Prologue
The Hogwarts Express

Sanderson Mansnoozie had not spoken in the six years of his education at Hogwarts. Today was not to be an exception.

"Sandy," a thick Australian accent called. Aster. "Where are you going?" Sanderson shook his spiky blonde hair, sand falling out. His light yellow skin gleamed in the sunlight while he formed a seat above his head in sand.

"There are a million seats Sandy," Anna called after him her purple eyes darting around trying to see if she could tell where he was going. Out of nowhere he made a sharp turn and sat down. In there was a boy with brown hair wearing his school uniform, a Slytherin.

"Hey Sandy," the boy said. It was Jack. "How's it going?" Sandy made an exclamation point and smiled. "You said it." He laughed then started digging in his bag, pulling out a small ball with holes in it. They started tossing it back and forth, using their snow and sand respectively.

"Sandy?" Anna asked walking into the booth. Jack turned to see her and was hit in the face with the ball. He grabbed his face and winced. "oh my god, are you ok?"

"Hey Anna," Jack said pressing a snowball he made to his eye. "Ready for this year?"

"Yeah, I've been studying all summer for the OWLs. Unlike Aster."

"Hey mate," Aster said taking a seat across from Anna, playing with a boomerang.

"Been a long time hasn't it?" Jack asked. He and Aster had a falling out a couple years ago, over a blizzard on the Easter Sunday Quidditch championship.

"Yeah," he said keeping his eyes fixed on the boomerang. The silence between the four became too much for Aster. "I'm gonna go see if I can catch that trolley lady."

Aster put the boomerang through his belt, next to his wand. He kept on walking when he saw an interesting sight. Ron and John Stabbington talking with Flynn Rider. They were huddled over a satchel of some sort whispering excitedly.

"We pull this off, you can buy your own castle!" Ron chuckled his one good eye meeting with Flynn. "But if we fail."
"We won't," the ever over confident Flynn said "by the time anyone finds out, we'll have sold it long ago."

"Just don't back out on us, like the Arendale deal with Hanz..."

"That was different, people were, were going to get hurt." Flynn said looking away, noticing Aster.

"Can we help you?" John said cracking his knuckles.

"No," Aster squeaked walking away. He found himself in a new cart with the Gryffindor superstars themselves, Snotface Snotlout, the keeper, Tuffnut and Ruffnut Thorson, beaters, and Astrid Hofferson, the chaser.

"Can we help you?" Snotlout said putting his arm around Astrid only to have it shaken off. "Slytherin Snob."

"Clever," Aster said. "I was walking down this corridor when I smelled a losing team and decided to investigate."

"What, you smelled the scraps of your team," Tuffnut said snorting. "There's almost no one left."

"Maybe I'll rake in a few good ones this year," Aster shrugged. Not wanting to show his anger.

"Your captain?" Astrid asked, all business.

"Yeah, who's your captain?" Aster asked causing everyone to stiffen starring at Astrid.

"Merida DunBroch," Astrid growled.

"Good for you," Aster said laughing. "I was worrying the team would be stuck with a poor captain. One who's hotheaded, ill tempered, or, well, you."

"You want me to beat him up?" Snotlout said standing up.

"Just sit down," Aster raised his hand. "Astrid, I didn't know you let your boy toy do all the fighting."

"I am not her-"

"Just shut up mate, you sound like a bloody idiot."

"I am not bleeding!" Snotlout bellowed.

"Case," Aster slapped his hands together "closed." Aster leaned closer to Astrid so his blue hair was close enough for her to see. "You wouldn't want Stoic finding out about you and his nephew would you?"

"Why would I care about nothing." Astrid smirked as Snotlout frowned.
"Fair enough," Aster backed away. "See you on the field."

As the train roared across the plains, a sinister man was plotting in an ancient palace that sunk into the ocean floor, surrounded by mud and rock. It was a huge underground base with multiple cages, bridges and escalators. The whole environment was built at an angle and it feels like it's falling off a cliff into an abyss.

"Curious," Pitch said looking into the pool keeping watch on the four prophesied. Pitch is tall, lithe, and dark in appearance. He has silver - golden yellow eyes resembling an eclipse, dull pale-gray skin, and glossy black hair that is styled to come out as slick spikes from the back of his head. He wears a long, black robe with a v neck line and shadows running down his arms, obscuring his body like a shadow. Underneath the robe, he wears black pants and black shoes.. "Why would the moon pick these four, children. And why is your daughter one of them?"

"I don't know," the woman, Gothel, said peering at the four. "It doesn't make sense."

In the dark there were roars and chains rattling as one of Pitch's fearlings flew to him and hissed an in audible message. "If they're hungry," Pitch said. "Feed them!"

"What is it?" Gothel asked crossing her arms. The fearling had mumbled, she hated mumbling.

"Our pets grow restless." Pitch smile twisted. "Though I wouldn't worry they'll get to play soon enough."