Hello all! Long time no see. I've come up with a new story as you can tell since your reading it. First off this is an AU story so if you don't like it tough, it ain't my problem. So any way I hope you like the story, and please read and review.

Oh by the way no matter how long it takes me to review I always will, guess that's why I'm a phoenix, I just keep coming back.

Try Me

Chapter 1

A tall boy with long jet-black hair and emerald eyes sat on the stool at the local pub. He may only have been 11 years old but he, nor the pubs owner really cared. This boys name was Harrison James Potter, also known as the boy-who-lived. The boy knew about magic you see the owner of the pub was a wizard himself, he just happened to own a muggle pub. Harry put his empty glass down and called out, "Hey, Raz, how about another hit?"

Raz, the bartender, filled his glass. "Harry you're gunna be drunk by the time we have to close if you don't watch it."

"Yes Raz I know but I need something to calm my nerves, that letter showed up today you know… I'm thinking about going…" Harry sipped his drink.

Raz grinned, "You go shock 'em kid…"

"You know it…" Harry grinned.

Harry lived in the apartment above the bar, for rent he helped out at the bar. He had run away from his relatives when he was 8 and had been on his own ever since. Raz had offered him the job and place, and his wife cooked for Harry as well, in return for the cooking Harry helped her with the gardening on weekends. Harry's apartment was filled with books of every kind, and on almost every subject he could get his hands on, he loved to read.

Harry went to his room, lay down and went to sleep. Promising himself to go and get his school supplies the very next day.

A small girl curled up on her bed, she cried silently. She hurt every where, she knew it wasn't right what they did to her, she knew she should tell someone but she so desperately wanted their approval. She knew they had no right to hit her; she sat up and pulled her long brown hair up into a ponytail.

This girl was on Hermione Annabel Granger. She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a book; her dull blue eyes scanned the pages as she read, trying to get her mind off of her pain. Ever since her parents had started drinking they came home drunk and beat her until they passed out. It wasn't so bad when they weren't drunk, then they were at least tolerable.

Hermione was known in school and out to be a huge bookworm, you could normally find her in the library, if not there then outside, leaning against the side of the building. She was resound for her skill when fighting; she had a mean right hook. She took care of a lot of the little kids and was kind toward them, but normally she had a sarcastic attitude that no one could beat that she knew of.

A tall boy with flaming red hair, Dark brown eyes, and scars running up and down the length of his forearm. This boy was currently looking out his window, he sighs and looks to the knife in his hand. He frowns as he hears his entire family downstairs; he had always felt inferior to them, to his brothers, they were all older them him and had done wonderful things. Everything he did just didn't seem to be so wonderful, he wanted to be better then them all.

He growls and drags the knife across his wrist, watching as the crimson blood seeped out. He gave a satisfied smirk, watching this. This boys name was Ronald Arthur Weasley, he hated his name, it was plain, and boring, and bright. In other words everything he wasn't, since he was little he had read his brothers books to try and get as much knowledge and power as possible, but no one ever knew that for they never saw him with a book.

His family thought they knew him, they didn't. In fact they didn't know him at all. They saw the part he let them see, the bright, happy, quiddich obsessed little boy. In reality he was moody, ambitious, sly, cunning, intelligent, and dark. Not dark as in evil but he was dark in the fact that he didn't trust anybody, a mysterious kind of dark, and that is just how he liked it.

TBC

Now see that wasn't so bad now was it? Okay so maybe it was but give me a break I always have trouble starting out new stories, give me a few chapters to hit my stride.

Any way please read and review, see you all next Chapter.

But until then Silver Phoenix Quill is taking flight.

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