able to sort you into houses at tomorrow's feast. I'm guessing that you are both 14? So you will start in your fourth year, and I will give you extra tuition to get you to your fourth year level. But that is, of course, if you want to stay?"

Both Will and Lyra were over the moon at the idea of being able to learn magic! They both nodded they're agreement with the idea.

"Well then, I will let you sleep in my office tonight so you'll be ready for tomorrow." Dumbledore pulled out his wand and waved it, two beds appeared on the floor.

"We shall talk more in the morning. But for now I bide you goodnight."

End of chapter 1

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