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.
The Tale of a Young Wizard
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"Detention...A place I now loath yet love at the same time" Steven though to himself as he looked around the room, Sabrina was late, again. Professor McGonagall did not look pleased at all. She was pacing around the room, looking up at her clock from time to time.
Suddenly the door flung open.
"I'm sorry Professor McGonagall!" Sabrina cried.
"And just what is your excuse this time Sabrina?"
"I-I don't have one..." she said as she put her robes in their correct place, Steven noticed a bruise on her arm, but didn't say anything.
"Fifty points from Slytherin then, I must say I do enjoy these detentions, you're single-handedly guaranteeing my house will win the House Cup, and it's only September!" Professor McGonagall said, very darkly, before walking out of the room, not bothering to ask for their wands this time.
They sat in awkward silence for a few minutes before Steven said "I-I saw a bruise on your arm..what happened?"
"Oh...um...It-It's nothing...I tripped, that's why I was late..."
"You tripped and took another half an hour to get here..?"
"It was down the stairs! You know how tall those things are!"
"Oh...I'm sorry, are you alright?"
"Yeah..I guess."
They sat in silence for a little while longer.
"Why do you leave so quickly from here..?"
"I-I..."
"Well?"
"I'm afraid."
"Afraid? Afraid of what?"
"Afraid of what would happen if I told you-"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Their conversation was shattered by a scream outside the room, which sounded very much like Professor McGonagall. They both jumped out of their seats and ran towards the door, and just as Steven reached to open it, the door flew off its hinges.
The two Slytherin backed away in complete fear, for before them stood a large troll, and behind it a short wizard, who appeared to be controlling the troll. Just to his side lay Professor McGonagall, or what WAS Professor McGonagall, she appeared to have been broken in half.
"Kill them." the short wizard ordered the troll, which began approaching Steven and Sabrina.
Think fast Steven...think fast!
Incendio!
A ball of flame shot out of Steven's wand and lit the Troll's club on fire. The troll paused, looked at his club, and then began panicing, swinging it in every direction, not smart enough to let go of the club, despite his hand getting burned from the flames. Finally the troll was calmed down by the wizard it had come with, but not before Steven and Sabrina had escaped the room.
He chased after them, and was just too athletic for them to get away.
Petrificus Totalus!
Sabrina's legs immediatly locked together, and she flew to the ground.
"Sabrina!"
Steven turned back and stood over her frozen body. "Stay back you bastards!" he roared as he raised his wand at them.
"It's your third day at Hogwarts, and you're a first year. You don't have a clue about magic, so you can't do a damn thing to me boy."
Steven knew he was right, the most he could do were very basic, very weak spells. But he did remember one spell Gregory had told him about...the Reductor Curse...
Reducto!
A bolt shot out of Steven's wand and struck the Troll dead center, as soon as the bolt connected with the troll the hallway was splattered with blood and bones.
"Why you insignificant little mud-blood! I won't even ask how you did that spell, if you want to defend her that bad then fine, Ill take her and I'll take you too."
Expelliarmus!
Steven's wand flew out of his hand and to the ground behind the wizard.
"Shit..."
"Well..you don't really want to go, now do you?"
Steven looked at him quizically, trying to figure out what he meant by this.
"No, I didn't think you did..good thing."
Avada Ke-"I love you Sabrina!"-davra!
A green light shot out of the wizard's wand, and Steven's body fell to the floor.
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He jumped up in his bed, his heart stinging with pain. He made his way to the boy's bathroom, completly confused as to what had just happened.
"It must have been a dream..." he mumbled to himself.
"One shitty dream..."
He looked in the mirror, and saw in his reflection that a Slytherin "S" had been burned into his chest.
"Or at least..I hope it was a dream..."
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Notes: was it? who knows! if it wasn't, then he's one hella strong wizard to survive the killing curse...oh well much shorter then i had planned...review, hug, hug, review, or whatever