There is No Good and Evil
Disclamer I own nothing but the plot and any characters or other stuff that you don't recongnize.
A/C (author commplaints.) Wwaaahhh. This is my 3rd chapter and as of the time I posted it I still had nooo reviews. please please please review. Even if u think it sucks. Thanks A/N This chapter is a little short so bare with me. Nothing much happens in this chapter either. Its a kind of in-between chapter. R/R.
Chapter 3: Of Names and Faces
I stared up at the gleaming scarlet steam engine named the Hogwarts Express. I nervously looked around the crowd to see if I saw any familiar faces. Nope. I shrugged and lugged my trunk into a luggage compartment and began to look for a compartment to sit in. As I walked down the train I couldn't help but notice several girls giggling as I passed their compartments. Giggling should be outlawed.
I finally found an empty compartment somewhere towards the end of the train. I had just gotten comfortable when two boys burst into my compartment in the middle of their conversation.
"...but they still have a couple of good chasers in Brown and Vandersvoke!" said a boy with sandy brown hair and brown eyes.
"Whatever," the other boy who had dark brown hair replied, "there is absolutely no way that Germany is going to win against Turkey...Turkey has got Mugwomp! He is almost as good of a seeker as Krum!"
"But you are forgetting just how complex and simply fascinatating Germany's plays are. They made the English team look like a bunch of blind owls flying around last time they played eachother. Their game plan would have made any respectable Ravenclaw proud!"
"Hogwash, you say the most simple plays are ingenious. Anyway, what do game plans matter if your Seeker can't catch the Snitch?"
The boy with sandy brown hair then noticed me and jumped back about a foot in surprise. He had obviously thought that the compartment was empty. Unobservent twirp. I smiled a little and said, "Errr...'sup?"
The dark haired boy frowned and asked "Who are you?"
I opened my mouth to reply when the lighter haired boy exclaimed "Kevin, shut up, you don't have to be so rude...this is obviously the new kid that everyone is talking about." The boy then turned to me and said, in a completely different voice, "Welcome to Hogwarts, my name is Terry Boot, this bloke" here he glanced at the dark haired boy before going on, "is Kevin Keenen. And you would be...?" The boy said all of this in one breath and seemed to be recovering from a shortage of breath. I idly thought that he must be a stuck up Ravenclaw, a Prefect Ravenclaw actually, noticing his badge. I might be smart, but the know-it-all image just didn't appear to me.
"Lucifer Alexander Thiel, like you said Im the 'new kid'." Yep, Im definatley the new kid. Not a very hard observation to make if you ask me.
Kevin and Terry sat down and were quiet for a moment before Kevin began talking, "So...do you like quidditch? And your names Lucifer. Blah." He then made a choking noise before continuing on, "I think you need a good ol' nickname. How 'bout Alex. Nah. Mabe Luci. Joking. I know Xander. Nah that's too typical. Wait, I know how about Lex?" I shrugged just to get him to shut up. Do Ravenclaws have a reputation for talking? "Lex it is then. It does sound kind of like a girl name dosen't it? OH well, better than Lucifer."
"Kev shut up and give the man some peace. How do you know he didn't like his name?"
"Shove off Terry. Anyways. Quidditch. You do like Quidditch, don't you?" I nodded, even if I didn't like it, it's not like I'd admit it in front of this fanatic, now would I?
He didn't wait for an answer before continuing, "Terry seems to think that Germany actually has a chance at defeating Turkey in the European Classic League Championship this weekend. I mean please...just because they have a couple DECENT beaters and two alright chasers and a good keeper he thinks they have a chance at beating Turkey. Yeah right, Mugwomp is the best seeker that the Classic League has ever seen, well except when Krum played there three years ago, but he was just a reserve back then, playing for Poland I think. He was just 16 then too, wasn't that good..."
I cut in here, smiled and said, "Im not much up to date on the European quidditch teams but don't forget what happened at the last World Cup. That proved that a team isn't solely based on a good seeker."
That comment seemed to quiet down Kevin a bit and the topic changed to other things. It turned out that both of these boys were Ravenclaw 5th years and were both hoping to be new chasers on their house quidditch team this year. All three Ravenclaw chasers the year before had graduated and one spot on the team was still open. I assured both of my new friends that IF I was sorted into Ravenclaw then I would try out for the chaser position, even though I had played seeker at my old school.
*****
Eleven chocolate frogs, two boxes of Every Flavor Beans, several visits from other Hogwarts students (including Harry, Ron, Hermione, Cho, Malfoy(without his two goons) and several other Ravencalws) and four games of exploding snap later the Hogwarts Express pulled into Hogsmeade.
I climbed out of the compartment, stretched, and climbed into a horseless carriage along with Harry, Ron, Hermione and two other boys by the names of Dean and Seamus. I gasped as I got my first glimpse of Hogwarts up on a mountain above a lake. To put it frankly it was beautiful. I gaped in awe. So, this is where I would spend the better part of the next three years of my life. Can somebody say...ssswwweeeetttt.
"Cool." I muttered to myself under my breath. Ron heard me and voiced his opinion.
"Bloody brilliant isn't it."
"It's awesome." That was Harry.
"Frankly wicked." Added Dean Thomas.
"Just wait 'till you see the inside." Seamus threw in.
"Safest place in the world according to Hogwarts: A History." That would be Hermione. All five of us boys rolled our eyes at her reference to Hogwarts: A History. The carriages pulled to a halt outside of the front doors of the castle and we all stumbled out. A very strict looking women with graying hair pulled into a tight bun and horn rimmed glasses hurried up to me.
"I expect that you are the Thiel boy? Follow me?" We began hurrying through many passages and we came to a halt in a small room filled with what could only be first years. Pesky little nervous things in my opinion. The strict women began to talk again, giving me and the first years a little 'Welcome to Hogwarts...' speech. I lined up behind the rest of the first years and proceeded into the great hall to be sorted.
*****
"And now, a fifth year transfer studend from America. Thiel, Lucifer." I walked up to the old stool and sat down. I saw few groups of what must be 2nd and 3rd year students giggling. Probably at my name. One cold glare shut thier mouths. The rest of the Great Hall was extremely silent, all wondering where the 'new kid' would be sorted. I spotted Harry, Ron and Hermione wave at me from the Gryffindor table, andTerry and Kevin nod from the Ravenclaw table. I also noticed that, quite interestingly, Draco Malfoy was starring at me obviously deep in thought over at the Slytherin table. Yikes, I hope he's not ummm....yeah.
The Sorting Hat fell upon my head and I instantly heard a small voice inside my head. "Ahh...what's this. A Thiel? Haven't seen one of you in ages, not since, well, 1609 as a matter of a fact. Anyway...My goodness. Quite curious. You would do quite well in Gryffindor...yes..yes....I see. Slytherin would treat you well also. I see that you are a direct decedent of Grindewald. Slytherin blood undoubtedly. My, my...You wouldn't perfer Slytherin eehh? Oh...I have just had a brilliant alternative. How about...RAVENCLAW!"
I noticed that Harry and the Gryffindor's looked rather disappointed and that Malfoy looked slightly surprised but a little pleased. Obviously happy that I wasn't sorted into Gryffindor. He locked his cold gray eyes with mine and nodded. I shrugged and found a seat between Terry and pretty girl who introduced herself as Padma Patil.
"Lucifer, eh? Funny name."
"Camghll em 'ex." Kevin mumbled through a mouth full of food. He swallowed and tried again. "Call him Lex." And so Lex it was. Slightly better than Lucifer or Angel I suppose. I might get used to it.
*****
I was making my way up many flights of stairs towards the Ravenclaw common room when a hand reached out and pulled me behind a suite of armor. I made to punch the person in the face before I realized who it was.
"What do yo want Malfoy?" I spat. Why couldn't he have talked to me at the feast instead of yanking me behind a suite of armor? Oh, no. Please tell me he is NOT that way.
"We need to talk." He was looking around nervously and seemed to be looking for someone listening in to our conversation. And I thought he was Mr. Cool-n-Confident. Ha.
"About what?" I asked, he was gaining my curiosity.
"Not here, not now." He said this while eyeing a Gryffindor prefect who was looking at the two of us quite curisoly. I didn't blame him. Malfoy then proceeded to dig around in his robe pockets a second before pulling out a sheet of paper which he then shoved into my pocket. "Don't read it until you go to bed tonight." I shrugged and ran to catch up with the rest of the Ravenclaws as Malfoy began to run down towards what, I assumed, were the dungeons.
*****
That night after I pulled the blue curtains around my bed I pulled out the sheet of parchment which Malfoy had given me and read it. I frowned. It was quite curious.
Meet me in the dungeons tommorow at 6:00 P.M. Sharp. Tell Nobody. I hope you are to me trusted. DM
I frowned again. I re-read the note several more times before muttering a disposal spell. Curious. Very curious.
A/N If you have read it this far than there is NO REASON not to review it. Even if you hate it. Next chapter up soon. Sooner if I get some reviews. Thanks.
Disclamer I own nothing but the plot and any characters or other stuff that you don't recongnize.
A/C (author commplaints.) Wwaaahhh. This is my 3rd chapter and as of the time I posted it I still had nooo reviews. please please please review. Even if u think it sucks. Thanks A/N This chapter is a little short so bare with me. Nothing much happens in this chapter either. Its a kind of in-between chapter. R/R.
Chapter 3: Of Names and Faces
I stared up at the gleaming scarlet steam engine named the Hogwarts Express. I nervously looked around the crowd to see if I saw any familiar faces. Nope. I shrugged and lugged my trunk into a luggage compartment and began to look for a compartment to sit in. As I walked down the train I couldn't help but notice several girls giggling as I passed their compartments. Giggling should be outlawed.
I finally found an empty compartment somewhere towards the end of the train. I had just gotten comfortable when two boys burst into my compartment in the middle of their conversation.
"...but they still have a couple of good chasers in Brown and Vandersvoke!" said a boy with sandy brown hair and brown eyes.
"Whatever," the other boy who had dark brown hair replied, "there is absolutely no way that Germany is going to win against Turkey...Turkey has got Mugwomp! He is almost as good of a seeker as Krum!"
"But you are forgetting just how complex and simply fascinatating Germany's plays are. They made the English team look like a bunch of blind owls flying around last time they played eachother. Their game plan would have made any respectable Ravenclaw proud!"
"Hogwash, you say the most simple plays are ingenious. Anyway, what do game plans matter if your Seeker can't catch the Snitch?"
The boy with sandy brown hair then noticed me and jumped back about a foot in surprise. He had obviously thought that the compartment was empty. Unobservent twirp. I smiled a little and said, "Errr...'sup?"
The dark haired boy frowned and asked "Who are you?"
I opened my mouth to reply when the lighter haired boy exclaimed "Kevin, shut up, you don't have to be so rude...this is obviously the new kid that everyone is talking about." The boy then turned to me and said, in a completely different voice, "Welcome to Hogwarts, my name is Terry Boot, this bloke" here he glanced at the dark haired boy before going on, "is Kevin Keenen. And you would be...?" The boy said all of this in one breath and seemed to be recovering from a shortage of breath. I idly thought that he must be a stuck up Ravenclaw, a Prefect Ravenclaw actually, noticing his badge. I might be smart, but the know-it-all image just didn't appear to me.
"Lucifer Alexander Thiel, like you said Im the 'new kid'." Yep, Im definatley the new kid. Not a very hard observation to make if you ask me.
Kevin and Terry sat down and were quiet for a moment before Kevin began talking, "So...do you like quidditch? And your names Lucifer. Blah." He then made a choking noise before continuing on, "I think you need a good ol' nickname. How 'bout Alex. Nah. Mabe Luci. Joking. I know Xander. Nah that's too typical. Wait, I know how about Lex?" I shrugged just to get him to shut up. Do Ravenclaws have a reputation for talking? "Lex it is then. It does sound kind of like a girl name dosen't it? OH well, better than Lucifer."
"Kev shut up and give the man some peace. How do you know he didn't like his name?"
"Shove off Terry. Anyways. Quidditch. You do like Quidditch, don't you?" I nodded, even if I didn't like it, it's not like I'd admit it in front of this fanatic, now would I?
He didn't wait for an answer before continuing, "Terry seems to think that Germany actually has a chance at defeating Turkey in the European Classic League Championship this weekend. I mean please...just because they have a couple DECENT beaters and two alright chasers and a good keeper he thinks they have a chance at beating Turkey. Yeah right, Mugwomp is the best seeker that the Classic League has ever seen, well except when Krum played there three years ago, but he was just a reserve back then, playing for Poland I think. He was just 16 then too, wasn't that good..."
I cut in here, smiled and said, "Im not much up to date on the European quidditch teams but don't forget what happened at the last World Cup. That proved that a team isn't solely based on a good seeker."
That comment seemed to quiet down Kevin a bit and the topic changed to other things. It turned out that both of these boys were Ravenclaw 5th years and were both hoping to be new chasers on their house quidditch team this year. All three Ravenclaw chasers the year before had graduated and one spot on the team was still open. I assured both of my new friends that IF I was sorted into Ravenclaw then I would try out for the chaser position, even though I had played seeker at my old school.
*****
Eleven chocolate frogs, two boxes of Every Flavor Beans, several visits from other Hogwarts students (including Harry, Ron, Hermione, Cho, Malfoy(without his two goons) and several other Ravencalws) and four games of exploding snap later the Hogwarts Express pulled into Hogsmeade.
I climbed out of the compartment, stretched, and climbed into a horseless carriage along with Harry, Ron, Hermione and two other boys by the names of Dean and Seamus. I gasped as I got my first glimpse of Hogwarts up on a mountain above a lake. To put it frankly it was beautiful. I gaped in awe. So, this is where I would spend the better part of the next three years of my life. Can somebody say...ssswwweeeetttt.
"Cool." I muttered to myself under my breath. Ron heard me and voiced his opinion.
"Bloody brilliant isn't it."
"It's awesome." That was Harry.
"Frankly wicked." Added Dean Thomas.
"Just wait 'till you see the inside." Seamus threw in.
"Safest place in the world according to Hogwarts: A History." That would be Hermione. All five of us boys rolled our eyes at her reference to Hogwarts: A History. The carriages pulled to a halt outside of the front doors of the castle and we all stumbled out. A very strict looking women with graying hair pulled into a tight bun and horn rimmed glasses hurried up to me.
"I expect that you are the Thiel boy? Follow me?" We began hurrying through many passages and we came to a halt in a small room filled with what could only be first years. Pesky little nervous things in my opinion. The strict women began to talk again, giving me and the first years a little 'Welcome to Hogwarts...' speech. I lined up behind the rest of the first years and proceeded into the great hall to be sorted.
*****
"And now, a fifth year transfer studend from America. Thiel, Lucifer." I walked up to the old stool and sat down. I saw few groups of what must be 2nd and 3rd year students giggling. Probably at my name. One cold glare shut thier mouths. The rest of the Great Hall was extremely silent, all wondering where the 'new kid' would be sorted. I spotted Harry, Ron and Hermione wave at me from the Gryffindor table, andTerry and Kevin nod from the Ravenclaw table. I also noticed that, quite interestingly, Draco Malfoy was starring at me obviously deep in thought over at the Slytherin table. Yikes, I hope he's not ummm....yeah.
The Sorting Hat fell upon my head and I instantly heard a small voice inside my head. "Ahh...what's this. A Thiel? Haven't seen one of you in ages, not since, well, 1609 as a matter of a fact. Anyway...My goodness. Quite curious. You would do quite well in Gryffindor...yes..yes....I see. Slytherin would treat you well also. I see that you are a direct decedent of Grindewald. Slytherin blood undoubtedly. My, my...You wouldn't perfer Slytherin eehh? Oh...I have just had a brilliant alternative. How about...RAVENCLAW!"
I noticed that Harry and the Gryffindor's looked rather disappointed and that Malfoy looked slightly surprised but a little pleased. Obviously happy that I wasn't sorted into Gryffindor. He locked his cold gray eyes with mine and nodded. I shrugged and found a seat between Terry and pretty girl who introduced herself as Padma Patil.
"Lucifer, eh? Funny name."
"Camghll em 'ex." Kevin mumbled through a mouth full of food. He swallowed and tried again. "Call him Lex." And so Lex it was. Slightly better than Lucifer or Angel I suppose. I might get used to it.
*****
I was making my way up many flights of stairs towards the Ravenclaw common room when a hand reached out and pulled me behind a suite of armor. I made to punch the person in the face before I realized who it was.
"What do yo want Malfoy?" I spat. Why couldn't he have talked to me at the feast instead of yanking me behind a suite of armor? Oh, no. Please tell me he is NOT that way.
"We need to talk." He was looking around nervously and seemed to be looking for someone listening in to our conversation. And I thought he was Mr. Cool-n-Confident. Ha.
"About what?" I asked, he was gaining my curiosity.
"Not here, not now." He said this while eyeing a Gryffindor prefect who was looking at the two of us quite curisoly. I didn't blame him. Malfoy then proceeded to dig around in his robe pockets a second before pulling out a sheet of paper which he then shoved into my pocket. "Don't read it until you go to bed tonight." I shrugged and ran to catch up with the rest of the Ravenclaws as Malfoy began to run down towards what, I assumed, were the dungeons.
*****
That night after I pulled the blue curtains around my bed I pulled out the sheet of parchment which Malfoy had given me and read it. I frowned. It was quite curious.
Meet me in the dungeons tommorow at 6:00 P.M. Sharp. Tell Nobody. I hope you are to me trusted. DM
I frowned again. I re-read the note several more times before muttering a disposal spell. Curious. Very curious.
A/N If you have read it this far than there is NO REASON not to review it. Even if you hate it. Next chapter up soon. Sooner if I get some reviews. Thanks.