Hey everyone, welcome to my first fanfic ,feel free to tell me what you think!
This story takes place in Harry's 1st year of Hogwarts and will be pretty dark in some places. This story will also have some OC characters of my own creation.
Chapter 1 Fuck off
Albus 'way to many names' Dumbledore was tired, why you ask? Because standing in front of him was a very angry Minerva McGonagall holding a Hogwarts letter that read
Mr. H. Potter
Under the bridge
London
"WHY WOULD HARRY POTTER BE LIVING UNDER A BRIDGE ALBUS!?" She screamed
"Minerva, how on earth should I know?" Dumbledore replied "why do you have Harry's letter?"
"HE SENT IT BACK!"
Dumbledore looked at her in confusion before stood up and walked towards the door
"Where are you going?" Asked McGonagall sharply
Dumbledore sighed
"I'm going to find out why Harry is living under a bridge, would like to come along?" He asked
"I'd better come along!" She answered "lest you abandon him again"
And so it was an very angry McGonagall and a very tired Dumbledore that made their way into muggle London a week before Harry's birthday.
They looked underneath every single bridge in London until eventually they came across a small shack made of junk.
'Oh dear...' thought Dumbledore
The two magicals made their way to the shack when they suddenly felt themselves pass through something.
"What was that Albus?" McGonagall asked
"I don't know, it appears to be some kind of ward" he replied
A loud creaking sound brought their attention back to the shack as the door opened and two teenagers stepped out, a boy and a girl.
The girl was a little taller than her companion, clad in a pair of black jeans with a white shirt and a black leather jacket, her hair was black and her eyes were a deep purple like amethyst crystals. She looked at Dumbledore and McGonagall like she wanted nothing more than to watch them burn.
The boy on the other hand, was thin with electric blue hair and crimson eyes, he wore a black scarf and a red jacket with (oddly enough) purple yoga pants. He was looking at them with an unidentifiable expression before speaking to his partner.
"It vont vork Cinder" he said in a thick Russian accent "their magic is too dense"
The girl, Cinder, looked at Dumbledore and McGonagall carefully before speaking.
"What do you want?" She asked with an American accent
McGonagall looked at Dumbledore in confusion before he spoke
"My name is professor Dumbledore and this is my colleague professor McGonagall" he said calmly gesturing to the both of them "We are looking for Harry Potter "
The pair shared a look then the boy spoke "Should ve tell Showman?" He asked Cinder
"No" she replied "He probably already knows who's here...why do you want him?" she asked
"We are here to talk to him about his schooling at Hogwarts" answered Dumbledore
Cinder stared at him for a little while before speaking to the boy
"Snatch, go tell Showman" she said
He nodded before turning toward the shack when the door opened and a young girl walked out
"Livevire?" He asked
The girl shook her head and looked at Dumbledore and McGonagall
"Showman would like to speak with you" she said in and emotionless voice
Once again the two teenagers shared a look before the girl turned to them
"Well? Come on!" She said impatiently
Dumbledore and McGonagall followed the trio into the shack while holding their wands tightly.
The shack was just one room containing some crates and some food as well as a small bag in the corner that was full of clothes. Standing in the middle of the room was a young boy with raven black hair and had a big smile on his face as he watched the two adults. He wore a black trench coat with a green shirt underneath and what looked to be black cloth wrapped around his neck. He stepped forward and shook their hands...
That's when he spoke
His voice was scratchy and static, there was a slight hum beneath his words, a vast distortion to his greeting.
To simplify...
He had the voice of a 1920's radio
"Hello there! Pleasure to meet you professors , quite a pleasure!" He said as he enthusiastically shook their hands.
"Now I wonder, what is it that brings you to our humble home?" He said as he smiled
Dumbledore looked at Harry for a moment before speaking
''Harry-'' Dumbledore began before the young girl pointed a knife at him
''How dare you speak Showman's name'' she stated quietly as the knife in her hand began to vibrate
McGonagall raised her wand before Harry laid a hand on the girls shoulder
''Now now Livewire, I'm sure he didn't mean any insult'' he said with a smile
She continued to stare at Dumbledore with and unreadable expression
''But Showman-'' she started but stopped when Harry spoke
''Play nice Livewire, please?'' he asked kindly
She looked at Dumbledore once more before she lowered her knife
''Yes Showman'' she said tonelessly
''Now...'' Harry began as he turned to Dumbledore '' How can we help you?''
''Why did you return your Hogwarts letter?'' He asked
Harry hummed in thought for a moment
''Well its rather simple'' he replied ''I wont go unless I can bring my friends with me''
Dumbledore and Harry stared at each other, sizing each other up
''And who are your friends?'' Dumbledore asked politely
Harry's smile grew
''Everyone line up!'' he instructed ''And introduce yourselves!''
Everyone complied as soon as he spoke
the older girl spoke first as she lit a cigarette
''I'm Cinder'' She stated
''What are you doing?!'' Yelled an outraged professor McGonagall
''Smoking'' She replied calmly
McGonagall seemed to freeze for a moment before responding
''you shouldn't be smoking!'' She yelled ''your too young! How old are you anyway!?''
Something in Cinders eyes changed slightly, though Harry and Dumbledore both noticed.
''Cinder...'' Harry said in a warning tone
Cinder exhaled some smoke ''fine...'' She groaned as she looked at McGonagall
''One, I'm thirteen. Two, fuck you''
McGonagall opened her mouth furiously but stopped when Dumbledore put a hand on her shoulder, everyone waited for a moment before the older boy spoke
''My name is Snatch'' he said simply
''And how old are you?'' Asked Dumbledore
''Also thirteen'' He replied
The youngest girl looked Dumbledore in the eye
''livewire, eleven''
This simple answer caused Harry to chuckle before bowing
''And my name is Harry Potter, but you can call me showman'' He said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes
Wassup fam! Its ya boi- Yoloswagking
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my first fanfiction!
please review and feel free to theorize what happens next!