The Gryffindor Trio and the Spirits of Slytherin
Chapter 1: Michael De Eliseo"Master De Eliseo!" yelled his house elf. "Your breakfast is ready! Shall I bring it in or would you like to have it in bed?"
"In here please Thing," replied Michael .
He licked his lips as he raised his cutlery. He mindlessly tossed a galleon at the butler for his efforts. After he finished his breakfast he quickly got changed. He had a busy day planned. His parents had payed for Lennox Campbell to come over and give him a few pointers on fying. He really wanted to make the Quidditch team so this would help. He also was planning to go to a charity gala in Scotland. Wouldn't take him any time at all with the family jet but he didn't mind being early. It was going to be a great day leading up to an even greater day. Today was his birthday eve.
Michael woke up. He looked at his grandfather clock. It was 6:00AM. He couldn't wait any longer. He ran downstairs to what he knew would be a lounge room full of presents. His parents were rich, his aunties and uncles were rich, his grandparents were rich, his whole family was rich. When he reached the end of the staircase he was shocked and devastated. He ran to his parents bedroom. They weren't there. He ran back to the lounge room to weep when suddenly his parents apparated with presents.
"Happy birthday!" they said happily.
The tears on Michael's face disappeared completely and a broad smile covered his face. He ran to his presents and started opening it. His extended family gave him the stuff he needed for school and then he reached his parents presents. First he opened his mother's presents. First she got him an owl for school he named Smokey and when Michael opened the second present he was gobsmacked. A phoenix! A real life phoenix. He decided to call him Guy as in Fawkes the phoenix, Dumbledore's pet's. The name was derived from Guy Fawkes. He hugged his mum and moved onto his dad's presents. First he received a map of Hogwarts and second he was yet again gobsmacked. It was a broomstick! And not just any broomstick; the faster broomstick around; the Firebolt 200! He hugged his mum and dad together before running out into his spacious backyard to give it a test drive. The only thing that could top this was-. Before he could finish his thought an owl came swooping by and dropped a letter into Michael's hand. It was from Hogwarts.
Michael ran into Ollivander's as fast as he could; outrunning his parents by miles.
"Is it Michael's time already?" questioned Mr Ollivander.
Michael jumped up and down speedily and enthusiastically. "Yes, yes, yes!"
"Well alright then," said Mr Ollivander. "I better get the special wand I've been saving for you." Mr Ollivander rummaged through his shelves until he found something. "First wand I've ever sold with thestral hair core. Same as the elder wand just not as powerful as it was not made by death ." Michael knew that his parents had probably paid for it but it still didn't diminish the thrills. "Give it a go." Michael waved the wand and a bolt struck out of the wand and destroyed the pot plant perfectly. "Good job!" said Mr Ollivander and with that Michael left.
Michael's parents ran up to him, huffing and puffing. "How'd you go?"
"Pretty good," said Michael. "And by that I mean great! I got a thestral hair wand!"
"What?" questioned Mrs De Eliseo, obviously faking the shock.
They stood there awkwardly for a bit until Michael fell onto the floor, pushed over by another child. They strangled each other for a bit until Michael' parents pulled the boys apart.
"What's your name?" asked the boy angrily.
"Michael," replied Michael.
"Watch your back at Hogwarts!" said the boy and he walked away.
Chapter 2: Samuel West"Sam!" yelled the nun in charge of the orphanage. "Mail!"
Sam ran down and ran back up. He knew if he stayed down there too long the nuns would come up with a reason to give him the cane. He opened the letter and read it as his eyes widened in shock:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall
(First Class)
Dear Mr West
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find in enclosed a list of all necessary book and equipment and an explanation.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress
Sam looked at the explanation:
Dear Mr West,
Yes there is a wizarding world. Your parents were both wizards and went to Hogwarts. I will be coming to escort you to Diagon Alley to purchase the things on your list. Get your clothes on and be ready to leave. Yes I know you are in pyjamas. All part of being a wizard. See you soon.
Sincerely,
Horace Slughorn
For once in his life Sam was excited. He didn't care if this was a joke. He had a strong feeling it wasn't but even if it was nothing had ever gotten him so pumped up. He speedily got his clothes on and ran downstairs.
"Come with me Samuel," said a man.
"Horace?" questioned Sam.
"I'd prefer you call me Professor," said Slughorn. "But yes. Come with me to Diagon Alley."
"First let us go to the famous wand shop Ollivander's," said Slughorn.
Sam was so excited. His first wand! With that he could do magic! He ran in front of Slughorn and into Ollivander's. Slughorn soon followed him.
"Who's this Horace?" asked Mr Ollivander.
"Garrick," addressed Slughorn. "This is Samuel West." Then he added something in a quiet whisper which Sam couldn't hear.
"Alright then," said Mr Ollivander. "Let's find you a wand." Mr Ollivander walked into a shelf full of boxes. He paused for a minute and continued. "Try this," he said to Sam handing him a wand. "Know try and destroy the pot plant." Sam waved the wand and flew to the other side of the room. "Ok," said Mr Ollivander. "Try this one." He handed Sam another wand. As soon as he touched it it flew out of his hand. "Let's try this one!" Mr Ollivander said optimistically. Sam started to worry. What if none of these wands chose him?As these thoughts went through him he didn't even notice he went through yet another wand. "Let's hope this is the last one," said Mr Ollivander sounding tired. He handed Sam another wand, It looked special. A red feather stuck out of the end. As he laid his fingers across it the feather started burning. He sung the wand and the pot plant was destroyed! He did it. "Ah yes," said Mr Ollivander. "Been saving that for 150 years."
Sam got ecstatic. His wand. The thing that he could create magic with. He could already destroy pot plants. Soon he could control minds!
Next he went to Eeylops Owl Emporium. He purchased a snowy grey owl with black wings. It seemed to like him. He named it Rether . After he had gotten all of his books and said goodbye to Horace who had just given him brief instructions on how to get into the platform , He went to check out his room that Horace had booked for him It was nice
Chapter 3: William Fitzroy"No!" yelled Mr Fitzroy at the top of his lungs. "You cannot go to Hogwarts! You're already in Ilvermorny and you're going to go there like I did!"
William dragged his feet to his bedroom, face facing the floor. Why couldn't he go to Hogwarts? Hogwarts had a better reputation than Ilvermorny and was founded by the same family. Dad didn't understand. Hogwarts was filled with children like him; smart, logical wizards like the Minister of Magic and Hermione Granger. Ilvermorny was filled with warriors, healers, adventures and smart people but magically smart; not logical. He laid on his bed; wondering what the future held for him at Ilvermorny. The bullying that would occur all through his life. The missed opportunity that would anger him for the rest of his life. He heard footsteps becoming louder and louder meaning someone was coming closer and closer. Wil sat up and acted casual. If it was his dad he'd say that Ilvermorny would straighten him up. It was just his mum. He laid back down on his bed.
"Hi mum," he said dully.
"Hi honey," she replied, tensely. "Are you okay." Wil didn't reply. "Look; you can go to Hogwarts just don't tell your father."
Wil sprang up from his bed and squeezed his mum so tight that she thought her internal organs would slip out. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" thanked WIlliam, high-pitched.
His mum shushed him, "Make sure your father doesn't find out. I'll take you to Diagon Alley tomorrow."
"Are we going by floo powder or the Leaky Cauldron?" Wil asked.
"Why are you going to Diagon Alley?" asked his father
Wil was about to answer but just incase he messed it up his mum came up with an obvious answer, "Where just getting the Ilvermorny stuff."
"Why can't I come?" questioned his father.
"Next year," said his mother. "Next year."
Wil's mother walked over to the kitchen desk and grabbed a sack. They were travelling by floo powder. Wil went first. He grabbed some of the powder, sprinkled it in the fire place and said, "Diagon Alley!"
A flash of green fire sprung up from below and when it faded away Wil was gone. He waited for his mother who took a while. Wil assumed his father was pleading to come but he and his mother knew that for the sake of Hogwarts he couldn't come. Eventually his mother spawned in and they went to Ollivander's to get Wil's wand.
"Hello Mrs West," welcomed Mr Ollivander. "Is it that time of year again?" William knew what he was referring to. The back to school rush that he had witnessed his brother go through so many times. Mr Ollivander grabbed a wand and gave it to him. "Try this out." William gave it a little swing focusing on the pot plant and to destroy it. As he waved the wand he remembered watching his brother go through about ten wands until he got the right one. He hoped it wouldn't happen to him as he remembered the embarrassment on his brother's face. Soon he snapped out of his nostalgia as he heard a deafening smash. It had worked! The pot plant had been broken. "Ah," said Mr Ollivander. "A thirteen inch fir wood and dragon heartstring core. Unyielding flexibility"
Wil was so excited. He had gotten the right wand on the first try. He started to wonder if more good things would happen to him.
"Thank you Mr Ollivander," he said as he left the shop.
"Good job Will," his mother said. "Flourish and Blotts is next."
At Flourish and Blotts Will quickly got his books and came out. Next he went to Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions and finally he went to Eeylops Owl Emporium to get an owl. He got a white one with a black face. He named it Featherbuster
"Now we wait," said his mother as they went home.
Chapter 4: Jake Savage"Hobby!" screamed Jake as he woke up from his sleep. "Breakfast!"
"Stupid master," mumbled Hobby. "Lazy little brat."
"What did you just mumble?" questioned Jake angrily. "Go slam your ears in the oven!" Hobby placed the breakfast on Jake's lap and slowly walked to the kitchen. "Now!" yelled Jake, making Hobby run to the kitchen. "Only phoenix eggs?" questioned Jake disappointedly. "Double your punishment!"
"Yes sir," groaned Hobby.
Jake dug into his meal and went to go check on his father.
"Hi dad," greeted Jake. "How's the new Firebolt 520.5 coming along?"
"I don't have time for this Jake," said his dad, tensely. "Here take this. It's scheduled to be released next year but I got one for you."
Jake grabbed the Firebolt and walked out. His father rolled his eyes. He wished he'd raised that child better.
Jake needed to go test it out. He ran to his backyard and flew around. Soon enough he caught the attention of his neighbour, George.
"Oh my god!" said George, shocked. "That's a Firebolt 520.5! How'd you get that?"
"My dad's the CEO of Firebolt, remember," said Jake, egotistically.
"Can I have a ride?" asked George on his knees, begging.
"Okkkkkkkk Psyche!" said Jake rudely.
"Have you got your Hogwarts letter yet?" asked George. "I have."
"I'm sure I'll get it soon," said Jake. Sure enough an owl flew down, carrying his letter. "Speak of the devil! Let me show you some real skills George."
Jake sped over to the owl and kicked it down. The letter slowly glided to the ground and Jake flew under it and grabbed it. George clapped at the performance.
"You wanna come with me to Diagon Alley?" asked George.
"I better go ask dad first," replied Jake.
"Don't worry," assured George. "He won't even notice you're gone."
"Where are we going first?" asked Jake questionatively.
He had never been to Diagon Alley and his dad was always too busy to talk about it.
"Ollivander's," replied George. "We'll get our wands."
From the sounds of it George wasn't that excited but Jake was. His first wand! He stepped into the shop, ecstatic.
"Hello," greeted the man at the desk. "I am Garrick Ollivander. How may I assist you?"
"Two wands," said George.
"Alright," said Ollivander, madly. "If you're so confident you can go first!"
"Much appreciated," said George sarcastically.
Mr Ollivander handed him a wand and sure enough it worked straight away.
"Snakewood and veela hair," said Ollivander unenthusiastically. "Goodbye. Next!" He peered at Jake. "And what might your name be lad?"
"Jake...sir," said Jake in a voice you could just hear.
"Well alright Jake," said Mr Ollivander. "You seem like a special kid so try out a special wand." Mr Ollivander passed him a wand and it worked. "Holly and thestral hair wand. Third in existence."
"Who else has it?" asked Jake angrily as he wasn't the only one. "Well there's the elder wand and that kid just there."
Jake stares out to the finger's direction. It's a pale blonde boy. He doesn't look like he deserves it. Jake ran out and started strangling the boy until eventually the child's parents pulled him away.
"What's your name?" asked Jake, angrily.
"Michael," replied the boy.
"Watch your back at Hogwarts!" said Jake.
Jake walked over to George who was already in Magical Menagerie. Jake and George looked around. The store was filled with cats and owls and...something strange. It was like a cat but with a floppy face and wet nose.
"I need that!" yelled Jake but before he could grab it George took it.
"I'm so so sorry," apologised Jake. He thought of a spell his dad had told him "Petrificus Totalus!" Jake focused all his energy and mind into the spell "George's limbs binded together and he fell to the floor. Jake took the animal and ran to the counter. "One…"
"Pug," finished the saleswoman.
"Pug please," finished Jake.
He was surprised at himself. It was only the second time he had ever said please.
"That'll be 150 galleons," she said.
Damn! That was expensive but worth it. He handed over the money and took the pug. He named it Jake Jr.. He ran home, knowing that George would be mad.
TO BE CONTINUED
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