JK Rowling's Harry Potter Prequel now online!
At long last, JK Rowling's Harry Potter prequel, which raised nearly $50,000 for charity, is now online! To view the works of Jo and 12 other authors, click here, then click "Read our authors' stories".
If you're having a problem viewing it on their site, you can see page one here and page two here. Enjoy!
The Story:
The speeding motorcycle took the sharp corner so fast in the darkness that both policemen in the pursuing car shouted,"Whoa!" Sergeant Fisher slammed his large foot on the brake, thinking that the boy who was riding pillion was sure to be flung under his wheels; however, the motorbike made the turn without unseating either of its riders, and with a wink of its red tail lights, vanished up the narrow side street.
"We've got 'em now!" cried PC Anderson excitedly. "That's a dead end!"
Leaning hard on the steering wheel and crashing his gears, Fisher scraped half the paint off the flank of the car as he forced it up the alleyway in pursuit.
There in the headlights sat their quarry, stationary at last after a quarter of an hour's chase. The two riders were trapped between a towering brickwall and the police car, which was now crawling towards them like some growling luminous-eyes predator.
There was so little space between the car doors and the walls of the alley that Fisher and Anderson had difficulty extricating themselves from the vehicle. It injured their dignity to have to inch, crab-like, towards the miscreants. Fisher dragged his generous belly along the wall, tearing buttons off his shirt as he went, and finally snapping off the wing mirror with his backside.
"Get off the bike!" he bellowed at the smirking youths, who sat basking in the flashing blue light as though enjoying it.
They did as they were told, finally pulling free from the broken wing mirror, Fisher glared at them. They seemed to be in their late teens. The one who had been driving had long black hair, his insolent good looks reminded Fisher unpleasantly of his daughter's guitar-playing, layabout boyfriend. The second boy also had black hair, though his was short and stuck up in all directions; he wore glasses and a broad grin. Both were dressed in t-shirts emblazoned with a large golden bird; the emblem, no doubt, of some deafening, timeless rock band.
"No helmet!" Fisher yelled, pointing from one uncovered head to the other. "Exceeding the speed limit by-by a considerable amount!" (In fact, the speed registered had been greater than Fisher was prepared to accept that any motorcycle could travel.) "Failure to stop for the police!"
"We'd have loved to stop for a chat," said the boy in glasses,"only we were trying--"
"Don't get smart-you two are in a heap of trouble!" snarled Anderson. "Names!"
"Names?" repeated the long-haired driver."Er-Well, let's see. There's Wilberforce...Bathsheba...Elvendork..."
"And what's nice about that one is, you can use it for a boy OR a girl," said the boy in glasses.
"Oh, our names, did you mean?" asked the first, as Anderson spluttered with rage."You should've said! This here is James Potter, and I'm Sirius Black!"
"Things'll be seriously black for you in a minute, you cheeky little-"
But neither James nor Sirius was paying attention. They were suddenly as alert as gundogs, staring past Fisher and Anderson, over the roof of the police car, at the dark mouth of the alley. Then, with identical, fluid movements, they reached into their back pockets.
For the space of a heartbeat both policemen imagined guns gleaming at them, but a second later they saw that the motorcyclists had drawn nothing more than-
"Drumsticks?" jeered Anderson. "Right pair of jokers, aren't you? Right, we're arresting you on a charge of--"
But Anderson never got to name the charge. James and Sirius had shouted something incomprehensible, and the beams from the headlights had moved.
The policemen wheeled around, then staggered backwards. Three men were flying-actually flying- up the alley on broomsticks-and at the same moment,the police car was rearing up on its back wheels.
Fisher's knee bucked; as he sat down hard; Anderson tripped over Fisher's legs and fell on top of him, as flump-bang-crunch- they heard the mean on brooms slam into the suspended car and fall, apparently insensible, to the ground, while broken bits of broomstick clattered down around them.
The motorbike had roared into life again. His mouth hanging open, Fisher mustered the strength to look back at the two teenagers.
"Thanks very much!" called Sirius over the throb of the engine."We owe you one!"
"Yeah, nice meeting you!" said James. "And don't forget: Elvendork! It's unisex!"
There was an earth-shaking crash, and Fisher and Anderson threw their arms around each other in fright; their car had just fallen back to the ground. Now it was the motorcycle's turn to rear. Before the policemen's disbelieving eyes, it took off into thin air: James and Sirius zoomed away into the night sky, their tail light twinkling behind them like a vanishing ruby.
From the prequel I am not working on-but that was fun! J.K. Rowling.2008
The speeding motorcycle took the sharp corner so fast in the darkness that both policemen in the pursuing car shouted,"Whoa!" Sergeant Fisher slammed his large foot on the brake, thinking that the boy who was riding pillion was sure to be flung under his wheels; however, the motorbike made the turn without unseating either of its riders, and with a wink of its red tail lights, vanished up the narrow side street.
"We've got 'em now!" cried PC Anderson excitedly. "That's a dead end!"
Leaning hard on the steering wheel and crashing his gears, Fisher scraped half the paint off the flank of the car as he forced it up the alleyway in pursuit.
There in the headlights sat their quarry, stationary at last after a quarter of an hour's chase. The two riders were trapped between a towering brickwall and the police car, which was now crawling towards them like some growling luminous-eyes predator.
There was so little space between the car doors and the walls of the alley that Fisher and Anderson had difficulty extricating themselves from the vehicle. It injured their dignity to have to inch, crab-like, towards the miscreants. Fisher dragged his generous belly along the wall, tearing buttons off his shirt as he went, and finally snapping off the wing mirror with his backside.
"Get off the bike!" he bellowed at the smirking youths, who sat basking in the flashing blue light as though enjoying it.
They did as they were told, finally pulling free from the broken wing mirror, Fisher glared at them. They seemed to be in their late teens. The one who had been driving had long black hair, his insolent good looks reminded Fisher unpleasantly of his daughter's guitar-playing, layabout boyfriend. The second boy also had black hair, though his was short and stuck up in all directions; he wore glasses and a broad grin. Both were dressed in t-shirts emblazoned with a large golden bird; the emblem, no doubt, of some deafening, timeless rock band.
"No helmet!" Fisher yelled, pointing from one uncovered head to the other. "Exceeding the speed limit by-by a considerable amount!" (In fact, the speed registered had been greater than Fisher was prepared to accept that any motorcycle could travel.) "Failure to stop for the police!"
"We'd have loved to stop for a chat," said the boy in glasses,"only we were trying--"
"Don't get smart-you two are in a heap of trouble!" snarled Anderson. "Names!"
"Names?" repeated the long-haired driver."Er-Well, let's see. There's Wilberforce...Bathsheba...Elvendork..."
"And what's nice about that one is, you can use it for a boy OR a girl," said the boy in glasses.
"Oh, our names, did you mean?" asked the first, as Anderson spluttered with rage."You should've said! This here is James Potter, and I'm Sirius Black!"
"Things'll be seriously black for you in a minute, you cheeky little-"
But neither James nor Sirius was paying attention. They were suddenly as alert as gundogs, staring past Fisher and Anderson, over the roof of the police car, at the dark mouth of the alley. Then, with identical, fluid movements, they reached into their back pockets.
For the space of a heartbeat both policemen imagined guns gleaming at them, but a second later they saw that the motorcyclists had drawn nothing more than-
"Drumsticks?" jeered Anderson. "Right pair of jokers, aren't you? Right, we're arresting you on a charge of--"
But Anderson never got to name the charge. James and Sirius had shouted something incomprehensible, and the beams from the headlights had moved.
The policemen wheeled around, then staggered backwards. Three men were flying-actually flying- up the alley on broomsticks-and at the same moment,the police car was rearing up on its back wheels.
Fisher's knee bucked; as he sat down hard; Anderson tripped over Fisher's legs and fell on top of him, as flump-bang-crunch- they heard the mean on brooms slam into the suspended car and fall, apparently insensible, to the ground, while broken bits of broomstick clattered down around them.
The motorbike had roared into life again. His mouth hanging open, Fisher mustered the strength to look back at the two teenagers.
"Thanks very much!" called Sirius over the throb of the engine."We owe you one!"
"Yeah, nice meeting you!" said James. "And don't forget: Elvendork! It's unisex!"
There was an earth-shaking crash, and Fisher and Anderson threw their arms around each other in fright; their car had just fallen back to the ground. Now it was the motorcycle's turn to rear. Before the policemen's disbelieving eyes, it took off into thin air: James and Sirius zoomed away into the night sky, their tail light twinkling behind them like a vanishing ruby.
From the prequel I am not working on-but that was fun! J.K. Rowling.2008
Posted by Andrew on Jun 11th |
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ZOMG 1ST!!!1
YES! GOING TO READ!
am I the only one with trouble reading that? hm.
Is someone going to type it up? I cant read her handwriting! :(
Just read it! It was kind of hard to read, but I got through it! It was amazing! I loved it!!!
Nice tidbit! But as Snape says, James and Sirius are SO arrogant!
This sucks...I can barely read it! And its a bit shorter than I expected it to be.
OMGOMG im sooo excited:D:D i cant really readit as much but i will!!!!
great!!! I'm about to read now
YES. I wish it was typed though....
absolutely loved it ^.^
I hope there will soon be a clear version of the story sory Jo but I can't read your handwriting
Loved it :)
I just read it but it took me foreverrrrrr! :(
I read it, and no offense Jo, but I couldn't read it, and wasn't able to get much out of it. A typed version would be great.
illegible...sort of...it was an okay story.
I'm finding it hard to read too
C'mon!! Her handwriting isn't THAT bad!!! Exert yourselves!!
That was pure awesomeness!
That was brilliant, really. I loved it. Elvendorf, was it? Now I really wish that she WAS writing a prequel. I adore the Marauders and think that a book about them would be very successful, but I understand she will want to do other things now. Some day, though? I can always hope. Still, it was really awesome.
her writing is so squished together. kinda hard to read in places but the story was pretty jks.
OMG...hyperventilating... ok...anyway, i'll go and read it now... YAY!!! very momentous!!!
I agree, very momentous. And here I was going to sit around writing until 12am to read this. Now I have an extra hour on my hands. Whatever shall I do? Read it again, perhaps!
This was amazing. Too bad it was so short. =[ I wish she really were working on a prequel, I bet it'd be just as rad as the rest of the series. And I agree with House_of_Black, her handwriting really isn't THAT bad. Just have to read ahead a few words in order to put some of the sentences together. But otherwise it was great.
haaa haaa that was funny, i wish she WAS working on a prequal... and a hint to all of you who can't read it, right click and zoom in :D
I loved the story!(Even though it was slightly illegible) James and Sirius are so funny in that! I wish it were longer, until the time Harry was born! '
I am going to be honest here. I love Jo to pieces, but she has a TERRIBLE handwriting. It's enough to make you lose your eyesight. Don't be mad everyone. I'm just being honest.
*sob* that...was...beautiful *sob* I'm naming my kid elvendorf!
LOL! parvati_ is_ a_ goddess please don't. Your kid will hate you forever.
It actually looks like Elvendork, which is even worse. No good could come of a name like that.
I admit that I have difficulty identifying the handwriting.
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well i just found out now about this and so far i have been trying my best to read & good god does this woman have terrible pendmenship lol im sorry no offense on her shes great, she just needs to work on her writing (: but we still lover her & thanks ChickenL309 great idea lol
one word = awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love her handwriting (its gorgeous!), But it's hard to read when you're half-asleep. At least it drew it out longer... ---------- @ parvati - CPS might have to take your child away if you do that.
The speeding motorcycle took the sharp corner so fast in the darkness that both policemen in the pursuing car shouted, 'whoa!' Sergeant Fisher slammed his large foot on the brake, thinking that the boy who was riding pillion was sure to be flung under his wheels; however, the motorbike made the turn without unseating either of its riders, and with a wink of its red tail light, vanished up the narrow side street. 'We've got 'em now!' cried PC Anderson excitedly. 'That's a dead end!' Leaning hard on the steering wheel and crashing his gears, Fisher scraped half the paint off the flank of the car as he forced it up the alleyway in pursuit. There in the headlights sat their quarry, stationary at last after a quarter of an hour's chase. The two riders were trapped between a towering brick wall and the police car, which was now crawling towards them like some growling, luminous-eyed predator. There was so little space between the car doors and the walls of the alley that Fisher and Anderson had difficulty extricating themselves from the vehicle. It injured their dignity to have to inch, crab-like, towards the miscreants. Fisher dragged his generous belly along the wall, tearing buttons off his shirt as he went and finally snapping off the wing mirror with his backside. 'Get off the bike!' he bellowed at the smirking youths, who sat basking in the flashing blue light as though enjoying it. They did as they were told. Finally pulling free from the broken wing mirror, Fisher glared at them. They seemed to be in their late teens. The one who had been driving had long black hair; his insolent good looks reminded Fisher unpleasantly of his daughter's guitar-playing, layabout boyfriend. The second boy also had black hair, though his was short and stuck up in all directions; he wore glasses and had a broad grin. Both were dressed in T-shirts emblazoned with a large golden bird, the emblem, no doubt, of some deafening, tuneless rock band. 'No helmets!' Fisher yelled...
Hmm I liked it all but it's not what I expected. Once I overcame the handwriting I was a bit dissapointed that the story was pretty much based on the two policemen and not entirely on James and Sirius or the marauders overall. Mind you, it's better than nothing and we've wanted this for ages so we can't complain. And I did love the comparison between Sirius and the "layabout guiter playing boyfriend" bit though.
HAHA! I so want to call my future child Elvendork! Ahh... If only it had gone on for longer... :) :)
That was amazing. I'm sad I didn't get to read it sooner I waited up this late to read it and I could have read it an hour ago. Oh well it was amazing and hilarious I think it is Elvendork if you look at the last letter compared to the f in fisher and in "...finally pulling free from..." the look very different
pointing from one uncovered head to the other. 'Exceeding the speed limit by - by a considerable amount!' (In fact, the speed registered had been greater than Fisher was prepared to accept that any motorcycle could travel.) 'Failing to stop for the police!' 'We'd have loved to stop for a chat,' said the boy in glasses, 'only we were trying -' 'Don't get smart - you two are in a heap of trouble!' snarled Anderson. 'Names!' 'Names?' repeated the long-haired driver. 'Er - well, let's see. There's Wilberforce...Bathsheba.. .Elvendork...' 'And what's nice about that one is, you can use it for a boy or a girl,' said the boy in glasses. 'Oh, our names, did you mean?' asked the first, as Anderson spluttered with rage. 'You should've said! This here is James Potter, and I'm Sirius Black!' 'Things'll be seriously black for you in a minute, you cheeky little -' But neither James nor Sirius was paying attention. They were suddenly as alert as gundogs, staring past Fisher and Anderson, over the roof of the police car at the dark mouth of the alley. Then, with identical, fluid movements, they reached into their back pockets. For the space of a heartbeat both policemen imagined guns gleaming at them, but a second later they saw that the motorcyclists had drawn nothing more than - 'Drumsticks?' jeered Anderson. 'Right pair of jokers, aren't you? Right, we're arresting you on a charge of -' But Anderson never got to name the charge. James and Sirius had shouted something incomprehensible, and the beams from the headlights had moved. The policemen wheeled around, then staggered backwards. Three men were flying - actually flying - up the alley on broomsticks - and at the same moment, the police car was rearing up on its back wheels. Fisher's knees buckled; he sat down hard; Anderson tripped over Fisher's legs and fell on top of him, as flump - bump - crunch - they heard the men on brooms slam into the upended car and fall, apparently insensible, to the ground, w...
I loved it ^_^
So good! I love it! Got to go to school now...
That was amazing ^^
...while broken bits of broomstick clattered down around them. The motorbike had roared into life again. His mouth hanging open, Fisher mustered the strength to look back at the two teenagers. 'Thanks very much!' called Sirius over the throb of the engine. 'We owe you one!' 'Yeah, nice meeting you!' said James. 'And don't forget: Elvendork! It's unisex!' There was an earth-shaking crash, and Fisher and Anderson threw their arms around each other in fright; their car had just fallen back to the ground. Now it was the motorcycle's turn to rear. Before the policemen's disbelieving eyes, it took off into thin air: James and Sirius zoomed away into the night sky, their tail light twinkling behind them like a vanishing ruby. From the prequel I am not working on - but that was fun! JK Rowling 2008 hope that helps if you can't read it! Sorry if there are typos, I typed it rather fast, and I'm rather sleepy...
I had no trouble reading it, you should see my dad's writing. Anyways the story is actually very vague, and kind of boring... I was hoping for something cooler than policemen chasing James and Sirius into an alley, and then 3 men on broomsticks crashing into their bewitched police car, culminating in Sirius and James flying off on the motorcycle.... Not even a mention of who the 3 men were, what was going on... sigh I need book 8 already
So who were the three men on broomsticks and what did they want with James and Sirius? Could this be a scene from a battle between the Order and Death Eaters? If so, why would James and Sirius blatantly acknowledge their affiliation with the Order by wearing those T-shirts?
Like mentioned, it was somewhat hard to read, her great writing is a bit shadowed by penmanship suited more for personal note-taking... lets just be thankful for the Printing Press, or Jo's works might be not as enjoyable. I got the general story, and I think it was neat. I was reminded greatly of Fred and George...
i just finished reading the story .... yes it seemed as if it was all about the policemen but then yet again is was AMAZING :D it really painted a picture in my mind but too bad that she couldnt go on longer :/ it would have been intresting where they [sirius & james] were going to go next on there adventure
i just finished reading the story .... yes it seemed as if it was all about the policemen but then yet again is was AMAZING :D it really painted a picture in my mind but too bad that she couldnt go on longer :/ it would have been intresting where they [sirius & james] were going to go next on there adventure
thank you elvendork :D for re-writing the entire story. who cares about a few typos im sure we can figure those small details out (:
I loved it. I know you all are saying it should have been longer and what-not. But, I actually enjoyed it as it is-a short story. An amazing one, at that. By the way, much thanks to Elvendork for typing it out! Are you a boy or girl? It's hard to tell! That name is unisex, you know!
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