Author Details:
 My name is Joel Jose Thomas. I study in Grade 7. I like reading books and playing shuttle.

``It’s one heck of a sleepover’’, his mind stated. ``All your friends are here but your head is not’’. Outside, the azure blue sky was turning into a dark ,ominous blanket. Pomfrey was staring onto the phantom lights, bringing brightness into the dark. His friends were just playing around, pranking others and chattering about their day’s activities.  But Pomfrey was walking around his room.

Staring into the mirror, his eyes were yearning for some sleep and his head was pounding like a huge drum. ``I should be enjoying because this is my mansion’’, his mind chattered, ``but they don’t acknowledge the fact that I am present here’’.
Being the son of a Marquise, all that he wanted were good friends. He slumped himself onto his bed. ``A short and stubby boy, only eleven years old, could never enjoy and get along ‘’, scolded his mind.
Ignoring the vague comments of his mind, Pomfrey glanced at the clock.
 ``It’s way past my bedtime’’, he sighed as his eyes closed in a blur of darkness with his friends voice calling him ``Hey Pomfrey, come over here…..!”
A sound of a pail filling and then -SPLASH! The water poured down his face. Pomfrey woke up with a scream, his friends giggling around him.
``Wake up sleepy -head, let’s go and explore the mansion!” bellowed Jake. For a muscular and tall boy like him, Jake would not mind waking up at midnight. Others chorused in and Pomfrey had to join them or they would create a racket, disturbing his peace. They went out to explore, Jake marching up front with the rest huffing to maintain pace.
As they moved along, they reached the store room. Pomfrey knew that they had to stop as Sarah was becoming a hypochondriac saying that she was having an ache in every part of her body.
``Guys let’s explore the store room!” Everybody turned curious, except Pomfrey because he knew that there would be nothing in there.
The room was pitch-black, with a draught coming in. The floorboards creaked as they stepped in.
``This is creepy guys.” Sarah whispered into Pomfrey’s ears.
The darkness was eating up their excited minds. Suddenly, a book appeared from nowhere in front of him. As Pomferey opened the book, everyone was sucked into it. There was again the blur of darkness in his eyes…..
A hooded figure stood in front of him. ``Join our cause , Pomfrey ,you are the chosen one , the MAKER”.
Pomfrey’s mind was racing , it was an amalgamation of his dark background. He was a wizard.
``Your arrival was waited for a long time ‘’, the figure stared at him with diabolical, red eyes.
 ``Never!” the exclamation came through his mouth. ``Never”, he repeated, out loud and clear. The figure was Dementorious, the evil emperor of darkness.
The duel started and Pomfrey was on the ground. He never used any spells, but his opponent was a master. Darkness was at the rim of his vision; he was about to pass out.
``Now, you die!’, screamed the shrill voice.
Looking at his unconscious friends he groaned.
``Summon the Triagon” a voice whispered; it was the ghost of his parents.
Their eyes rested on him. With his last strength he summoned the Triagon. His eyes closed forcefully with the three headed dragon grueling with Emperor Dementorious.
``No...” his weak voice screamed.
Pomfrey woke up, nothing had changed. The sunlight was glowing onto the table stand and the autumnal wind howling at his window. Darkness was expelled from the sky.
Suddenly, there was a thin stick hanging onto his back. There it was, the wand with his parents’ name on it . The Triagon toy was on the table stand, a toy he never bought. His friends all missing from their beds, stuck in the magic world , all alone.