Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to us. You can be assured that none of us are J. K. Rowling! If we were we'd know about it… Understand?
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 Three
"You could've at least told me!"
"I didn't tell you because I knew you would take it this way."
"How else am I suppose to take it? It's not normal!"
"A lot better than this… besides, you'll upset him if you keep yelling."
"Who's yelling?"
Diego sighs, leaning against the living room window as his parents quarrel in the kitchen. They had been at this ever since he'd gotten the letter…
"Lower you voice, dear."
"I deserve to know these things, especially when it concerns my own son!"
"Our son, dear."
"He deserves a good education."
"He'll get a good education at Hogwarts."
A shadow of a smile crosses over Diego's face as he picks up the cream-colored letter and re-reads it to himself. He couldn't figure out why his mother was so angry about a piece of paper inviting him to a school, of all things… noted, it is a wizarding school… By the time he looks up from the cream-colored letter, his parents are standing in front of him, sharing a hopeful smile, though their hopes are wholly different. "I'll go to Hogwarts," Diego answers before either of them have a chance to persuade him otherwise.
The displeasure is obvious on his mother's face in an instant. "Oh honey-"
"I've already decided," replies Diego with a challenging tone. "Father's right. He went to this Hogwarts place when he was younger, and I'm going to go now."
"Think about what you're saying, honey."
Returning to gazing out the window, Diego counters, "I have thought about it, mother. I've never felt like the other children in school, I've never actually fitted in anywhere. Perhaps I will at Hogwarts."
"He's right, you know," his father agrees. "Even you knew he was never a true muggle. Said so at his birth, you did."
"There's that word again!"
"What's it mean, father?"
For a moment, his father blinks in puzzlement. Then he remembers as his vocabulary clicks in. "Oh… muggle means non-magic folk… like your mother."
"Magic… non-magic… My son is a human, not some… some wizard! And I will not allow him to go off and learn such… such horrible language that I can't understand! Not while living under MY roof!"
"Dear," his father sighs out, "a wizard is a human with magic abilities."
"He has no magic!"
"Don't start this again, Jadis…"
'This is going to be harder than I thought,' thinks Diego as he watches the crowded street. 'A lot harder…'
To Be Continued…