How i spent my day with a fictional character essay (min. 275words)
Not Harry Potter nor Anime.
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A day spent with my favourite fictional character
I had been reading late because I wanted to finish the thrilling Harry Potter novel. I must have fallen asleep with the book next to me because I woke up to loud noises from outside. My mother was shouting at someone. I ran out in pyjamas to see my drawing room in shambles. A boy of fourteen was standing in the middle with a magic wand in his hand. Sparks were flying from the wand. My eyes went round. Was it my imagination, Harry Potter , the boy wizard was standing in our drawing room. He turned towards me and said, “I have been following a notorious dragon, for some time now, I got the news that it had entered the Himalayan jungles. So, I decided to come here.”
He told us that before he could trap it with his spells it had entered our garden. The dragon did not like being disturbed because it was taking its afternoon nap. Hence, with a swish of its tail it had thrown our drawing room in a tizzy. He burnt the curtains and sofa upholstery. Harry saved my mother from being swallowed at the nick of time.
We sat at the charred dining table and ate a hearty lunch which mother had prepared in honour of our valued guest. Harry asked me to show him the countryside.
I told him we would have to cycle because I did not have a flying car. He smiled and caught my hand and circled his wand over us, muttering his magic spell. I opened my eyes to see we were sitting on a big rock on the banks of the river Tista. We sat talking a long while. He told me his various adventures which had yet to be written. Hermione was working for a drug company. She was going to prepare a medicine which would cure little children of dreaded disease like cancer. Ron had become a banker in London. Harry was a teacher at Hogwarts and was called often to stop these mythical creatures from entering the normal world.
Night had fallen, mother would be worried for me. Harry came to leave me. I forced him to have a hearty Indian dinner. He loved the dessert my mother had prepared in his honour.
I went into my room, rubbing my eyes with sleep. I think Harry had tried to cast a spell so that I would forget this day. His charm had not worked on me. Thus I was able to tell this tale.