A/N: Finally, I've written something! I've wanted to for ages but I'm re-reading the Harry Potter series so I can put more detail into the fanfiction. Then the JamesxOC idea came to me and wouldn't go away and I didn't have to finish re-reading before I could write this so here you go! Tell me what you think! The chapters will be longer than this because this is just the prologue. Besides, I have at least another two prologues. Tell me what you think. Any criticism is good enough for me. This story will contain sex with two males (No not at 11 years old this is just introducing Luke). Don't like, don't read.
The Harry Potter universe belongs to the amazing, inspiring J.K. Rowling. I am not making money out of these stories, just twisting and possessing the characters to do my bidding for a while.
"Luke!" His mother's calls filled the corridor for the third time in a row. "If you don't hurry up we won't make it to King's Cross!"
Luke stood there nervously, fiddling with his hair in the bathroom mirror as thoughts rushed through his head like bullets. What if he didn't make any friends? What if he wasn't good enough for Hogwarts? What if they laughed him out of the castle?
He sighed in defeat as his mother's shouts finally sunk into his brain. Early as it may be, it was a long drive from the South Wales Valleys to London. He watched his feet as they led him to a new start of his new life – the life of a wizard.
Stepping slowly down the stairs, Luke thought back to the beginning of summer. It started off like any other summer, but about a week into the holidays when everyone was just starting to get comfortable, something strange happened.
Luke was lying on the sofa, staring at the TV as the channels flipped by. He groaned quietly to himself at the lack of decent programmes that were on that morning.
Deciding to find something else to do, Luke swung his legs off the sofa and got to his feet. He hadn't walked very far before he heard the faint sound of paper hitting stone with a small clunk.
He swung around swiftly, expecting to see his younger sister trying to sneak up on him.
"Amelia!" Luke shouted across the room when he saw that the room was void of any nine year old girls. "Amelia, stop trying to scare me!"
He stood there silently as the clock ticked by a minute, just waiting for the squeak of the floorboards and the familiar squeal of 'Boo!'
But it never came…
What did come, however, was the rushing sound of a door opening and feet crashing loudly down the stairs. Amelia appeared in the living room doorway, her blonde hair frizzy from a long sleep and her pink pyjamas crumpled from lying awkwardly.
"What?" She practically screamed at him from across the room. It was fairly obvious he had just woke her up.
"Oh… sorry. I thought you were sneaking up on me again." He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.
"Not everybody gets up at nine o' clock!"
"It's twelve…"
"Oh…" Amelia said quietly, now fiddling with the sleeve of her pyjama shirt. "Well I should be getting up then…"
"Yes, yes you should." Luke stated with a small hint of triumph in his tone. This earned him a dark scowl from Amelia, which – from years of experience – he knew wasn't a good thing.
"So what's on TV?" She asked, trying as much as she could to walk to the sofa without stumbling from drowsiness.
"Nothing. Bugger all." Luke muttered grumpily.
"Great. And watch your mouth!" She scolded him, the corners of her mouth twitching.
"Oh come on. I bet you'll talk like this when you're older."
"No I most certainly won't!" Amelia retorted in a mock tone of innocence. "I'm a good girl!" And at this they both laughed.
"Sure you are. And I'm King of the Fairies!" He laughed harder still. Amelia didn't join him this time though. Her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as she stared at the fireplace.
"What's that?" She asked, pointing at the small grate.
Luke turned around to face it, following the trail of her pointed finger to the coals of the fireplace. Oddly, there was a piece of paper tucked between two particularly dark coals, making the white paper stand out even more.
"I'm not sure." He answered her, all traces of laughter gone from his voice as he walked towards the mysterious parchment.
As he got closer, he noticed the paper was an envelope. A letter. But for who, he had no idea.
He snatched it quickly from between dark rocks as if it would explode if he went any slower. He could almost feel Amelia rolling her eyes behind him.
Luke dusted the soot off the letter as he moved to examine it with his sister. He wasn't entirely sure why he didn't just call his mother. She was only in the kitchen, the next room over.
But he decided to keep it quiet.
Luke thoughts trailed off as they often did. He hardly noticed the letter being snatched from his hands and getting inspected thoroughly by the young blonde in front of him.
"Luke…" Amelia said quietly, no louder than a whisper. It was enough to pull him out of his daydream though.
"Luke, look at this…" Her voice was getting shaky as she handed him the letter, which put Luke on edge.
He looked down at the slightly browned paper in his hands. Written clearly on the front in emerald green ink was:
Luke Kent
The Sofa Opposite The Television
The Living Room
Luke stared at it for a while longer, completely lost for words. So since he couldn't talk, he decided to open it instead.
"What are you doing?" Amelia hissed at him once she saw his finger fumbling at the seal. It was a strange seal, a golden shield split into four. Each corner of the shield had an animal. A lion, a snake, an eagle and a badger, centred with a black H.
"Opening it." Luke answered her without a second thought.
"You can't go opening strange letters that fell through the chimney!" She was raising her voice now.
"Why not?"
"Whoever sent it knew where you were in the house at that exact time! They could have been staring at you through the window for ages! It could be from some perverted rapist that's been stalking you!" She was screaming at him now.
Luke couldn't help but smile at this though. Amelia knew way too much for her age. He then realised that if she kept shouting like this, their mother was sure to hear them and come and check what's going on.
As if she could read his mind, she rushed through kitchen door to see what all the fuss was about. She was a tall, slim blonde woman, clad in a black apron.
"What's going on here?" Miranda asked lightly but irritably as she made her way to the both of them.
Amelia didn't hesitate in explaining the whole thing to their mother. Kiss up.
"So are you going to open it or not?" Miranda asked Luke after Amelia had finished telling her the story. Luke instantly noticed the twinkle in his mother's eyes as she asked him.
"Mum!" Amelia whined at her mother. Luke however was grinning smugly. He always knew he got his raging curiosity from her.
"Oh go on! We all have to take risks sometimes!" Miranda practically squealed. She sounded as happy as a child on Christmas.
Luke ripped the seal hurriedly, much to his sister's dismay. He didn't care though. All he cared about was finding out what was in this letter. He wasn't expecting anything in particular, but he definitely didn't expect what he saw.
Dear Luke Kent,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Deputy Headmaster, Filius Flitwick.
(An executive will visit to explain shortly)
And sure enough, somebody did come to see them. Somebody that travelled through the fireplace at that very second.
Luke was knocked out of his thoughts as he ran out of steps to walk down, stumbling across the carpet. He managed to steady himself by grabbing onto Amelia. She had insisted on coming to the train station with them, completely fascinated by everything magical.
Amelia shrugged him off her shoulder and his mother immediately started fussing over him.
"Remember to phone me often!" She told him in a slightly teary voice after a thorough brush down.
"Mam, I keep telling you! There's too much magic at Hogwarts, it affects electricity!"
"So how am I going to talk to you while you're away?" She asked him desperately as she fought back sobs. They'd had this conversation plenty of times already, but the message just didn't sink in.
To save Luke from answering, Athena hooted from behind him.
Athena was the white Barn Owl that his mother had bought in Diagon Alley so that they could keep in touch.
His mother was silent for a second, thinking hard. It seemed like she was trying anything to keep him from leaving.
"And how will you message me?" She asked lamely. She already knew the answer; she just wanted him to stay.
Luke opened his mouth to talk but he was cut off by the hoot of Zeus, the Tawny Owl that he would be taking to Hogwarts.
Luke smirked at Miranda, raising an eyebrow as if daring her to make another attempt. If Miranda was pondering this, she had decided against it.
"Oh come on then." She said with a defeated sigh.
He walked across the corridor, stopping briefly by the mirror to fix himself once again. He fiddled with his dark brown hair, trying desperately to get the flick at the side to get down. He gave up though after the fourth attempt. Only when his real eyes caught sight of his mirror eyes did he realise how sad he was. The usually shining blue orbs were duller than usual and slightly glassy.
He tried ignoring it, going back to fixing his hair. It was long, but not too long, thick and springy. However, his attention always got caught on his eyes. They were so sad… and so was he…
He heard the horn of the car beep from outside. He hadn't noticed that his mother and sister had already left the room.
With a sigh, he looked around the white and black room. He knew he had to move or he might just cry. Moving his feet quickly, he muttered a quick goodbye, rushing out the front door.