The Fifth House
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Disclaimer: I don't know how many times you've heard this, but this is a story where I own the plot, and maybe a few characters later in the story. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. Please don't hurt me! She owns all of the rest, the whole enchilada {I like enchiladas!}, including Hogwarts, all the characters, the whole wizarding world according to the HP books thing, and all that mad fun stuff. Please review!
Some day I'll write a book. Until then…
Curtains up {I love that saying}!
Prologue
Not everyone gets accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But everyone who makes it in is accepted somewhere within the school, everyone fits in, in one of the four houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin.
Or so the others think so.
Each house was founded by a wizard who exemplified certain traits, and wanted those students who shared these same traits to be put together. Godric Gryffindor was one of extreme bravery and chivalry beyond all means. Helga Hufflepuff was a picture of kindness and loyalty. Rowena Ravenclaw was by far the most clever, surely a genius in her time. Finally, there was Salazar Slytherin, who was sly and cunning, and knew what he wanted and did anything to get it.
Students at Hogwarts all fit in somewhere, and are sorted by an enchanted hat in their first year. The "Sorting Hat" was a way to make sure each student was where he or she belonged; it was a way to secure that after the time of the four founders was ended. It was the perfect solution.
But what about the students who didn't belong?
In 991, when Hogwarts was a relatively new school, a student came to Hogwarts, like the others. She took the Express from Kings Cross, like the others. When her name was called, she nervously walked wearily up to the stool and the Sorting Hat, waiting to find out where her destiny at Hogwarts lay. Just like the others.
The hat was placed delicately on her head. She took a deep breath, and was going to hold it in until the hat blurted something out. But she couldn't hold her breath past 3 minutes. Headmaster Doppelganger rose out of his velvet-covered chair, and inspected the hat thoroughly. To make sure that nothing was wrong, the next first year was called upon, and five seconds in was placed in Ravenclaw. The Sorting went on until Zeroka, Casmir was placed in Gryffindor. It was decided that this student would be placed in Slytherin, as that's where her parents were.
It was soon evident that she did not belong in Slytherin, she was far too clever, and so she was switched to Ravenclaw. Her grades dropped, and she was placed in Hufflepuff. She was caught in a Wizard's Duel with her best friend, so she was switched yet again to Gryffindor, with her and the staff and Headmaster Doppelganger hoping for the best. Truly, she wasn't very brave, but since nothing bad came out of it, she remained there. But she never truly belonged.
The next year, a first year boy had the same problem, and eventually was decided to be placed in Hufflepuff
The year after that, nothing happened, the teachers and headmaster regained hope.
The year after that, another first year boy was put in Ravenclaw, just because he aced one piece of homework. There was another that year of 995, when one more girl was placed in Slytherin, when it was noticeable she was too nice to be there, but an average student who broke promises often and was cowardly.
In 995, The Circle was completed.
Two years later, the four unwanted ones formed a Circle, binding each other together for eternity. They are still bound, though they are also dead. They were in their own house, and told noone. It was their little secret. They had meetings in secret places even less obviously known of as the Chamber of Secrets. Only the Circle Ones knew where. And they'll never tell. They went farther in Charms and History of Magic then most had, and discovered an Evil.
An Evil so powerful, that for four years they ran the school by it, planning for the next coming of the reborn Circle they called Terces. They planned for the rebirth to be 1000 years from the year that the final member of the Circle came to Hogwarts, when smaller evils would steal the world's attention. They were always a group to come into something quietly, and not make a huge entrance. Only when Hogwarts hallucinated temporary relief of evil would they see what was coming. Things would be different. The people within its walls wouldn't notice for a while, but the castle would. The Evil would pose itself higher the any wizard, and if the Circle completes it's rebirth, the Evil will never cease existence.
It is the year 1995, and things have already begun to change.
Curtains Close!
Author's Note: So what did you think? Should I get to the first chapter? Finish it, let alone start it? Please review, this is my first fan fiction, and I would so unbelievably appreciate any reviews! If you review mine, I'll review yours!
Words of wisdom: No matter how hard you push against the door, you still have to turn the doorknob.
Trust me on this one; I discovered it one day in my basement…
Anyways, PLEASE REVIEW!
Thanx! I love you all!
Ciao!
~Starry