Disclaimer: I'm obviously not the genius that is J. K. Rowling. Anything you recognize is not mine, but my OC and her role is.
A/N: So I finally decided to write a fanfic. This is the story of the almost chosen ones. They are not the almost chosen ones, but now are the chosen, because then they wouldn't be almost, would they. This is not a girl-harry story. I figure there are enough of those. Maybe one day I'll do my own take on it, maybe not. It'll be mostly cannon, although she will affect things more as time goes on. I'm really excited to do years 4 and 5 but I'm trying not to rush it. So you clicked my story something must have intrigued you. I'm sure it will get better the more I write as I get more into it. I'll try to update as frequently as I can. So go on give it a shot and tell me what you think.
Prologue
Summer 1980
Pain. Utterly indescribable, unbearable pain was the only thing that he could comprehend. Where was he? Who was he? At the moment he didn't know. All he knew was that white-hot knives were piercing every inch of his skin, that was practically on fire. His head was about to explode, or maybe implode, he wasn't quite sure. There was this screeching noise that was piercing his ears, which he realized was coming from him when the excruciating pain suddenly stopped.
"Severus," he hissed as he walked across the room petting a giant snake that was draped over him. "Do I accept failure?"
"No, My Lord." Though he did not dare look up, he could feel the piercing glare that the Dark Lord was shooting him through the snakelike slits that were his eyes. "Then why, do my Death Eaters return to tell me that they were not capable to complete the tasks that I assigned them?" Apparently he was not the only one to fail the Dark Lord today, which explained why the torture from the Cruciatus Curse was much more intense than usual. "All I wanted was for you to acquire a teaching position at Hogwarts to spy on that dumb old fool Dumbledore. Was that too much to ask?" He had to contain his shiver that crawled down his spine at the hiss of Nagini, who seemed to want to comfort her Master.
"No, My Lord, but I overheard crucial information, a prophecy, from the interview for the new Divination teaching position." The air was now charged with a different kind of intensity. "A prophecy?" He felt a heavy presence trying to penetrate his mind. He thought of the memory he knew that the Dark Lord wanted to avoid further mental torture.
"The One with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies..."
"I cannot be defeated! Not by a measly prophecy. Not by an unborn child. Even if I have to kill every family with a child born at the end of July myself." Severus's lips thinned because he was sure that he would.
The First Day of the Rest of My Life
At the brink of dawn I immediately opened my eyes and an unconscious grin split across my face. Now don't get me wrong-I am definitely not a morning person, but today was not just any morning. Today would be better than Christmas. Today, I was going to Hogwarts.
I pulled back the comforter and got out of bed. I silently tiptoed out of my room, down the hall and into my brothers room. I ran a mini sprint before I jumped onto his bed. "Nev! Nev! Wake up! WAKE UP!" He mumbled for me to "shut the bloody hell up" and pushed me off the bed. I didn't feel a thing so I just got right back on and kept jumping on the bed. It was time to pull out all the stops. "Wake up, wake up, you sleepy head! Wake up, wake up, get out of bed! It's time to start the day hurray! Hurray!" I sang in an obnoxious tone.
"I'm up! I'm up! You know I hate that stupid song Callie." he grumbled as he was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "I know, Nev" I said mischievously, "That was the point, but it's September 1." His eyes widened. "Why didn't you say so!" I tried to blow away a strand of hair from in front of my face, but then tucked it behind my ear when it fell right back where it was. "I just did." I turned my head towards the door and took a whiff before looking back at my brother, who was mirroring my smile. "Waffles!" We yelled simultaneously before we tried pushing each other to the side to get through the door first, down the stairs and into the kitchen where Gran and Mimsy, our house elf, were making breakfast.
"What would Mr. And Missus like with they're waffles?" Mimsy asked. "Strawberries, please." I said licking my lips. "I want blueberries, thanks Mimsy." Neville replied.
"Please tell me that you two have already finished packing your things into your trunks last night." I nodded with a mouthful of waffles and saw Neville, out of the corner of my eye, trying to avoid Gran's knowing gaze. "Neville..." she arched her eyebrow. "I started it..." he mumbled before stuffing another forkful of waffles into his mouth. I snorted a little. Of course Nev didn't finish packing. I bet he already lost some of his supplies in his room even though we went to Diagon Alley three days ago.
Neville jumped a little in his chair when my new kneazle Tiger Lily, Ty for short, sneaked in between his legs from out of no where before settling at my feet. His eyes widened as he looked back up as if he just remembered something, "Has anyone seen Trevor?" We all looked around for the sneaky and elusive toad that Great Uncle Algie gave him for getting accepted into Hogwarts. I got my lovely little orange bundle of fur that is my kneazle. All of a sudden Trevor hopped off of the top of one of the counters and onto his head before letting out a loud ribbit. I couldn't help it and burst out laughing at the look of shock on his face. "Then off you go. Finish packing and get ready we have to leave for the platform in a few hours." Gran ordered.
Next thing I knew we were at Kings Cross Station in London heading towards the Platform 9 3/4. In front of the wall separating platforms 9 and 10, that served as a portal to platform 9 ¾, were a crowd of red heads, which must be the Weasley's, showing a dark haired boy how to get onto the platform. I wonder why he's all alone. They were gone by the time we got to the barrier.
As he was saying goodbye to Gran on the platform, Neville lost Trevor. Again. He ran off in the direction that Trevor hopped. I heard a few exclamations as I was hugging Gran, probably from Neville running into them on his crazy search for Trevor. She squeezed me again before letting me go. "Now Callalily, I want you to watch out for your brother. Make sure he doesn't stumble into too much trouble and don't stumble too much yourself, you hear? I know your parents would be so proud of the two of you and I wish that they would have been able to be here to see you off as well. Send me letters every week and I'll read it when I go to visit them. Tell your brother to write as well." I wiped away a single tear that managed to escape as she gave me another quick hug. I wish that they could be here too. "Now go find your brother. The train is almost ready to leave." After I took a few steps in the other direction, I turned back around and gave one last wave.
Honestly, I'm having a bit more trouble writing second year than I did first year. While I am doing this for myself, I know you all would be happy (I'd be ecstatic!) if I finished second year this month. So if you're just reading my story and you like it, please vote for it. If your too lazy to leave then just spend 30 seconds and leave a review, I'd really appreciate it. Tell me what you think. Tell me what you like, what you don't like, anything. You don't know what it means to me every time I get a review, no matter how small. It really helps re-reading your comments when I've only been looking at a blinking cursor and I could really use the inspiration. So please press that favorite/follow button and review. Next chapter should be up soon. Until next time, Mads.
P.S I noticed that there was a big jump in views between the first and second chapter so I decided to split them up in case it was too long. Do you prefer less frequent, but longer chapters or more frequent, but shorter chapters?