PHOBIA
written by Phobia Riddle
About a Determined Boy who will stop at nothing until his prophecy is fufilled
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
6
Reads
672
Potters Clay !
Chapter 2
4 years later....
"Theres some one her for ya Rat face", Roland laughed out rushing up stairs to the main bedroom. Phobia dropped the book he had been reading and raced to bottom of the step , "This Boy!?", Mrs. Freigitan cried out in displeasure to the black haired man at the counter as she pointed dead at me, the man turned with a smile on his face his glasses were circular and his eyes told the wildest stories. "Yes this is the child", his happiness lit every syllable. "Hello Phobieus", he cheerfully greeted Phobia shaking his dazed limp hand. "Oh hello Mr..... why i dont believe i know your name sir?", Phobieus replied in confusion. "Its Potter.... Mr. Potter", he replied letting his hand go. "Your coming with me to a great place ..... a place so wonderful youll learn brilliant things", Mr. Potter said with a tempting voice. "You mean i get to leave here and go learn sir?", Phobia replied eagerly. "Yes child come now", Mr. Potter replied taking the childs hand leading him out of that sour grouchy place "Good Ridance" thought Phobia.
He continued to walk with the stranger to a bar, he found this very odd as Phobia was only 11 and not old enough for Alcohol. "Sir whats the name of this place im going to", Phobia inquired to Mr. Potter. "Oh my i do believe i left that out didnt i, how silly of me , well this place is called Hogwarts, School of Magic and Witchcraft, my dear child", Mr. Potter gestured out with his arms flailing in rythym. Phobia stopped cold in his tracks as a Memory played in his head.
"Theres some one her for ya Rat face", Roland laughed out rushing up stairs to the main bedroom. Phobia dropped the book he had been reading and raced to bottom of the step , "This Boy!?", Mrs. Freigitan cried out in displeasure to the black haired man at the counter as she pointed dead at me, the man turned with a smile on his face his glasses were circular and his eyes told the wildest stories. "Yes this is the child", his happiness lit every syllable. "Hello Phobieus", he cheerfully greeted Phobia shaking his dazed limp hand. "Oh hello Mr..... why i dont believe i know your name sir?", Phobieus replied in confusion. "Its Potter.... Mr. Potter", he replied letting his hand go. "Your coming with me to a great place ..... a place so wonderful youll learn brilliant things", Mr. Potter said with a tempting voice. "You mean i get to leave here and go learn sir?", Phobia replied eagerly. "Yes child come now", Mr. Potter replied taking the childs hand leading him out of that sour grouchy place "Good Ridance" thought Phobia.
He continued to walk with the stranger to a bar, he found this very odd as Phobia was only 11 and not old enough for Alcohol. "Sir whats the name of this place im going to", Phobia inquired to Mr. Potter. "Oh my i do believe i left that out didnt i, how silly of me , well this place is called Hogwarts, School of Magic and Witchcraft, my dear child", Mr. Potter gestured out with his arms flailing in rythym. Phobia stopped cold in his tracks as a Memory played in his head.
