Chapter One: September First 1996
A sixteen year old Jack Black awoke to his dark room, the rain pouring down upon his small windows. Why had he awakened? He didn't remember, then while in the middle of the thought, a small owl pecked him impatiently on the cheek "All right, all right, calm down." Jack whispered to the owl as he took the letter that was tied to the owls leg, he un folded it and read: Dear Jack, I am off to see Arthur on some order business, I left a portkey to King's cross, it's the small stone on the table, don't worry, Dumbledore approved of it, there are also a few sickles for food on the train. Expect to see me at the castle some time this term.
Love, Uncle Remus
Jack had been living with Uncle Remus as long as he could remember, his father had been taken to Azkaban when he was very young, and this past summer he had passed away, he had never even met his father, though Uncle Remus told him stories of their Hogwarts years, about the mischief of his father, and about his mother, whom he also never knew, he told her she was a beautiful woman, a kind person, and a brilliant witch. Though those tales were told to him as bed time stories as a small child, he hadn't talked about his parents in quite some time. Ever since his father passed away, all of his dreams were put on a long delay, he was hoping to live with his father once his name was cleared, to be together. Jack had taken many of his fathers qualities according to Uncle Remus. Jack was the top of his year, a prefect, and made full marks on all of his O.W.L.S with the exception of potions. One reason Jack was looking forward to returning to Hogwarts was to see his friends, he had befriended a boy named Harry Potter in his third year, and they had become close friends since then, especially due to the fact they were both much like there fathers, whom were also friends at Hogwarts. Jack began to load his trunk with his belongings, he then put on his Muggle clothes, a light jacket and some jeans. He dragged his trunk down the stairs, then he reached towards the kitchen table, and everything around him began to whirl around.
A sixteen year old Jack Black awoke to his dark room, the rain pouring down upon his small windows. Why had he awakened? He didn't remember, then while in the middle of the thought, a small owl pecked him impatiently on the cheek "All right, all right, calm down." Jack whispered to the owl as he took the letter that was tied to the owls leg, he un folded it and read: Dear Jack, I am off to see Arthur on some order business, I left a portkey to King's cross, it's the small stone on the table, don't worry, Dumbledore approved of it, there are also a few sickles for food on the train. Expect to see me at the castle some time this term.
Love, Uncle Remus
Jack had been living with Uncle Remus as long as he could remember, his father had been taken to Azkaban when he was very young, and this past summer he had passed away, he had never even met his father, though Uncle Remus told him stories of their Hogwarts years, about the mischief of his father, and about his mother, whom he also never knew, he told her she was a beautiful woman, a kind person, and a brilliant witch. Though those tales were told to him as bed time stories as a small child, he hadn't talked about his parents in quite some time. Ever since his father passed away, all of his dreams were put on a long delay, he was hoping to live with his father once his name was cleared, to be together. Jack had taken many of his fathers qualities according to Uncle Remus. Jack was the top of his year, a prefect, and made full marks on all of his O.W.L.S with the exception of potions. One reason Jack was looking forward to returning to Hogwarts was to see his friends, he had befriended a boy named Harry Potter in his third year, and they had become close friends since then, especially due to the fact they were both much like there fathers, whom were also friends at Hogwarts. Jack began to load his trunk with his belongings, he then put on his Muggle clothes, a light jacket and some jeans. He dragged his trunk down the stairs, then he reached towards the kitchen table, and everything around him began to whirl around.