The Year: 2013
The Date: September 1st
They are the students. The students of Hogwarts.
Over the past several years, there has been peace. Voldemort is dead. He will never rise again. And while Harry Potter is respected and still famous, not as many obsess over him as they used to. It's peace. Happily ever after.
James Potter is a first year. A hilarious guy. He's known as a bit of a mischief maker, but he's a good big brother. And he's not as bad as everyone insinuates. Really.
There's a different side of him. The side that loves herbology and astronomy, who spends all of his time outside watching the night sky or in his garden. The side that's a good big brother, a caring academic who loves being outside.
And then there's the side that knows that none of this can last.
Then there's Adalia. Adalia is James's best friend ever since they've lived in Godric's Hollow. She's the daughter of some muggle CEO. A famous guy. And he sees past her noble and arrogant exterior to see a girl who really doesn't know what she's doing, but overall has a good heart and would rather be elbow deep in a 1980's engine than in a stuffy suit meeting whoever her father thinks she should meet.
But now she's a muggleborn. And she's known about magic for years, because a young James had a hard time keeping his mouth shut, but now he's dragging her into his world and he's hoping his Dad was wrong, that the peace can last.
These are just a few. A few of the students from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Because the students of a class...well, maybe some of them hate each other's guts, maybe some of them get jealous of other people taking their prospective love interests. But the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, through detentions and odd teachers and learning magic, become a real family, and family means sticking together in the toughest of times.
A new darkness is rising within the Wizarding World. There have been reports of possessions, a dark iris in the face of a friend, and then terrible things have been done. And when the smoke has left, the person in question has no memory of whatever they've done. It's been driving James's dad crazy trying to keep up with everything, as head auror. It's been a trying time for James's mother.
And everyone says they're children and they shouldn't worry, they're too young- but James knows that's exactly what they said to his father, and look how that turned out.
So he's scared. Everyone is scared. This is new, this is weird, and this brings back memories of the Dark Lord. Except he really is dead. He was killed by Harry Potter. So now no one knows what this new danger is.
There's romance, drama, and the odd things that only students who are at Hogwarts, but at the center of it all is just a bunch of students trying to survive and save their safe haven, the school they all know so well. The isolated stories will tell of the man facing his worst fear, or the guy who just wants to keep his best friend and his siblings safe. Because he's not. He won't ever be.
It's the ride of a lifetime. Who will be a part of it?
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A couple of final author's notes:
I'm super excited for this story. I'm looking foreward to seeing all your characters and some ideas for the plots of these, and I have my own for the overall, along with some ideas for James and Adalia's personal stories.
The SYOC will stay open throughout the story, so if it's chapter 36 and you want to submit a character, go ahead? I may ask to change the age and use it as another character to build the world.
I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to cap main characters down to four. More than that I simply can't handle. I assume I'm going to have five openings for Slytherin, five for Ravenclaw, five for Hufflepuff, three for Gryffindor, though I can allow one more or less for each house depending on how many submissions I actually end up getting. And some of them will be more minor. Just like Ron, Hermione, and Harry are the Golden Trio in the books, Neville's important, and the others are a bit more supportive (like Dean and Seamus). Here, we're going to have a good group of six, and the rest will be more supporting. For main students, please only submit first years until the next story-year. Then you can also submit younger students to play a supporting role.
If you like, you can also submit characters that aren't students. Teachers, house elves, other adults! They all have a use somewhere. Even older students, if you like. Help me build a world, here! :)
Thanks for giving this crazy little SYOC a chance. I'm sure it'll be, like I said, a crazy ride, but it'll be worthwhile, I think.
Pink Pheonix Potter
Edit: I didn't realize until after I posted this I forgot to add "house" to the form...
Wow...
I assume that a few of you guys tried to alert me of this in PMs. I'm sorry, I feel really stupid...
As for now, I'll be able to actually see your PMs by 4:00 today. I promise I'm not just ignoring your PMs, but apparently there's a rule that I can't see PMs until 4:00. Do keep sending them, though! I'm sure they're all fantastic!
Another Edit: I noticed a review saying that someone wanted more of a hook. Looking over, I guess I can see his/her point (thanks for the advice, Radio Free Death). I added a couple of paragraphs to the description, and decided to add a story-ish bit down here.
Parvati Patil had herself knee deep in a rather large amount of paperwork.
It was times like this she wished she had her sister's love of studious tasks that, oddly, included paperwork. Anyone who lived in this world was required to present several thousand of these evil little sheets to provide proof of pretty much everything they did...even tiny details no one really had to care about. Who started this system of paperwork and more paperwork? She lived in the Wizarding World, and the only difference from muggle paperwork was that she worked on parchment and wrote out the necessary information with a quill.
Still, it had to be done, and Parvati knew on some level that most of it was actually necessary, and not something given to her out of spite. Plus, she was the one who put at least half of it off to go to dinner with her old friend, Lavender Brown, the other day and discuss how their lives were going.
She was going to be here a while. It had been two years since she had introduced the wizarding version of a movie theater, using a complicated combination of a pensieve and an old crystal ball. She and Padma had come up with it together. But Padma had left the project a year ago for a job at the Ministry, leaving Parvati to fill out more and more paperwork. Overall, though, it was successful. Everyone seemed to enjoy it, and she'd sprouted up a new industry in wizarding entertainment. It was mostly muggle movies, but it came down to why she had so much paperwork tonight- the theater would be hosting the first wizard-made film next week. Hopefully, she could draw in some new patrons.
Still, hunched over filling out tax reports for the Ministry, she didn't notice the cloud of black smoke behind her dark hair. Nor did she notice as the smoke moved closer, like a living entity, and penetrate the skin just below her neck.
After that, it was too late.
The smoke spread out in poor Parvati's body within a fraction of an instant. First, she tensed. Then everything went black, and she was no longer in control. Deep, dark black turned the irises of her eyes into flat disks.
She looked around with a schooled expression, not seeming to care how much paperwork was strewed around the messy desk. The quill pen was set down, and she slowly got up. She then walked out of the door to her office with a rigid posture Parvati didn't normally possess.
She then walked into the theater room, took her wand out of her pocket, and began the quick series of enchantments that would change the movie her patrons were currently watching into something much more sinister.
When Parvati woke up, she knew something was wrong.
At first, she thought she'd only dozed off a bit. It wasn't like she'd been getting a large amount of sleep lately. But she knew she didn't fall asleep in the projection room. Her last memory was in her office, and no one entered the projection room while the movie was going unless there was an emergency. There were enchantments.
Then she looked up, and her blood ran cold.
The sign would have been pretty, really. Two lines coming at an angle out of a circle, looping around themselves and connecting at a point. The problem was that in this world, that sign had negative connotations. People were screaming. Her customers were screaming.
She shook her head, and quickly went into action.
After a check around, she determined that there were no killings- this time. All the employees were where they were supposed to be. When they made an announcement about technical difficulties, they had triple checked to make sure there was no one missing. It seemed to be just a warning. But Parvati wasn't an auror. She knew who she had to call.
She considered herself lucky. Not everyone in the world had Harry Potter's direct floo line, to his work at least. But he was always up for a quick chat with old friends from Hogwarts. Today, however, wouldn't be social.
She ran to her office, grabbing floo powder from the tray and throwing herself down in front of the fireplace. "Harry Potter's office, Ministry of Magic!" she yelled, tossing the floo powder in and thrusting her face into the flames.
She'd seen Harry's office before, a few times, but things had changed a little. His desk was quite a lot more organized than her own, even if the stack of paperwork might have been higher. There were several pictures on his walls of his wife- he'd married Ginny Weasley- and his three children, James, Albus, and Lily. There were even a few of James, his eldest, and a olive skinned redhead with her hair stuck strait back in a braid. Parvati barely recognized her- a good friend of James's whom she'd never known a name for.
"Parvati or Padma?" Harry walked over from his desk, having noticed her, and knelt in front of the flames. After all these years, he still couldn't tell them apart to save his life. "In any case, what's going on?" Social calls normally weren't for him at seven o' clock at night. Everyone knew that, unless there was a large raid or a lot of paperwork, he liked to be home by that time.
"Parvati." She gave a grim look to him. "Harry, the theater's been attacked. There was the sign for the Black Phantom."
Alright...that's it. Not sure if that's what people were looking for or not, but it sure was fun to write :) Keep on submitting characters!