Hey everybody, I'm 101olive4u and I'm pretty new to writing MPHFPC, so I'm pretty nervous but still excited! This is based of the MPHFPC book, not the movie. But someday I may write a story for the movie. Personally, I like the book better so I'm going with that. Like the description said, this is completely AU, set in the Harry Potter world with no Harry Potter. Ages may be slightly off, but otherwise follow the book.
Hope you enjoy!
"Alright alright, come along Claire." Enoch O'Connor grumpily dragged his young cousin down the platform away from his father and aunt and uncle. Per request of the adults, Claire was his responsibility on the train.
Claire was terrified, blonde curls swinging back and forth as she clung to Enoch's sleeve with one hand and her trunk with the other. "E-Enoch, I'm scared."
Enoch merely shrugged with a grunt while the pair wove through the crowd of students and parents. He gagged as they passed two Gryffindors being lovey dovey, grumbling about how stupid love was and whatnot.
Enoch lifted his and Claire's trunks into the train. He then boarded the train, swinging Claire up with him.
"Look Claire! Don't they look nice?" Enoch motioned towards a group of first years running past them.
"I-I guess so?" Claire shrugged, eyebrows knit together.
"Great!" Enoch handed the little girl her trunk and gave her a little shove in their direction. "Now go make friends."
"Wait, Enoch! Uncle said that I could sit with y-" Enoch had slipped down the hallway by the time Claire had turned around, leaving her all alone.
"Nice to see you, Emma" a boy with an American accent and dark hair smiled down at his blonde best friend.
She batted her eyelashes, returning the smile. "You too, Jacob. Thanks for sending me letters."
Jacob ducked his head bashfully. "Sure, no problem."
She took his hands and looked into his eyes. "I'm so sorry to hear about your grandfather. I know he meant the world to you."
Jacob looked down. "Thanks. It was pretty hard dealing with the loss."
"So how was the rest of your summer?" Emma adjusted the collar on her blouse. "You were so vague in your letters, I was beginning to worry."
Jacob frowned. That summer had been terrible for him. His grandfather was dead and his parents thought he was crazy. His dad was a squib and his mother a muggle while he and his grandpa were both wizards, creating tension in the family. So when Abe Portman died, Jacob was left alone with no other magical family. His mother and father had always opposed magic while his grandfather loved it. So spending the summer with his strictly muggle family was utterly terrible. The Portmans took him to therapy classes, trying to suck all the magic out of him. It was torturous.
"Jacob?" Emma put a warm hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?"
Her voice snapped Jacob back to reality. He cleared his mind of the hurtful memories and smiled at her. "Yeah, I'm okay." He looked over Emma's head and suddenly smirked as he saw the missing person in their trio. "I found Hugh."
Emma turned around to where Jacob was looking and giggled.
A group of Hufflepuff girls were standing together on the platform chattering and giggling. One specifically stood out, a seventh year with wild and beautiful curly hair and a winning smile. Hugh stood nearby, looking at the girl with the utmost longing.
Jacob cupped his hands. "Oi, Apiston!" Hugh looked up from his yearning and grinned, giving a jaunty wave before making his way over to his fellow Gryffindors.
Seventh year, extremely handsome and popular, keeper and captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team and house prefect, Hugh Apiston was someone everyone got along with. Girls specifically wanted to get to know him, yet he only had his eye on one girl.
"Well who do we have here?!" Hugh clapped Jacob on the back and gave Emma a hug. "Have a good summer?"
Emma nodded. "Went on holiday to visit my family in France." Emma was part veela with French roots. Tall, blonde and slim, Emma Bloom was vivacious and desired. Her younger sister Julia was the spitting image of her.
"Stayed with my family in America," Jacob answered sulkily.
Hugh, having visited Jacob and his family before, understood completely. He gave Jacob a pitying look. "Sorry mate. I know that must've been hard."
Jacob shrugged. "Just glad to be going back to Hogwarts."
Emma opened her arms. "Aren't we all? Now, come, let's go find a compartment." The boys agreed and they boarded the train with their trunks and pets.
"Hope the trolley comes by soon," Jacob mumbled as the three found an empty compartment and put their bags overhead.
"So Hugh," Emma stroked her owl, "any luck with Fiona?" She asked innocently.
Making Hugh Apiston blush was a hard task to complete, yet Emma managed to succeed in five seconds. "How do you know her name?" He asked suspiciously.
Emma rolled her eyes. "Calm down. She's the seventh year Hufflepuff prefect and as Head Girl, I'm making an effort to know all my prefects this year. I spoke to her earlier today while I was waiting for you goons to show up. She's very nice."
"You didn't make any effort to get to know me," Hugh responded cheekily.
Emma whacked him on the back of his head. "Try seventeen years of knowing you. I don't think I need to make any effort."
"When's the trolley going to show up?" Jacob grumbled impatiently.
Emma laughed. "Silly. The train hasn't even left yet." Right on cue, the train whistled and the Hogwarts Express began to pull away from the station.
"Hm," Jacob smirked.
"Bye mum! By pops! Bye Marcie!" Hugh waved out the window as they passed by Mr. and Mrs. Apiston and Hugh's little sister. "Marcie is coming to Hogwarts next year," he explained proudly.
"Bye Marcie!" Emma and Jacob waved out the window at the little girl who waved back.
"She's such a sweetie," Emma sighed. "I wish she was here and not her brother."
Jacob nodded. "True."
"Oi!"
"Just kidding."
Jacob laughed. "I'm not."
"Everybody knows I'm the best Apiston out there." Hugh puffed out his chest.
"Shut up, Apiston."
"Really Bronwyn, I'm okay. You can go sit with your friends, I'll be fine here." A sixth year Ravenclaw said, tiredly rubbing his eyes. He was extremely pale, skinny and sickly looking.
His sister, a strong and bulky seventh year Hufflepuff, sat across from him. Her arms and legs were crossed and she had a worried look on her face. "Of course not, Victor. I'm staying with you until we get to Hogwarts. The full moon was last night and I can tell how hard it was on you. The least I can do is sit with you." It brought tears to Bronwyn's eyes, thinking about everything her brother had to go through each month.
Victor crossed his arms and looked away. "It's fine. Just go."
Bronwyn shook her head, leaning forward. "Victor I-"
"JUST GO!" He shouted, anger flashing through his eyes. "Go find your friends and leave me alone! Jesus Bronwyn, I've spent the entire summer with you, you can leave me alone for a couple hours."
Bronwyn quickly stood and collected her belongings from the compartment. She shut the door as quietly as she could, taking a last look at her brother. He was curled up in the corner of the seat, staring out the window.
Ever since her father left when she was a second year, things were tough for the Bruntley family. Then Victor got bitten by a werewolf and Bronwyn's entire world came crashing down.
Shaking off those thoughts, Bronwyn silently made her way down the corridor, finally coming to a stop at one of the compartments.
As she entered, she was met with squeals and choruses of "hellos" as her seventh year Hufflepuff friends got up to give her hugs and greetings.
Bronwyn smiled at all of them, returning their hugs, before sitting next to Fiona.
Fiona smiled and gave her a hug. "How's Victor?" She whispered.
Bronwyn tensed and clutched her tighter. "Terrible."
Fiona squeezed her hand as the two parted and they turned back to the conversation their friends were having as the train rolled on.
"Ssh," Olive, a second year Ravenclaw with soft brown hair, shushed her friends. The four of them were creeping down the train hallway in search of a specific compartment.
"Where are we going, Olive?" Julia Bloom questioned her best friend curiously.
"I'm looking for the captain of the Ravenclaw quidditch team." Olive responded as she peeked through a window. "I need to talk to her immediately."
"Why?" A girl named Sam asked.
"To convince her to let me go to tryouts."
"But aren't tryouts only for third years and up?" Julia asked curiously.
"Yes…" Olive paused. "But I need to be on the team this year! I just have to!"
"You can do it, Olive!" Her friends chorused supportively.
"Here we go!" Olive selected the correct compartment and asserted herself before opening the door and entering cautiously. Her friends did not go with her but crowded near the window supportively.
"Excuse me," Olive cleared her throat. "I'm here to speak to- Millard?"
"Olive?" Millard, a tall and pale boy, looked at his sister. "What are you doing here? I told you not to bother me."
Olive rolled her eyes. "I'm not here to talk to you. I'm here to talk to Mona."
A sixth year girl turned around to look at the second year. "Yes?" She asked, clearly surprised.
Olive took a deep breath. "I want to be on the Quidditch team this year."
The older students looked at each other and all burst out laughing except for Millard and Mona.
Olive huffed. "I'm very good on a broom and could make our team win this year. I really could."
Mona shushed the rest of her friends. "Listen kiddo. I'm sure you're a good player for your age, but there's a reason younger kids aren't on the team. What are you, a first year? Second year? The other players are vicious and wouldn't cut you any slack. You'd be knocked off your broom in an instant."
Olive frowned. "No I wouldn't, I'm strong."
"I'm sure you are, but I can't let you on the team. I'm sorry."
"But I-" Olive began to say.
"Leave Olive." Millard instructed his sister firmly. "Go sit with your friends."
Olive glared at her brother. "Don't tell me what to do." She turned to Mona. "I'll see you at quidditch tryouts." And with a purposeful tug at the door handle, she was out of the compartment, collecting her friends and leaving.
"She's right, you know,"Millard calmly told Mona.
"What?"
"She's an amazing quidditch player. She's tiny, lighter than air, and that makes her go crazy fast. You'd be lucky to have her on the team."
This put Mona in a deep concentration. "Maybe I will let her try out. See what she can do."
One of her fifth year friends barked out a laugh. "Are you serious, Mona? A second year on your team? You'd be crazy to let her on."
"Shut it Horace. What do you know about quidditch?"
"Enough to know that a little kid should not be playing with seventh years."
Meanwhile, Olive and her friends pranced back to their compartment, hands held and swinging. "You know what, girls? I think I'm going to be the first second year Ravenclaw to ever be on the team," Olive mused happily. "Now let's go get changed."
Yay! First chapter is complete! I'm honestly so excited for this story and I hope readers are too. I've considered publishing this on Wattpad if people don't like it here on FanFiction, but we'll see.
A couple notes:
1. Yes, I made Claire and Enoch cousins and Olive and Millard siblings. I think it fits really well and is kinda cute plus this is AU anyway so...
2. While Horace was in this chapter for only a little bit, I promise he'll be in the story more! I couldn't find any good places to put him in this chapter
3. I'm going to try and use real names from the book for side characters but there are only so many names. Marcie, Sam and Julia were all names in the book but I made up Mona
4. I'm sticking pretty closely to their book ages but they aren't perfect
5. Victor won't be in this very much
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Sorry this is such a long authors note, looks like I had a lot to say
Bye for now!
P.S. Leave a review if you want me to write out a list of the peculiars' houses and ages