Well, I started writing this story a long, long time ago, but I never posted any of it. *shrug* So why not today? It's still nowhere near done, but every once in a while I write a few more additions. This story will have twenty chapters (ten rules per chapter) plus this chapter, which is the prologue. Since it came up, this is based off of the Things I am not Allowed to do at Hogwarts Challenge.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters except for my very own Peter Sigler... and I didn't come up with rules 1 through 150. The last 50, however, were my invention.
Prologue
"Sigler, Peter."
A young boy stepped up to the front of the hall, wearing an engaging grin. His mussed brown hair partially covered his cheerful blue eyes, and the spray of freckles on his nose made him irresistibly cute. Even the prudish Professor McGonagall found herself smiling down at this sweet-faced child.
"You're next, Mr. Sigler. Please have a seat."
Quietly, the young boy pulled himself up on the too-tall stool and squirmed into a more comfortable position, the precious smile never leaving his face. The Professor slowly lowered the Sorting Hat onto his head, and it fell down over the boy's eyes, leaving him in fuzzy darkness.
There was a very long pause, and Peter found himself getting more and more excited with the wait. Finally, a voice in his ear said, "Dear God, boy. I haven't seen a mind like this since I sorted the Weasley twins."
"Is that good?" the boy asked mentally.
"Er… that depends on what you mean by 'good.' The twins are incredibly bright, that's undeniable, but they… get into trouble a bit," the hat finished lamely.
"That's okay," the boy thought back. "I plan on having an absolute blast at Hogwarts."
The voice gulped. "And I thought Harry was going to be the hardest to sort this year…. Tell you what, Peter. You promise not to get me involved in your hijinks, and I'll sort you properly."
"Done."
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat cried aloud. Peter felt the weight taken off of his head and looked up to find Professor McGonagall smiling down on him.
"Welcome to my house, young man."
He grinned back and slid off his chair to join his applauding housemates. Oh, what a grand seven years it would be.
This was just an introduction to Peter's character - the rules will start up in the very next chapter. Please review!