Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in the Harry Potter books!! They belong to the great J.K. Rowling.. The only char that belongs to me is Liz Taylor..
Rating: PG13 cause I might write something that may not be PG 13ish ::shrugs::
A.N: This is my very first Fanfiction of anyway kind! Please don't seriously flame, if you have to flame, don't make it hurtful (positive flames) cause I'm still trying to get the hang of this!
Chapter 1: The First Day
"Gryffindor!"
"Yes," squealed 11 year old Elizabeth Taylor.
Professor Mc Gonagall removed the worn Sorting Hat from the girl's dirty blonde hair, which was in pigtails at the time.
The girl jumped from the stool and practically skipped to the Gryffindor table.
A few more people were called, then "Oliver Wood!" Prof. Mac Gonagall called out.
The dark blond boy bit his lip as he walked up to the stool. The hat was placed on his head.
Inside his head he heard, "So, boy, you like Quidditch? Haha! You're a good play in your 'pee wee' league, you'll have to do better to compete with the big boys and girls here."
Oliver shut his eyes, crossed his fingers and thought, 'I just want to be good! I want to play for my father's house and make him proud.'
The hat smirked and said aloud, for all to hear, "Gryffindor!"
"Gryffindor?" He repeated as he opened one eye.
Prof. Mac Gonagall took the hat off his head, "Yes, Mr. Wood, Gryffindor!"
Some students laughed.
Oliver opened his eyes and ran to his table.
He sat between Liz and a redhead named Percy Weasley.
Once the sorting was over, Dumbledore did his annual speech, then the food appeared.
Every first yearer was in awe, especially the muggle-born.
Liz looked at the plates and bowls in front of her, her eyes widen. There was so much of everything and nothing seemed to end.
"You..." Oliver shallowed the last of the chicken he was eating, "Sorry. You muggle-born?"
"No, no, no. My parents are both magic. My brother described this place and took pictures, but he never really told me about the feasts and stuff. Its really nice." Liz replied.
The boy nodded in agreement, "I want to learn how to fly, I've done it before but I want to fly well enough to play for the house team next year."
"Me too! I was basically raised near Quidditch," she reached for her glass of juice. "my dad's the chair..." the glass slipped in her hand and spilled on the table and Oliver's robe.
"I'm so sorry!" Liz panicked, she grabbed so napkins to help clean the spill.
Oliver forgave her but was a bit upset, the juice spilled on his brand new robes, his mom would not be pleased. He would change to his nighties later.
After everyone stopped eating, a prefect led everyone to the dorms.
"The password is 'sugarfairy,' if it changes us prefects will let you know," said the prefect boy.
The porthole, picture of a fat lady in a pink dress opened up.
The first year boys followed the girl prefect and the boys followed the boy.
They went in separate ways but the ways was identical. Everyone was split into fives and put in large rooms with five beds with deep red velvet curtains. The trunks were at the end of the beds already.
The children were tired so they went straight to sleep.
Oliver Wood was one of the last to fall asleep. His last thought of the day was 'This is going to be a great 7 years!'
A/n: I do have more story! I just couldn't type it all (its 10:30pm!) I'm tired but I promise you that there is more! I have it written in a book already, not the whole story but some of it! r/r!
Rating: PG13 cause I might write something that may not be PG 13ish ::shrugs::
A.N: This is my very first Fanfiction of anyway kind! Please don't seriously flame, if you have to flame, don't make it hurtful (positive flames) cause I'm still trying to get the hang of this!
Chapter 1: The First Day
"Gryffindor!"
"Yes," squealed 11 year old Elizabeth Taylor.
Professor Mc Gonagall removed the worn Sorting Hat from the girl's dirty blonde hair, which was in pigtails at the time.
The girl jumped from the stool and practically skipped to the Gryffindor table.
A few more people were called, then "Oliver Wood!" Prof. Mac Gonagall called out.
The dark blond boy bit his lip as he walked up to the stool. The hat was placed on his head.
Inside his head he heard, "So, boy, you like Quidditch? Haha! You're a good play in your 'pee wee' league, you'll have to do better to compete with the big boys and girls here."
Oliver shut his eyes, crossed his fingers and thought, 'I just want to be good! I want to play for my father's house and make him proud.'
The hat smirked and said aloud, for all to hear, "Gryffindor!"
"Gryffindor?" He repeated as he opened one eye.
Prof. Mac Gonagall took the hat off his head, "Yes, Mr. Wood, Gryffindor!"
Some students laughed.
Oliver opened his eyes and ran to his table.
He sat between Liz and a redhead named Percy Weasley.
Once the sorting was over, Dumbledore did his annual speech, then the food appeared.
Every first yearer was in awe, especially the muggle-born.
Liz looked at the plates and bowls in front of her, her eyes widen. There was so much of everything and nothing seemed to end.
"You..." Oliver shallowed the last of the chicken he was eating, "Sorry. You muggle-born?"
"No, no, no. My parents are both magic. My brother described this place and took pictures, but he never really told me about the feasts and stuff. Its really nice." Liz replied.
The boy nodded in agreement, "I want to learn how to fly, I've done it before but I want to fly well enough to play for the house team next year."
"Me too! I was basically raised near Quidditch," she reached for her glass of juice. "my dad's the chair..." the glass slipped in her hand and spilled on the table and Oliver's robe.
"I'm so sorry!" Liz panicked, she grabbed so napkins to help clean the spill.
Oliver forgave her but was a bit upset, the juice spilled on his brand new robes, his mom would not be pleased. He would change to his nighties later.
After everyone stopped eating, a prefect led everyone to the dorms.
"The password is 'sugarfairy,' if it changes us prefects will let you know," said the prefect boy.
The porthole, picture of a fat lady in a pink dress opened up.
The first year boys followed the girl prefect and the boys followed the boy.
They went in separate ways but the ways was identical. Everyone was split into fives and put in large rooms with five beds with deep red velvet curtains. The trunks were at the end of the beds already.
The children were tired so they went straight to sleep.
Oliver Wood was one of the last to fall asleep. His last thought of the day was 'This is going to be a great 7 years!'
A/n: I do have more story! I just couldn't type it all (its 10:30pm!) I'm tired but I promise you that there is more! I have it written in a book already, not the whole story but some of it! r/r!