Authors Note: All characters (except the ones made up by me) belong to
J. K. Rowling. It is copywrited and everything so on and so forth. None of
the events below did not and never will happen (only in my dreams and
daydreams). I would also like to take this time to say two things: One,
CHUDLEY CANNONS RULE! I wish them luck on the Quidditch World Cup. Two,
Peter "Wormtail" Pettegrew sucks, and always will suck. He along with a
great list of people that would be WAY too long for this already long
Author's Note. But it dose include anyone that is a threat to Sirius,
Remus, and James. Okay, I'll shut up now and put my story on.
Chappy Uno
I walk towards this Platform thing. It's right between the 10 sign and 9 sign. Yes, I am VERY excited, and yes, I AM in the past Harry Potter world. Oh right—story. I am Aquilla Moon. I will be known as "Quill" later on in this very odd story. Crud! I need to stop saying that! Uh... okay. So, I came upon my letter when I was reading a certain book (*cough* Harry Potter *cough*). A little light came and told me to walk into the book. I asked, "How do I do that, most mysterious light that is very magical and I don't realize it?" It made a screeching noise.
"I JUST TOLD YOU!" It yelled, which took me by surprise so I fell in the book. Thus I end up right where I am. Red hair, blue eyes, stupid glasses, thin figure and all! I figure I am in a dream (coma, actually, for hitting myself on the head after reading about Sirius's death) and start to walk, like the stupid person I am, towards the Platform thing. I have a very nice trunk that holds all my magical stuff that I can't remember getting. On top of that, is a small cage containing a little white cat that is VERY cute, but since I'm a Buddhist, I plan on making it a miniature cow (cows are holy in India, and I'm not really a Buddhist, so I won't). I lean against the barrier and fall in—literally. I am about to hit the evil, life-taking, scab-making cement!
Arms (muscular arms, I might add) catch me and help me up. I look into the deep-blue eyes that are staring at me. They are covered by the bangs of his black hair. He has the most perfect face (and build) in the world, it seems. So, after goggling at him for a second I look over his shoulder. Two kids are right behind him. One has jet-black hair and hazel eyes that are covered by glasses. He looks weak, and skinny. The other one has brown hair and gray-looking eyes. There is a yellowish looking color too, but I'm too dense to notice. He is also pale, and peaky. He saved my cat as the muscular kid saved me. "Hi!" I say. "I am not a dork! I am weird, and you—well I'm not sure." They stare at me, as if I'm a freak—which is true. I grin. "You suck at introducing." They snap out of their trance. The kid with the blue eyes bows.
"I am Sirius. Sirius Black. This is James Potter—" He gestures to the kid with glasses, who twists his hand in a weird motion. "This is Remus Lupin—" He gestures to the kid with my cat. "And this is Peter Pettegrew—" He points at a scared looking kid. I roll my eyes.
"I already knew that." They give me weird stares. "I read about you." They still stare blankly. "Nevermind. I'm Aquilla Moon. Call me Quill." James started to laugh.
"Why are you called 'Quill'?" asks Remus. I put my finger up and close my eyes, as if stating something in a scientific way.
"I am called 'Quill' because of my forging skills and drawing skills."
"Bit stuck on yourself, aren't you?" asks James. The shivering kid speaks.
"Don't give her ideas!" he says. Then yelps as I pull a strand of his dirt-brown hair out. I laugh.
"You'd be best off, quiet." He glares. The train whistle blows and we hurry to find a compartment.
Chappy Uno
I walk towards this Platform thing. It's right between the 10 sign and 9 sign. Yes, I am VERY excited, and yes, I AM in the past Harry Potter world. Oh right—story. I am Aquilla Moon. I will be known as "Quill" later on in this very odd story. Crud! I need to stop saying that! Uh... okay. So, I came upon my letter when I was reading a certain book (*cough* Harry Potter *cough*). A little light came and told me to walk into the book. I asked, "How do I do that, most mysterious light that is very magical and I don't realize it?" It made a screeching noise.
"I JUST TOLD YOU!" It yelled, which took me by surprise so I fell in the book. Thus I end up right where I am. Red hair, blue eyes, stupid glasses, thin figure and all! I figure I am in a dream (coma, actually, for hitting myself on the head after reading about Sirius's death) and start to walk, like the stupid person I am, towards the Platform thing. I have a very nice trunk that holds all my magical stuff that I can't remember getting. On top of that, is a small cage containing a little white cat that is VERY cute, but since I'm a Buddhist, I plan on making it a miniature cow (cows are holy in India, and I'm not really a Buddhist, so I won't). I lean against the barrier and fall in—literally. I am about to hit the evil, life-taking, scab-making cement!
Arms (muscular arms, I might add) catch me and help me up. I look into the deep-blue eyes that are staring at me. They are covered by the bangs of his black hair. He has the most perfect face (and build) in the world, it seems. So, after goggling at him for a second I look over his shoulder. Two kids are right behind him. One has jet-black hair and hazel eyes that are covered by glasses. He looks weak, and skinny. The other one has brown hair and gray-looking eyes. There is a yellowish looking color too, but I'm too dense to notice. He is also pale, and peaky. He saved my cat as the muscular kid saved me. "Hi!" I say. "I am not a dork! I am weird, and you—well I'm not sure." They stare at me, as if I'm a freak—which is true. I grin. "You suck at introducing." They snap out of their trance. The kid with the blue eyes bows.
"I am Sirius. Sirius Black. This is James Potter—" He gestures to the kid with glasses, who twists his hand in a weird motion. "This is Remus Lupin—" He gestures to the kid with my cat. "And this is Peter Pettegrew—" He points at a scared looking kid. I roll my eyes.
"I already knew that." They give me weird stares. "I read about you." They still stare blankly. "Nevermind. I'm Aquilla Moon. Call me Quill." James started to laugh.
"Why are you called 'Quill'?" asks Remus. I put my finger up and close my eyes, as if stating something in a scientific way.
"I am called 'Quill' because of my forging skills and drawing skills."
"Bit stuck on yourself, aren't you?" asks James. The shivering kid speaks.
"Don't give her ideas!" he says. Then yelps as I pull a strand of his dirt-brown hair out. I laugh.
"You'd be best off, quiet." He glares. The train whistle blows and we hurry to find a compartment.
