Hey! This is my first submission _ don't kill me if you find a spelling/grammar error! I hope you like it! I made it one day so I'm just doing a test run!

~Chapter 1~

Oh sweet misery, another year at Hogwart's Witch Craft and Wizardry.

Cain Penncraft sighed, I would think father would at least get me into a better institute for my superior learning capabilities, I thought, I mean I have been at the top of my class all five years that I've been in this hell hole.

I looked up at the spiraling staircase leading to the Headmaster's office, I hope that barmy old git finally came to his senses over the summer. I knocked on the door and, without waiting for a response, barged in.

"Oh! Mr. Penncraft what a delight to see you my boy." Albus Dumbledore's eyes were sparkling with mirth.

My eye twitched. Same old Headmaster, I thought with malice upon seeing the annoying twinkle in his eyes, still hasn't found his senses yet it seems…

The Headmaster seemed to ignore my obvious hate for him, and continued smiling merrily as if Christmas had come early. I sat down in the chair opposite from his desk and proceeded in glaring at him, waiting for the reason as to why I was called so late at night.

"I'm so sorry for calling you this late, I assume I was not disturbing your studies?" he said with a knowing smile.

Damn him...he must've known I was walking around the dungeons at night…again.

I grumbled my response; neither a yes nor a no.

"Very well," he said sighing, "I've called you to my office to discuss a certain event that took place today…"

Yeah like that narrows it down a lot, you old coot. I raised my eyebrow at him, encouraging him to continue.

"…involving a certain Gryffindor."

Oh. I smirked, "He brought it upon himself, Headmaster." I said offhandedly.

Albus Dumbledore sighed, shaking his head at my obvious amusement for the fight. "Mr. Penncraft," he began, "who was the one who provoked first?"

"…me…" I said letting my eyes wander across the room, "But he was the one who threw the first punch!" I finished indignantly, looking at him heatedly.

"Not the point, my boy," he sighed, "The point is that you encouraged the fight, you instigated the fight, and I believe you sought him out for the fight I presume?"

I crossed my arms angrily, frustrated that he had figured that much out. "It's not my fault, though, that he fought back! He could've just walked away with his little group of adherents!" I was beyond angry now, Just thinking about that bastard makes me angry!

"It hasn't even been a full week of school yet, Mr. Penncraft. I expected you to refrain yourself from getting into any fights with Mr. Avis this year." Although what the Headmaster said was a warning, his eyes continued to twinkle with amusement at Cain not being able to keep his hands off of Ty Avis.

Ty Avis was Cain Penncraft's worst enemy. They fought the first year of Hogwart's and have ever since. It also didn't help that they were in two different houses, very aggressive houses in that fact. Cain was apart of the Slytherin house; for his cunning, intelligence, and his powerful nature. Ty, on the other hand, was apart of the Gryffindor house for his: natural leadership, courage, and his ferocious power. The two most popular houses also had the two most gifted wizards of their time.

Cain scoffed, "But it's oh so very hard to refrain from punching the living daylights out of the insolent little Gryffindor…"

The headmaster smiled.

Oh no…he has an idea. And knowing him it won't be pleasant for me. Cain thought with anxiety.

"Oh look at the time," the Headmaster said without looking down at his pocket watch, "I do believe it's time for you to go back to your dormitory now." He smiled, "I shall see you tomorrow at breakfast Mr. Penncraft. Good night."

I nodded my head with suspicion "Good night Headmaster." I said with some unease. I got up and walked towards the door, hearing his pet phoenix croon with drowsiness.

"I know Fawkes," Albus Dumbledore said to his pet, who sat upon the perch behind his desk, "we have a lot in store for tomorrow, now don't we?"

I walked down the staircase hearing the door close behind me softly.

Muttering to myself, I set off towards the dungeons where the Slytherin dormitory resided; all the while, hearing the ghosts whisper through the castle on their nightly strolls.

"Damn you Albus Dumbledore," I muttered to myself, "I know you're scheming something…"

[End Chapter I]