Hey there, HP fandom. Thanks for your interest in this story!

So, after a very tiring trip to orlando and a visit to the wizarding world of Harry Potter, I suddenly had the urge to write a story about it, which is strange, since I always liked the series. Since my things are OC, for now, my only contribuition to the fandom as for now will be a ALL-OC fanfiction about another generation of young wizards. So... Here we are. I hope you all like it!

As a ssmall note, this story is between around The Deathly Hallows and(The tentatively canon) Cursed child, so for now, no scorbus bromance. The story passes around 2008, if Anything. Why such random stuff? I'm actually planning new stuff, so help me out in this one.

Also, a small secret: harry Potter doesn't belong to me, all rights to Mrs. J.K. Rowling. With that said, have a nice read... I hope.

It was just a glimpse...

It was just a small glimpse, a nanosecond not very noticeable by the universe itself, a small space of time between a second and other, unnoticed even by his truly, yet he saw it, a newly sight on his yet so young existence, a sight that would forever be known as his own walk towards maturity; a sight that was never meant to be, yet it happened; a sight which was possibly a sign of his newly adventures in the Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry...

A sight that... Was light-blue.

"Hey..."

"Hah...?"

Another sight, this time, a deeper shade of blue, a darker shade of blue. Brown eyes turned upwards to see the author of such voice, and from the black robes, the Hogwarts crest, and flowing golden locks, he saw dark blue eyes staring right back at him. Fair skin tinted in pink; and hands now reaching for the lower part of her uniform, covering the part the wind so dangerously exposed a few seconds ago. Another 'hey' echoed the grand staircase, losing itself between the moving stairs and whispering portraits on the wall, and in response, brown eyes again met with blue eyes, the fair skin even pinker. She blinked; he blinked. No words for the moment; only groans of discomfort and a nervous laugh...

"Y-You... You saw it, didn't you?" She asked, blinking once again. Her blue eyes turned to another direction after some seconds, but returned to silently scold him. She let out a pout that he, admittedly; found very cute, and groaned under her breath, which he deduced it was due to the impatience. Her scowl mutely asked the question again.

"I-I... Didn't see anything." He said. She said nothing, but when they met eyes again, it was clear that she didn't believe him, said stare screaming 'liar!', making him wonder why she even bothered. The uneasy; nervous, false smile was still plastered on his face which was turning pinker by the moment; and millions yet no words were gathering on his brain to answer her again. His brown eyes, which were turned elsewhere in order to avoid her silent judgement, suddenly crawled back to her direction, and that creepy smile on his face spread even more. "I-I might have seen it... B-But if you show me your panties again, m-maybe I'll sure if I saw it or no."

"..."

"..."

That was terrible. That was a terrible sentence. That was a terrible idea to let be known. Even so, the boy didn't bother to correct himself, he was kinda proud about it. Not about the sentence of course, that was a stupid idea, but at least he had the power to let something out. He looked up again to the girl after a few seconds to finally digest what he just said, and instead of a frown, he saw her dark blue eyes wide as humanly possible.

Was due to the shock of his words? The suddenness of such? It wasn't anger or sadness, because there was no indication of either, but after a few seconds, her sudden paleness was replaced by the previous pink cheeks, even though her blue eyes were now half-lit, as she was tired out of the sudden. The boy sighed and scratched his cheek, pinkness also spreading across his face. He was ready to turn around and go back to his common room, but then, he looked up, and saw small hands slowly creeping on the lower part of her uniform. He was taken back, does that mean she's really going to do it? Her tiny hands reached for the hips of her dark robe, and with two fingers each, he clipped around the borders. Now, the boy couldn't even blink right; he was seeing a girl probably around his age slow but steadily lifting her lower robes of the uniform, to first shoe the uncovered area between her black socks and robes, which spread and revealed itself little by little until...

"You... Pervert." She spoke, snapping him out of his little stupor. The girl closed her eyes, and let out a deep, heavy sigh, the kind you only do when you've face a heavy defeat, and let go of her robes, again covering what she should with her robes. Without even opening her eyes to look back at him, she turned around and started to head upstairs without a second less. He, who went from surprised to stupored, to lost in her words, blinked once and snapped back, following her suit.

"H-Hey! S-Sorry, miss! I didn't mean to! It just... Came out!" He spoke synchronizing with her steps across the moving stairs across the grand staircase. The paintings on the wall were looking at the two little wizards to-be walk higher and higher, the boy gesticulating with each every step, yet being ignored by the girl he was following, saying nothing, if you don't count some disapproving head shakes and muffled conversations. In the end, they reached to the seventh floor, thankfully for him since he was starting to suffer some vertigo, and the girl entered the corridor leading to a certain painting. "Please, talk to me! I didn't say it on purpose! Look, if you want to be even, we can always sort things out and...!"

"Leo Regem." She spoke, interrupting his pleas for forgiveness, and promptly, the portrait of the Fat Lady opened the entrance to the Gryffindor Common room. She took a step inside, and before the portrait could again seal the entrance to the common room, she turned her head around and gave him a side glance, her body still pointing away from him. Before he could reach her, she simply said. "Pervert."

"Like I said, it was an acciden-...!"

The portrait of the Fat Lady shut the entrance close with a loud *BAM!*, leaving the boy alone at the corridor leading to the Gryffindor Common Room. He tried to use his own Password to enter the common room, obviously to no avail, and even tried to bargain with the Fat Lady who; despite the lovely voice, still followed her duty as the guardian of the common room through and through. In the end, the boy had no way to contact the girl as for now, and this fact bugged him to no end. He stayed walking in circles for the next ten minutes, until the Fat Lady questioned him about his classes, which made him snap himself out. The portrait was right, he could always ask for forgiveness later, but he mustn't lose classes, specially in his wizardry school, his new home, apparently...

That little moment he had back in the seventh floor had its advantages, since no longer he suffered from the typical vertigo going downstairs. Once out of the Grand Stairase, he followed suit pass the dining hall, and took another corridor to another set of stairs down the dungeons. Despite thinking he'd never get used to them, he was surprised about how easy it was now to walk around that dimly lit, yet surprisingly warm and vivid place that were the dungeons. Moreover, his next class after lunchbreak was potions with Prof. Slughorn, so he still has time to organize his parchments, quills and wand for said class.

Going to the most isolated part of the place, he stood right in front of a seemingly dead end, only to sigh and speak the password, 'Purity', for the brick wall to magically move and open to the entrance to the Slytherin common room, the underground place of soft cushions and dark views of the Black Lake. A small smile spread across his face, mesmerized by all of that magic he won't ever get tired of, and so, he took the first step inside...

"And... Like this!"

"Or... Like that!"

"What...?!"

But before he could finally enter the Slytherin common room, his body suddenly felt attacked, and before his eyes, two bright spheres of lights hit him on the chest, knocking him off his stand and making him fall on his butt. The knockback jinx, a spell he learnt not so long ago by the minuscule but wise Prof. Flitwick, was used against him, and before he could stand up to see forward, by the voices, he already knew who casted such against him.

"Hahah! Look, Angie! Flipendo worked! Maybe Prof. Jumping-bean can be a good teacher after all!" Sitting in one of the sofas spread across the common room, a girl was laughing with a hand covering her mouth, an identical image of herself sitting right next to her, also laughing seeing the boy stand up, a little dizzy by the suddenness and surprise of their attack.

"Ah! But who got it was the muggle-born Maxwell, Claudine! I'm still not convinced about the lectures of Prof. Garden-Decoration!" The other one laughed, the first sitting next to her sharing the laugh. The boy, Maxwell, could only give them a nervous, trembling smile, knowing that if he try anything, I could only get things worse. Instead, he walked in the common room, and politely bowed to them, seeing them now playing with a twirl of their respective silver hairs.

"G-Good afternoon, misses. Stones. I hope... You're ready for potion class." He said. The two, Claudine and Angie, looked at each other with a smile, then back at the boy who curved back, sighing. They green eyes met with his brown ones, and they shrugged at the same time, much more like a mirror would.

"Of course we're ready for Prof. Big-belly's class, doodoo-head Maxwell." One of the twins, Angie, said with a smile; followed by her twin image by her side. "Isn't that right, Claudine?"

"Yeah, or else he'll sit on us as punishment, right Angie?" Maxwell mentally sighed for their harsh words against the professor who he was so fond of. I mean, not that he was that good in potions, he just follows what he's told, yet Prof. Horace Slughorn would always be pleased by his results, jovially praising his works. He thought it was just a think about being the current head professor of Slytherin, but apparently, he had a history about 'good students'. Angie nodded for her sister's statement, and they turned back at him, speaking in Unison.

" " How about you, Maxwell? Are you ready to be an insufferable know-it-all again? " "

"..." His face contorted into a half-smile. A painfully false, and quite painful as well, half-smile, full of nervousness and unsaid words. There is it again, silver tongue for slytherins, of course. The turned to each other and laughed at his reaction, standing from their seats, walking towards him only to put out their wands and aim at his neck.

"Hey, Angie. How about we jinx his vocal chords so he can speak no more?" One of the twins said, making the boy gulp, which made him feel the point of their wands even closer. The other twin laughed, blinking her green eyes right next to him.

"Hey, Claudine. How about we curse him so that he can only speak like a toddler?" The other twin said. Another gulp, another poke of their wands on his throat. Despite their current situation, they could only hum in unison, making small traces on the skin of his neck, and smiling all the way. After a minute or two, one of them hummed out loud. "But then again, it's because of the house points he earns for us, we can mess with people all we want and still be on the lead. Right; Claudine?"

"Oh right, Angie. Maxwell is such a show-off, he can gain more house points than we can lose them. He's such a good boy, working so hard for us." The other twin opened a genuine smile, and his only response was to laugh nervously. Again, words left unsaid regarding that poisonous talk, with nothing Maxwell could do to defend himself. In the end, both nodded and smiled to each other, then turned to him, still smiling, smiles Maxwell couldn't love, nor hate. He was afraid of them. "We should reward him, right Angie?"

"Right, Claudine." And then, they discarded their wands to instead peck him on each cheek, making his already pink ears almost fulminate. The Stones sisters loves to bully him, and he doesn't like any bit of it, but still, they were girls, and for an 11-year old, being kissed like that was a little too much for him. After the double kissing, each sister took a step forward to right to each side of the boy, and whispered on his each, in perfect synch...

" " Earn more house points for us, okay? If not, we'll curse you~! " "

And walking pass him and holding hands behind his back, the twin sisters left the common room, leaving a petrified Maxwell in the middle of said room. Fortunately, Prof. Neville doesn't need to spare some mandrakes now since it took him a few seconds to recover, panting heavily under his breath, and looking around so he was sure the Stones twins weren't there anymore. He could finally breath normally, he could finally move.

This kind of thing has been happening ever since they arrived at Hogwarts, the twins developing a strange, creepy affection for the said 'muggle-born', apparently a term used for students whose parents aren't wizards, or 'muggles'. They would jinx and hex anybody with any spell they learn, including him for the first days of classes, yet after he started earning some house points for Slytherin, their only treatment for him now was a light binding magic, and threats that would never follow. Still, the cold mahogany rubbing on his neck and their words crawling inside his ears like centipedes from the black forest, sometimes he wishes they treat him like everybody else. To be cursed for not winning house points 'for them', it feels like hanging from the loose line.

It took him the bell ringing to help him realize that classes were about to start. He shook his head a little to get rid of such uneasy feelings and followed suit to the boys' dormitory. Since everybody would probably still be at the main dinning hall, he had enough time to pick up his things without bumping into anyone in the way out. He rushed for the dormitory for the first years, and once there, he opened the trunk reading 'Maxwell Hephaestus Argento' to organize his things in there. His hat uniform, which was hard to balance on his unruly brown hair; his quill; ink, some pieces of parchment; his copy of Basic potion making and some ingredients stored in glass bottles wrapped in a piece of leather.

"There, I guess this should do it." He laughed a little to himself, picking up his things to wrap them around as neatly as possible. Of course, he couldn't forget his wand, that beautiful piece of simple pine wood with dragon heartstring as core according to Mr. Ollivanders(were dragons really real, even by wizard standards? He'd love to see one!), reaching around 9 inches. Maxwell hid said wand under his robe, and picked his things to head off to potions class. The brick wall noticed his presence and opened itself for him, much for his delight for such magical effect, and so, he walked away of the common room, only to stop on his track...

Flowy blond hair, bright blue eyes, almost shining through the dimly lit corridors of the dungeons. There she was, the girl from before, walking through the path of rock and fire, her feet making a hard, dry sound that would echo across the place. Just like him, she was carrying a small set of items, all neatly arranged on her arms, and right behind her, a small group of other girls was following suit, an olive-skinned brunette standing right next to the blonde, looking around as they were still strange to the environment. Even older students from Slytherin were mesmerized by her standing, opening space for her to walk through.

Before he could do anything, she notice him from the corner of her eyes, and they stares met. He flinched, almost dropping his material, blushing until the last string of his hair, and unnoticed by all the other girls, she frowned. Maxwell saw no more of her blue orbs, since he hid behind the pillar of the pathway to his common room, and the only thing he heard was the sound of a door opening, and steps, lots of steps. When they started to die off was the time he dared a glance back, only noticing the closing door which lead to Prof. Slughorn's classroom. He sighed in realization: apparently, he would have that same class with that girl for the rest of the year now. So his concentration to his favorite teacher would drop immensely...

"But... Maybe it's also a good opportunity to apologize." He snapped his fingers, a small smile crossing his lips. Huh, maybe there was something good about this now. I mean, of course he wouldn't interrupt class just to talk about their small incident, but at least he had the opportunity to learn her name, and maybe get to talk to her a little to sort things out. I would still be awkward, but it was like that how you get to know new people... Right? It wasn't much, but said resolution actually made him smile a little bit. He took a deep breath, inhale, exhale, and turned around to walk to class. However; with the first step, came down a sting a pain. His right hand twitched, making him drop all of his school stuff, but soon enough the pain subdued, much for his surprise. "Hah? What the...?"

He rubbed the affected area in an attempt to find the source of that small ting of discomfort, but strangely enough, it was just that: a quick sting of pain. Still not convinced, the boy lifted the right sleeve of his robes up to the elbow, and in another surprising sight, he saw a small red mark on his arm. It wasn't there before, and he was sure he didn't bump into anything that could possibly made that thing, which consisted in four lines forming something like a deranged 'R' letter. It was also livid red, crimson, yet when he poked it, it didn't hurt at all, it looked more like a scar or a tattoo than a wound. How strange, he was sure that he didn't notice that before...

He snapped out from his stupor when he heard marching; and right across the other side of the dungeons, other Slytherin students began to walk towards him! Before the band of students could stomping him or his things, Maxwell picked his material and hid by the opposite side of the common room, which flooded with students entering for themselves pick their own school stuff. Fortunately, they didn't notice him, and so, they passed smoothly through the corridor, going for their own classes. Once the area was clean, Maxwell took another deep breath, and walked towards Prof. Slughorn's classroom, not wanting to lose anything; including his chance to talk with that girl...

Unknown to him, Hogwarts has been afflicted by a new threat...

Kahahah, so much for an intro, right? I dunno, maybe my style of writing doesn't match the 'come of the age' kind of story that harry potter began as, but I'll try my best to flesh out the characters a little bit, even if the story begins like that. I hope you all enjoyed this small story of mine and hope for the next chapter. I'm hoping. As always, R&R, cuz feedback is always good.

Greetings~.

P.S.: A small trivia: The names aren't in random. In fact, they're shout-outs. Tell me if you can figure of what!