Thomas Billinton and the Philosopher's Stone
Based on Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone by J.K. Rowling
Written by Zack Wanzer and James Riddle
Chapter 1: Magic and Mischief
It was a dark night in Brighton. In a neighborhood street called Terrier Grove, an elderly gentlemen with white hair and glasses walked out from a forest. The man stopped at the start of the street and too a small mechanical device out from his pocket. Pointing the device at the lampposts, he zapped all the lights out of them, perhaps to make sure he was not being watched. As the man put the device away, he heard a cat meow. He looked down and chuckled when he saw a tabby cat near him.
"I should have known that you would be here," he said, "Professor Allcroft."
The tabby cat walked up to the elderly man, and then it transformed into a middle-aged woman with short red hair.
"Good evening, Professor Awdry," she said. The two began to walk down the street a bit. "Are the rumors true, Wilbert?"
"I'm afraid so, Professor," said Professor Awdry. "The good, and the bad."
"And the boy?" asked Professor Allcroft
"Harvey Dubs is bringing him."
"Do you think it wise to trust Harvey with something as important as this?" asked Professor Allcroft, sounding rather concerned.
"Ah, Professor," said Professor Awdry. "I would trust Harvey with my life." he then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bag of sweets. "Would you care for a jelly baby?"
"A jelly baby," explained Professor Awdry. "They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of. I purchased some from a rather odd gentleman wearing a long scarf."
"No, thank you," said Professor Allcroft politely. "I don't think this is a proper time to be eating sweets.."
Suddenly, the two Professors heard the sound of a motor. They looked up to see a flying motorcycle coming down from the air. It skidded on the street and halted. The rider, a rather large man dressed in burgundy, took off his goggles.
"Professor Awdry, Sir," he said. "Professor Allcroft."
"No problems, I trust, Harvey?" asked Professor Awdry.
"No, sir," said Harvey. "Little tyke fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. Try not to wake up." Harvey picked up something from the passenger sidecar of his motorcycle and handed it to Professor Awdry. It was a baby wrapped in a blue blanket
"Might I ask where you got the motorcycle?" asked Professor Awdry.
"I borrowed it, sir," said Harvey. "Young Henry Stanier lent it to me."
The 3 then walked up towards one of the houses.
"Wilbert, do you really think its safe, leaving him with these people?" asked Professor Allcroft. "I've been watching them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are-"
"The only family he has," interrupted Professor Awdry.
"This boy will be famous," said Professor Allcroft. "There won't be a child in our world that doesn't know his name."
"Exactly," said Professor Awdry. "He's better off growing up away from all that, until he is ready."
Professor Awdry placed the baby on the welcome mat. Harvey sniffled as he wiped a tear.
"There there, Harvey," comforted Professor Awdry. "It's not really good-bye, after all."
He then took a letter and placed it on the baby. The baby had a visible lightning-bolt shaped scar on his forehead.
"Good luck... Thomas Billinton."
Thomas Billinton had to be raised by the Cravens; his uncle Nigel, aunt Nellie, and his cousin Tristan. They weren't very kind to him, nor were they abusive. They just saw him as another mouth to feed, and for some reason, considered him an outcast. One morning, almost ten years after he had been left on their doorstep, Thomas was asleep in his bedroom, which had been converted from a stairway cupboard. Then he heard a knocking on the door.
"Up," came a stern, demanding voice. "Get up."
It was his aunt Nellie, waking him up.
Groaning, Thomas got out of bed and opened the door.
"Get yourself presentable," said his aunt. "Don't forget what day this is." She then went into the kitchen.
"Tristan's birthday," sighed Thomas. He went back into his room and started getting his outfit of the day ready. At that moment, his cousin Tristan started coming down the stairs. He stopped before he could get to the bottom and raced back to half way, jumping up and down.
"Wake up, cousin!" he called. "We're going to the zoo!" Laughing, he raced back down stairs, shoving Thomas out of the way, and into the kitchen.
"Why do I put up with them?" Thomas grumbled to himself.
"Oh, here he comes," said the happy voice of his aunt. "The birthday boy!"
Walking into the kitchen, Thomas could see Tristan getting attention for his special day.
"Happy Birthday, son," smiled uncle Nigel.
If I could give him a present, it'd be a punch to the teeth, thought Thomas.
"Why don't you just cook the breakfast?" asked Nellie. "And try not to burn anything, please."
"Yes, Aunt Nellie," sighed Thomas, setting to work.
"I want everything to be perfect for my Tristan's special day," said Nellie, covering Tristan's eyes and leading him to the living room.
"Hurry up," said Nigel impatiently. "Bring my coffee, boy!"
"Yes, Uncle Nigel," said Thomas.
When they were in the living room, Nellie uncovered Tristan's eyes. Standing before him was a vast pile of presents.
"Aren't they wonderful, darling?" asked his mother.
"How many are there?" asked Tristan.
"Last I counted, there were thirty-six," said Nigel.
"Thirty-six?!" protested Tristan. "Last year I got thirty-seven!"
"Yes, well, some of them are quite a bit bigger than last year!" said Nigel trying to make the situation better.
"I don't care how big they are!"
"It's quite alright, pumpkin," said Nellie, trying to calm her son. "When we go out, we're going to buy you two new presents. How's that?"
After breakfast, the family went outside to the car, ready to go to the zoo. But before Thomas could get in, Nigel took him to the side to have a talk with him.
"I'm warning you now boy," he said sternly. "Any funny business, and you'll find yourself a week without meals."
Thomas nodded to what his uncle had said, and got into the car.
Before long, they were at the zoo in the Reptile House, looking at a boa constructor. At appeared to be sleeping.
"Make it move," complained Tristan. Nigel rapped on the glass.
"Move!" he called. But the snake didn't respond. So Tristan rapped even harder.
"MOVE!" he barked.
"He's asleep!" protested Thomas.
"He's boring," sulked Tristan.
Tristan and his parents went to look at the other reptiles while Thomas stayed behind with the boa constrictor, feeling rather sorry for it.
"Sorry about him," he said. "He doesn't understand what it's like; lying there day after day, having people press their ugly faces in on you."
To Thomas' surprise, the boa constrictor slithered a little closer to him.
"Can you...hear me?" asked Thomas, still surprised.
The boa constrictor nodded yes.
"I've never talked to a snake before," said Thomas. "Do you talk to people often?"
The boa constrictor shook its head.
"You're from Burma, aren't you?" asked Thomas. "Was it nice there, do you miss your family?"
The snake looked over towards a sign on its enclosure. The sign read "Bred in Captivity".
"I see," said Thomas quietly. "That's me as well. I never knew my parents, either. The only thing I do know about them is that my aunt and uncle say they died in a car crash when I was a baby. I guess that's where I also go this scar on my forehead."
The now awake snake had attracted Tristan's attention. He ripped over to the cage, knocking Thomas to the floor.
"Mummy, dad, come here!" he called. "You won't believe what this snake is doing!"
Tristan eagerly pressed his hands against the glass, but suddenly, without warning, it vanished!
Without a glass to brace himself on, Tristan fell into the snake enclosure, sputtering in a pool of water. The snake slithered out of the exhibit, stopping in front of Thomas.
"Thankssssssss," it hissed.
"Er, you're welcome," said Thomas, quite unsure what the snake was thanking him for.
The snake then slithered away, scaring people as it did so.
Tristan got himself up and went to get out of the enclosure, but the glass had come back. He was stuck!
"Mum! Mummy!" he cried, pounding on the glass.
When Nellie saw her son trapped in the snake enclosure, she screamed bloody murder.
"My baby!" she cried.
Nigel was shocked by the scene, and glared angrily at his nephew after seeing him chuckle.
A little while later, they returned home. Nellie took Tristan inside wrapped in a blanket while Nigel, who was cross at Thomas for somehow getting Tristan in danger, had a talk with him.
"What happened?" he demanded.
"I swear I don't know!" protested Thomas. "One minute the glass was there and then it was gone! It was like magic!"
Nigel angrily pushed Thomas into his cupboard and locked the door.
"There's no such thing as magic," he snarled, before closing the vent.
Thomas only sighed. How did that glass vanish and return? Why was he blamed for it. Just what on earth was going on?