Some OC's I dug up from a long time ago, before I even had a ff account. Please be nice to them, but be honest in your reviews of what you thought. Thank you :)

Only Disclaimer I'll do: I do not own the amazing world of Harry Potter, but that's okay. I can still play around with it :)

Adam Parker was only eleven years old when war rang out across the Wizarding World.

He had only just begun his first year at Hogwarts in 1997, and he didn't want to go. His mother was a half-blood Ravenclaw and his father a pureblood Gryffindor, so of course he was terrified when, after sitting for nearly five minutes, the Sorting Hat declared the small blond boy a Slytherin. It didn't help that the Prefects for his house – a girl who looked like a dog and the son of the Malfoy's – seemed more interested in tormenting their new housemates instead of offering guidance.

And of course, spring brought an entirely different problem. Harry Potter, the 'Chosen One', had come back to the school and then everything started blowing up. Adam didn't remember too much of the battle – he spent a lot of it crying and trying not to be sick, that he recalled all to clearly – but he remembered thinking that this was going to be the day the world ended.

Naturally, being eleven (almost twelve, now), this was blown out of proportion.

The world didn't end, but began anew. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was dead – killed by Potter – and the school had never been more united. Everything was going to be fine.

Second and third year went smoothly. Almost boring compared to what went down when he was just a First Year. Fourth year, however, brought change in the form of a pair of twins, a brother and sister.

Adam always liked watching the Sorting Hat call out the houses of the small new comers. He made a point to be kind to all the incoming Slytherin students (as well as those from the other houses). Even if he wasn't a Prefect – he was, after all, only a fourth year - he wanted to be kinder than the older students had been for him.

He noticed to kids standing near the back of the crowd, gripping tightly to one another. They both had similar facial features, a rounded face and a small nose, and their hair color was exactly the same – a brown color that was a shade or two darker than the darkest blonde. The girl looked a little more at ease than her brother, who was shaking like a leaf and constantly wiping his too-large glasses on the hem of his robes. Poor kid, Adam thought to himself.

"Charlotte, Ariel," was called forward first, and the small girl had to tug her hand out of her brother's grasp. She was declared a Hufflepuff almost the moment the Sorting Hat touched her head.

Sending her brother an encouraging smile, she skipped to the Hufflepuff table and engaged herself in conversation with her peers, some of whom outright ignored her.

"Charlotte, Peter,"

Quickly shoving his glasses back onto his face, the boy hesitantly approached the stool. It took almost a full minute for his house to be determined, and then it was called.

"Slytherin,"

Behind his glasses, little Peter's face went pale. Adam couldn't tell if it was because the boy had heard of the house and it's history, or because he was being separated from his sister. Either way, Adam felt bad for the boy. He supposed that it could be that he saw himself in the kid.

After the feast, as he was returning to the Slytherin common room, Adam felt a tug on the back of his robes. Turning around, he found himself looking down on the brother and sister duo, Ariel looking determined and Peter looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Hey, you." Ariel said, her hands planted firmly on her hips. "You're a Slytherin." It wasn't a question.

He nodded, and tried not to show his amusement at the tiny Hufflepuff girl confronting him.

"Yeah," he answered her. "What do you need, Squirt?"

She narrowed her eyes at him, and he made note to not call her 'Squirt' again.

"Peter's a Slytherin, too." She stated. "You're going to be his friend."

Peter blushed at his sister's boldness, but said nothing, choosing to look at his shoes instead.

"Sorry?" Adam asked, confused. "What about the other First Years?"

Ariel scowled at the direction of the line of First Year Slytherins following the Prefects down to the dungeons.

"They're all jerks," she declared. "I tried to talk to them on the train ride here and they were mean to me." She elbowed her brother. "Huh, Peter?"

Peter briefly looked up and gave a short nod.

"So you're going to be his friend 'cause I was watching you and you aren't a git." She watched him, waiting for a reaction.

Adam had to hold in a laugh, but bent down so that he was level with the twins, who were considerably shorter than him.

"Would you be okay hanging around me, Peter?" he asked.

Peter looked at him with large hazel eyes – a contrast to his sister's incredibly dark brown – and nodded slowly. Adam grinned at him. He looked to Ariel.

"I'll try not to be too boring, but I promise I'll look after him." He said seriously.

Ariel stared at him, trying to determine if this was a good choice or not, but nodded, a grin creeping onto her face.

"Cheers," she said, turning to her brother and giving him an affectionate yank on the ear before sprinting off towards the kitchens and the Hufflepuff crowd.

Adam straightened up to his full 5'10 height and, with a quick glance to make sure Peter was following, resumed his walk to the Slytherin common room.

"Are your parents magic?" came a small voice from down near his elbow.

Adam looked down at Peter.

"You mean, are they a witch and wizard?'

Peter nodded, and Adam looked ahead to watch where they were going.

"Yeah, they are. My dad's a pureblood – that mean's his whole family's magic, by the way – and my mom's parents are both Muggleborn." He glanced down at the kid.

"Oh. My mom's a Muggle." Peter said. "I think my dad is a half-blood, but I can't be sure. We aren't aloud to see him anymore."

This was something Adam wasn't expecting to have shared with him, and he didn't press the subject.

They'd reached the common room, barely catching up to the group of first years before they all disappeared inside.

Glancing down at his new companion, Adam realized that this was going to be an interesting year.

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