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Warning: Possible foul language, violence, sexual-displays, and other potentially offensive things. We'll try to keep everything down to a minimum…
Summary: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone retold through the view of six average students attending Hogwarts.
Authors: Angel-of-Music, Arc Angel, Lady Nickoly, Lord Jak, MudrakDragon and Ronin S. Oath.
Story Index: "Speech."'Thoughts.' -Dreams or flashbacks (whichever word follows).-
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Our Story
Chapter One
He scrunches low to the murky, cold ground, trying to avoid touching the strings of web that brushes against his crown as he crawls deeper into the unknown reaches of the Greythorne's front porch or what should be said is the crawlspace underneath the front porch. One may go as far to ask as to why a boy of just eleven years of age would be brave enough to venture as far as he had, but the answer is really quite simple.
Canis Greythorne is not being brave, adventuring, nor is he trying to impress his friends. How very far from that the truth really is… He doesn't consider himself any bolder than his younger brother, Tolliver, and he never had any friends. Canis is simply hiding and what better place is there to hide than right in the open… noted, the crawlspace underneath the porch isn't very open.
The angry clamor and battering coming from Lafayette, his eldest brother, had been ringing throughout the manor for nearly a week now, and Canis was truly thankful for the many nooks and crannies available for hiding in. Though Lafayette would never stop his search until he located Canis.
"Come out, come out where ever you are," Lafayette chants as he steps out of the door, standing directly above Canis without noticing his was there. "Come out of hiding, little brother, and I promise I won't harm you."
'Fat chance.'
"If you come out now, it'll be painless."
Holding back a whimper of fear, Canis slowly moves backwards while watching Lafayette pace through the minute cracks in the cedar boards of the floor. 'Quite… I must be quite…'
"I know you're out here, Canis!" his raven-haired brother screams into the night air. "I can hear you breathing…"
"Aaaa-" Cupping a hand over his mouth, Canis silently curses the rough support beam against his back.
"Peek-a-boo," the dark figure of his eldest brother growls out as he begins approaching on his hands and knees. "You should know better. No matter where you go, I will always find you."
Gasping in pain as Lafayette's callused hand wraps around his throat, Canis screams before he can stop himself. 'I have to escape.' Twisting around, he sends a quick kick to his brother's ribs, knocking him into the opposite support beam.
"Nice move," compliments Lafayette as he pushes away, coming closer once more, now with wand at the ready. "You'll die for it. Avada Ke- Huh?"
Both boys pause, watching as if in slow motion as a thick and heavy, cream-colored envelope floats its way to the ground directly between them.
"Hn," Lafayette breathes through his nose, nearly glaring down at the address written in emerald-green ink.
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Mr. C. Greythorne
The Crawlspace under the Porch
Manor House
Rooks' Wood
Buckinghamshire
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"Looks like they'll let anyone in nowadays." With one final foul look to the cream-colored envelope, Lafayette changes direction, crawling his way back into the open.
Canis silently sits there, listening to the creaking of shoes on the cedar floors above and the murmured curses as his brother re-enters the Greythorne Manor.
Early morning peace quickly fills the crawlspace as the eastern sky changes shade with the rising sun, its beams shooting across the cluttered forest. A lone rook soars down, swiftly entering the dark hallow, nearly invisible among the shadows as it lands beside the platinum-haired boy. "Caark," it says, very gently for a rook. "Caaarck, caark, caark."
He pauses, fingering the cream-colored envelope in his hand. "Alright, bird," Canis replies. "One quick look." Pealing off the melted, purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms - a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H – he reads out loud to the rook.
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HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumblebore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Greythorne,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
Also noted, special order has been taken to see to your wellbeing.
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"Caark," screeches the rook again, louder.
"I… I've been accepted," whispers Canis unobtrusively to the dark bird, seemingly afraid that if he spoke too loudly the letter would crumble to ash or he'd awaken from a mystical dream. "I can't believe it… I've been accepted to Hogwarts!"
To Be Continued…