Hello and welcome to our fanfic. I say 'our' because
two people, the angel and the devil wrote this. This is the first chapter of
our fanfic based around Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. Hope you
like it.
Disclaimer: As you probably know, most of the
environment this story takes place in was created by J.K. Rowling and therefore
belongs to her. The characters and the plot and a few other features are the
only things in this story that belong to us, plus some of the ideas.
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Chapter One
"Any
empty compartments, Tim? There's none this end," Jess called to her friend. Tim
shook his head as he approached her.
"Where's
Meg?" he asked when he arrived at the place she was standing.
"I'm
here," the girl in question popped her head out of a nearby carriage door. "All
I could find was this same compartment. The one we were in last year, empty as
usual. Do you think its cursed or something?"
"No,"
Tim reasoned. "Dumbledore wouldn't allow that." He was helped by Luke and Alex
to haul his trunk onto the train.
"What've
you got in here, Tim?" Alex exclaimed amazed at how much the boy could pack,
whereas Jess had a suspicion he had used a spell.
"Books,"
he replied simply. "I though some extra
reading would be useful as our ordinary wizarding levels are coming up." Once
all five trunks were pushed and shoved in to the corner of the compartment and
Alex and Tim's owl cages was loaded on board Charlotte began to scan the
platform. "Cinders?" She called only to spin around at a yell of pain from
Luke.
"Ouch,
I'm no mouse!"
Meg
had to stifle her smile at the cold stare Charlotte gave the angry Luke as he
had almost kicked the cat off the train.
"Where's
Jinks, Shadow?" Alex attempted to distract the pair by changing the subject;
Jinks was Shadow's cat.
"Its
Jinker and Shadow is letting me look after it on the train journey,"
Skye Jenkins (Shadow's twin sister from Hufflepuff) announced as she entered
proudly. "Can I stay in here for a while? Jinker was so noisy Jane, James,
Derek and Louise left before I managed to shut him up. They said they'd be back
in about five minute though." She added quickly. Skye had used to be quite shy
of Gryffindors, feeling inadequate being in Hufflepuff. She seemed to of gotten
over her shyness. She sat down as Mrs. Jenkins checked on them,
"Oh
good, you're here, Skye dear." She handed a package each to Skye and Shadow
containing a lunch they, probably, wouldn't eat. "Now be good this year, you
two. Hello Meg, Alex, Charlotte, Timothy and, is it Liam? Oh no, Luke, I never
can remember your name." Then, before Shadow could complain about his lunch she
was pulling back from the train. "You'll be going now dears, Bye!" Alex leaned
from the window to wave when a misty grey cat, more like a kitten really, leapt
onto the windowsill purring.
"Thunder!"
A female voice called after it and soon after the owner came into view,
"Thunder, no!"
The
girl who came forward had short black hair, eyes that commanded attention that
seemed to shift in colour from blue to green to grey, like the sea, there was a
trolley carrying a medium sized trunk in front of her. Running towards the
kitten and the train, in fact running straight at Alex, she realised kitten,
train, passengers and all where about to leave. Alex instinctively opened the
door as she skidded to a halt in front of her.
"Hi,"
she said and grinned contagiously at her. Loading her trunk onto the train she
scooped up her kitten (which had fallen onto the platform floor when Alex
opened the door) and jumped aboard closing the door behind her. "Hope you don't
mind," she apologised for herself and her pet, still grinning. "I'll find
another compartment if you like, it was just that I was sure the train was
going to leave without me." The train jerked into motion and the newcomer fell
backwards landing gracefully on her trunk as if it were a stool. "See, I don't
even take up much space!"
Alex
looked at the others, Skye and Shadow, alike as always, seemed to have caught
the mystery girl's grin, Luke was staring at her in surprise, Timothy looked
slightly suspicious, Meg seemed indifferent and Charlotte looked at her coldly,
five out of seven wasn't bad, she wasn't going to tell her to go. Alex would of
thought that Charlotte would have been glad to meet the girl who seemed to
share in interest in cats. None of the other Ravenclaw's liked them much. The
newcomer looked about fifteen, not much older than any of them. She was
definitely not a first year but was not recognisable as anyone in the school
and she did not act as if she knew any of the seven, yet.
"Its
fine with me if you stay." Alex told her and the other six nodded in agreement,
though Charlotte did so rather stiffly and Skye looked very timid as she
nodded. The girl's smile grew even though, beforehand, that had seemed
impossible.
"Great,
I hope I can count you as my first friends at Hogwarts. I'm Roz, Rosalyn
Gregson really, but, please, Roz is much nicer, don't cha think?"
Luke
nodded grinning at the new arrival.
"I'm
Timothy Longbottom," Tim began. "This is Luke Johnson, Charlotte Donald, Alex
Simmons, Skye and Shadow Jenkins and Meg Truit," she added indicating each
student respectively. Roz smiled at them all equally. "I don't mean to be rude"
Charlotte began but the group had a dreading feeling that he was going to be.
"But you don't look like a first year." Roz looked surprised at the question.
"Well,
I'm not." She answered still puzzled. "This is my fourth year of secondary
school." Charlotte blankly back at Roz, which was far from what Alex, Meg, Tim
felt and Luke, Shadow and Skye looked, confused.
"You
said we were you first friends at Hogwarts, yet you are in your fourth year?"
Luke asked.
Suddenly
understanding dawned onto Roz's face and a smiled played again on her lips.
Luke wondered if she ever stopped smiling, she had done so only once since he
had met her, and even that there was a slight smiling glint in her eye.
"You are
a fourth year, right? Same year as us?" Shadow asked. The smile Roz wore
broadened into a grin.
"Oh, yes. I am a
fourth year. I've only just started at Hogwarts. I'm glad you're in the same
year as me, all of you." She glanced doubtfully at Charlotte. "You all, are
fourth years, right?" Charlotte nodded stiffly, she wasn't that much smaller
than the others and Roz herself looked slightly short for a fourth year. "Does
that mean I can stay?" Roz asked hopefully. Most of the group then looked at
each other and nodded. "Great, well, we've all done intro's, what next? Mind if
I sit on a more comfortable seat?" Roz stood up, swaying slightly as the train
moved, and pushed her trunk to one side of the compartment as she sat down next
to Shadow near the door way.
"We've all been
introduced but we don't actually know who you are," Meg pointed out. "Are you
going to tell us or do we have to guess?" She smiled.
"Yes, why are you
only joining school now? It might just be me but I haven't heard of any other
schools of magic in Britain. You're not from abroad are you?" Luke asked her
from where he was sitting across the compartment, opposite Roz.
"Nope, British
through and through," Roz told them all. "I guess it would seem confusing. It
still kinda confuses me."
"That helps,"
Charlotte said flatly, smiling sardonically.
"What still kinda
confuses you? It doesn't confuse us yet because we don't actually know what it
is," Alex pointed out; she belonged in these situations, meeting people. She
was frequently being told of the ease with which she could introduce herself
and others. She could make it seem that she had always known people she had
only recently met in a short time.
"Good point." Roz
laughed; being a good-natured person she smiled a lot and laughed easily. "No,
I haven't been to any other schools of magic, and I don't know of any others
either. There's a lot I haven't heard of to do with magic. I knew nothing about
magic until about two months ago. So much has happened since then. I've left my
old school with all my friends and my family; I've left them too. I'll still
see my old friends, but only once or twice a year. Depressing, isn't it? I hope
magic is worth it." She paused and for a few seconds all that could be heard
was the sound of the train as the wheels sped over the tracks. "I'm not
depressed though, no worries. This is almost like a dream. To be able to do
magic, I never knew magic was real; I still wouldn't if Professor McGonagall
hadn't written me and if I wasn't here. There are some great experiences I've
had already, and I've only known, truly known, magic was real for two months.
I've been to Diagon Alley and bought a wand as well as all my other equipment.
I've been given Thunder as a present." She caught the kitten, which was
preparing to pounce on a suspicious cat, Jinks, who was far above playing any
immature games.
"Two months?"
Charlotte asked suspiciously. "So, you're a Mudbl… oww!" Before she finished
Meg had purposely stood on her foot.
"So you're a late
beginner of magic," Meg amended.
"Not exactly," Roz
replied and she began to explain her story up until lunch time where the door
slid open and a smiling witch asked: "Anything from the carts for lunch?"
As each student
rummaged around for some coins, Roz offered to go out the compartment to get
the food.
"I'll help too,"
Luke piped up.
"A packet of
Bertie Botts, Please."
"I suppose if
you're offering, an Acid Pop…."
"Some Chocolate
Frogs…"
"I'll just have
some of Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Please…"
"How about some
Fizzing Whizbees?"
"Ugh, no – I read
that parts of them are dry billywig stings…"
"I like them."
As Roz and Luke
walked out to get the food, Meg hissed to Charlotte, "That was rude of
you, 'Mudblood!"
"Well if she's new
in magic then she wouldn't have known what a Mudblood was!"
Before an argument
began, Roz and Luke returned with the food. Charlotte grabbed her Acid Pop and
sat in the corner glaring daggers at Roz.
Noticing the
awkward silence that followed, Alex was about to speak up when Charlotte began
to change, her skin started to glow a pale green, and her face become distorted
while her arms and leg shortened slightly.
"What?" She asked
as all fourteen pairs of eyes stared at her. "What?" Sky slowly pointed to the
faint reflection in the window, slowly Charlotte turned, her now yellow
amphibian like eyes widened as the Acid Pop fell from her mouth. She let out an
ear-piecing shriek.
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We'd better take the opportunity now to thank Jess and
Marci who's characters' we have used in this fan-fic (Meg and Alex,
respectively). They gave us their permission to use their characters and we
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Disclaimer: As you probably
know, most of the environment this story takes place in was created by J.K.
Rowling and therefore belongs to her. The characters and the plot and a few
other features are the only things in this story that belong to us, plus some
of the ideas (and a lot of the creative grammar).
