Chapter 1 - All fall down
The best way of facing tomorrow is doing your best today.
The castle of Hogwarts lay in one of its rarest moments of absolute silence. It was the first of September, 1991. The time was edging closer to midnight. All over the castle people, creatures, plants, potraits and ghosts alike were deep in sleep except a few anxious students. It would almost appear to be an enchanted sleep if someone looked closely. But there was no one to look closely. Even Albus Dumbledore was snoring a soft tune. Today the wizarding world celebrated the return of their saviour "The boy-who-lived" Harry Potter. The world rejoiced at him being sorted into the house of the proclaimed good people. Some people breathed a sigh of relief as their fear of the next dark lord was proven unnecessary.
But there existed a hidden world within the hidden world. In each of the four house tables sat people who didn't stand out as anything different. But that day as the first years were brought in by Professor McGonagall, they all fought the urge to rise, the urge to bow as their eyes landed on a eleven year old girl with bushy dark hair, bucked front teeth and chocolate eyes. Their eyes followed her with such reverence, adoration and respect that it was impossible to miss. Infact people would have definitely noticed if they all hadn't been gawking open mouthed at Harry Potter. They witnessed the little girl going to the house of lions. Their eyes followed her all through dinner. She however didn't give anything away. She ate her food, made conversation with her house mates and followed the prefects when it was time for bed. And they watched her go knowing that they would see her soon.
So when there was exactly half an hour to midnight, some special students exited their respective common rooms. There were students from all years. They all started moving towards the fourth floor. The Hufflepuffs and the Slytherins made their way up from the dungeons. The Gryffindors and Ravenclaws climbed down the stairs. No one made a sound. No one wanted to speak. As they all met on the center of the fourth floor, the center of Hogwarts, marked by a small red rose on the floor, a seventh year Slytherin girl eldest of them all, stepped forward. She knelt down before the rose and drew a knife from her pockets. As they all waited with baited breath, she pricked her fore finger with the knife tip and let three drops drop to the rose. When the third drop made contact with the rose, it started glowing a bright red. They all let out their breaths that they didn't realize they were holding. A glowing circle expanded around the rose and bathed their faces in red light. One by one, the children from the youngest to the eldest moved into the circle. Each smiled as they stepped in, uttered "home" and disappeared into thin air with no sound. At last the Slytherin girl, stepped into the circle, gave a radiant smile and disappeared with the word home.
The rose stopped glowing and the castle and its inhabitants slept on peacefully.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I DON'T MAKE MONEY FROM THIS. *sigh*
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