Okay, I really suck at summaries AND titles, but read it anyway, it's only my third fic. Please review honestly – don't say it's awesome if it's rubbish. Say why it's rubbish. :D
This isn't slash. Enjoy. I don't own Harry Potter though, nor do I own any characters in this story. I do own all the ones that aren't in the book though. I think. I OWN THIS PLOT, SO PLEASE DO NOT TAKE ANY ASPECT OF IT. PLEASE.
James walked into the train, looking back to see his brother leaning in close to his father looking worried. He was probably voicing his worries about Slytherin. Slytherin wasn't all that bad. There were a few people who fancied themselves as the next Voldemort. Some of them were in Gryffindor. Some of them were… He stopped himself thinking about it and walked into the nearest compartment. It had three people in it. They were all in their fifth year at Hogwarts and he hated them. One, the leader, was in Slytherin. His name was Alexander Carrow, but he preferred to be called Alex. The other two were in Gryffindor, but he guessed they threatened the Sorting Hat with the Cruciatus curse before they were admitted. They were both children of Death Eaters. There was Lucia Greyback – the famous werewolf's daughter and Jason Lestrange, the belated son of Belatrix and Voldemort. He didn't tell anyone about this, but it was obvious. It was also obvious that he wanted to be exactly the same as his father. Alex looked up as he walked in. "Do you want to leave your stuff in the compartment with your brother? There's not enough room in here." He motioned to the wall, where a wooden board had been set up.
"Okay." Muttered James, looking at the floor. He walked out backwards, carrying his luggage
"And come back here!" Yelled Jason, sounding almost as mad as his mother.
Albus walked onto the train, finding an empty compartment and waiting for his brother to show up so he could ask him about Hogwarts. After he finally did show up, looking slightly scared, he dumped his trunk into the compartments.
"I have to go and…" He stopped talking and grinned, "So, you see, I can't be here all journey. See you."
James walked into the compartment and stood against the wooden board up against the end of the compartment, facing the room. He watched as Alex got out his wand and waved it at the windows, which turned opaque. His wand was incredibly sharp, like a knife. He stabbed around James, around the edges of his T-Shirt. It stuck there, leaving him there for all the people in the room to punch and kick him. Which they did for half an hour. After they had finished, Lucia raised her wand. "SECTUMSEMPRA!" The front of his shirt ripped and a cut appeared on his chest. He fell to the floor.
"Well, that marks the end of another journey." Alex gave a spiteful grin, waved his wand and all of James' cuts healed except the one that appeared on his chest.
He ran, leaving his shirt behind to the compartment he and his brother were sharing. Without even noticing his cousin Rosie he pulled another shirt out of his trunk and put it on.
As James turned his back, the light of the setting sun caught something shiny. There were scars all the way down his back. Albus looked outside the window just as James turned back. "It's time to get changed into out robes. Bye Rosie."
Rosie walked out, slamming the door behind her.
"You really know how to handle girls. Why were you bleeding?" Albus stood up, feeling concerned about his brother for the first time he could remember. "So, what are all the scars on your back?"
"You ask too many questions." James blanked Al and just pulled his robes over his head. "We've arrived, anyway. Good luck with the troll!" And with that he left, leaving Al to wonder what James meant by that.
"BUT YOU SAID IT WAS A HAT!!!!" He screamed, running out of the compartment and trying to find Rosie, who James had pushed out.
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