Notes: Yes. Dreaded Original Characters. But did you really want *another*
HP fic? No. I didn't think so ( I'm tired of reading about romances and
weird characterizations, so I did my own characters. I mean, I could have
used one of the named but not really characterized ones, but, that seemed
boring to me. I'll leave that to people who like them and do it better then
I. I tried to be accurate to the JKR's world, but I know the feeling is a
bit off. Not enough magical mechanics I think. I'll have to work on that.
Otherwise, I don't think these two boys are too Mary-sueish. They might be
a bit, but that's because their characterization isn't what it should be
yet. Hopefully that comes around in future chapters.
I also don't know if they're interesting to anyone except me.
There will be Cameos from the canon characters, because this IS Hogwarts,
and it would be hard to ignore it completely. Hopefully it won't suck. If
I get the world down by the end of the story-and there will be multiple
parts-maybe I'll attempt something with the TM Characters.
Legal Stuff: Everything is mine except the JKR's world. Eric and Sebastian are mine, but their last names aren't. I borrowed those for the story's purpose. Also they bite, so if you want them, steal them at your own risk. They're brats.
Credit: The title is based on a song, and then mutated. I'm pretty sure there are dozens of influences by other fic-writers in here. I'm well aware that Eric is a Seishirou-lite character. If you know what I mean by that, you've been warned.
Feedback: If it's constructive. I need work on getting the feel of JKR's world and I'm pretty sure my grammar could use work too. Nice things are appreciated, but I don't want feedback for the sake of feedback. Also, flames are..kind of stupid at this point, since I can't think of what I could be flamed about. Except maybe OCs.
Books of the Burning Sun by Kazahaya A take on the Harry Potter world
"Potter and the rest of his Gryffindor rat-pack are up to something." Eric muttered, closing the door to the empty classroom he and the other boy, Sebastian were occupying. Sebastian was seated at one of the desks pulling parchment and a quill from his bag, doing his best to ignore Eric's presence.
".And I care because?" Sebastian replied. Flat. Monotone. Not even bothering to glance up at the other boy with an annoyed look.
Eric crossed the room to sit next to Sebastian. He glanced at the parchment and wrinkled his nose. Sebastian ignored his look as he had dismissed his earlier observation, and handed him a quill and a piece of parchment before turning to his own, a look of concentration on his face. Eric plucked the quill from the other boy's hand and smoothed out a piece of parchment, but stared at it, rather then beginning to write.
The two boys, Eric Lestranges and Sebastian Boot, students of the rather elite wizard school of Hogwarts, had detention assignments. Each, for reasons quite different from the other, had to have an essay done before bed. The consequence of not finishing was hinted to be quite unpleasant, such as helping Hagrid clean up after some new animal. Or in Sebastian's case, extra tutoring. And Dumbledor had promised, it would be with a student whose personality clashed immensely with his.
Eric's essay was on the consequences of transfiguring the wolf's bane potion into green muggle koolaid. More specifically, it was an essay on why he should never ever do it again.
Of course, Eric technically knew why he 'shouldn't' do it. Well, no, he knew why other people thought he shouldn't do it. He just cared very little for the reasons, and didn't particularly agree with them. He had been more curious to see if he had the skill to do it or not, rather then worry about some nameless, hypothetical stranger. Nameless strangers didn't interest him very much, and even had it been someone he did know, he doubted he would care too much either. He was a bastard like that, as his friend Richard liked to put it.
Eric knew why he was here. He'd done something, and gotten caught. But didn't know why Sebastian was here. As far as he knew, the Ravenclaw was a model student. While neither of the boys had ever really associated, everyone knew Sebastian's reputation. He had nothing less then top-marks and model behaviour. Even those who didn't know him well, knew he was headed for a bright future. The ministry had already been around to talk to his professors. Of course, just as everyone knew he was bright and promising, the story of that meeting had gotten around. It was rumoured that Sebastian had refused to work for the Ministry of Magic on the basis that most of them running things, were complete and utter morons, and he would rather crawl into a hole and die, then work for the government. Fudge had gotten red in the face and Sebastian was quickly excused from Dumbledore's office.
Of course, it had only taken two days before Harry Potter had done something interesting, and as there was a collective case of Potter- obsession, the school had forgotten about Sebastian's rude words.
Eric looked over at the parchment that Sebastian was hunched over, curious about why such a perfect student would be in detention, writing an essay, with someone like himself.
"Mind your business Lestranges." Sebastian grumbled, catching the other boy looking at the beginnings of his essay. He shifted slightly, using his arm and shoulder to block his papers. Sebastian had managed to write several of them by this point, and Eric had yet to start.
"Touchy." Eric commented, mockery in his voice. But he didn't push the matter, and turned back to his own parchment, trying to think of how best to appease his annoyed teachers. He hadn't seen what Sebastian had been writing. His handwriting had been small and just a little too far away. There was something about a book, and Ravenclaw pride, but Eric hadn't been able to make out anything else.
The easiest way, Eric decided (tho he struggled slightly to get his mind on topic,) was to tell McGongall what she wanted to hear. He was pretty sure that she wouldn't appreciate hearing his thoughts on the transfiguring issue. It might even result in more essays. Or a more watchful eye on his extracurricular activities. He planned on avoiding that, since that was the few things that kept him interested in wizard school. The fact that being a Wizard, was being better then a muggle.
But he still had to make it tolerable. Pranks and un-approved experimentations were the ways in which he went about appeasing his boredom.
By and by, the two boys finished their essays. Sebastian left the class- room much sooner then Eric did, with a "Later, Slytherin." as his only acknowledgement, before slipping out, and leaving Eric to struggle through half an essay. Eric finished, eventually, and went to hand it in, before returning to the Slytherin wing of the school. He crawled into bed for a few hours of sleep, thankful that it was the weekend, and he would be able to sleep in.
When Eric made it down to breakfast, it was well into the morning, and breakfast was almost over. His Slytherin friends were there, gossiping amongst themselves, and he eagerly took a seat and helped himself to the last of the food on the table, even as the house-elves were starting to clean up. He growled at them and they went to find another table to tidy, while he helped himself to the food.
"How did the essay go? Richard Zabini asked, grinning. It had been his idea about the potion, but only Eric had gotten caught. Eric of course hadn't said anything about his having accomplices. Richard ruffled Eric's dark hair good naturedly while taking a seat beside his friend. He plucked a strip of bacon off Eric's plate, and was rewarded with a warning slap to the hand from the back of Eric's fork. Richard's grin widened, but he put the bacon back onto the plate, knowing better then trying to take something Eric had claimed as his own. Even if it was something as insignificant as Bacon. He'd gotten off light, because he was a friend. If it had been anyone but his best friend, Eric would have used the pointy ends of the fork instead of the flat.
Richard Zabini was a typical Slytherin bully, except he had rather good teeth, moderate Intelligence and was fairly attractive. One of the more attractive members of the house, if one was being truthful. Then again, that wasn't hard given the disposition of most of the Slytherins. Richard came from a well off wizard family, and was generally dressed better then everyone except Malfoy. Of course, he thought his own peculiar style of wizard and muggle clothing combination looked far better then tailored wizard robes all the time. Richard prided himself in his appearance and he could afford to dress the way he wanted, despite the cost of nice muggle clothing. Of course, it wasn't very different then how most of the other houses dressed, but Eric didn't feel the need to point that out. Richard generally passed off clothes he was tired of to Eric and his other friends. Richard's family could afford to buy and send him new ones. His mother hunted werewolves for the Ministry, and his father had worked with dragons up until a few years ago when he'd retired due to injury. He was getting an enormous pension because of it. It wasn't surprising to anyone, when Richard had excelled in handling magical creatures. Despite the fact that he was a slytherin, and thus a pariah, Hagrid didn't seem to mind him hanging about, and he had on occasion gone down to take a look at some new creature the giant had acquired. Richard fancied himself as a future dangerous-animals hunter, and no one questioned the likelihood of that happening. He was a dangerous young man. Not many people saw the predator's glint in his eyes, but it was there. It was just well hidden.
Eric, unlike Richard, had less positive things to say about his family. He generally shrugged his shoulders when it came up, rather then proudly declaring their employments in the Ministry. Both of his parents were insane and imprisoned in Azkaban as staunch and un-renouncing Voldemort supporters. Before their imprisonment, they had tortured and killed no small number of muggle and wizard families. And they were among the few who had not pretended to be under the influence of curses, when Voldemort was defeated. As such, based mostly on his parent's reputation, no one bothered with him, tho he tended to be on the short list of suspects whenever something went wrong. Of course, it also meant that he'd only had to use the pointy ends of the fork once, back in his second year, and no one had bothered to push him too much.
Given the reputation of his family and his willingness to fight just about anyone if it came to it, he didn't have to worry about bullies like Richard. Instead, he became friends with them. Of course, they both had scars from their first serious fight, but it had earned the other respect enough to become friend.
"I finished the paper in time. Barely. " Eric said, once he had finished chewing. He took the strip of Bacon that Richard had tried to steal, and bit into it. "But you'll never guess who my detention-mate was."
Several Slytherin's turned their attention to Eric and he finished chewing his bacon, making them wait for him to tell them.
"The bright and promising, and even so brilliant Sebastian Boot." he answered, pronouncing the words in as snobby a sounding voice as he could. It was an obvious imitation of someone, which although the Slytherin's couldn't name, didn't make it any less amusing. There were a few gaping mouths, some snickers, and then finally Richard laughed loudly and with genuine amusement. Eric smirked. At least HE had gotten the joke...
"He seemed too perfect to be true. Good to know even the most talented boy Hogwarts has had since Dumbledore, isn't as perfect as he would like everyone to think he is."
"Or he was really just too dumb, and got caught at whatever he was doing!" Maria Bulstrode chirped cheerfully.
Maria was a pale girl with her sights on Eric (and who had managed to sit next to him at breakfast) although she wasn't really part of Richard and Eric's inner circle of friends. She was snobby and proper and really just too annoying for any long term dealings. She was talented enough, however, so was generally not actively excluded. She had a habit of thinking down about everyone, and had never truly believed that Sebastian was as intelligent as others made him out to be. Then again, that was the general opinion of most of the Slytherins regarding most of the non-Slytherin students. Unfortunately, Maria tended to be loud, too.
The chuckles and snide comments continued, fired by general Slytherin arrogance and contempt, while Eric finished up his breakfast. As he was finishing, he happened to glance over at the Ravenclaw table where Sebastian sat, surrounded by his own group of friends. He was surprised to see that Sebastian was staring at them with narrowed eyes. Sebastian's gold eyes weren't the only ones narrowed in anger however. It seemed quite a few of the older Ravenclaws had heard the insult to their top student, and as such taken the insult to reflect on all of them, and their house.
That morning, an unspoken war was declared. At least in the minds of the Ravenclaws. They were insulted and although generally low key (Usually to the point of obscurity) and usually pleasant, plans of self-righteous vindication were being formed.
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Legal Stuff: Everything is mine except the JKR's world. Eric and Sebastian are mine, but their last names aren't. I borrowed those for the story's purpose. Also they bite, so if you want them, steal them at your own risk. They're brats.
Credit: The title is based on a song, and then mutated. I'm pretty sure there are dozens of influences by other fic-writers in here. I'm well aware that Eric is a Seishirou-lite character. If you know what I mean by that, you've been warned.
Feedback: If it's constructive. I need work on getting the feel of JKR's world and I'm pretty sure my grammar could use work too. Nice things are appreciated, but I don't want feedback for the sake of feedback. Also, flames are..kind of stupid at this point, since I can't think of what I could be flamed about. Except maybe OCs.
Books of the Burning Sun by Kazahaya A take on the Harry Potter world
"Potter and the rest of his Gryffindor rat-pack are up to something." Eric muttered, closing the door to the empty classroom he and the other boy, Sebastian were occupying. Sebastian was seated at one of the desks pulling parchment and a quill from his bag, doing his best to ignore Eric's presence.
".And I care because?" Sebastian replied. Flat. Monotone. Not even bothering to glance up at the other boy with an annoyed look.
Eric crossed the room to sit next to Sebastian. He glanced at the parchment and wrinkled his nose. Sebastian ignored his look as he had dismissed his earlier observation, and handed him a quill and a piece of parchment before turning to his own, a look of concentration on his face. Eric plucked the quill from the other boy's hand and smoothed out a piece of parchment, but stared at it, rather then beginning to write.
The two boys, Eric Lestranges and Sebastian Boot, students of the rather elite wizard school of Hogwarts, had detention assignments. Each, for reasons quite different from the other, had to have an essay done before bed. The consequence of not finishing was hinted to be quite unpleasant, such as helping Hagrid clean up after some new animal. Or in Sebastian's case, extra tutoring. And Dumbledor had promised, it would be with a student whose personality clashed immensely with his.
Eric's essay was on the consequences of transfiguring the wolf's bane potion into green muggle koolaid. More specifically, it was an essay on why he should never ever do it again.
Of course, Eric technically knew why he 'shouldn't' do it. Well, no, he knew why other people thought he shouldn't do it. He just cared very little for the reasons, and didn't particularly agree with them. He had been more curious to see if he had the skill to do it or not, rather then worry about some nameless, hypothetical stranger. Nameless strangers didn't interest him very much, and even had it been someone he did know, he doubted he would care too much either. He was a bastard like that, as his friend Richard liked to put it.
Eric knew why he was here. He'd done something, and gotten caught. But didn't know why Sebastian was here. As far as he knew, the Ravenclaw was a model student. While neither of the boys had ever really associated, everyone knew Sebastian's reputation. He had nothing less then top-marks and model behaviour. Even those who didn't know him well, knew he was headed for a bright future. The ministry had already been around to talk to his professors. Of course, just as everyone knew he was bright and promising, the story of that meeting had gotten around. It was rumoured that Sebastian had refused to work for the Ministry of Magic on the basis that most of them running things, were complete and utter morons, and he would rather crawl into a hole and die, then work for the government. Fudge had gotten red in the face and Sebastian was quickly excused from Dumbledore's office.
Of course, it had only taken two days before Harry Potter had done something interesting, and as there was a collective case of Potter- obsession, the school had forgotten about Sebastian's rude words.
Eric looked over at the parchment that Sebastian was hunched over, curious about why such a perfect student would be in detention, writing an essay, with someone like himself.
"Mind your business Lestranges." Sebastian grumbled, catching the other boy looking at the beginnings of his essay. He shifted slightly, using his arm and shoulder to block his papers. Sebastian had managed to write several of them by this point, and Eric had yet to start.
"Touchy." Eric commented, mockery in his voice. But he didn't push the matter, and turned back to his own parchment, trying to think of how best to appease his annoyed teachers. He hadn't seen what Sebastian had been writing. His handwriting had been small and just a little too far away. There was something about a book, and Ravenclaw pride, but Eric hadn't been able to make out anything else.
The easiest way, Eric decided (tho he struggled slightly to get his mind on topic,) was to tell McGongall what she wanted to hear. He was pretty sure that she wouldn't appreciate hearing his thoughts on the transfiguring issue. It might even result in more essays. Or a more watchful eye on his extracurricular activities. He planned on avoiding that, since that was the few things that kept him interested in wizard school. The fact that being a Wizard, was being better then a muggle.
But he still had to make it tolerable. Pranks and un-approved experimentations were the ways in which he went about appeasing his boredom.
By and by, the two boys finished their essays. Sebastian left the class- room much sooner then Eric did, with a "Later, Slytherin." as his only acknowledgement, before slipping out, and leaving Eric to struggle through half an essay. Eric finished, eventually, and went to hand it in, before returning to the Slytherin wing of the school. He crawled into bed for a few hours of sleep, thankful that it was the weekend, and he would be able to sleep in.
When Eric made it down to breakfast, it was well into the morning, and breakfast was almost over. His Slytherin friends were there, gossiping amongst themselves, and he eagerly took a seat and helped himself to the last of the food on the table, even as the house-elves were starting to clean up. He growled at them and they went to find another table to tidy, while he helped himself to the food.
"How did the essay go? Richard Zabini asked, grinning. It had been his idea about the potion, but only Eric had gotten caught. Eric of course hadn't said anything about his having accomplices. Richard ruffled Eric's dark hair good naturedly while taking a seat beside his friend. He plucked a strip of bacon off Eric's plate, and was rewarded with a warning slap to the hand from the back of Eric's fork. Richard's grin widened, but he put the bacon back onto the plate, knowing better then trying to take something Eric had claimed as his own. Even if it was something as insignificant as Bacon. He'd gotten off light, because he was a friend. If it had been anyone but his best friend, Eric would have used the pointy ends of the fork instead of the flat.
Richard Zabini was a typical Slytherin bully, except he had rather good teeth, moderate Intelligence and was fairly attractive. One of the more attractive members of the house, if one was being truthful. Then again, that wasn't hard given the disposition of most of the Slytherins. Richard came from a well off wizard family, and was generally dressed better then everyone except Malfoy. Of course, he thought his own peculiar style of wizard and muggle clothing combination looked far better then tailored wizard robes all the time. Richard prided himself in his appearance and he could afford to dress the way he wanted, despite the cost of nice muggle clothing. Of course, it wasn't very different then how most of the other houses dressed, but Eric didn't feel the need to point that out. Richard generally passed off clothes he was tired of to Eric and his other friends. Richard's family could afford to buy and send him new ones. His mother hunted werewolves for the Ministry, and his father had worked with dragons up until a few years ago when he'd retired due to injury. He was getting an enormous pension because of it. It wasn't surprising to anyone, when Richard had excelled in handling magical creatures. Despite the fact that he was a slytherin, and thus a pariah, Hagrid didn't seem to mind him hanging about, and he had on occasion gone down to take a look at some new creature the giant had acquired. Richard fancied himself as a future dangerous-animals hunter, and no one questioned the likelihood of that happening. He was a dangerous young man. Not many people saw the predator's glint in his eyes, but it was there. It was just well hidden.
Eric, unlike Richard, had less positive things to say about his family. He generally shrugged his shoulders when it came up, rather then proudly declaring their employments in the Ministry. Both of his parents were insane and imprisoned in Azkaban as staunch and un-renouncing Voldemort supporters. Before their imprisonment, they had tortured and killed no small number of muggle and wizard families. And they were among the few who had not pretended to be under the influence of curses, when Voldemort was defeated. As such, based mostly on his parent's reputation, no one bothered with him, tho he tended to be on the short list of suspects whenever something went wrong. Of course, it also meant that he'd only had to use the pointy ends of the fork once, back in his second year, and no one had bothered to push him too much.
Given the reputation of his family and his willingness to fight just about anyone if it came to it, he didn't have to worry about bullies like Richard. Instead, he became friends with them. Of course, they both had scars from their first serious fight, but it had earned the other respect enough to become friend.
"I finished the paper in time. Barely. " Eric said, once he had finished chewing. He took the strip of Bacon that Richard had tried to steal, and bit into it. "But you'll never guess who my detention-mate was."
Several Slytherin's turned their attention to Eric and he finished chewing his bacon, making them wait for him to tell them.
"The bright and promising, and even so brilliant Sebastian Boot." he answered, pronouncing the words in as snobby a sounding voice as he could. It was an obvious imitation of someone, which although the Slytherin's couldn't name, didn't make it any less amusing. There were a few gaping mouths, some snickers, and then finally Richard laughed loudly and with genuine amusement. Eric smirked. At least HE had gotten the joke...
"He seemed too perfect to be true. Good to know even the most talented boy Hogwarts has had since Dumbledore, isn't as perfect as he would like everyone to think he is."
"Or he was really just too dumb, and got caught at whatever he was doing!" Maria Bulstrode chirped cheerfully.
Maria was a pale girl with her sights on Eric (and who had managed to sit next to him at breakfast) although she wasn't really part of Richard and Eric's inner circle of friends. She was snobby and proper and really just too annoying for any long term dealings. She was talented enough, however, so was generally not actively excluded. She had a habit of thinking down about everyone, and had never truly believed that Sebastian was as intelligent as others made him out to be. Then again, that was the general opinion of most of the Slytherins regarding most of the non-Slytherin students. Unfortunately, Maria tended to be loud, too.
The chuckles and snide comments continued, fired by general Slytherin arrogance and contempt, while Eric finished up his breakfast. As he was finishing, he happened to glance over at the Ravenclaw table where Sebastian sat, surrounded by his own group of friends. He was surprised to see that Sebastian was staring at them with narrowed eyes. Sebastian's gold eyes weren't the only ones narrowed in anger however. It seemed quite a few of the older Ravenclaws had heard the insult to their top student, and as such taken the insult to reflect on all of them, and their house.
That morning, an unspoken war was declared. At least in the minds of the Ravenclaws. They were insulted and although generally low key (Usually to the point of obscurity) and usually pleasant, plans of self-righteous vindication were being formed.
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