Little extra summary. This fanfiction is written by two people and the two main characters are based on ourselves. We wrote it as a bit of fun and we're still writing it. I say we, and really it's just one person, because I'm quite lazy. Brief summary on the characters, otherwise we're chucking you in at the deep end dear reader:
Catherine/Cat Roberts: Gryffindor, Muggleborn, mischief maker and all round nuisance.
Pippit/Pip Morgan: Hufflepuff, Pureblood, parents are Gryffindors but rest of family is Slytherin.
Liam Oswald: Gryffindor, Halfblood, good friends with Pip and Cat and simply a nice character
Alwyn Raven: Slytherin, Pureblood, bit of an arse really.
Cordeilia Regent: Slytherin, Pureblood, Pip's cousin and an even bigger arse with a bit of bitch thrown in for good measure.
That's the main characters. Some characters are the real deal next generation characters, but we haven't worried about what order they're in or whether the age gaps between them is right...So please don't worry about it either. It's all a bit of fun...So enjoy...Maybe?!
Chapter one
As usual the train journey to Hogwarts was an enjoyable one. The atmosphere was warm and there was a buzz of excitement in the air. On the third Carriage in the second cabin down sat two young girls of about fifteen. One was very small for her age, with a mass of black hair, the other, was of about average height, but with crimson hair that sat in a bun on the top of her head. Her hazel eyes were staring across the cabin to her friend.
"You'd think that after five years on this accursed Train I would have gotten over my travel sickness!" Cat moaned rubbing her stomach.
"probably ..."
"Are you actually going to bother making conversation today or should I just talk to myself?"
"Mmm" Pip was staring out the window. The rain was hammering down the side of the windows and for a September morning, it was unnaturally cold.
Cat glared at her for a minute and started reading the daily prophet. She didn't particularly want to think about school until she absolutely had to. Professor McGonagall had warned her that any funny business this year and she was in serious trouble, which completely took all the fun out of being at Hogwarts. "What do you think McGonagall will say at the feast this year? She's not exactly a great public speaker."
"She'll probably just go on about all the areas that are out of bounds and behaviour that is 'most out of order'." Pip imitated the old witches voice and winced slightly at the thought. Last year they had be publicly called out in the Sorting ceremony and used as examples for students who's actions were less than acceptable. She brushed her hair out of her eyes and looked back out of the window again.
Both girls sat quietly for the next hour or so, until the cabin doors opened and a tall Griffyndor joined them. He smiled meekly and perched next to Pip.
"Do you mind?" He asked.
"Make yourself at home" Cat shifted uncomfortably. "How was your Holiday?" Pip shot her a look of disapproval.
The boy stared at the floor. "Lonely"
"I'm sorry Liam" Pip said sympathetically and patted his shoulder. During the summer holidays Liam had caught his girlfriend of 3 years in the arms (and much more) of another boy, a muggle boy much more to the point, which was what really upset him the most. Liam's eyes were cold and he was staring bitterly at his shoes.
"So ..." Cat put in, showing little guilt for having reminded him of this."Who do you think we'll have for a new Defence Against The Dark Arts? I should imagine the position is still marked with an X even after all these years." She gave a chuckle but the reception she got made her stop. "Jesus, will you two lighten up! Or better yet liven up!" She snapped. The train jolted suddenly, making the fluffy grey cat sat on Pip's lap jump to the floor with a hiss.
"Mishka! Come here!" The cat stared at her for a moment defiantly and then left the cabin. "Bloody cat" She muttered making Liam smirk.
"Leave her be, if she wants to go stalk rats then let her, she is a cat."
"It's not rats she wants to stalk, it's poor old Alice Pen-dragon. She must carry something in her robes."
"Or it's because she looks like a rat." Cat grinned.
"You're awful."
"Yeah … I know."
Pip turned to Liam again, ignoring Cat's previous comment and looking at him seriously. "Are you sure you're alright?"
He looked up to meet her eyes and shrugged, "I thought she loved me."
"I guess you thought wrong," Cat said bluntly as the train gave another jolt, and making her turn slightly green.
"Cat! She obviously didn't appreciate what she had, you're far to good for her Liam. You deserve better."
"Like Pip ..."
"Cat! Will you shut up!" Cat imitated zipping her lips together and smiled. Pip rolled her eyes and turned once again to Liam, who was now smiling as well.
"Yeah, I'll be fine as long as I've got my Pip." He looked at her fondly and she blushed slightly.
Cat grinned at them and made a heart shape with her fingers, Pip shot her a look but blushed even more.
When they pulled into the station Liam stood up and muttered something about meeting a friend and left quickly. Cat shook her head. "I know this hasn't been easy for him, but does he have to be so rude?"
"He just broke up with his girlfriend!"
"So, shouldn't you be celebrating, you've wanted him to get rid of that bitch for years."
"True, I am a bit relieved … does that make me a bad person?"
"Yes."
They left the train and managed to steal a carriage all to themselves. Pip looked carefully at the Winged horses pulling it, she sniffed. She's never liked the look of those things, they always creeped her out, they were just so … dead looking. Cat was staring up at Hogwarts with admiration. She loved the way the castle shone amongst all the trees, like it was alive with magic. Hagrid's hut stood as it always had, looking shabby but cosy, Fang was barking up against the windows making unwary passers by jump.
"Pff, I see that the oaf is still alive." Smirked a Slytherin in a nearby carriage.
"you'd think maybe he'd have dropped dead by now" said another hopefully.
"And maybe you'd look better with a broken nose!" snapped Cat angrily.
"I thought we agreed no more fights." Pip reminded her sternly.
"But … Slytherin's are so … satisfying. Punching them is like biting into a fizzing whizzbee." Cat said with an innocent grin. Pip rolled her eyes.
McGonagall was stood at the Entrance hall in front of the Great hall doors, her face was paler and more strained than usual and she looked tired.
"Good evening students. It's good to see you all again." Some students nodded in appreciation. "I don't think that sitting within your houses is necessary for tonight, as it is our first night back, so I shall allow some lenience. But please, no sitting on the tables this year." And with that the doors opened and the students flooded in. Pip joined Cat at the Gryffindor table in between her and Liam who was next to a black haired boy she didn't recognise. Despite being able to sit anywhere, most people sat at there own tables (none of the Slytherin's moved) and Pip felt rather out of place amongst the Griffyndor's. The teachers took their usual places at the end of the hall and looked exactly the same, almost as if they hadn't moved since their last feast in July. One teacher, who they didn't recognise, wore a midnight blue robe and a dark hat, with a dark expression to match. He surveyed the students as they took their places and his lips curled into an unpleasant smile. Professor McGonagall stood up from the largest seat in the middle of the table and said,
"I am sure that you all remember that school rules still apply regardless of your age or how good your grades are" She shot Cat a sharp look, who waved," And so I have only one wish and that is that you respect the school and those in it who are actually trying to learn." At that moment the doors opened and Hagrid strolled in followed by a lot of awe struck first years staring about madly at their surroundings.
"I love first years." said Cat fondly as McGonagall began to inform them of the sorting ceremony.
"What? You hate kids ..." Pip looked rather taken aback.
"Don't be ridiculous! First years are very generous with their money, especially where I'm concerned. I wander if Teddy Lupin has anything for me this year." she grinned and rubbed her hands together straining to see down the table.
""Really … your really going to scam little kids?"
"Oh I do it all the time, you just don't see it."
Pip laughed and turned back to the front to listen to the sorting hats song. She'd obviously heard it before, four times actually, but she still liked it a lot.
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your friends
Those cunning folk …
"Cunning? Arseholes is more like it." Cat wrinkled her nose. "Ravenclaws are boring, and Hufflepuff's are just … well, their Hufflepuff's. Gryffindor is by far the best. " She remarked to the girl on her right who nodded in agreement.
Pip frowned and turned back to the front of the hall where the first years were being sorted. "Is it just me," She said to Liam "Or is it easy to see which are going to be Slytherin?"
"Oh by far, they're the ones that look like they would quite happily throttle you in your sleep."
Pip giggled and looked at him affectionately. He was such a handsome boy, with deep, curly red hair that refused to stay in one place, and bright blue eyes. He was so perfect …
"Jeez, don't make it so subtle Pip, or he'll never know how you feel." Cat whispered sarcastically.
"what?"
"Your practically drooling enough to fill the Thames. Get a grip!"
"What's the Thames?"
"Oh Shut up."
Pip stared at the table for the rest of the ceremony, occasionally getting jostled by passing first years eager to get to friends or family.
"Right then, now that you have all been acquainted with your house mates, I would just like to point out to our new students that the Forest is completely out of bounds, as is the use of dung bombs, stink pellets, any product made by the Weasley's (Fred and Hugo Weasley gave a loud whistle) and anything else of that nature. Thank you. I would also like to introduce you to our new Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher and head of Slytherin house, Professor Damez" She indicated to the wizard in blue, who bowed his head slightly, "I trust you shall all make him feel very welcome here. Now … please enjoy our feast." As she sat down the tables filled with food. Amongst the gasps of first years and the appreciative moans of hunger from some of the older students a familiar laugh could be heard from further down the table. Sir Nicholas was sat in between two young girls who looked completely petrified and was in deep conversation with Kyle Anderson and Avery Rockwater.
"You see." Cat said with a mouthful of chicken, "another reason why Gryffindor is better than Hufflepuff. We have Nick and you have … That!" she said indicating to the opposite table where the Fat Friar was juggling goblets, much to the amusement of a group of second years he was floating above … until he dropped one of course.
"He's actually really nice if you must know." Pip muttered, focusing on her potatoes. "Why do you hate Hufflepuff's so much?"
"I don't hate them, I just think there a bit … wet. Not you of course Pip."
"You know, just because Gryffindor's are supposed to be courageous and all, it doesn't mean that some aren't total gits."
"Pff, like who?"
"Like you!"
Cat smiled in appreciation, "Aw, thank you." Pip sighed and scooped up some trifle.
When the feast ended, the prefects stood up and called all the first years to follow them to their common rooms. Pip stood up and wished Cat and Liam (who gave her a hug, making her turn pink) a goodnight and strode off towards the kitchens. Cat and Liam then trudged up the stairs up to the seventh floor tower, both to tired to make conversation. She slumped onto her bed in her pj's and fell asleep almost immediately without bothering to draw her curtains.
So that's the first chapter. We have plenty more and we still don't really know where we're going...Well we kind of do...Sort of. Tell us what you think...Though don't be too harsh or Pip will cry...Or get angry and turn into the Hulk. Anyway thanks for reading!