Neo- Howdy FanFiction Community, welcome the first chapter of Hogwarts Consortium, this is a joint account and effort of me and my friend Music. Say hello to the internet Music!
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Music- I already make nice through writing!
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Music- You'd think that I would be the nice one, in this situation, being a girl, and all.
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Neo- You know what? We are going to take this into another room, you enjoy the story while we settle our differences.
Music- You can't hit me! You don't hit girls!
Neo-When did I say I was going to hit anyone!?
Music-...
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Chapter 1 " To Hogwarts We Go!"
Holly's P.O.V
Mum and Dad insisted on Hogwarts from the very beginning. After the war with Voldemort, the wizarding world became much more cautious when it comes to protection against the dark magic that lingers throughout the streets. My parents were no exception to such thoughts, and were quick to make sure that I had the best education available to me as possible. After all, they were Hogwarts alumni, themselves, and who better than to teach a young witch how to protect herself than those who you know and trust?
Standing at the front of platform nine and three quarters is intimidating. I think to myself, as my mother fusses over my trunk and other belongings. It was quite an entertaining sight to see, as her long blonde hair, which was much like my own, was flying all over the place as she scurried to double check that I was prepared to spend the rest of the year at Hogwarts castle, learning how to control and use my magic.
"Now, you listen to me, alright?" She warns, sternly, "When we go through the column to the platform, I don't want you to stop for a moment. You must go through with absolute certainty otherwise we might end up admitting you to St. Mungo's tonight rather than into Hogwarts because you'll get stuck in the brick and we'd have to pull you out. That wouldn't have a wonderful outcome, don't you agree?"
I roll my eyes in response, "Mum, if I'm not afraid of the flop network, then what makes you think I'm afraid of the wall? I'll be fine. Stop worrying."
Her eyes soften. "I'm just worried about my only girl going to Hogwarts for the first time. You're only a first year, once, dear." She sighs and gestures to the brick, "Go on, then. You can't keep your new friends waiting."
I smile and give Mum a hug. "Bye, Mum. I love you. Tell everyone at home that I said goodbye. I'll visit by floo as often as I can."
I walk through to the platform as quickly as I could and find myself in a large crowd of other witches and wizards of all ages. There were owls flying through the air, and trunks full of student's belongings scattered just about everywhere. Throughout the platform, there were students saying farewell to their loved ones and embracing the friends they missed from Hogwarts, often climbing into the Hogwarts Express together. Smiling to myself, I take a deep breath and make my way through the crowd and up onto the train.
Finding my way to an empty compartment, I sit myself down inside after putting my trunk and other belongings into the overhead carrier. Feeling useless just plainly sitting there without anything to do, I find my wand and take it out; anxious to start practicing my spells.
After a while of trying to tirelessly transfigure a wire hanger that I found in the overhead, I heard the door to the compartment open, and a head poked in.
"Hello, I'm a first year and, well, it's my first year. So uhm, this is my first year riding on the Hogwarts Express. To Hogwarts. I was wondering if I could sit in here, too? All the other compartments are nearly filled, well except for this one compartment where there are a ton broken seats and candy wrappers, so, if you don't mind could I sit here too because there jus-"
"It's ok. I'm a first year, too." I laugh lightly at the black-haired boy's nervous demeanor. "You can sit here. I'm just practicing spells, if you don't mind that." I smile.
"Cool, thanks. Mind if I ask what spell you're working on?" He asked, eyebrow lifted.
"Not at all. I'm trying to transfigure a wire hanger I found in the overhead carrier. I don't think it's working, though." I furrow my eyebrows in frustration, "My wand has a core of Phoenix feather, which are a bit harder to control and recieve loyalty from than most."
"Ah, well, what are you trying to transfigure it into? That could be a big part of it, and trust me, I know about temperamental wands, mine has a dragon heartstring core, from a Hungarian Horntail, really temperamental." He said, taking out his holly wood wand, giving it a quick flick as he did so.
"Don't laugh, but," I roll my eyes, "Simple as it is, a needle. My parents went to Hogwarts and told me that one of the first things that everyone learns is how to transfigure something into a needle. I want to be ahead of the game."
"I get you, but I think when we learn this the object is already pretty close to a needle in shape, so that may have a huge effect on it," He shrugs his shoulders, "I'm not too sure about that, though, so how about we check with one of the books, just to be sure?"
"We were born magical. You'd think this stuff would just come naturally?" I huff.
He laughs. "Yeah, but I heard that the Headmaster was muggle born and she graduated at the top of her class. So, I guess lineage isn't everything, huh?" He says, giving a light hearted chuckle.
"I meant magical folk in general, not just lineage. I don't really care about lineage." I explain, but then ask with curiousity, "How'd you know I'm a pureblood?"
"Really fancy Robes, I noticed that a lot of pureblood families don't even realize it, but they get the nicest robes, while muggle born students pick the cheaper ones. I think it is because we pay for things in gold, not common outside of the wizarding world." He says.
I look down at my robes in curiousity. "My parents brought me to Madam Malkin's and wouldn't let me pick. I would have picked something simpler, myself. Mum was insistent, though."
"Yeah, same thing really, its one of those things parents do, but muggle born ones don't seem to realize that gold doesn't mean much here so they use sickles instead." He shook his head. "I just realized I never introduced myself. The name is Achilles, Achilles Alistaire."
"Holly Holliday. Nice to meet you." I extend my hand out and he shakes it.
He reaches out and grabs my hand, shaking it. "Its a pleasure, you are a really cool girl."
"Ha! The most I've been called is an overachiever, believe me. You're pretty smart."
"Thanks, but I'm not that smart, my big bro taught me most of this stuff before I came here, he graduated last year. Gryffindor, which is the house I hope to get into. You hoping for any house in particular?"
"I was just going to ask you the same question," I smile. "My Mum was a Ravenclaw, and my Dad was a Gryffindor. I'm fine with either or. I actually don't have a preference, from what I've read, the sorting hat is smart enough on it's own to do the job right. So, even if I'm a Hufflepuff, I'll be alright with the outcome."
"Same, I just really want Gryffindor, everyone in my family has graduated from Gryffindor, well except for my Dad, he was in Slytherin, but I would rather not go there, he didn't really enjoy his stay there." Achilles shrugged, confused about his father's dislike of his house.
"There is a fine line between Slytherin and Gryffindor. They aren't that much different." I note.
"I guess, I don't know. A lot of my mom's family don't like that fact that he was a Slytherin, but Mom doesn't care, so its all cool at home."
"So then either way, you should be fine. Don't worry." I smile, "Maybe we'll be in the same house! It'd be good to have a new friend there."
"I hope so too, it would be really nice to hang with you more often. But even if we don't go to the same dorms we can still chill right?" Achilles asks, looking towards me.
"Of course!" I answer. "I heard the DA is still intact as a sort of memorial for the war. I was going to join, if you join too, that would be cool."
"Totally, I was gonna join anyway, I love learning magic and dueling, my dad taught me a lot about it when I was little and even showed me a few moves. Granted I couldn't actually use them, not having a wand and all, but still, it was awesome!"
"I have a feeling this year will be totally awesome." I add, happy to have a new friend.
JASPER's POV
I can't believe I got into Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry! I honestly expected to have to go to that other school my Father wanted to send me to, Durmstrang or something like that. I know he graduated from there, but Hogwarts is where mom went! And I got to say, if the school is as impressive as the train, and the shielding around it, then it will be so worth the time it took to apply to it. I look back at my Dad, his ever annoying grin on his face, like he knows something I don't, I'll show him when I get back with a ton of spells to kick his butt with. I turn away from my father, looking at the giant stone pillar in front of me that will lead me to platform 9 ¾.
"You know if you mess this up I will never let you live it down," My Father says, I can practically feel him smug grin when he speaks. I'll show him.
"Then I won't miss will I?" I run at the pillar, looking a lot more confident then I feel, but I got this, I know I do. All I have to do it-"UGH" not that. I stand back up, glaring at my Father, who is laughing uncontrollably. "We're at the wrong platform aren't we?" He gives me an unsteady nod, leaning over from all his laughter. Oh he will pay for this. I grimly walk to the correct pillar, my Father making constant jokes about my "sudden collision with the wall" as we go. As we reach the right pillar I looks at Father, serious, before he hugs me.
"I'm gonna miss you, you know?" I nod into his chest, holding him before we slowly part. I look up at him, smiling, before turning back to the wall. I grab my trolley and begin running at the wall, but, at the last possible moment, I look back, waving my father's wallet in my face, and stick my tongue out at him. I hear him yell something, but I am already halfway through the wall and everything is getting muffled. Then I am standing in a different platform, a train directly in front of me and I just realize one important factor I don't know how I am going to stop this trolley. I feel the trolley stop, my stomach crashing into it, getting a grunt from me. I look up to see a girl, around my age, with blonde hair, staring at me like I was some kind of idiot, her foot hold my trolley back. "Uh, hi?"
"You nearly ran me over." She says, still staring.
"Oh, yeah, that is a thing…..Sorry?" I say, scratching the back of my head.
She sighs, shaking her head, "Your kind of stupid, aren't you?"
"No! I am just kind of, well, uh-" "Yeah, thats what I thought." She begins walking away towards the train. I struggle not to say anything, I mean I did almost run her over, before she suddenly turns back to me, a smile playing on her lips.
"You coming or what?" I grin, now this is someone I could get along with. I run towards her, lifting my stuff off the trolley before kicking it away, probably hitting someone with it. We choose a car far away from the rest of the first years, I think my new friend, I think, is a tad bit anti-social. As we sit down I suddenly notice something, she is still staring at me.
"Uh, why are you staring at me?" I ask, suddenly feeling fairly disturbed.
"Wondering if you're going to introduce yourself or if I'm just going to be calling you idiot for the rest of the ride."
I slap myself in the head, how could I forget about that, "Right, names Jasper Overland, nice to almost run you over, I mean meet you."
She grins "Noelle Weatherton, and thanks for not running me over, even though I'm the one who stopped you."
I shrug, she has a fair point, "Well, at least we both made a new friend out of it right?" I smile.
"True enough, so, what house do you want to be in?" Very direct, isn't she?
"Eh, I'm aiming for Slytherin, seems really cool, plus, no offense to the Gryffindors, but they seem way too rowdy for me"
"Says the guy who almost ran me over."
"Hey, you asked." I say, rolling my eyes. "So what house you looking at?"
"Same, though I don't really see you as cunning." She says bluntly, hurtful.
"You've known for five minutes, how would you know? Besides, I can already tell you one thing, I am getting into Slytherin." I say
"Oh? How do you know that?"
backkkkkk"Simple, I refuse to go to any other house, if that hat tried to send me any where but Slytherin I'll hex it into oblivious." I feel a sinister smile on my face, hey what can I say, I can be pretty twisted when the urge hits me.
"Maybe you will be in Slytherin after all." She grins, as if amused by my response, to which I grin back.
"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship" We say at the same time, the train whistling as it stops.
Jasper POV
Noelle and I exit the train, ignoring the rush of students, I grin as I hear them all shout about how awesome the castle is. They think this is impressive they should see Durmstrang, my dad brought me there once, trying to get me to study there I guess, and while I like Hogwarts better, it has nothing on Durmstrang on pure size. I look to Noelle, who looks as unimpressed as I do, hm, guess I'm not the only one to isn't so easily impressed.
"So, shall we board the ships to get to the main building?" I ask, smirking.
"Ladies first" She holds her are out, gesturing me to get in the boat first. I see a grin on her face and offer my arm to her.
"Shall we?"
"We shall." We enter the boat, two other students joining us, some blonde girl and a spikey haired boy. I ignore them, focusing Noelle, who seems to be staring at the two new students with us, almost evaluating them. Guess she is scoping out the competition, after all, from the way these guys are talking I guess they aren't exactly the Slytherin type, meaning that come the school year they will be our competition for the house cup.
"Hello!" The blonde girl speaks, smiling towards Noelle and I. I resist the urge to roll my eyes at her friendly demeanor, definitely not a Slytherin, but I suppose having some friends in the other houses isn't a bad thing.
"Hey," I say "Names Jasper Overland."
"Noelle Weatherton." Noelle says behind me, sounding interested in our new..guests? Acquaintances? Eh, whatever they are.
"I'm Holly Holliday. Obviously, a first year, and pleased to meet you both." Her name is ridiculous, Holly Holliday? I am going to have fun with that along the line.
"Holliday?" Noelle asks, "That's a pureblood family. Like mine." She states, bluntly.
"Yeah, Holly and I are both purebloods. Oh, I'm Achilles Alistaire, nice to meet you." Achilles says, offering his hand to both Noelle and I. Great, they are both friendly. But, I put on a smile and shake his hand, got to be polite, right?
"So, how do you two know each other?" I ask, somewhat interested, after all, they seem pretty close.
Holly shrugs. "Met on the train. How about you two?"
"Jasper almost ran me over with a trolley." Noelle says, looking bored, or at least uninterested in this part of the conversation. Guess that makes sense, she did live through it.
"What?!" Achilles shouts, "Are you okay?"
"She is fine, stopped it with her foot, if anything I came out of that encounter with more injuries than her." I say, putting a hand on my still somewhat sore stomach. I hit the trolley rather hard.
Holly starts laughing. "That's a great story to start out the year."
I give a light chuckle, "I suppose so, isn't it?" I get a nod from both Noelle and Achilles, who chuckled slightly at the story. Suddenly the boat rocked and we landed at the main part of the school.
Holly sighs. "Well, this is it. Let the sorting ensue." I step off the boat, offering a hand to Noelle and Holly, gentleman raised, or rather drilled into me from my father.