Hey Everybody! I wrote this chapter 1 o'clock this morning, so if it's
kinda weird, please forgive me!! Thank you for reviewing my prologue, u
guyz are tooooooo kind! (hehe)
Vollee Ball Chika: I updated just for u! : )
Bwert: I know! I felt so bad for the kid! Don't worry, he's only scarred for life! JK!
Lost Little Witch: Thanx for the review! Hope u like this chapter!
FYI: This story takes place when Harry Potter is starting his first year in Hogwarts. Disclaimer: All the characters, besides Greg (he's mine!) belong to Ms. Rowlings! And now, the chapter:
Ch. 1: The Eyes
Gregory woke up in a start. His golden brown hair fell over his eyes and he was grasping his necklace ever so tightly. That dream, he couldn't quite recall what happened, but it seemed so real, so vivid. The young man wiped the glistening sweat away from his brow and breathed in deeply, trying to calm his nerves. He was being silly, dreams weren't real; they shouldn't frighten you. He let out a nervous chuckle as he tried to convince himself that the dream he had was indeed just his over active imagination. He leaned back against his pillow and tried to let sleep overpower him again, letting his worries float out the window.
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"Greg! Wake up! We're going to be late for quidditch!" yelled Fred, or was it George? He couldn't think properly at. . . he glanced over at his clock, 4:30 in the morning. He groaned and reluctantly pulled himself out of his warm, comfortable bed, knowing he could sleep for another hour or so. The things he did for Oliver Wood. Greg stifled a yawn and stepped into his quidditch practice robes, which was still muddy from last night's practice.
Within ten minutes, Gregory was in the Gryffindor locker room huddled together with his fellow teammates. Wood was trying to demonstrate another strategic tactic that made absolutely no sense as usual. He looked around at the other players and silently laughed when he saw everyone nodding off.
"Everyone got that?" Wood yelled excitingly several minutes later. "All right! Now let's go PRACTICE!"
Wood's overexcitement just seemed to irritate everyone else. Grumbling, the team mounted their brooms. They were off! Greg looked around and spotted his fellow Chasers, Alicia and Angelina. They gave him a thumbs up signaling that they were ready. Greg grabbed the quaffle passing it swiftly to Angelina. They were only in the air for about two minutes when they heard Wood's whistle blow, a dreaded sound.
"Wrong, wrong, WRONG! Were any of you even listening to me a second ago?"
"Aw c'mon Wood! It's too early in the morning. No normal bloke is even awake at this time!" Fred complained.
"Yeah, Wood. Cut us some slack. It's only the first week of school and we don't even got us a seeker yet." George added.
Oliver let out a chuckle. "You say that NOW, but you're all going to thank me later when we get that Gold Cup later this year. Now get on your brooms and GO!"
Everybody groaned, but followed the instructions.
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A grueling two hours later, when practice was finally over, Greg trudged slowly back to his dormitory to shower and change. He had Divinations and Potions today meaning he got to see a certain someone while he was mixing toad eyes and salamander tongues in his boiling cauldron. He considered himself decent at Potions and hoped his skills and knowledge might impress this young lady in Ravenclaw.
Greg was nearly to the picture of the Fat Lady when he passed by a group of first year girls. One of them caught a glimpse of him and squealed pointing him out to all the other little girls. They started to giggle shyly and this one girl even went as far as to drop one of her books in his path. At first he didn't see it and nearly tripped over it. He did, however, manage to step on it, leaving a muddy footprint. He tiredly picked the book off the ground and handed it back to the first year girl, apologizing. When he was walking off the giggles increased in volume. Greg rolled his eyes, 'Girls!'
After reaching his destination, the fat lady portrait, he muttered out the password, "Lickenstrum!" The portrait swung open and he stepped into the brightly lit common room. There were two boys and a girl down there getting ready to leave. One had bright red hair and freckles. Greg chuckled to himself. 'Must be another Weasley!' The girl beside him had brown, frizzy hair and beaver like teeth. He then turned his attention to the last boy. He had dark, untidy hair and. . . those eyes! They were a stunning emerald green and had a familiarity about them that made him positive he'd seen them before. . . when he was a only a child perhaps. . . .but where? It felt like they were triggering a forgotten memory. He couldn't quite remember but he knew it was something important. The puzzled young man suddenly felt a pain in his head. A pain so intense it blurred his vision and made him cry out in agony. His knees went weak and he collapsed face first into the floor. That was the last thing he could remember before the world started spinning and everything went black.
A/N: Hope yall liked it! Sorry if it's a bit spontaneous in some parts. Im actually writing this at 1:30 in the morning and im TIRED! Anywho my lovely readers, review this chapter and tell me what u think! U know u want to. Love ya! ~*~SportzGurl~*~
Vollee Ball Chika: I updated just for u! : )
Bwert: I know! I felt so bad for the kid! Don't worry, he's only scarred for life! JK!
Lost Little Witch: Thanx for the review! Hope u like this chapter!
FYI: This story takes place when Harry Potter is starting his first year in Hogwarts. Disclaimer: All the characters, besides Greg (he's mine!) belong to Ms. Rowlings! And now, the chapter:
Ch. 1: The Eyes
Gregory woke up in a start. His golden brown hair fell over his eyes and he was grasping his necklace ever so tightly. That dream, he couldn't quite recall what happened, but it seemed so real, so vivid. The young man wiped the glistening sweat away from his brow and breathed in deeply, trying to calm his nerves. He was being silly, dreams weren't real; they shouldn't frighten you. He let out a nervous chuckle as he tried to convince himself that the dream he had was indeed just his over active imagination. He leaned back against his pillow and tried to let sleep overpower him again, letting his worries float out the window.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Greg! Wake up! We're going to be late for quidditch!" yelled Fred, or was it George? He couldn't think properly at. . . he glanced over at his clock, 4:30 in the morning. He groaned and reluctantly pulled himself out of his warm, comfortable bed, knowing he could sleep for another hour or so. The things he did for Oliver Wood. Greg stifled a yawn and stepped into his quidditch practice robes, which was still muddy from last night's practice.
Within ten minutes, Gregory was in the Gryffindor locker room huddled together with his fellow teammates. Wood was trying to demonstrate another strategic tactic that made absolutely no sense as usual. He looked around at the other players and silently laughed when he saw everyone nodding off.
"Everyone got that?" Wood yelled excitingly several minutes later. "All right! Now let's go PRACTICE!"
Wood's overexcitement just seemed to irritate everyone else. Grumbling, the team mounted their brooms. They were off! Greg looked around and spotted his fellow Chasers, Alicia and Angelina. They gave him a thumbs up signaling that they were ready. Greg grabbed the quaffle passing it swiftly to Angelina. They were only in the air for about two minutes when they heard Wood's whistle blow, a dreaded sound.
"Wrong, wrong, WRONG! Were any of you even listening to me a second ago?"
"Aw c'mon Wood! It's too early in the morning. No normal bloke is even awake at this time!" Fred complained.
"Yeah, Wood. Cut us some slack. It's only the first week of school and we don't even got us a seeker yet." George added.
Oliver let out a chuckle. "You say that NOW, but you're all going to thank me later when we get that Gold Cup later this year. Now get on your brooms and GO!"
Everybody groaned, but followed the instructions.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A grueling two hours later, when practice was finally over, Greg trudged slowly back to his dormitory to shower and change. He had Divinations and Potions today meaning he got to see a certain someone while he was mixing toad eyes and salamander tongues in his boiling cauldron. He considered himself decent at Potions and hoped his skills and knowledge might impress this young lady in Ravenclaw.
Greg was nearly to the picture of the Fat Lady when he passed by a group of first year girls. One of them caught a glimpse of him and squealed pointing him out to all the other little girls. They started to giggle shyly and this one girl even went as far as to drop one of her books in his path. At first he didn't see it and nearly tripped over it. He did, however, manage to step on it, leaving a muddy footprint. He tiredly picked the book off the ground and handed it back to the first year girl, apologizing. When he was walking off the giggles increased in volume. Greg rolled his eyes, 'Girls!'
After reaching his destination, the fat lady portrait, he muttered out the password, "Lickenstrum!" The portrait swung open and he stepped into the brightly lit common room. There were two boys and a girl down there getting ready to leave. One had bright red hair and freckles. Greg chuckled to himself. 'Must be another Weasley!' The girl beside him had brown, frizzy hair and beaver like teeth. He then turned his attention to the last boy. He had dark, untidy hair and. . . those eyes! They were a stunning emerald green and had a familiarity about them that made him positive he'd seen them before. . . when he was a only a child perhaps. . . .but where? It felt like they were triggering a forgotten memory. He couldn't quite remember but he knew it was something important. The puzzled young man suddenly felt a pain in his head. A pain so intense it blurred his vision and made him cry out in agony. His knees went weak and he collapsed face first into the floor. That was the last thing he could remember before the world started spinning and everything went black.
A/N: Hope yall liked it! Sorry if it's a bit spontaneous in some parts. Im actually writing this at 1:30 in the morning and im TIRED! Anywho my lovely readers, review this chapter and tell me what u think! U know u want to. Love ya! ~*~SportzGurl~*~
