Brock Germanotta
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- Brock
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Brock was only 11, but he was more mature in the mind then anybody could think of.
He was standing on the platform, looking at the train arriving while his mother had her hand around his shoulder, the
smoke from the train filled the low lying areas of the train station and the Hogwarts Express rolled gently to a stop.
Many children quickly said goodbye and hopped onto the train, as Brock notice they were the kids around his age.
The older children moved slowly and sluggish onto the train as though they didn't want to go to school.
Waithe thought who does want to go to school? Brock smilled at his own thoughts, he kissed his mother
goodbye and walked slowly onto the train and hopped on his luggage following him.. He walked to a window seat and sat
down.
Survaying the children sitting down around him. Waving goodbye to his mother the train started to leave off to Hogwarts.
He was standing on the platform, looking at the train arriving while his mother had her hand around his shoulder, the
smoke from the train filled the low lying areas of the train station and the Hogwarts Express rolled gently to a stop.
Many children quickly said goodbye and hopped onto the train, as Brock notice they were the kids around his age.
The older children moved slowly and sluggish onto the train as though they didn't want to go to school.
Waithe thought who does want to go to school? Brock smilled at his own thoughts, he kissed his mother
goodbye and walked slowly onto the train and hopped on his luggage following him.. He walked to a window seat and sat
down.
Survaying the children sitting down around him. Waving goodbye to his mother the train started to leave off to Hogwarts.
- Brock -
A large group of cloaked men walked into the apartment building, walking to the third floor and walking through
the dark and gloomy hallways. The yellowish lights made the non-obvious mould on the walls appear more obvious.
They arrived at the Germanotta family's front door, knocking one time.
The father oppened the front door, looking to the men. Immediatly the men drew their wands and aimed at the father.
The muggle father looked blankly at the men and began to grin. They immediatly cast incendio, sending him alight like a
overheated christmas tree. They walked past his limp body on the floor aiming their wands at the walls of the poor
apartment. It was in blaze within minutes and all the in-habitants were gone. The building fire was un-able to be stopped.
Brock arrived home for holidays, to find nothing.
the dark and gloomy hallways. The yellowish lights made the non-obvious mould on the walls appear more obvious.
They arrived at the Germanotta family's front door, knocking one time.
The father oppened the front door, looking to the men. Immediatly the men drew their wands and aimed at the father.
The muggle father looked blankly at the men and began to grin. They immediatly cast incendio, sending him alight like a
overheated christmas tree. They walked past his limp body on the floor aiming their wands at the walls of the poor
apartment. It was in blaze within minutes and all the in-habitants were gone. The building fire was un-able to be stopped.
Brock arrived home for holidays, to find nothing.