The portal of C.V.H.S.

Far way in the town of Shasta Lake City lived a very interesting boy. The boy who would be forced to live the life in one of children's favorite magical places. The boy's name was Peter Bainner.

Peter was an interesting individual. He was 5'5 feet tall, had black hair, blue eyes, wore glasses, camo pants, and pure black V-neck shirt. Like any teenage boy, he had his share of normal problems. Poor grades, girls, parents, bullies, the works. But one gloomy, rainy day, while walking through the vast abyss that the administrators like to call the halls of Central Valley High School, he heard an odd noise coming from behind a door that looked like it led to a dungeon. Peter cautiously opened the door and was pulled inside by a multicolored space vacuum. The force of the portal was so strong that it threw Peter into a door, rendering him unconscious.

When Peter awoke, he found himself in an entanglement of robes and rope in a closet. Untangling himself, he read the name tag 'Filch' on one of them. Weird, Peter thought, getting up and staring at the door in front of him. He opened it and dusted himself off... and stopped when he looked down at the floor. It was castle tile. Looking up, Peter's jaw dropped so far you could have sworn he was Mr. Fantastic. The scenery that was displayed in front of him was so unreal, he had to slap himself to see if he was dreaming. He was standing in the entry hall of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry! "Woah...", Peter whispered in disbelief.

"That Professor Lupin his a loon isn't he?", exclaimed an maliciously joyful voice, "We could've at least taken on something that doesn't rely on fear for power. Like a Centaur!" "Wonderful...", groaned Peter, "Here comes Malfoy." And sure enough, Draco Malfoy, along with his two cronies, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, came storming through the exit to the grounds. Noticing Peter, Malfoy decided to have some fun, "Such distasteful clothing. You must be either a mudblood or a muggle, you're as ugly as one." "Actually, these are the best clothes that a decent teenager like myself could possibly wear. Someone with your bloodline should be wearing stuff more like that.", Peter pointed at a robe in Filch's closet, "It'd be better than the rags you're currently wearing." A few passing Hufflepuffs sniggered as they walked past. "You dare to insult your superiors! You don't even have a wand!", Malfoy exclaimed, so angry you could see steam shooting out his ears. "I don't need one.", Peter retorted, putting on a taunting expression.

Malfoy sent a stunner at Peter, of which Peter easily evaded. A crowd of students gathered around the dueling teenagers. Goyle pulled his wand out and someone shouted, "Expelliarmus!", causing Goyle's wand to go flying towards the dungeons. Everyone turned to see Cedric Diggory with his wand in hand pointed at the huge Slytherin. "Thanks Cedric!", Peter said as he turned and ran, Malfoy hot on his tail. Reaching the wall, Peter jumped and kicked off the wall, landing a drop kick to Malfoy's jaw. He went flying and landed on his stomach, knocking the wind from his heartless chest.

"Stupefy!", Goyle cried, finally having retrieved his wand. Peter evaded, but didn't get out scott-free. The spell hit his left forearm, and from elbow down, his muscles went limp. Now with only one arm to fight with, he disarmed Goyle by kicking Goyle's wand hand, sending the wand towards the staircase, which Seamus Finnigan caught and ran towards Gryffindor tower, with Goyle sprinting after him. Malfoy got up, and sent a stunning spell Peter's way. At the last second, Peter did a backflip and the spell hit Crabbe. "Please stop!", Pansy pleaded as Peter sent a fury of skillfully used punches and kicks towards the undefending Malfoy. "He started it!", Peter announced, stopping for but a second. A second was all that Malfoy needed. "Locomotor Mortis!", Malfoy shouted, a smirk creeping across his bloody and bruised face. Peter's legs stuck together and he toppled over. Feeling defeated, Peter spread his arms out as the bloody Malfoy stepped over him and brought his fist down on Peter's unscathed face.