Disclaimer: I own nothing except the extended Dolan family and Hound's
Hollow (including all of its subsidiary locations). The rest of this stuff
is property of its proper owners. I'm a broke college student who writes to
pass the time before classes. (I really do write between college classes.
in the halls, in the café, in the labs, and in the library.)
Patrick had just been thrown out of his car by his own sister. He was on his own, having to search out a cabin for himself.
"They're probably all full," the little red-head thought to himself.
He walked up and down the halls of the train, thinking the entire time. He, like everyone else in his family, was a Gryffindor. He never really understood why, though. He was exceptionally brave or wonderfully courageous. He was just plain old Patrick-next to the youngest of eight children.
As he walked, he passed several cars of anxious looking first years. He remembered that, when he was a first year, he wasn't nervous at all. After all, what were older siblings good for if not to tell you all about the horrors and joys of going to school.
"Hey, you there, can you come here for a second?" called one of the first years.
"What can I do for you?" Patrick asked the young boy who called him over.
He was a thinnish young man with unruly black hair and hazel eyes under glasses.
"We have two questions for you?" asked another in the compartment.
This time it was a tall, shaggy haired boy who had spoken.
"Go on," Patrick urged, taking stock of the first years.
"We think this bloke is sick. Are we there yet?" the first boy asked.
He pointed to a young boy with light brown hair and slightly rumbled robes. He was sleeping on the seat across from the boy with the glasses.
"And when is the snack cart coming? There is a snack cart, right?" asked the fourth person in the compartment.
This boy was chubby, with small runny eyes. He was, all together a very unthreatening looking character.
Patrick thought for a few minutes, recalling everything his older brothers and sisters had told him.
"I think we're about halfway there but if he's really sick then maybe you should get one of the prefects or the Head Girls to help you out. They know where the nurse is. As for the snack part, I passed the cart on my way up here so she should be by soon," Patrick said.
After sharing his "wealth" of knowledge, Patrick turned to leave.
Before he could, though, the shaggy haired boy asked, "What year are you?"
"Second. I'm a Gryffindor. My name's Patrick.Patrick Dolan, by the way," he replied.
"Then how did you know all that stuff?" the chubby boy asked, sounding impressed.
"I'm the seventh in my family to go to Hogwarts," Patrick answered, "Do you guys have names?"
"I'm James Potter," said the unruly haired boy.
"Sirius Black," coolly replied the shaggy haired boy.
"Peter Pettigrew," stammered the chubby boy.
"What about him?" Patrick asked, referring to the sleeping boy.
"His trunk said Remus Lupin," James answered.
"It's nice to meet all of you. I hope you're all Gryffindors," Patrick said, turning to leave again.
He didn't get very far, though. Suddenly, two girls appeared in the doorway behind him. One girl had dirty blond hair, a face full of freckles, and blue eyes. She appeared to be dragging the other girl with her. The second girl dark red hair and startling green eyes.
"Did you find somebody to help your friend?" asked the first girl.
It seemed, to Patrick, that the first girl was probably from the wizarding world. She seemed too calm to be a Muggle born. Her friend, or whatever the other girl was, looked very nervous. She was probably a Muggle-born, surmised Patrick. They both looked to be first years.
"We asked this second year and he told us," Sirius said, trying to make it sound like he talked to upperclassmen everyday.
The two girls looked at Patrick.
"I'm Madison Clarke," said the girl with the dirty blond hair, "and this is Lily Evans."
"I'm Patrick," the wizard said again, shaking each girl's hand.
He talked for a few more minutes with the group of first years about life at Hogwarts and the school's Quiddich teams. Then he bid them farewell. He had to get back to the compartment he had been kicked out of. His trunk, with his robes and things was in there.
Walking down the length of the train, Patrick spotted one of his fellow second years. He was a shifty looking character that Patrick didn't know personally. He was a Slytherin, after all, and Patrick new not to associate with those kinds of students. He was also known for being proficient in the dark arts, something the Hound's Hollow born wizard would never dabble in. He was talking to a greasy looking first year with a hooked nose and a sallow complexion.
"Don't you worry, Severus, we'll make sure you're taken care of," the older boy was telling him.
Patrick didn't want to venture a guess at what that was supposed to mean. Instead, he walked faster back to his sister's compartment.
"What are you doing back?" Kelly asked her little brother, as soon as he reentered the compartment.
"I need my robes, Kel," Patrick replied.
"Make it quick, squirt," Kelly retorted.
For Patrick, the school year was nothing to write home about, though he did send many owls to his brother. The group of first years he had spoken with on the Hogwarts Express, James, Sirius, Peter, Madison, Lily and the sleeping Remus, had all been sorted into Gryffindor. The boy with the sallow skin and hooked nose, Severus Snape was his full name, was sorted into Slytherin.
(AN: Well, now the stage is set for the rest of my story! Please, click that little button down there and review! Good, bad, indifferent.I don't care.)
Patrick had just been thrown out of his car by his own sister. He was on his own, having to search out a cabin for himself.
"They're probably all full," the little red-head thought to himself.
He walked up and down the halls of the train, thinking the entire time. He, like everyone else in his family, was a Gryffindor. He never really understood why, though. He was exceptionally brave or wonderfully courageous. He was just plain old Patrick-next to the youngest of eight children.
As he walked, he passed several cars of anxious looking first years. He remembered that, when he was a first year, he wasn't nervous at all. After all, what were older siblings good for if not to tell you all about the horrors and joys of going to school.
"Hey, you there, can you come here for a second?" called one of the first years.
"What can I do for you?" Patrick asked the young boy who called him over.
He was a thinnish young man with unruly black hair and hazel eyes under glasses.
"We have two questions for you?" asked another in the compartment.
This time it was a tall, shaggy haired boy who had spoken.
"Go on," Patrick urged, taking stock of the first years.
"We think this bloke is sick. Are we there yet?" the first boy asked.
He pointed to a young boy with light brown hair and slightly rumbled robes. He was sleeping on the seat across from the boy with the glasses.
"And when is the snack cart coming? There is a snack cart, right?" asked the fourth person in the compartment.
This boy was chubby, with small runny eyes. He was, all together a very unthreatening looking character.
Patrick thought for a few minutes, recalling everything his older brothers and sisters had told him.
"I think we're about halfway there but if he's really sick then maybe you should get one of the prefects or the Head Girls to help you out. They know where the nurse is. As for the snack part, I passed the cart on my way up here so she should be by soon," Patrick said.
After sharing his "wealth" of knowledge, Patrick turned to leave.
Before he could, though, the shaggy haired boy asked, "What year are you?"
"Second. I'm a Gryffindor. My name's Patrick.Patrick Dolan, by the way," he replied.
"Then how did you know all that stuff?" the chubby boy asked, sounding impressed.
"I'm the seventh in my family to go to Hogwarts," Patrick answered, "Do you guys have names?"
"I'm James Potter," said the unruly haired boy.
"Sirius Black," coolly replied the shaggy haired boy.
"Peter Pettigrew," stammered the chubby boy.
"What about him?" Patrick asked, referring to the sleeping boy.
"His trunk said Remus Lupin," James answered.
"It's nice to meet all of you. I hope you're all Gryffindors," Patrick said, turning to leave again.
He didn't get very far, though. Suddenly, two girls appeared in the doorway behind him. One girl had dirty blond hair, a face full of freckles, and blue eyes. She appeared to be dragging the other girl with her. The second girl dark red hair and startling green eyes.
"Did you find somebody to help your friend?" asked the first girl.
It seemed, to Patrick, that the first girl was probably from the wizarding world. She seemed too calm to be a Muggle born. Her friend, or whatever the other girl was, looked very nervous. She was probably a Muggle-born, surmised Patrick. They both looked to be first years.
"We asked this second year and he told us," Sirius said, trying to make it sound like he talked to upperclassmen everyday.
The two girls looked at Patrick.
"I'm Madison Clarke," said the girl with the dirty blond hair, "and this is Lily Evans."
"I'm Patrick," the wizard said again, shaking each girl's hand.
He talked for a few more minutes with the group of first years about life at Hogwarts and the school's Quiddich teams. Then he bid them farewell. He had to get back to the compartment he had been kicked out of. His trunk, with his robes and things was in there.
Walking down the length of the train, Patrick spotted one of his fellow second years. He was a shifty looking character that Patrick didn't know personally. He was a Slytherin, after all, and Patrick new not to associate with those kinds of students. He was also known for being proficient in the dark arts, something the Hound's Hollow born wizard would never dabble in. He was talking to a greasy looking first year with a hooked nose and a sallow complexion.
"Don't you worry, Severus, we'll make sure you're taken care of," the older boy was telling him.
Patrick didn't want to venture a guess at what that was supposed to mean. Instead, he walked faster back to his sister's compartment.
"What are you doing back?" Kelly asked her little brother, as soon as he reentered the compartment.
"I need my robes, Kel," Patrick replied.
"Make it quick, squirt," Kelly retorted.
For Patrick, the school year was nothing to write home about, though he did send many owls to his brother. The group of first years he had spoken with on the Hogwarts Express, James, Sirius, Peter, Madison, Lily and the sleeping Remus, had all been sorted into Gryffindor. The boy with the sallow skin and hooked nose, Severus Snape was his full name, was sorted into Slytherin.
(AN: Well, now the stage is set for the rest of my story! Please, click that little button down there and review! Good, bad, indifferent.I don't care.)