imaginary Harry Potter part:

This is a little story I just wrote, it's about Harry Potter when he is about eight or nine years old. Vernon, Petunia and Dudley are going to an amusement park and Harry has to go to Mrs. Figg. Just read it and comment what you think and what I could improve.
Thnx already! ^-^




Today they were going to go to an amusement park.
They are Vernon, Petunia and Dudley, Harry had to stay at Mrs. Figg's house.
Harry didn't like to have to stay at her house, it smelled like cauliflower and Mrs. Figg always showed him pictures of her cats.
He stayed in his small tiny room under the staircase as long as possible, hoping the Dursley's would forget he was there. But of course they remembered their, who they thought was, annoying nephew. They dropped him off at Figg's house and drove away.
Harry rang the bell, but Figg had of course already seen him.
'Hello Harry,' she said friendly.
'Hello Mrs. Figg,' Harry murmered.
'Come in, come in,' she said.
Harry came in and Mrs. Figg said while pointing at the wall next to the stairs: 'I've got new pictures, just take a look.'
He walked past the old, musty smelling couch, to the pictures Mrs. Figg had pointed at. He heard her in the kitchen, but did not care what she was doing.
There were six pictures. They were showing her and her cats. 'Of course,' he thought. 'What else would she make pictures of?'
And then it happened really fast; one of the cats jumped on him, he was startled and fell down the stairs.
Mrs. Figg came running towards him. But stood still immediately, when she saw he wasn't hurt at all.
Harry examined his body, but didn't see any bruises or blood, nor did he feel any pain.
He didn't understand how he could fall down the stairs without feeling any pain... But a few years later he'll know that that's because he is a wizard.


© 2011 Maaike de Boer