Chapter 1
The Truth
Evilla Frost walked towards the boarding gate of her plane. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She was ready. Ready for anything life would throw at her. She remembered why she was here. Evilla Frost was a wizard. A wizard with powers. Powers to destroy, to kill. And that was her main mission-to kill. To kill one very special boy. She laughed evilly to herself.
Evilla Frost came from a rare family, and what I mean by rare is that you won't find many familys like this these days. Voldemort hadn't been in power for years, and most of his followers had come out of the sort of spell they were under when he had been last defeated by Albus Dumbledore. But not Evilla's family. They knew Voldemort would be back someday, and didn't mind waiting for him. They needed time to prepare for his next appearance, when the dark lord would rise again, greater and more terrible than ever before.
The Frosts had sent Evilla off to a Dark Arts school in America at a very young age. There were none left in Wales, nor in all of Europe. This was the only one left, and Evilla needed the most education she could get before the next Rage, which would be when she was eleven years old.
She handed her one-way ticket to Wales to the woman at the little counter in front of the boarding gate.
"Have a nice trip," the woman smiled warmly at Evilla.
"Oh, I will," she said in spite of herself. Now, for the first time in six years, Evilla Frost was on her way back to Wales to see her parents. Then she was off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, to accomplish her first mission as a dark wizard. To get rid of James Potter and before they knew what hit him. After all, Master didn't want anybody to get in the way, and from what he knew, he most definitely would.
***
James Potter was not a normal boy. He was as far from normal as you could get. James was a wizard. But he didn't know it until his eleventh birthday, July 1.
James had a nice quiet birthday party with his family and Sirius Black. Sirius's family was also there. The two families had been friends since James's parents were in college, and his mom and Sirius's mom had even gotten pregnant around the same time. James Potter and Sirius Black were inseparable. "Always up to no good," was what their first grade teacher, Mrs. Andrews, had said.
After a third helping of cake and ice cream, the adults gave each other knowing looks.
"We'd better be going now Sylvia, thank you so much for having us over," Mrs. Black said, "And Happy Birthday, James, dear."
"Aw, come on, mum, we're-" Sirius objected.
"Sirius," she warned.
He let out a loud sigh and reluctantly got up.
"I'll let you know about golfing tomorrow, Dave," Mr. Black promised.
"Come on, Hal," Mrs. Black said. The Blacks said their thank you's and farewells, and left out the door. David Potter cleared his throat.
"Son, we have to talk to you," he said.
"Yes," Sylvia Potter agreed.
"Yeah?" James questioned. This must be something really bad or really serious, or both, because his parents never did this.
"The...er, test results are in, and..." his mother stammered.
"The point is James, you're a wizard," David finished. James stared at him, dumbfounded. A wave of emotions washed over him. Happiness, confusion, excitement, fear.
"I'm a what?" he whispered.
"A wizard! Just like us! We're so proud of you!" his mother said happily. She jumped up and gave him a huge hug.
"Ugh...mum gettoff me!" he screamed.
David just sat there, beaming at him.
You see, there was really no way to tell if you had magic blood in you until you were around eleven years old, when the blood was fully developed. His parents took him to the wizard doctor and had him tested, but James didn't think there was any way he, James Potter, the tall gangling, mischievous boy with the hair that always stood up in the back, and the glasses that he constantly had to push up his nose, had a drop of magic blood in him. So James had basically had given up hope. Boy, did his attitude change now.
"W-will I be going to Hogwarts?" James asked. He was too excited he couldn't even speak.
"See for yourself," David said. He handed him an envelope written in sparkling green ink.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleases to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. The Hogwarts Express leaves from King's Cross Station at 11:00 a.m., off of platform nine and three quarters. Hope to see you there!
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
James looked up at his parents and grinned. This had to be the best day of his life.
"Tomorrow we will go to Tiablon Alley," his father told him, "we need to get your supplies."
***
James had a wonderful time in Tiablon Alley. He bought all of his school books, some robes (proper wizard attire), an owl (Owl Post was the wizards' way of delivering mail) and best of all, his very own magic wand. James loved to wave it around and make it shoot purple sparks, the way it did when he tried it out in the wand shop. His wand was made of cherry wood, with a unicorn's tail hair in the core of the wand. It was 10 inches long. He was examining his wand for the 17th time when he heard Sirius's secret knock at the door.
"Hey," Sirius said, when James swung open the door.
"Hi, I was just..." James's voice trailed off. He wasn't sure if he could tell Sirius that he was a wizard.
"Just what?" Sirius asked as he stepped inside.
"Never mind, nothing important," he said quickly. His friend gave him a quizzical look. They walked upstairs to James' room, when suddenly he remembered that all of his wizard stuff was laying on his bed still, and Sirius looked just as surprised as James felt nervous.
"James..." he began, "Why do you have a magic wand and wizard's robes?" he asked. Sirius picked up one of his books and read, "From Needles to Beetles, A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration"
"Well, that's uh..." James was at a loss for words. But wait. How had Sirius known they were wizard's robes and a magic wand?
"With all this stuff it looks to me as if you pretending to be a wizard," he said with a twinkle in his eye. James flinched. Suddenly, Sirius grinned at him.
"James, I came over to tell you something," he said mischievously.
"What?" he said, exasperated. Sirius was confusing him.
"You have to come to my house so I can tell you!" Sirius told him. "Come on!" Sirius dragged him out of his room, down the stairs, out the door, and around the block to Sirius's house.
"OW! Let go of me already, you moron!" he yelled.
"Come on!" he said anxiously, and dragged James to his room and shut the door. He hated it when Sirius did this.
"Wha-?" What James saw made him gasp. Laying Sirius's bed were black robes, spellbooks, a cauldron, and a wand.
"I'm pretending, too,"
The Truth
Evilla Frost walked towards the boarding gate of her plane. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She was ready. Ready for anything life would throw at her. She remembered why she was here. Evilla Frost was a wizard. A wizard with powers. Powers to destroy, to kill. And that was her main mission-to kill. To kill one very special boy. She laughed evilly to herself.
Evilla Frost came from a rare family, and what I mean by rare is that you won't find many familys like this these days. Voldemort hadn't been in power for years, and most of his followers had come out of the sort of spell they were under when he had been last defeated by Albus Dumbledore. But not Evilla's family. They knew Voldemort would be back someday, and didn't mind waiting for him. They needed time to prepare for his next appearance, when the dark lord would rise again, greater and more terrible than ever before.
The Frosts had sent Evilla off to a Dark Arts school in America at a very young age. There were none left in Wales, nor in all of Europe. This was the only one left, and Evilla needed the most education she could get before the next Rage, which would be when she was eleven years old.
She handed her one-way ticket to Wales to the woman at the little counter in front of the boarding gate.
"Have a nice trip," the woman smiled warmly at Evilla.
"Oh, I will," she said in spite of herself. Now, for the first time in six years, Evilla Frost was on her way back to Wales to see her parents. Then she was off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, to accomplish her first mission as a dark wizard. To get rid of James Potter and before they knew what hit him. After all, Master didn't want anybody to get in the way, and from what he knew, he most definitely would.
***
James Potter was not a normal boy. He was as far from normal as you could get. James was a wizard. But he didn't know it until his eleventh birthday, July 1.
James had a nice quiet birthday party with his family and Sirius Black. Sirius's family was also there. The two families had been friends since James's parents were in college, and his mom and Sirius's mom had even gotten pregnant around the same time. James Potter and Sirius Black were inseparable. "Always up to no good," was what their first grade teacher, Mrs. Andrews, had said.
After a third helping of cake and ice cream, the adults gave each other knowing looks.
"We'd better be going now Sylvia, thank you so much for having us over," Mrs. Black said, "And Happy Birthday, James, dear."
"Aw, come on, mum, we're-" Sirius objected.
"Sirius," she warned.
He let out a loud sigh and reluctantly got up.
"I'll let you know about golfing tomorrow, Dave," Mr. Black promised.
"Come on, Hal," Mrs. Black said. The Blacks said their thank you's and farewells, and left out the door. David Potter cleared his throat.
"Son, we have to talk to you," he said.
"Yes," Sylvia Potter agreed.
"Yeah?" James questioned. This must be something really bad or really serious, or both, because his parents never did this.
"The...er, test results are in, and..." his mother stammered.
"The point is James, you're a wizard," David finished. James stared at him, dumbfounded. A wave of emotions washed over him. Happiness, confusion, excitement, fear.
"I'm a what?" he whispered.
"A wizard! Just like us! We're so proud of you!" his mother said happily. She jumped up and gave him a huge hug.
"Ugh...mum gettoff me!" he screamed.
David just sat there, beaming at him.
You see, there was really no way to tell if you had magic blood in you until you were around eleven years old, when the blood was fully developed. His parents took him to the wizard doctor and had him tested, but James didn't think there was any way he, James Potter, the tall gangling, mischievous boy with the hair that always stood up in the back, and the glasses that he constantly had to push up his nose, had a drop of magic blood in him. So James had basically had given up hope. Boy, did his attitude change now.
"W-will I be going to Hogwarts?" James asked. He was too excited he couldn't even speak.
"See for yourself," David said. He handed him an envelope written in sparkling green ink.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleases to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. The Hogwarts Express leaves from King's Cross Station at 11:00 a.m., off of platform nine and three quarters. Hope to see you there!
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
James looked up at his parents and grinned. This had to be the best day of his life.
"Tomorrow we will go to Tiablon Alley," his father told him, "we need to get your supplies."
***
James had a wonderful time in Tiablon Alley. He bought all of his school books, some robes (proper wizard attire), an owl (Owl Post was the wizards' way of delivering mail) and best of all, his very own magic wand. James loved to wave it around and make it shoot purple sparks, the way it did when he tried it out in the wand shop. His wand was made of cherry wood, with a unicorn's tail hair in the core of the wand. It was 10 inches long. He was examining his wand for the 17th time when he heard Sirius's secret knock at the door.
"Hey," Sirius said, when James swung open the door.
"Hi, I was just..." James's voice trailed off. He wasn't sure if he could tell Sirius that he was a wizard.
"Just what?" Sirius asked as he stepped inside.
"Never mind, nothing important," he said quickly. His friend gave him a quizzical look. They walked upstairs to James' room, when suddenly he remembered that all of his wizard stuff was laying on his bed still, and Sirius looked just as surprised as James felt nervous.
"James..." he began, "Why do you have a magic wand and wizard's robes?" he asked. Sirius picked up one of his books and read, "From Needles to Beetles, A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration"
"Well, that's uh..." James was at a loss for words. But wait. How had Sirius known they were wizard's robes and a magic wand?
"With all this stuff it looks to me as if you pretending to be a wizard," he said with a twinkle in his eye. James flinched. Suddenly, Sirius grinned at him.
"James, I came over to tell you something," he said mischievously.
"What?" he said, exasperated. Sirius was confusing him.
"You have to come to my house so I can tell you!" Sirius told him. "Come on!" Sirius dragged him out of his room, down the stairs, out the door, and around the block to Sirius's house.
"OW! Let go of me already, you moron!" he yelled.
"Come on!" he said anxiously, and dragged James to his room and shut the door. He hated it when Sirius did this.
"Wha-?" What James saw made him gasp. Laying Sirius's bed were black robes, spellbooks, a cauldron, and a wand.
"I'm pretending, too,"