The Black Snake
Chapter One: Beginnings
A man was walking. He was in a train station. He saw a young girl. She looked second year. She was tall and slightly pale, a little on the skinny side. Her hair was a brownish black. She was smiling down at a raging younger girl. He thought it must be her sister." I WANNA GO TOO!" the girl raged. She looked a lot like her sister but instead of the bright blue eyes she had dark green eyes. "Your too young." Her sister had said. She smiled down at her. Her teeth seemed to be a little larger than average. "Next year." She promised. The little girl pouted. The man smiled. He had once complained like this too.
One Year Later….
I was mad. I was beyond mad. I was raging around my room. And what a room it was. I had multiple Slytherin banners hanging around and my wall was a shining silver. I had a large bed on the left wall which had a pair of glasses on it. I threw my stuff across the room and continued to rampage until I punched a wall. I howled with rage and pain. "IM GOING TO KILL THAT BOY!" I yelled. Stella walked in. "Who are you going to kill? Should I warn them?" She said with a grin. "It's your bloody BOYFRIEND." I growled. Stella bit her lip. "Edgar isn't my boyfriend." Stella growled through clenched teeth. "What did he do anyways?" "He hid my textbooks." I said with a grin. Stella was always a little offset when it came to Edgar. Edgar is a tall, dark skinned boy with Short black hair. He had Brownish black eyes. He was also a Slytherin beater. I knew he liked me but he also liked to annoy me. Stella reached into her bag and pulled out two big books. "You mean these books?" She asked. I gave an irritated nod. I snatched them and hugged them to my chest. "He must have put them here thinking they were mine." Stella said, amused. She gave a small giggle. I gave her a rude gesture, grabbed my glasses, and stormed out of my room. Stella was in third year at Hogwarts and in Slytherin house. We were pure-bloods seeing as both my parents are magical. I came downstairs and looked up at my parents. "Where's Dad?" I asked. "He had to go to work early." Said my mum. Marlene Black (nee Lestrange) was a pure-blood witch. She had flowing dark hair and the same bright blue eyes as my sister. She was tall and had the same slightly pale skin me and my sister had. "Oh, that reminds me. I have something for you!" She said. She looked excited. I looked up. Could it be what I think it is… She handed me a letter. I opened it and put on my glasses.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Black,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
Three sets of plain work robes (black)
One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic
by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory
by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration
by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions
by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1telescope
1set brass scales
Students may bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARANTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS
ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK
Yours sincerely,
Lucinda
Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions
I dropped the letter in shock. I knew I was a witch when I made a toilet explode in my sister's face. Still seeing it in writing was a shock. A welcome one, but a shock. My mother gave me a smile. "We have everything already here except for your cauldron and your wand." She said. "I know you want to buy your cauldron yourself and only you can get your wand." She added. "Can we go to Diagon Alley tomorrow." I begged. My mother nodded I didn't sleep at all that night. I buried my face in my textbooks instead. The next day I was amazed to finally use floo powder. I shouted proudly "DIAGON ALLEY!" I was engulfed in emerald green flames and landed in a shop. I walked around. I've never been surrounded by so many wizards and witches. I ran right into the cauldron shop. I looked around. The beautiful cauldrons shining like a bright diamond. I grabbed the shiniest one and dropped a couple galleons on the table, not caring where they ended up, and ran out giving the place one last admiring look. My Mum and Dad scolded me for running off but I barely listened. I was too busy looking at a store. My mum looked where I was looking "Ah yes. Your next stop. The greatest wand shop in the world. Olivander's." She said. "We'll be back to pick you up when your done." My Dad said. I walked into the store…
I I looked around in wonder. Many shelves, surely filled with wands, were surrounding me. An old looking man walked into sight. He looked at me. "Hello there. Miss Lyra Black, I presume?" I looked at the man with shock. "You look much like your sister." He explained. "I remember her being here. Same day, three years ago. Redwood with a phoenix feather core. Thirteen inches. Slightly bendy." He said dreamily. "Let us start, shall we?" I must have gone through about twenty wands in seven minutes. I considered walking out when he came out with another wand. "Larch wood with a Unicorn hair core. 14 and a half inches. Hard flexibility. Give it a try." I grabbed the wand and felt warmth flood my hand. I gave it a flick and the room lit up. "Awesome." Said. I thanked Mr. Olivander, dropped some galleons on the table and ran out. Stella and my parents were waiting for me. "How was it?" Stella asked. "Magical." I replied.
Hey guys. If your reading this hopefully you liked it. FIRST CHAPTER OF MY FIRST STORY. Tell me if you like it and if I should continue. Should Lyra be friends or enemies with Harry? Most said wins.