Author's Note: I know these chapters are a lot shorter than some of the others in my different stories, but I like this different kind of writing styles. After you get the back stories for each character, the chapters will become longer, so just give me some time to introduce you to these characters through my eyes.

I hope you like hearing about Puck.

Noah Puckerman had always been a badass. His parents had expected it from him. Well, mostly his mom. She had left his dad when he was only 4 years old. Turns out, he wasn't as pure-blooded as he claimed to be. Noah had grown up his entire life under the scorn of his mother, being pressured to be better, solely because he was one-fourth muggle. It wasn't his fault his dad was a lying prick. But still, Noah had always had something to prove.

When he was five, his mother remarried a rich pure-blooded man who went on to become the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Together they had a daughter who was, obviously, pure-blooded. And Noah was rejected for it. He grew up hearing every day how he could never be as good as her, how he could never be enough. He would never be a true wizard. He was the scum on the bottom of his mother and step-father's shoe, and sometimes, Noah had to wonder why his mother had even bothered to keep him when she left his dad. She had never treated him with any respect and Noah was sick and tired of it.

So he started to rebel. When he was eight years old, he beat up his first kid. He left the kid on the playground with a fat lip and a black eye, and he came home to tell his mother, expecting her to shout and yell at him, and tell him to control his temper like his sister despite the fact she was only three.

But instead she just asked him if the kid was a muggle. Noah didn't really know, so he said yes. She hugged him and said she'd never been more proud. She made him his favorite food for dinner, and told his stepfather when he got home, gushing over Noah. He had clapped Noah on the shoulder and said "good job, son", the first time he had even acknowledged any relation to Noah.

So from that day forth, Noah had become Puck, the town's residential badass. To the kids anyway. Everytime he walked on the playground, the atmosphere became tense. Kids jumped off of the swings asking him if he wanted a try. No matter how nice they were to him, Puck still made sure he beat up at least one muggle a week, so his mom would tell him how proud she was and make him his favorite meal.

After awhile Puck noticed that sometimes, he could beat up the kids without ever laying a finger on them. His mother gushed on how proud she was, he boy had magic in him. Puck just found more and more creative ways of beating up kids without ever even touching them or getting caught.

By a certain point, he didn't even do it because it garnered his mother's approval. He did it because it felt, well, it felt good. To have another kid beg for his life as you just laughed and stole his lunch money had a certain charm to it. And Puck fed off of that charm.

The more kids he beat up, the stronger he felt himself getting, until one day, when he was eleven, he suspended a kid into the air using only his mind. Puck stood there, smirking, as the kids screamed questions at him like how are you doing that and please let me down. Puck just laughed.

But at that moment, a policeman had walked around the corner and yelled out at him.

Puck had never run that fast before. He made it through the front door of his home and put his back against it, laughing out loud. He heard his mother in the kitchen say there was mail for him.

Puck grabbed the letter off the counter and saw the Hogwarts seal.

Finally.

Puck ripped open the envelope and read the words saying he'd been accepted to Hogwarts. It wasn't a surprise considering he'd shown an affinity for magic from a very young age and both of his parents had magic blood in them, but still. It was good to know he wouldn't be a loser all his life.

His mother took him to Diagon Alley the next day where he instantly bought the fastest broom there was on the market. He already knew all about Quidditch, and he was just as good at it as he was at football. Because of his small frame, he was a great seeker.

His first time on Platform 9 ¾, he'd only been slightly nervous. Puck wasn't one to get scared. Besides, his nerves had simply disappeared the second another first-year had run up to him, rambling about how his parents were muggles and he was excited to go here, and he'd hoped they could be friends.

Puck let out a small smirk and replied, "No way mudblood". No one had ever doubted him since then, and he'd been the school's undebated number one troublemaker since.

That was seven years ago, and today Puck walked onto Platform 9 ¾, surveying the area for what he knew would be one of the last times. This was his year. And though it would also be his last at Hogwarts, but Puck didn't mind. He had bigger and better things to move onto.

He'd grown up since his first year. He was a lot bigger and a lot taller.

And a lot stronger.

He saw some small kids, first or second years no doubt, running around the station. He laughed. There'd be time to bully the new kids later.

Puck smiled as two hands covered his eyes. "Guess who loser?" he heard a voice say before he pulled the hands off and turned around to see a girl with wavy blonde hair. He smirked at her and said, "Should've known" as she pulled a little seductively on his black and green scarf.