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Harry Potter Prequel

Index ID: PREQ — Publication date: June 10th, 2008

Note: The Harry Potter prequel is an 800-word, untitled short story written in 2008 as part of a charity auction event, for which it fetched £25,000. On 11 June 2008, Waterstones held a charity event called "What's Your Story?". Thirteen authors, including Rowling, were invited to write stories on an A5 card for auction with proceeds going to English PEN and Dyslexia Action. A facsimile of the postcards were later published in the limited book "What's your Story?" by Waterstones.

The speeding motorcycle took the sharp corner so fast in the darkness that both policemen in the pursuing car shouted ‘whoa!’ Sergeant Fisher slammed his large foot on the brake, thinking that the boy who was riding pillion was sure to be flung under his wheels; however, the motorbike made the turn without unseating either of its riders, and with a wink of its red tail light, vanished up the narrow side street.

‘We’ve got ’em now!’ cried PC Anderson excitedly. ‘That’s a dead end!’

Leaning hard on the steering wheel and crashing his gears, Fisher scraped half the paint off the flank of the car as he forced it up the alleyway in pursuit.

There in the headlights sat their quarry, stationary at last after a quarter of an hour’s chase. The two riders were trapped between a towering brick wall and the police car, which was now crashing towards them like some growling, luminous-eyed predator.

There was so little space between the car doors and the walls of the alley that Fisher and Anderson had difficulty extricating themselves from the vehicle. It injured their dignity to have to inch, crab-like, towards the miscreants. Fisher dragged his generous belly along the wall, tearing buttons off his shirt as he went, and finally snapping off the wing mirror with his backside.

‘Get off the bike!’ he bellowed at the smirking youths, who sat basking in the flashing blue light as though enjoying it.

They did as they were told. Finally pulling free from the broken wind mirror, Fisher glared at them. They seemed to be in their late teens. The one who had been driving had long black hair; his insolent good looks reminded Fisher unpleasantly of his daughter’s guitar-playing, layabout boyfriend. The second boy also had black hair, though his was short and stuck up in all directions; he wore glasses and a broad grin. Both were dressed in T-shirts emblazoned with a large golden bird; the emblem, no doubt, of some deafening, tuneless rock band.

‘No helmets!’ Fisher yelled, pointing from one uncovered head to the other. ‘Exceeding the speed limit by – by a considerable amount!’ (In fact, the speed registered had been greater than Fisher was prepared to accept that any motorcycle could travel.) ‘Failing to stop for the police!’

‘We’d have loved to stop for a chat,’ said the boy in glasses, ‘only we were trying -‘

‘Don’t get smart – you two are in a heap of trouble!’ snarled Anderson. ‘Names!’

‘Names?’ repeated the long-haired driver. ‘Er – well, let’s see. There’s Wilberforce… Bathsheba… Elvendork…’

‘And what’s nice about that one is, you can use it for a boy or a girl,’ said the boy in glasses.

‘Oh, OUR names, did you mean?’ asked the first, as Anderson spluttered with rage. ‘You should’ve said! This here is James Potter, and I’m Sirius Black!’

‘Things’ll be seriously black for you in a minute, you cheeky little -‘

But neither James nor Sirius was paying attention. They were suddenly as alert as gundogs, staring past Fisher and Anderson, over the roof of the police car, at the dark mouth of the alley. Then, with identical fluid movements, they reached into their back pockets.

For the space of a heartbeat both policemen imagined guns gleaming at them, but a second later they saw that the motorcyclists had drawn nothing more than –

‘Drumsticks?’ jeered Anderson. ‘Right pair of jokers, aren’t you? Right, we’re arresting you on a charge of -‘

But Anderson never got to name the charge. James and Sirius had shouted something incomprehensible, and the beams from the headlights had moved.

The policemen wheeled around, then staggered backwards. Three men were flying – actually FLYING – up the alley on broomsticks – and at the same moment, the police car was rearing up on its back wheels.

Fisher’s knees bucked; he sat down hard; Anderson tripped over Fisher’s legs and fell on top of him, as FLUMP – BANG – CRUNCH – they heard the men on brooms slam into the upended car and fall, apparently insensible, to the ground, while broken bits of broomstick clattered down around them.

The motorbike had roared into life again. His mouth hanging open, Fisher mustered the strength to look back at the two teenagers.

‘Thanks very much!’ called Sirius over the throb of the engine. ‘We owe you one!’

‘Yeah, nice meeting you!’ said James. ‘And don’t forget: Elvendork! It’s unisex!’

There was an earth-shattering crash, and Fisher and Anderson threw their arms around each other in fright; their car had just fallen back to the ground. Now it was the motorcycle’s turn to rear. Before the policemen’s disbelieving eyes, it took off into the air: James and Sirius zoomed away into the night sky, their tail light twinkling behind them like a vanishing ruby.

From the prequel I am not working on – but that was fun!

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The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black

Index ID: BLACKTREE — Publication date: February 21st, 2006

Note: This genealogical tree of the Black family was made by J.K. Rowling to be offered for sale to benefit Book Aid International. It was sold for £30,000 and the buyer was Daniel Radcliffe, who plays Harry Potter in the film adaptations.

The Noble and Most Ancient House of BLACK
(there are many stories between the lines)
J.K. Rowling

Sirius (1845-1853)

Phineus Nigellus (1847-1925)
Ursula Flint

Elladora (1850-1931)

Sirius (1877-1952)
Hesper Gamp

Cygnus (1889-1943)
Violetta Bulstrode

Belvina (1886-1962)
Herbert Burke

Acrtunus (1884-1959)
Lysandra Yaxley

Arcuturs (1901-1991)
Melania Macmillan

Lycoris (1904-1965)

Regulus (1906-1959)

Pollux (1912-1990)
Irma Crabbe

Cassiapeia (1915-1992)

Dorea (1920-1977)
Charlus Potter

Callidora (1915-)
Harfand Longbottom

Charis (1919-1973)
Caspar Crouch

Lucretia (1925-1992)
Ignatius Prewett

Orion (1929-1979)
Walburga (1925-1985)

Cirgnus (1938-1992)
Druella Rosier

Regulus (1961-1979)

Bellatrix (1951-)
Rodolphus Lestrange

Narcissa (1955-)
Lucius Malfoy

Draco Malfoy (1980-)

Disowned Family Members

Iola Black – married Muggle Bob Hitchens
Phineus – supported Muggle Rights
Marius Black – Squib
Cedrella Black – Married blood traitor Septimus Weasley
Alphard Black – gave gold to runaway nephew Sirius
Sirius Black – ran away from home
Andromeda Black – married Muggle-born Ted Tonks

‘I used to be there,’ said Sirius, pointing at a small, round, charred hole in the tapestry, rather like a cigarette burn. ‘My sweet old mother blasted me off after I ran away from home…’

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The Ballad of Nearly Headless Nick

Index ID: BNHN — Publication date: March 24th, 2005

Note: This manuscript was contributed to an auction to raise funds for Scottish Language Dictionaries.

It was a mistake any wizard could make,
Who was tired and caught on the hop,
One piffling error, and then, to my terror,
I found myself facing the chop.
Alas for the eve when I met Lady Grieve,
A-strolling the park in the dusk!
She was of the belief I could straighten her teeth,
Next moment she’d sprouted a tusk.

I cried through the night that I’d soon put her right,
But the process of justice was lax;
They’d brought out the block, though they’d mislaid the rock,
Where they usually sharpened the axe.
Next morning at dawn, with a face most forlorn,
The priest said to try not to cry,
“You can come just like that, no, you won’t need a hat,”
And I knew that my end must be nigh.

The man in the mask who would have the sad task,
Of cleaving my head from my neck,
Said “Nick, if you please, will you get to your knees,”
And I turned to a gibbering wreck.
“This may sting a bit” said the cack-handed twit,
As he swung the axe up in the air,
But oh the blunt blade! No difference it made,
My head was still definitely there.”

The axeman he hacked and he whacked and he thwacked,
“Won’t be too long”, he assured me,
But quick it was not, and the bone-headed clot,
Took forty-five goes ’til he floored me.
And so I was dead, but my faithful old head,
It never saw fit to desert me,
It still lingers on, that’s the end of my song,
And now, please applaud, or you’ll hurt me.

Poem cut from ‘Harry Potter and the
Chamber of Secrets’
J.K. Rowling

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Order of the Phoenix Clue Card

Index ID: OOTPCARD — Publication date: December 12th, 2002

Note: Half a year before publication of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Rowling wrote this 93 word teaser card. It was offered for sale (in a sealed envelope) at Sotheby’s in December 2002 (to benefit Book Aid International). It was sold for £24,000. The full text of the card is unknown.
Only the beginning of this text can be displayed here for research purposes. I apologize!

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

by J.K. Rowling

Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is called Umbridge and somebody I like dies, “sorry”

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