Days of Life, Love, and Living at Hogwarts
(Author's Notes: Hello, and welcome to a marvelous story of slash! Yes, that's right folks, slash. As in guy and guy relationships! And chanslash, as in minor guy with adult guy... So, if you don't like that sort of thing, bye-bye!
Anyhow, for those of you who stayed, the prologue is about the peculiar matchmaker of the tale... Bill. The other chapters (of which there will be most likely be five and an epilogue) will be about the various couples. They are basically their own stories, only all related because they start at the same time and end at the same point. Each anecdote ends at a cliffhanger, and will be resumed, about every couple, in the epilogue. I know the prologue is very short, but the chapters will be extremely long, so don't worry. Don't forget to have fun too!
Sorry if the Sorting Hat song stinks. I'm horrible at poems... Bye! Oh, and if Bill seems a little out of character, don't worry. You'll see why in later chapters...)
Prologue
"So, back at Hogwarts." The very words made him smile in amusement, the corners of his blue eyes crinkling as he grinned. His long, slender fingers absently flicking imaginary dust off his black robe, the oldest son of Arthur and Molly Weasley scanned the Great Hall, in which he had spent his seven school years eating and laughing with his friends.
The grin still tugging at his full lips, he shifted in his seat, inclining to the left in the direction of Headmaster Dumbledore to question, "Do you think Ron and Ginny are going to be surprised about me?"
The headmaster smiled in return, his bright blue eyes twinkling.
"I'll enjoy their reactions," was his only reply, and Bill chuckled vigorously in concurrence. He started to talk once more, and then silenced himself as all of the students, save the first years, began to file inside. Grinning, he leaned back in his chair and searched the crowd for his youngest brother and only sister. He frowned when he spotted Ginny, but not Ron. Where could his little brother be? Bill tried to relax as more and more children trooped in. Ron was with his best friends, most likely. But as the steady stream of students began to decrease to a tiny trickle, his apprehension increased until his fingers began to pluck almost desperately at his robe. The line of students vanished, for all had found their seats. Still no Ron, Harry, or Hermione. As he scanned the room again, his bright blue eyes glinted with anxiety.
"Ach," he growled, causing Dumbledore to turn and raise an eyebrow at the sudden thick accent in the Englishman's words. "Where is 'e?"
"I'm sure he's fine, Bill." Dumbledore spoke cheerfully, but his ancient eyes watched the man carefully as Bill scowled, all merriment vanished.
"He better not have gotten into trouble." The accent gone from his mutterings, the newest professor leaned back in his chair and scowled. Then, quite suddenly, his eyes flashed with an eerie glow, and he smiled serenely, all tension draining from his lithe form.
"There 'e is." The harsh accent heavy in his words, he fluttered a languid hand towards the direction of the exit.
Dumbledore turned just in time to see a familiar mane the color of rust pop in through the doorway. The Headmaster watched as Ron Weasley entered the Great Hall, flanked by the famous Boy-Who-Lived and Hermione Granger.
"I wonder what took him," Bill mused cheerily as the trio made their way to the Gryffindor table, oblivious to the curious glances the other teachers were giving him. The accent was completely gone from his voice.
"You can ask him after the Welcoming Feast," Dumbledore assured him before rising to introduce the Sorting Hat to the white-faced first years.
Bill nodded, but his eyes were upon his siblings the entire time the old hat sang,
"More than several centuries ago
Before any of you were born
There lived four mages you all know
In a time when magic was scorned
Dear Rowena, so smart and strong
Brave Godric, so valiant and quick
Beloved Helga, so loving and true
And Salazar, lord of all tricks
They thought up a daring plan
One that never would succeed
On a unplotted land
They planted a learning seed
The seed then grew
To Hogwarts School
Where all magical humans
Could learn their tools
But when they joined
They had to try
On me so I could see
What house they'd best lie
In Gryffindor
The bravest do dwell
In Hufflepuff
Live the most loyal and true
In Ravenclaw
The smartest do well
In Slytherin
The power-hungry will do
So come on and don't be afraid
Legendary Gryffindor made me
And I'll always be true
In where you ought to be."
As the gathered mass cheered, and McGonagall began to call the first-years to try the Sorting Hat on, Bill's eyes were unfocused and his expression was thoughtful. When Hagrid leaned over and whispered something in his ear, he merely smiled absently and nodded in accord.
. . .
While Femoral Zachary leapt from the stool and joined his fellow Hufflepuffs, Dumbledore rose from his chair to address the entire school, new and old, one and all.
As Dumbledore began to speak, Bill seemed to shake himself of his musings, and attempted to have an earnest conversation with Hagrid, who was only too happy to oblige.
. . .
"And now," Dumbledore finished his long speech, giving them altogether a kindly but serious smile, "I'm sure you're all aware that Professor Moody retired last year. At the present time, I would like to introduce you all to our latest Defense Against Dark Arts professor... Professor Weasley."
In the crowd, Ron fell out of his chair as Bill got to his feet and grinned at the assembly, giving them all a cheerful wave.
To be continued...
(Author's Notes: Hello, and welcome to a marvelous story of slash! Yes, that's right folks, slash. As in guy and guy relationships! And chanslash, as in minor guy with adult guy... So, if you don't like that sort of thing, bye-bye!
Anyhow, for those of you who stayed, the prologue is about the peculiar matchmaker of the tale... Bill. The other chapters (of which there will be most likely be five and an epilogue) will be about the various couples. They are basically their own stories, only all related because they start at the same time and end at the same point. Each anecdote ends at a cliffhanger, and will be resumed, about every couple, in the epilogue. I know the prologue is very short, but the chapters will be extremely long, so don't worry. Don't forget to have fun too!
Sorry if the Sorting Hat song stinks. I'm horrible at poems... Bye! Oh, and if Bill seems a little out of character, don't worry. You'll see why in later chapters...)
Prologue
"So, back at Hogwarts." The very words made him smile in amusement, the corners of his blue eyes crinkling as he grinned. His long, slender fingers absently flicking imaginary dust off his black robe, the oldest son of Arthur and Molly Weasley scanned the Great Hall, in which he had spent his seven school years eating and laughing with his friends.
The grin still tugging at his full lips, he shifted in his seat, inclining to the left in the direction of Headmaster Dumbledore to question, "Do you think Ron and Ginny are going to be surprised about me?"
The headmaster smiled in return, his bright blue eyes twinkling.
"I'll enjoy their reactions," was his only reply, and Bill chuckled vigorously in concurrence. He started to talk once more, and then silenced himself as all of the students, save the first years, began to file inside. Grinning, he leaned back in his chair and searched the crowd for his youngest brother and only sister. He frowned when he spotted Ginny, but not Ron. Where could his little brother be? Bill tried to relax as more and more children trooped in. Ron was with his best friends, most likely. But as the steady stream of students began to decrease to a tiny trickle, his apprehension increased until his fingers began to pluck almost desperately at his robe. The line of students vanished, for all had found their seats. Still no Ron, Harry, or Hermione. As he scanned the room again, his bright blue eyes glinted with anxiety.
"Ach," he growled, causing Dumbledore to turn and raise an eyebrow at the sudden thick accent in the Englishman's words. "Where is 'e?"
"I'm sure he's fine, Bill." Dumbledore spoke cheerfully, but his ancient eyes watched the man carefully as Bill scowled, all merriment vanished.
"He better not have gotten into trouble." The accent gone from his mutterings, the newest professor leaned back in his chair and scowled. Then, quite suddenly, his eyes flashed with an eerie glow, and he smiled serenely, all tension draining from his lithe form.
"There 'e is." The harsh accent heavy in his words, he fluttered a languid hand towards the direction of the exit.
Dumbledore turned just in time to see a familiar mane the color of rust pop in through the doorway. The Headmaster watched as Ron Weasley entered the Great Hall, flanked by the famous Boy-Who-Lived and Hermione Granger.
"I wonder what took him," Bill mused cheerily as the trio made their way to the Gryffindor table, oblivious to the curious glances the other teachers were giving him. The accent was completely gone from his voice.
"You can ask him after the Welcoming Feast," Dumbledore assured him before rising to introduce the Sorting Hat to the white-faced first years.
Bill nodded, but his eyes were upon his siblings the entire time the old hat sang,
"More than several centuries ago
Before any of you were born
There lived four mages you all know
In a time when magic was scorned
Dear Rowena, so smart and strong
Brave Godric, so valiant and quick
Beloved Helga, so loving and true
And Salazar, lord of all tricks
They thought up a daring plan
One that never would succeed
On a unplotted land
They planted a learning seed
The seed then grew
To Hogwarts School
Where all magical humans
Could learn their tools
But when they joined
They had to try
On me so I could see
What house they'd best lie
In Gryffindor
The bravest do dwell
In Hufflepuff
Live the most loyal and true
In Ravenclaw
The smartest do well
In Slytherin
The power-hungry will do
So come on and don't be afraid
Legendary Gryffindor made me
And I'll always be true
In where you ought to be."
As the gathered mass cheered, and McGonagall began to call the first-years to try the Sorting Hat on, Bill's eyes were unfocused and his expression was thoughtful. When Hagrid leaned over and whispered something in his ear, he merely smiled absently and nodded in accord.
. . .
While Femoral Zachary leapt from the stool and joined his fellow Hufflepuffs, Dumbledore rose from his chair to address the entire school, new and old, one and all.
As Dumbledore began to speak, Bill seemed to shake himself of his musings, and attempted to have an earnest conversation with Hagrid, who was only too happy to oblige.
. . .
"And now," Dumbledore finished his long speech, giving them altogether a kindly but serious smile, "I'm sure you're all aware that Professor Moody retired last year. At the present time, I would like to introduce you all to our latest Defense Against Dark Arts professor... Professor Weasley."
In the crowd, Ron fell out of his chair as Bill got to his feet and grinned at the assembly, giving them all a cheerful wave.
To be continued...