Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling wrote Harry Potter, not me, though it would be nice if I had, since I'd be rich, but either way, I own nothing already written or claimed by other people, and if they don't claim it, well finders keepers.
Summary: This story is supposed to be set a few years after the HP story. It won't contain very many of the official characters, except for the professors, of course. The rest will be made up by me. This is rated R because I'm too lazy to make sure it stays pg or pg-13.
if this one doesn't break 1100 words, dick cheney gets my first born...
The Tale of a Young Wizard
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"So what is our schedule today, Gregory?" Steven yawned out as the two headed down to the great hall to get a much needed breakfast.
"Potions and Defence against the Dark Arts" Gregory answered back as they entered the room, taken back by the scent of sausages and eggs and pancakes and...and...and...spam.
They both made their way to the Slytherin table, Steven sat down next to Sabrina but she didn't notice him, she was chatting with a friend of hers, apparently about some red-headed boy she had met. He didn't want to eavesdrop but he did hear
"Sabrina, you can't date people from that house...it's just...wrong...imagine how the other Slytherins will react?"
"Oh to hell with them. I'm in love!" She declared, and then sighed happilly to herself before returning to her helping of spam in a blanket(like a pig in a blanket, but with spam...)
He frowned jealously and sadly to himself, then returned to his scrambled eggs. He didn't really feel much like eating anymore so he played with them a bit, eventually he molded them with his spoon into the shape of a yellow penguin.
Gregory cocked an eyebrow at him but decided that whatever would make someone turn their eggs into a penguin was definitly not worth asking about...
"So who are our professors in the two classes we have today? Any idea?"
"None...I heard that Severus Snape was the Potion's professor, but some people have said that's been changed. And so far every year for a good decade now, no Defence against the Dark Arts teacher has spent more then one year here...so whoever it is it's a new professor."
"None of them have lasted more then a year? Why not?"
"Bunch of different reasons, most people say the positions cursed now...so who knows. I think it's just waiting for the right teacher to take its seat."
Steven nodded understandly. "That would make sense...I guess.."
"Well...we ought to get to Potions class now, we don't want to be late on our first day. The room has been moved though, so our maps aren't much help, it's up near the Gryffindor tower now, don't know why..."
As they stood up, Steven's knee bumped into Sabrina's goblet, which had some fruit juice in it. The goblet tipped over and spilled all over her. His jaw dropped and he wanted to cry right there, but he couldn't. He just stared at her, not sure of what to do, as the girl screamed in surprise and shock, she stood up and raised her hand to slap him, but Gregory grabbed his arm and quickly pulled him away.
"I-I'm really sorry..." he mumbled
"Shut up, don't speak to me." She was obviously really pissed off, so him and Gregory left, as they were leaving he heard from behind him, "I just bought these damn robes, now they're ruined...and I was going to try and impress John with them..."
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Steven and Gregory sat very bored in their seats in Potions. Sabrina was in there too, and every now and then she would toss a very venomous glare their direction, everytime she did Steven shrank further and further in his seat.
They were awaiting the arrival of their Potions teacher, who had not yet shown up. Some Slytherins started to walk around the room, trying to find an easy way to play pranks on the Gryffindors. Finally one of them had found some insomniweed, a plant that puts a person to sleep for a week, and had thrown it like a baseball at the face of a red-headed Gryffindor named Johnathen Corsmaros, the boy fell backwards in his chair, sound asleep.
Sabrina stood up and yelled at the Slytherin who had done it, her face unusually red. Just after she yelled at the Slytherin, a red-headed man burst through the door, carrying a big bag of vials, he was unusually clumsy though, and turned to look at the class while he was hurrying around with the bag, and when he caught sight of Johnathen, he lost his balance and dropped his bag, sending the vials to the ground, shattering them all over the floor.
"What the bloody hell happened??" Ron demanded.
"That stupid prat over there, McCinnis, he threw Insomniweed at him!" Sabrina roared.
"What do you care? You're a Slytherin, why don't you go fluff up your hair and shut up?" A snobbish Gryffindor said to her.
She didn't want to cost her house points, or embarass herself, so Sabrina sat back in her seat while Ronald collected the limp body of Johnathen and instructed a fairly big Hufflepuff to take him down to the Nurse. Steven couldn't help but stare at Sabrina, he could tell she was angry and upset, but he didn't know why...but before he could figure it out, she shot another glare at him, so he quickly turned away and faced Ron.
"I had plans for those vials, but I guess I'll have to find something else to teach today.." he sighed as he quickly cast a spell which swept away the shattered peices of glass.
"Open up your books students, and turn to page 15. We might as well study Insomniweed..." He said in a very dull tone. Not much else happened in the class after that, Sabrina shot Steven and Gregory the occassional glare, Gregory shot them back, Steven just hung his head in shame and embarassment.
He was glad to be out of there when the class ended, he had liked Ron, but he was boring, just..so...boring...their next class was Defence against the Dark Arts, which Steven eagerly awaited, as it sounded like alot of fun, and he was curious to see who his teacher would be. So him and Gregory and some of the other students, including Sabrina, headed to the Defence against the Dark Arts classroom, which had been moved near the Slytherin dungeon...
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They entered a very dark, very dreary room and took their seats. The room was filled with various odds and ends, eye of newts, wing of bats, other little freaky things, all collected in fermeldahyde jars. There was even a shrunken head, which Steven shuddered in disgust at.
They waited for at least ten minutes, still no teacher had arrived. Steven was beginning to wonder if maybe Ron taught this class too..when suddenly a man appeared in the center of the room, scaring the daylights out of an unsuspecting Hufflepuff.
"Invisibility cloak, always expect the unexpected, you never know when a dark wizard might be lurking behind you ready to strike." Snape said with an amused smile on his face.
"I am your Defence against the Dark Arts teacher, I can see some of you I will enjoy teaching", he nodded at Gregory and Steven, "and some of you I will probably mutter curses on behind your back." He nodded in the direction of the Gryffindors.
The Gryffindors started to squirm uncomfortably in their seats, very unhappy with their new teacher.
"I'd rather have a werewolf then this guy.." he heard a Gryffindor say.
"Today we will start on the basics, and a month from now I expect you all to be well skilled in the basics of Defence, or you will receive failing marks. If you cannot at the very least prevent yourself from being stupefied, you do not deserve to be a wizard. You belong with the muggles, and that is all there is to be said about it..now...I'd like a volunteer..."
"Ah, you!" He pointed at a very short, very fat Hufflepuff.
"M-m-me...?" the little boy squeaked.
"Yes, you! Get up here or I'll start taking off points!"
The chubby little kid wabbled his way to Snape as fast as he could.
"You will defend against this spell, if you do not, 5 points from Hufflepuff."
"N-No! I'm n-" "Ready? Good, Stupefy!"
The short fat little boy fell to the floor and held his head as the room seemed to spin very fast around him. He fainted finally from pure fear, and several Gryffindors started to get out of their seats to help him.
"Get out of your seats and I'll take 10 points each!" Snape snapped at them.
"Now, 5 points from Hufflepuff for lacking basic defence knowledge...now who's next...ah yes you..."
It went on like this for a while, Snape picked all the Hufflepuffs and only one of them was able to defend against the spell, but he got a nasty headache from it. When the class ended, Steven had completly forgotten about what had happened this morning, but he was quickly reminded when Sabrina attempted to cast this new spell she had learned in the class.
Stupefy!
"Hey! What the hell!?"
"Damnit! I missed! You'll pay for what you did to my robes..I don't know when, I don't know how...but damnit you'll pay."
He made his way down to the Great Hall for lunch with Gregory, dragging his feet as he went, very very saddened by the whole day...
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Notes: This should be the longest chapter I've done...looks like Cheney doesn't get my first born, woo! Review and get a free hug. Oh and enjoy the HP inside joke up there, if you can find it.
Summary: This story is supposed to be set a few years after the HP story. It won't contain very many of the official characters, except for the professors, of course. The rest will be made up by me. This is rated R because I'm too lazy to make sure it stays pg or pg-13.
if this one doesn't break 1100 words, dick cheney gets my first born...
The Tale of a Young Wizard
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"So what is our schedule today, Gregory?" Steven yawned out as the two headed down to the great hall to get a much needed breakfast.
"Potions and Defence against the Dark Arts" Gregory answered back as they entered the room, taken back by the scent of sausages and eggs and pancakes and...and...and...spam.
They both made their way to the Slytherin table, Steven sat down next to Sabrina but she didn't notice him, she was chatting with a friend of hers, apparently about some red-headed boy she had met. He didn't want to eavesdrop but he did hear
"Sabrina, you can't date people from that house...it's just...wrong...imagine how the other Slytherins will react?"
"Oh to hell with them. I'm in love!" She declared, and then sighed happilly to herself before returning to her helping of spam in a blanket(like a pig in a blanket, but with spam...)
He frowned jealously and sadly to himself, then returned to his scrambled eggs. He didn't really feel much like eating anymore so he played with them a bit, eventually he molded them with his spoon into the shape of a yellow penguin.
Gregory cocked an eyebrow at him but decided that whatever would make someone turn their eggs into a penguin was definitly not worth asking about...
"So who are our professors in the two classes we have today? Any idea?"
"None...I heard that Severus Snape was the Potion's professor, but some people have said that's been changed. And so far every year for a good decade now, no Defence against the Dark Arts teacher has spent more then one year here...so whoever it is it's a new professor."
"None of them have lasted more then a year? Why not?"
"Bunch of different reasons, most people say the positions cursed now...so who knows. I think it's just waiting for the right teacher to take its seat."
Steven nodded understandly. "That would make sense...I guess.."
"Well...we ought to get to Potions class now, we don't want to be late on our first day. The room has been moved though, so our maps aren't much help, it's up near the Gryffindor tower now, don't know why..."
As they stood up, Steven's knee bumped into Sabrina's goblet, which had some fruit juice in it. The goblet tipped over and spilled all over her. His jaw dropped and he wanted to cry right there, but he couldn't. He just stared at her, not sure of what to do, as the girl screamed in surprise and shock, she stood up and raised her hand to slap him, but Gregory grabbed his arm and quickly pulled him away.
"I-I'm really sorry..." he mumbled
"Shut up, don't speak to me." She was obviously really pissed off, so him and Gregory left, as they were leaving he heard from behind him, "I just bought these damn robes, now they're ruined...and I was going to try and impress John with them..."
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Steven and Gregory sat very bored in their seats in Potions. Sabrina was in there too, and every now and then she would toss a very venomous glare their direction, everytime she did Steven shrank further and further in his seat.
They were awaiting the arrival of their Potions teacher, who had not yet shown up. Some Slytherins started to walk around the room, trying to find an easy way to play pranks on the Gryffindors. Finally one of them had found some insomniweed, a plant that puts a person to sleep for a week, and had thrown it like a baseball at the face of a red-headed Gryffindor named Johnathen Corsmaros, the boy fell backwards in his chair, sound asleep.
Sabrina stood up and yelled at the Slytherin who had done it, her face unusually red. Just after she yelled at the Slytherin, a red-headed man burst through the door, carrying a big bag of vials, he was unusually clumsy though, and turned to look at the class while he was hurrying around with the bag, and when he caught sight of Johnathen, he lost his balance and dropped his bag, sending the vials to the ground, shattering them all over the floor.
"What the bloody hell happened??" Ron demanded.
"That stupid prat over there, McCinnis, he threw Insomniweed at him!" Sabrina roared.
"What do you care? You're a Slytherin, why don't you go fluff up your hair and shut up?" A snobbish Gryffindor said to her.
She didn't want to cost her house points, or embarass herself, so Sabrina sat back in her seat while Ronald collected the limp body of Johnathen and instructed a fairly big Hufflepuff to take him down to the Nurse. Steven couldn't help but stare at Sabrina, he could tell she was angry and upset, but he didn't know why...but before he could figure it out, she shot another glare at him, so he quickly turned away and faced Ron.
"I had plans for those vials, but I guess I'll have to find something else to teach today.." he sighed as he quickly cast a spell which swept away the shattered peices of glass.
"Open up your books students, and turn to page 15. We might as well study Insomniweed..." He said in a very dull tone. Not much else happened in the class after that, Sabrina shot Steven and Gregory the occassional glare, Gregory shot them back, Steven just hung his head in shame and embarassment.
He was glad to be out of there when the class ended, he had liked Ron, but he was boring, just..so...boring...their next class was Defence against the Dark Arts, which Steven eagerly awaited, as it sounded like alot of fun, and he was curious to see who his teacher would be. So him and Gregory and some of the other students, including Sabrina, headed to the Defence against the Dark Arts classroom, which had been moved near the Slytherin dungeon...
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They entered a very dark, very dreary room and took their seats. The room was filled with various odds and ends, eye of newts, wing of bats, other little freaky things, all collected in fermeldahyde jars. There was even a shrunken head, which Steven shuddered in disgust at.
They waited for at least ten minutes, still no teacher had arrived. Steven was beginning to wonder if maybe Ron taught this class too..when suddenly a man appeared in the center of the room, scaring the daylights out of an unsuspecting Hufflepuff.
"Invisibility cloak, always expect the unexpected, you never know when a dark wizard might be lurking behind you ready to strike." Snape said with an amused smile on his face.
"I am your Defence against the Dark Arts teacher, I can see some of you I will enjoy teaching", he nodded at Gregory and Steven, "and some of you I will probably mutter curses on behind your back." He nodded in the direction of the Gryffindors.
The Gryffindors started to squirm uncomfortably in their seats, very unhappy with their new teacher.
"I'd rather have a werewolf then this guy.." he heard a Gryffindor say.
"Today we will start on the basics, and a month from now I expect you all to be well skilled in the basics of Defence, or you will receive failing marks. If you cannot at the very least prevent yourself from being stupefied, you do not deserve to be a wizard. You belong with the muggles, and that is all there is to be said about it..now...I'd like a volunteer..."
"Ah, you!" He pointed at a very short, very fat Hufflepuff.
"M-m-me...?" the little boy squeaked.
"Yes, you! Get up here or I'll start taking off points!"
The chubby little kid wabbled his way to Snape as fast as he could.
"You will defend against this spell, if you do not, 5 points from Hufflepuff."
"N-No! I'm n-" "Ready? Good, Stupefy!"
The short fat little boy fell to the floor and held his head as the room seemed to spin very fast around him. He fainted finally from pure fear, and several Gryffindors started to get out of their seats to help him.
"Get out of your seats and I'll take 10 points each!" Snape snapped at them.
"Now, 5 points from Hufflepuff for lacking basic defence knowledge...now who's next...ah yes you..."
It went on like this for a while, Snape picked all the Hufflepuffs and only one of them was able to defend against the spell, but he got a nasty headache from it. When the class ended, Steven had completly forgotten about what had happened this morning, but he was quickly reminded when Sabrina attempted to cast this new spell she had learned in the class.
Stupefy!
"Hey! What the hell!?"
"Damnit! I missed! You'll pay for what you did to my robes..I don't know when, I don't know how...but damnit you'll pay."
He made his way down to the Great Hall for lunch with Gregory, dragging his feet as he went, very very saddened by the whole day...
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Notes: This should be the longest chapter I've done...looks like Cheney doesn't get my first born, woo! Review and get a free hug. Oh and enjoy the HP inside joke up there, if you can find it.