Under a Harvest Moon:
Chapter One:
Hogwarts is my school. I don't mean that in the sense of that's the school I attend, I mean that in the sense of I own the school. I know it's a very conceded thing for me to say, but it's true.
For five years now I've been boarding the same train at platform nine and three quarters; getting off at the stop labelled 'Hogwarts'; living in a big giant castle; and attending classes to become a wizard. Five years is a long time to being doing something like that. A routine that mindless for such a long period of time.
However it did not stay mindless, boring, and dull. Well, not for that long anyway. First year was like that, but that's first year. Don't need to say any more on that topic.
By second year I had become the student I was going to be. Or rather the person I was going to be. Let me explain:
Take one part suave Italian gentleman; and add one part arrogant pureblood, and one part hopeless romantic. Mix well. Toss in a dash of witty humour, speckled with the laid-back Caribbean attitude. Cover and chill in freezer for several years. Remove from cold and let sit uncovered until thawed. Fold in sexy emerald green bedroom eyes, fit muscular build, midnight black hair, and outstanding fashion sense. Douse in irresistible Didgery Charm. Bake on the upper deck of a Caribbean yachet, until golden tanned on the outside, and soft and tender on the inside. Serve warm with a side of cherries and whipping cream.
Now most people would call something that wonderful: perfect, of just wonderful; but everyone knows nothing can ever be perfect. Perfect is a word used by brainless airheads and valley girls, to describe something that in actuality is quite horrible. But that's another story.
Confused yet?
I am.
Therefore we're going to get back onto the topic of how I own the school. Hopefully that'll be less confusing for me. But I make no promises, so work with me please.
After one heckuva boring first year, I decided to jazz things up a bit around dull ol' Hoggy. Come on babe, why don't we paint the town? (Whoa where'd that come from?)Yeah sure there's quidditch, but that's reserved for seven students from each house. Meaning a grand total of twenty eight students get to take part in that, while the rest of us are shafted; looking for something else to do. I'm part of the shafted group. Group S.
I could have been on my house team for quidditch; after all my father was; I just wanted something better to do with my time. Nothing against boys who follow in their father's footsteps, I'd rather make my own name for myself.
And all the 'school organized' clubs just didn't interest me. Remember that one part arrogant pureblood? This is where that comes is. Getting labelled as a nerd is not high on my to-do list for the remainder of my life on Earth.
So I started my own club. Something that not only gave me that chance to interact and meet the people of my school; but also to improve that standard of students.
Now I'm pretty sure at this moment in time you're scratching you're head going, "Yeah, ok, I get what you're saying, but that in the name of a Flibberworm does that have to do with you owning the school?".
Don't worry. You're not the first person to ask that. So I'll put you out of your misery and explain it.
The group that I founded is called Board Of Directors, of just B.O.D. for short. It's there for any male who wants to culturally broaden his horizons. I don't mean to be sexist ladies, but I don't know how well I'd be at giving fashion advice, and make-up tips.
I may dress the part, but honestly I'm not gay. (Regardless of what the writing on the wall says.)
B.O.D. is set up in a pyramid sort of way, with the experts at the top, and the beginning students at the bottom. Being the founder, I'm at the top of the pyramid. The point that keeps everyone together. They call that spot Captain's Chair; so naturally anyone who sits there gets the honorary title of Captain. (That annoyed me, so I shortened it down to Capt'n. Same dung, different beetle.)
After Capt'n, comes Second. I have four of these, one from each house. To be a Second, you have to show extreme interest, and a passion for wanting to alter who you are, for the better. The four that stuck it out the longest with B.O.D., and were there when I first starting talking about this crazy, but brilliant, idea, are Roger Davies; Justin Finch-Fletchley; Lee Jordan; and Marcus Flint. Now, a smart person would see I've selected one boy from each house, all in the same year as me. That same smart person might ask themselves why I did that.
The point of B.O.D. is not to become a large competition for house points and popularity. Everyone gets treated equal, no matter where they come from, who they are, or what they act like. And just to set the record straight, Slytherins are NOT that bad of a house. I saw a young Slytherin girl in my third year, and had a completely enjoyable experience, until her parents moved her away...But that's a good story for another day.
After Second, comes, yup! You guessed it. Thirds. These are a rather long list of students who are between Second, and Beginner. They're average people, involved with B.O.D. for their own reasons. I never really ask a lot of questions about them, setting aside the fact that they know almost every little detail about me.
Beginners are the ones who worship the ground that I walk on. Or if I'm not around they'll settle for a Second. I don't want to sound conceded, or self-centered, but all that I'm saying is honest. These boys would sell their soul to the Devil to be in my shoes. There's nothing wrong with them as people, they just haven't hit that wonderful stage in life called Maturity. Or puberty, take your pick.
Now as I'm sure you can imagine, something as broad-spread as that, would gain a lot of attention, and rather quickly. By the beginning of my third year at Hogwarts; beginning of my second year as Capt'n, the word of B.O.D. had travelled throughout the school. Younger siblings of members already involved wanted a piece of the action, and coming back members couldn't wait to share with each other what they'd practised over the summer. (If I told you exactly what that was, I'd have to kill you.) I had a better turn-out in the second year, then I did in the first year.
But that made more room for development, and change.
Girls too, began to take an interest in B.O.D., but on the other side of things. They witnessed the end result of all my hard work. They watched in awe as the most immature boy in school, three-quarter waltzed with his life-long crush at the year-end dance in second year. Beautiful poetry began rolling off male tongues like honey, in attempt to woo that special someone. The cheesy pick-up line is now obsolete, having been replaced with a box of chocolates, some flowers, and a sonnet right from Shakespear's mouth.
Needless to say, the respect people had for me, went up, considerably.
Than Lee decided that Capt'n was someone who should be set out on display. The start of third year classes, he wrote me a speech that I gave to the whole school, giving the outline of what B.O.D. had planned for another exiting year. School dances, spirit weeks, dress-up days, and of course special banquets for special occasions. The speech was so well loved, that Headmaster Dumbledore had it framed, and hung it in his office.
I was busier in third year, than I'd been in the year before. Running a school was hard work, I can now officially say Headmaster has my deepest sympathy. However, teachers were completely supportive of the idea, and were always willing to lend a hand wherever needed. And once you've got both Professor McGonogal and Professor Snape on your side, well, the world is your oyster.
Now that I'm entering my sixth year at Hogwarts, I no longer consider it the dull, and un-eventful place it used to be. My efforts and ideas have made Hogwarts legendary in the Wizarding world. Other school around the world are now sending students to my school, to be taught be my teachers, in hopes of making them better people.
Which is how I met her...
I don't own any names associated with Harry Potter. W.B. and J.K.Rowling has those rights.