-Hogwarts, 1996, somewhere in the Scottish Highlands-
It was afternoon, the air a bit chilly as it was November, the sky partly cloudly, yet the sun was beaming upon a drafty, old, majestic castle called Hogwarts. This was the beloved school whom wizards and witches of 11 years to 17 years of age, attend from September to June. Deep inside the castle, down a hall of stairs, around the corner, and through a door is the classroom where a famous wizard is sitting in.
His name is Harry James Potter, the Boy Who Lived, but he didn't care as the raven-haired, green-eyed boy was grieving for his lost godfather, Sirius Black, who was killed by his own crazy cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange, and thrown backwards into a strange doorway called the Veil. His own best friends on either side of him was quite worried about Harry; the red-haired tall boy by the name of Ron Weasley, and the bushy-brown haired girl by the name of Hermione Granger.
The trio are part of a House called Gryffindor, and Gryffindor has a famous rivalry with another House called Slytherin, who loved to taunt the trio heavily, especially a blonde boy called Draco Malfoy. The class are 6th years, being 15-16 years old. They are learning Potions, yet the teacher isn't adored or loved by the Gryffindors as there has been points taken off every year for ridiculous behavior and nonsense. His name is Severus Snape, a wavy/greasy black haired man with black eyes. He has a big bias hatred upon Harry just because he reminded Severus of his father, James Potter who bullied Severus when they were young.
Severus stared out over the class, "As you are lucky to get into my sacred OWL class, today we are making two potions. Slytherins, you will work upon the Teleportation Potion, and Gryffindors, you will work upon the Elixir of Hope. Do these notes and follow them as exactly. Proceed.". He cast two notes which are split into two parts on the blackboard, and then sat behind his desk to grade some papers. Harry exhaled heavily, dragging himself to do the potion with his best friends gratefully helping him.
His thoughts was full of Sirius Black, the smiling, silver-gray eyed, black haired godfather, who really loved him so much, caring for him, calling him 'Pup' occasionally. He wished so hard to have Sirius back, but he knew Sirius can't come back as he stirred the potion clockwise, unknowing that across the aisle, is Draco Malfoy snickering as he whispered something to one of his friends, slipping in a bowl of his own potion. He then walked over as Ron was trying to read the book, and Hermione was in the potion closet, and poured the bowl into Harry's potion.
It happened so fast, the two potions was warring against each other, and there was a explosion, and screaming from the class as the cauldron fell into Harry's chest, there was a glow with Harry's yell of surprise, Snape getting up in shock as he tried to clean the potions off Harry, but it was no use as a bright flash appeared out of nowhere, then a minute later, the class was missing one student, the Harry Potter. The silence pierced the air as there was a question in everybody's minds. Where is Harry Potter?
