Adam Potter, Alyssa Chaparro [good book recommendations .TXT] 📗

Preface
My name is Adam, and I've lived on the streets since I ran away when I was thirteen, because I have no place to stay I learned the hard way, I learned street smarts, and I was good at Book smarts till I left. I kinda still am. I was In london somewhere looking for a place to stay when I walk by an old run down pub. But when I look back I see it says Tom's pub and Inn. I sneak in after dark looking for a warm bed to lay my head and get the biggest shock that changes my whole life.


Chapter 1 Streets
I was wondering the streets looking for a place to lay my head when I hear a siren and duck behind a trash can. I know that the police are probably not after me but I still cant help it when I hear the siren. I'm not a thief or a gang banger or anything like that. I'm just a run away. Not such a big thing right? But the thing is my idiot "dad" put up Flyers with a $100.00 dollar reward for finding me. But I don't want to go back to that place i ran from. Always running, always hiding that's what my life was since I could remember. That stupid ass was always beating me and starving me. He caught me the last time I ran away only cause I wasn't carful enough, but I am this time. I stay to the shadows in the night and in the day im walking around through the alleys looking for a place to stay, for food, for shelter of any kind that will help me instead of returning me to my "home". There was a time when I loved my dad that was before he started abusing me, though. I can relate to the song Perfect by Simple Plan because I lived it. I tried talking to my dad and it didn't work, so I gave up. I ran away countless times and somehow always found a place to stay when I left that place I always got caught. I don't know why, but I knew that i was relived when I got caught 'cause I wanted to see if my mom missed me or if he decided that I wasn't trash. But last year I all that hope was gone. I stopped believing that I could go home to a happy family. I was almost to the city so I walked faster, maybe looking for a place to give a run away free food? I knew it wasn't possible but when it was getting dark I passed an empty abandon Pub. I decided to go back after dark to sleep there tonight. When I went back I looked at the sign and it said TOm's Pub and Inn. I opened the door and went inside. At first it looked abandoned then i seen movement and behind the counter I seen a man that looked like a bar tender. I went up to him and he smiled. "Ran away Mr. Potter? You should be more careful with that criminal on the loose." I just nodded and said, "This pub is still in working order?" He looked at me and said "Lift up your bangs boy," He didn't sound mad or angry just telling me. I lifted my bad hair bangs and he gasped. I dropped my bangs and looked at him, but he was staring at me with a kind of deep respect and shock. I felt my forehead and felt nothing. No scar or shape or dirt. Nothing at all. He gave me a little bow and said "Follow me please. Would you like some hot onion soup?" I was about to say no when my stomach growled like a starving panther, and the bar tender... "Excuse me but what's your name?" I asked the bartender. He smiled and said "Tom".


Chapter 2 A Place To Stay
Tom came up after I was settled and gave me a tray filled with soup and something that said butterbeer. I shrugged and thanked tom but as he was walking out I said, " Uh, Tom? I don't have money to pay for this. I can't afford any of this. I should leave." As I started to move the tray he said " No! I know you cant afford it but it's on me. I want to help, and you don't have any place to stay do you? What's your name by the way?" I sighed and said "Thank you, very much. Thats very kind of you. I don't have a place to stay no. My name Is Adam, Adam Thomas. You said 'Mr. Potter' before right?" He looked at me and said "No, well yes. You look like someone I know. Sorry for the mistake. Eat your soup before it gets cold." With that he turned and left the room. I sat there for a while and ate my soup which tasted very good. Even though I hate onions. As I was reading a book I found I heard Tom walking past my door and talking to someone who sounded like a teenager. Was Tom a person who just took in kids and made them work for him? Nah he seemed to nice. I was going to go greet the new kid when I heard another voice, coming up the stairs and saying something about "Keeping Harry safe..." something about that. I waited till the voice passed and went out into the hall i looked at the door and knocked, after a few seconds I was gonna leave but the door flew open and a young boy about my age looked out and.... He looks like me!!! I looked at him and he looked at me. "Who are you?" we asked at the same time. I looked around and said "Come on let me go in or you come in here," I pointed to my door He looked and said "Come in my room quick!" I went in past him and again asked "Who are you? Why do you look like me? Is this a dream?" He let me get all the questions out then said "Hold on and I'll find out just stand still," He took out a stick and muttered something I couldn't hear, and waved the stick. I felt a sort of jolt go through me as a light came from the end of the stick. Harry gasped and the stick fell from his hand.

Text: This whole story is mine except for the characters and other things of the Harry Potter Saga I do not own them and never will.
Publication Date: 08-11-2010

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Dedication:
My Aunt for getting me into books early. Love ya G.