JK Rowling's Harry Potter Prequel now online!

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The writing is a bit hard to read...i am gonna type it all out and post it just for fun.

Hope ya like it!

That was rough reading.
But interesting.

Here's the prequel typed out

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 any of its riders, and with a wink of it’s 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 his flank of the car as he forced the car up the alleyway in pursuit.
There in the headlights sat their quarry, stationary after a quarter of an hour’s chase. The two riders were trapped between were trapped between a towering brick wall and the police car, which was now crashing towards them like some growling, luminous-eyes predator.
There was so little space between the car doors and the wall 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 button off his sort as he went, and finally snapping off the wing mirror with his backside.
“Get off that bike!” he bellowed at the smirking youths, who sat basking in the flashing light as though enjoying it.
They did as they were told. Finally pulling free from the broken wing mirror, Fisher glared at them. Thy seemed to be in their late teens. The one who had been driving had long black hair; his insolent good look reminded Fisher unpleasantly of his daughter guitar-play, 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. Bother were dressed in t-shirts emblazoned with a large golden bird; no doubt, of some deafening timeless 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 had 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 see. There’s Wilberforce…Bathsheba…Elvendork…”
“And what 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 any 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 alleyway. Then, with identical fluid movements, they reached into their back pockets, for in the space of a heartbeat both policemen imagined guns gleaming at them, but a second later they saw that the motorcyclist had drawn nothing more than-
“Drumsticks?” jerked Anderson. “Right pair of jokers, aren’t you? Right, we’re arresting you on a charge of-“
But Anderson never got to sat the charge. James and Sirius had shouted something incomprehensible, and the beams from the headlights had moved. The policemen wheeled around then staggered backwards. These men were flying – actually flying up the alley on broomsticks – and at the same moment the police car was rearing on it’s back wheels.
Fisher’s knees buckled; he sat down hard; Anderson tripped over Fisher’s legs and fell on top of him as flump – bang – crunch – as 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 motorcycle 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-shaking crash, and Fisher and Anderson threw their arms around each other in fright; their car had jus fallen back to the ground. Now it was the motorcycle’s turn to rear. Before the policemen’s disbelieving eyes, it took off into think 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!(her signature goes here)

Thanks for typing it out, I read it in her handwriting, but it was difficult, and that cleared some of it up for me.

That was really cool, I wish she was really writing a prequel though...

She prob will...one day. That will be when she gets sick of everyone wondering about stuff...

Then again...a prequel may be included in that Encyclopedia she will writing...at some point