To Muggles Everywhere: Juss a few words before I start the story: I DON'T
OWN
HARRY AND CO. nor do I own Hogwarts, nor whatever....belongs to JK Rowling.
So don't sue me or anything aiight?
Title: The Rising
Sub-Title: The Other Stories of James Black
Background stuff: Time set in Book 5, but Harry is not the main character.
Rating of this chapter: G or PG, can't tell the difference.
Main Character: James Ryan Black
Minor Characters: Jay Sikem, Harry Potter, and whatever, just read the story to find out.
The Summary: .......
The Rising
I never wanted to live this life. Of all the lives out there, Destiny and Luck (indeed bad luck) have chosen me to live the life of James Black. James Ryan Black. My name is James Ryan Black, fourteen years of age, currently attending an unknown, and an unpopular wizarding school called the The School of Wizardry (How original, I have to admit). Currently, about eighty students attended there, clearly indicating the quality of the school.
I live with my muggle parents, rather, adopted muggle parents, in London. They have treated me well throughout the twelve years of life.
Anyway, it all began when I woke up early in the morning of August, expecting an owl, for the lists of school supplies we needed. Stumbling over piles of books, I yawned, walking out my bedroom, stopping by the hall to say good-morning to my mum who was screeching at Charles to wake up.
I was in a pretty cranky mood that morning, when I realized that I had to do my werewolves essay from Professor Picklewood. I got even more grumpier when I realized a ton of summer work was due by the end of this month.
Groaning, I stalked into the dining room, watching my muggle father read the newspaper, taking no notice of me. Helping myself with some toast, I turned on the television.
"Mail's here, squirt" Charles threw a thick envelope on my face.
Glaring at him, I stared down at the letter;
To: Mr. Black
Confused, I flipped the envelope, to see an unfamiliar crest stamped on it. Curious, I opened the letter.
Dear Mr. Black,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry-
I gasped, Hogwarts...it was the most famous- "What is it?" Charles glanced at me, spreading jam on his toast.
"This is not right, I'm fourteen....I'm not a first year, why-" Charles impatiently grabbed the letter and cleared his throat, reading it out loud.
Charles frowned, after reading a few sentences his eyes squinting. "Don't you already go to that wizard school of yours....?"
"Give me that!" I fustratedly snatched the letter away. I quickly scanned the letter, "Ah ha!" My eyes dropped to the bottom of the paper where it read:
.....-We are informed of you currently attending The School of Wizardry, and Headmaster Dumbledore of Hogwarts has already consulted with your current Headmaster BiggleKey. You have permission and are allowed to transfer to Hogwarts. We will await your owl.
Enclosed is a list of Fourth-year school supplies. We are pleased to have you come.-
Sincerely,
Professor McGonagall.
Deputy Headmistress
Grinning now, I felt like jumping up and down. Controlling myself, I gave my letter to my father to see it. With a grunt, my father spoke, "So you want to go there, now? What difference does it make?-"
"Please, all I need is your permission to go there-"
"Very well, Charles, give me a paper and a pen- James, you will be sending this by owl, I presume?"
I nodded.
Unable to contain my excitement, I hooted, my owl, Merlin, seeing this, also hooted along with me.
***
The next day my mother shrieked, shattering my eardrums for changing schools without her approval. I felt sorry for my father, who fell down in surprise by mum's screeching. I reckon she was furious because I think she fancied my ex-Dark Arts teacher Professor Micklebeever. Anyway, she was plenty mad, her face violet, her watery eyes flashing. Charles silently laughed behind her back causing me to grin.
"What is so funny James?!" mum spoke between her clenched teeth.
My smile vanished instantly, "Nothing, nothing at all mum"
Mum sighed, (I sighed in relief) her anger was cooling.
"Give me the letter"
Suddenly I was scared. I handed her the Hogwart's letter apprehensively. I was scared she might do something frightening.....such as ripping the letter into shreds.
After re-reading my letter about four times, mum folded the letter and stuck it in her poket. "We will go shopping for the school supplies before dinner-"
"Thanks mum-"
"Whatever" Mum sighed, she walked out of the living room, not before glaring at Charles.
"Phew, I never seen mum so sad before" Charles grinned, as mum stalked into her room.
"Must be Professor Micklebeever," I muttered amused.
"Yea, whoo boy, don't know what she sees in him. He looks like-"
"A beaver" I laughed.
Author's Note : Okay, not bad? Not good? Please review, I really like them! =)
Any questions and comments ~ in the review! This is the end of Chapter One (of course),
Feel free to e-mail me or anything. This is my first Harry Potter (sorta) fic. PLEASE REVIEW!! ::Ahem:: Thank you.........
~DarkMyst~*
HARRY AND CO. nor do I own Hogwarts, nor whatever....belongs to JK Rowling.
So don't sue me or anything aiight?
Title: The Rising
Sub-Title: The Other Stories of James Black
Background stuff: Time set in Book 5, but Harry is not the main character.
Rating of this chapter: G or PG, can't tell the difference.
Main Character: James Ryan Black
Minor Characters: Jay Sikem, Harry Potter, and whatever, just read the story to find out.
The Summary: .......
The Rising
I never wanted to live this life. Of all the lives out there, Destiny and Luck (indeed bad luck) have chosen me to live the life of James Black. James Ryan Black. My name is James Ryan Black, fourteen years of age, currently attending an unknown, and an unpopular wizarding school called the The School of Wizardry (How original, I have to admit). Currently, about eighty students attended there, clearly indicating the quality of the school.
I live with my muggle parents, rather, adopted muggle parents, in London. They have treated me well throughout the twelve years of life.
Anyway, it all began when I woke up early in the morning of August, expecting an owl, for the lists of school supplies we needed. Stumbling over piles of books, I yawned, walking out my bedroom, stopping by the hall to say good-morning to my mum who was screeching at Charles to wake up.
I was in a pretty cranky mood that morning, when I realized that I had to do my werewolves essay from Professor Picklewood. I got even more grumpier when I realized a ton of summer work was due by the end of this month.
Groaning, I stalked into the dining room, watching my muggle father read the newspaper, taking no notice of me. Helping myself with some toast, I turned on the television.
"Mail's here, squirt" Charles threw a thick envelope on my face.
Glaring at him, I stared down at the letter;
To: Mr. Black
Confused, I flipped the envelope, to see an unfamiliar crest stamped on it. Curious, I opened the letter.
Dear Mr. Black,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry-
I gasped, Hogwarts...it was the most famous- "What is it?" Charles glanced at me, spreading jam on his toast.
"This is not right, I'm fourteen....I'm not a first year, why-" Charles impatiently grabbed the letter and cleared his throat, reading it out loud.
Charles frowned, after reading a few sentences his eyes squinting. "Don't you already go to that wizard school of yours....?"
"Give me that!" I fustratedly snatched the letter away. I quickly scanned the letter, "Ah ha!" My eyes dropped to the bottom of the paper where it read:
.....-We are informed of you currently attending The School of Wizardry, and Headmaster Dumbledore of Hogwarts has already consulted with your current Headmaster BiggleKey. You have permission and are allowed to transfer to Hogwarts. We will await your owl.
Enclosed is a list of Fourth-year school supplies. We are pleased to have you come.-
Sincerely,
Professor McGonagall.
Deputy Headmistress
Grinning now, I felt like jumping up and down. Controlling myself, I gave my letter to my father to see it. With a grunt, my father spoke, "So you want to go there, now? What difference does it make?-"
"Please, all I need is your permission to go there-"
"Very well, Charles, give me a paper and a pen- James, you will be sending this by owl, I presume?"
I nodded.
Unable to contain my excitement, I hooted, my owl, Merlin, seeing this, also hooted along with me.
***
The next day my mother shrieked, shattering my eardrums for changing schools without her approval. I felt sorry for my father, who fell down in surprise by mum's screeching. I reckon she was furious because I think she fancied my ex-Dark Arts teacher Professor Micklebeever. Anyway, she was plenty mad, her face violet, her watery eyes flashing. Charles silently laughed behind her back causing me to grin.
"What is so funny James?!" mum spoke between her clenched teeth.
My smile vanished instantly, "Nothing, nothing at all mum"
Mum sighed, (I sighed in relief) her anger was cooling.
"Give me the letter"
Suddenly I was scared. I handed her the Hogwart's letter apprehensively. I was scared she might do something frightening.....such as ripping the letter into shreds.
After re-reading my letter about four times, mum folded the letter and stuck it in her poket. "We will go shopping for the school supplies before dinner-"
"Thanks mum-"
"Whatever" Mum sighed, she walked out of the living room, not before glaring at Charles.
"Phew, I never seen mum so sad before" Charles grinned, as mum stalked into her room.
"Must be Professor Micklebeever," I muttered amused.
"Yea, whoo boy, don't know what she sees in him. He looks like-"
"A beaver" I laughed.
Author's Note : Okay, not bad? Not good? Please review, I really like them! =)
Any questions and comments ~ in the review! This is the end of Chapter One (of course),
Feel free to e-mail me or anything. This is my first Harry Potter (sorta) fic. PLEASE REVIEW!! ::Ahem:: Thank you.........
~DarkMyst~*