Sixth Year

Chapter 1

Or

The time when Nero beats up that Slytherin kid

Author's note;

This is the story of Nero White, a sixth year Ravenclaw boy from Detroit, MI, Edward Shanx, a fifth year Ravenclaw girl from Dublin, Ireland, and all of these other characters in which do not need to be mentioned as of right now. This story takes place in what will be Harry Potter's second year, so as of right now, tensions are running high between the houses, people are being petrified in the halls of the school, and all sorts of foul things are going on within the castle. Let's watch!

Nero was walking through the dimly lit corridor towards the Ravenclaw common room. Well, walking isn't quite so accurate a word. Nero was stalking toward the dorm. He had seen some movement in front of him about thirty paces. Movement that had quickly ducked behind a gargoyle at the sight of him. Suspicious.

He snubbed the cigarette that he was puffing on, (yes, Nero was a smoker) and crept towards the suspicious subject that he had seen. He reached the gargoyle that he had seen the figure dart behind. As he rounded the thing, the figure jumped at him, wand at the ready. Nero was not going to have that. Without a moment's hesitation, his hand had become a fist and jabbed straight out, hitting the boy in the solar plexus. Pain shot through the boy's tiny frame. He dropped to his knees, gasping for air, dropping his wand. Nero chuckled despite himself; he hadn't hit anybody in quite a while.

The next thing that happened was a blur. The small boy recovered faster than expected and picked his wand back up, but Nero was on him faster that anyone could have anticipated. He had the boy off his feet and up against a wall almost instantly. Nero relieved the boy of his wand and through it down the hall. Nero's face was inches from the boy's. The sun was setting, casting strange, elongated shadows on the boy's face. It was apparent that he was afraid, and also that this evening wasn't going as planned.

"So, kid," Nero said to the boy, in no more than a whisper, "you must be a second or third year, so I can forgive you this once."

"Forgive me for what?" the boy spat back in his face.

"Oh, for threatening me. Now, I'm, only going to ask you this once: what were you doing down here?"

"Uh…I was, uh…" the boy was choking on his words.

"You were lurking, why?" Nero replied, so much venom in his voice that it surprised even him.

"I was waiting for somebody!" the boy was nearly in tears now.

"Ah, and who might that be?" Nero's tone was a bit softer now. He wasn't a bully; he wasn't in this to make the kid cry. He just didn't like lurking Slytherins.

"Uh, someone." The kid replied.

A noise down the hall made them both jump. The noise was footsteps, followed by an angry girl's voice.

"Nero! Put him down!" shouted the voice.

"Well, I…oh, hi Eddy!" Nero replied nervously. Eddy was the only person he feared in the entire school. Not because she was stronger or better than him, but because he loved her, although she didn't know it, and he didn't want to screw that up. The small boy fell to the floor with a thump.

"Now, you," Nero said, pointing at the boy, "get lost, and I don't want to see you down Ravenclaw again! Understood?"

The boy got up and started to run back the way he came. Nero kicked him in the backside, yelling "Run, Forest, run!"

The boy ran, tripping as he bent to grab his abandoned wand.

Nero chuckled despite himself again, watching the spectacle that was the boy running down the hall. He cast his gaze on Eddy. She was not amused.

"You want to tell me what the fuck that was about?" she said. Eddy only ever cursed when she was angry, so Nero knew she was pissed.

"Share a smoke with me and I'll tell you what happened. And stop glowering at me." Nero replied, trying to redeem himself. This was going to be a long night.