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I guess to start this you are going to want to know who I am right? My name is Draco Malfoy. I am 12 years old, my parents are Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, they forced me to become a death eater. Now that we got that straightened out, let’s get to the story.
It was a beautiful night when I received my letter from Hogwarts, you could see everything. I knew my letter would be arriving within a day or two, but I wasn’t expecting it to be in the middle of the night. I was asleep when I heard a banging on my window, but I didn’t think too much of it until it got louder. So I got out of bed to see what was making the noise. When I opened my window an owl flew in and dropped off an envelope and flew away. I picked up the envelope and closed the window, then went and turned on the light. I opened the envelope to discover a letter inside, and when I opened the letter I could barely contain my excitement. It was my letter to Hogwarts! I had so much trouble falling asleep after that.
When morning came, I hurried to get ready for the day. When I was done I ran downstairs and yelled, “Mom! Dad! Guess what came last night!?”
“What?” they asked at the same time.
“My letter to Hogwarts!” I said.
“Finally!” said my father, while at the same time my mother said, “Guess we’re going shopping today.”
“Cool,” I said. I had been excited to go shopping for wizard stuff, but I wasn’t expecting to get more than what I bargained for.
Before we started shopping we had to go to Gringotts and get money. After that, we went shopping at Diagon’s Alley. The first store we stopped at was Flourish & Blotts, I went in by myself though because my parents ran into someone they hadn’t seen in a while and were catching up with each other. So I went in and started looking for the books I needed when I saw the most perfect guy in human history at the cash register. The giant next to him was not as good looking, he looked like a hairy coconut. I then hid behind a bookshelf and watched to see if I could figure out who they were.
“Hi, Donny,” said the giant.
“Hi, Hagrid,” said Donny. So that’s the giant’s name, alright. Now, who is the boy? “Who do you have with you today?”
“This here is Harry Potter,” said Hagrid. Harry Potter? That name sounds familiar.
“The Harry Potter!?” asked Donny in astonishment.
“Yup! The one and only.” Hagrid said.
“Wow! I never dreamed of the day I would get to meet the Chosen One!” Donny said excitedly. That’s where I recognized the name from I said to myself.
“What’s going on?” asked Harry, “Also, why did he call me the Chosen One?”
“Well, you are the Chosen One because you are the first person to survive Avada Kedavra. You are also the one He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named chose for the prophecy. Remember I told you about it earlier?” Hagrid said.
“Oh yeah,” Harry said, “thanks for explaining it again.”
“No problem,” said Hagrid.
After they left I came out of my hiding spot and found the rest of the books I needed and went and checked out. The next store I went to was the robe store my family came with me there. I got a robe tailored to me. While I was getting tailored though Harry and Hagrid came in, and I blushed, Harry did too.
“Hello Hagrid,” said my dad, “who do you have here with you?”
“Harry Potter,” said Hagrid, “you know the boy who lived.”
“Yes, I know who he is,” said my father said in disgust, “he’s a half-blood also.”
I then turned cherry red from embarrassment. I did not like the situation I was in but because my parents were there I had to act disgusted too. “Hello, Harry Potter. What’s a half-blood like you doing here? Do you think you’re good enough to come to Hogwarts like us Purebloods? Well, you’re not.”
Me and my friends have been doing Harry Potter Fanfictions.
In Michigan folklore, the Michigan Dogman was allegedly witnessed in 1887 in Wexford County, Michigan. The creature is described as a seven-foot tall, blue-eyed, or amber-eyed bipedal canine-like animal with the torso of a man and a fearsome howl that sounds like a human scream. According to legends, the Michigan Dogman appears in a ten-year cycle that falls on years ending in 7. Sightings have been reported in several locations throughout Michigan, primarily in the northwestern quadrant of the Lower Peninsula. In 1987, the legend of the Michigan Dogman gained popularity when disc jockey Steve Cook at WTCM-FM recorded a song about the creature and its reported sightings.This creature was unknown to most of the modern world until very late in the twentieth century. It is said to have been stalking the area around the Manistee River since the days when the Odawa tribes lived there. Authentic sources for sightings made prior to 1987, however, have never been documented beyond Steve Cook's song, discussed below.
The first alleged encounter of the Michigan Dogman occurred in 1887 in Wexford County, when two lumberjacks saw a creature which they described as having a man's body and a dog's head.
In 1937 in Paris, Michigan, Robert Fortney was attacked by five wild dogs and said that one of the five walked on two legs. Reports of similar creatures also came from Allegan County in the 1950s, and in Manistee and Cross Village in 1967.
Linda S. Godfrey, in her book The Beast of Bray Road, compares the Manistee sightings to a similar creature sighted in Wisconsin known as the Beast of Bray Road.
(here's the lyrics to the song)
A cool summer morning in early June, is when the legend began, at a nameless logging camp in Wexford County, where the Manistee River ran.
Eleven lumberjacks near the Garland swamp found an animal they thought was a dog.
In a playful mood they chased it around till it ran inside a hollow log.
A logger named Johnson grabbed him a stick and poked around inside.
Then the thing let out an unearthly scream and came out and stood upright.
None of those men ever said very much, 'bout what ever happened then.
They just packed up their belongings and left that night, were never heard from again.
It was ten years later in '97, when a farmer near Buckley was found.
Slumped over his plow, his heart had stopped, there were dog tracks all around.
Seven years passed with the turn of the century, they say a crazy old widow had a dream, of dogs that circled her house at night that walked like men and screamed.
In 1917, a sheriff who was out walking found a driverless wagon and tracks in the dust, like wolves had been a stalkin'.
Near the roadside a four-horse team lay dead with their eyes open wide.
When the vet finished up his examination, he said it looked like they died of fright.
In '37 a schooner captain said, several crew members had reported a pack of wild dogs roaming Bowers Harbor.
His story was never reported.
In '57 a man of the cloth found claw marks on an old church door.
The newspaper said they'd been made by a dog, he'd a had to stood 7'4".
In '67 a van-load of hippies, told a park-ranger named Quinlinn, they'd been awakened in the night by a scratch at the window, there was a dogman looking in and grinning.
In '77 there were screams in the night, near the village of Bellaire.
Could've been a bobcat, could've been the wind, nobody looked up there.
Then in the summer of '87, near Luther, it happened again... at a cabin in the woods it looked like maybe, someone had tried to break in.
There were cuts around the doors that could only been made by very sharp teeth and claws.
He didn't wear shoes cuz he didn't have feet.
He walked on just two paws.
So far this year, no stories have appeared.
Have the dogmen gone away?
Have they disappeared?
Soon enough I guess we'll know, cuz this is the time to fear, for another ten years has come around, the seventh year is here and somewhere in the north-woods darkness, a creature walks upright.
And the best advice you may ever get is never to go out...
At night.
