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The sucky stuff, as usual, is mine.
Chapter 1 The Beginning:
It was still ninety degrees out though the sun had fallen an hour before. As Lauren Kats looked outside the window of her room, she remembered a less dark time. For all she knew, Lord Mitalian was coming back. Not even Lord Voldemort had been defeated, and Mitalian was, well, more in control of his life force. But these dark times had their own joys. The book had been recovered and everyone was back relatively safe. James had gone out with his crush, and Amanda had handed the book over to James, and stalked off, not heard from again. Ah, but it was summer, the usually magical time of year, when no one has school.
Not that summer was more magical in any way for Lauren, James, Lord Mitalian, Lord Voldemort, or Amanda. They were magical humans, humans with the molecular structure keyed to manipulation of the positive and negative energies associated with witchcraft and wizardry. Needless to say, even their school year was magical, as they went to a learning place of high repute. They went to the selective Davis Acadamy for Witchcraft and Wizardry, a private foundation. These wizards were more in tune to the rest of the world than their British counterparts. In fact, it was very common for a wizard to hold a muggle, adjective meaning non-magical, jobs. Still, like the Brits, they were very secretive about their talents, but for other reasons not mentioned here.
Lauren crawled out onto her porch, and felt the light breeze in the summer night. It was the third week of summer vacation, and already she missed her school. She had come off of a rather large adventure that had landed her in the middle of an enchanted forest amongst some mutated deer, well, it was a long story. It was almost as long as the story of her trip to Mt. Everest, or even the story of the fifty-seven year old born three hundred years before he died. Strange things followed wizards, as they were strange in themselves. Though, if you have read the story of the boy who lived, as most assuredly you have, you would see that the wizards of America seemed to have stranger quests. It was not common, or so Lauren thought, as she had almost been killed by another wizard three times now, for her adventures were probably a little frowned upon if not downright illegal. She knew that James' theft of the Crystal from the Museum of Natural History three weeks earlier had been a felony, though she wasn't in on the move.
Still, as she curled her broom jacket around herself, her life was exciting. More so, as James had a knack for getting into trouble he couldn't get out of alone. James, of course, was a pathetic excuse for a wizard, and somehow had managed to get passing grades that year. He had wanted to go out with Lauren for a couple of years, but her heart was sold to the mysterious Ben Bunk. James hated Ben, not because of Lauren, but because of the style of books he had caught Ben reading. But Lauren invariably ignored James, as most people did, and went out with Ben. The two were now going steady. James was, or had, gone out with Liesel Knoose, the quidditch star. Liesel, or Capn' K, played Keeper on the Varsity team, and James played Chaser. James and Liesel were easily the best two players in the state, if not the nation. Both were able to play professionally, but James seemed to think he was going to be a Silverlode guru, whatever that meant. And Liesel wanted to go into muggle science.
Lauren wanted to be a nurse at a magical hospital. She didn't feel she had the resolve to become a healer, but she loved to work with people, and she loved medicine. She thought back to the spells she had learned, and the classes she would take this year. She would start her fourth year at a seven year school, and she would be taking Intro to Nursing, Practical Magic-Medicine, the standard array of base classes, no NEWT's or HIILL's for her. She would also be pursuing her other interest: music. Though she played the oboe, she was still a good musician, and many who heard her loved her. She could fly a broom better than average, though not gifted at quidditch, and she was an above average witch. In fact, she was the fifth in her class, following a couple of random people, Liesel, and Ben. James was dead last.
Though that was no longer true. James had been studying, or something. He met that man who claimed he was born two hundred ninety three years ago, also said that he had been on the planet fifty-seven years, and died. At least Adi Musali's information about the Lost Book was correct. He also seemed to have an ability to teach the most inept of students, as James was now ranked in the world. Specifically, he was now ranked at number ten world wide. His mentor, Adi Musali, was apparently number three. Amazing numbers. James had also single-handedly passed both every single O.W.L. there was, and every N.E.W.T. as well. It wasn't an amazing feat, the Acadamy had always rolled both years into one. It was amazing that James had done it. James even zoomed to the top of the class! He was one of ten people recommended for the transmutation class, a much more difficult class than the standard HILL (Humongously Impossible Learning Levels) transfiguration, as transmutation was more of a style than a school. In that class, people learned to make wishes, like the spell of the Living Wish. They would also, in their last year of college, learn how to stop time. Only, no one ever made it that far. There were maybe five wizards in the world capable of stopping time, and only one of them ever really did.
She was about to go back inside her house when she saw it. She had been staring into space, worrying about Ben, and James, and, well, everything. She was a worrisome person, and tried to make everything okay. It was the glint of a broom light. Not a plane; there were special laws against having lights not distinguishable from a plane's lights, but it was certainly a broom light. Who could it be? James was going to England for the upcoming year because he heard that their school system was tough, and he wanted to try it. He was going to some school called Frog Warts, or something like that. He would certainly travel by port key, right? There was no way that he…
"Lauren! C'mon! We're going across the country!" James shouted, a huge smile on his face.
"What the HELL? It's, like, ten!" Lauren screamed back.
"So put on a jacket! The one I gave you for your birthday!" James shouted.
Her prized possession, the Polar Ice flying Jacket. It was made from a thin, black skintight fabric that was enchanted to heat you right up. It cost James a fortune, but it was really nice. She also grabbed her Nimbus Two-thousand racing broom. She had always bought British brooms, even though the American version of the Nimbus 2000, the Longbow 5, was a little better for long-distance flying.
"All right, who's with us?" Lauren asked.
"You. At least until the Continental Divide. You need to turn back then. Don't ask questions, just agree." James said. He had founded this little group of marauders just before the hunt for the Lost Book. "Leila, and of course, our favorite, Laurel."
"Yeah. And we won't stop to pick them up, either." Laurel said.
"Let's go." Lauren sighed, and they kicked off into the night air.
The warm night air brushed about them as the scenes of the ground were brought about with sparkling lights. The small, insignificant city of Sacramento seemed large, and wonderful this high up at night. As they continued, they crossed Lake Tahoe, in all its splendor. Even Reno was pretty. Finally, after passing through Colorado, they landed around the rockies.
"Lauren, you need to head back tomorrow." James said.
"Why?" Lauren asked.
"Wade. Do it." James was surprisingly fierce when he said this.
"All right, let's see you girls make a camp. What do we want for dinner; Venison or Rabbit?" James asked.
"Just get something, you jerk!" Laurel said.
As the girls made the camp and activated certain protection charms, James killed a deer, and used spell work to cut the meat up. A few hours later, they were all asleep.
The next day, after Lauren was gone, James and the girls flew east. When they reached the coast, they rested again, and the other girls headed back. James flew across the ocean alone, and arrived at Number 12. He then proceeded to Hogwarts, where he stayed the remainder of the summer.
A/N: It sucks. For now. But this chapter was already written, and I'm sorta (as in really,) lazy. So bear with it. Just read the next few chapters. This one was my worst. No kidding. Please, please don't hate me for it. PLEASE?
Oh, and all of this chapt. Was basically mine, with the single, noteworthy exception of the name Voldemort. And the only reason 'Lord' wasn't included in that is because titles like Lord cannot be owned by people. But she does get credit for the full name, I guess, Lord Voldemort. But still, I think I used the name about twice.
