Neko

chapter one
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Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways. For one thing, he hated summer holidays more than any other time of the year. For another, he really wanted to do his homework, but was forced to do it in secret, in the dead of night. And he also happened to be a wizard.

It was really nearly midnight, and he was lying on his front in bed, the blankets drawn right over his head like a tent, a torch in one hand and a large leather-bound book (A History Of Magic, by Bathilda Bagshot) propped open against a pillow. Harry moved the tip of his eagle-feather quill down the page, frowning as he looked for something that would help him write his essay, 'Witch-Burning in the Fourteenth Century Was Completely Pointless: discuss'.

The quill paused at the top of a likely-looking paragraph. Harry pushed his round glasses up his nose, moved his torch closer to the book and read:"none magical (people most known as muggles) were particularly afraid of magic in medieval times, but not very good at recognising it. On the rare occasion that they did catch a real witch or wizard, burning had no effect whatsoever. The witch or wizard would preform a basic Flame-Freezing Charm and then pretend to shrink with pain, while enjoying a gentle, tickling sensation. Indeed, Windelin the Weird enjoyed being burnt so much that she allowed herself to be caught no fewer than forty-seven times in vaious disguises.