Harry Potter, the savior of the Wizarding world has been 'dead' for sixteen years. Now, James Evans, who was sent from America to Durmstrang, is now being sent to the boarding school Hogwarts in England. 'James', a rebel without a cause is about to reek havoc on the usually peaceful and playful Hogwarts. Will it ever be the same again?
"I don't want to be here, I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna be here." James thought in a never ending cycle as some old lady professor explained his living accommodations to him.
He had caused too much trouble in Durmstrang for Kakaroff's taste, and was sent here. He black hair was ruffled and matted, somehow at the same time. He sat slouched in the head masters office, black leather jacked crumpled slightly from his poor posture. His permanent glare fixed on his face.
"I don't wanna be here." He thought again.
"Well, Mr. Evans, this is quiet a colorful record here. Burned down the entire defense classroom, caught smoking and drinking on school grounds, fighting on school grounds, and more detentions then the entire Weasley clan put together?" The old lady, McGonagal, said, looking doubtfully at him. His eyes burned with the effort of not rolling them. He made a small noncommittal noise.
"Well, Evans, it appears you will be staying in the Gryffindor tower till you screw that up. You won't be sorted." She said, still reading over his... 'colorful' permanent record. He managed to keep his expression filled with boredom, but she answered his unasked question anyway. "Being sorted is a privilege, mr. evans." She said, glaring at him. He couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Ok, I'll just head to breakfast." He sarcastically.
"wait! You'll need the password." She called after him."I don't need it." He shouted back over his shoulder as the door closed behind him.
"I really don't want to know why." She muttered, reading over the permanent record with a worried look.
James walked into the great hall, as McGonagal called it, and picked a table at random. He sat next to a brown haired kid and a bushy haired girl.
"You must be James! We heard you'd be coming. I'm Hermione Granger. Welcome to Hogwarts, school of..." He turned her out, thinking only of how much he really hated it here.
"You hate it hear, don't you." She cut off her own babbling with a doubtful expression towards his blank one.
"Not want to be here? Why, Miss Granger, that just sounds plum crazy." He stated sarcastically. She frowned, but made no more comment. He looked at the food in disgust and pulled out a book, emerging himself in an ideal world.
Hermione watched as James pulled out "The Great Gatsby" from his leather jacket and submerged himself in it, sinking down into the chair and reading in a way that surprised her. It was almost impossible to tune out the babble of the great hall. It also surprised her that the Neanderthal could read.
"Students, teachers, I'd like to introduce our new student, James Evans." Dumbledore
Said grandly, waving his hand at James's direction. James looked up from him book and glared at the head master. Dumbledore frowned sternly. James sighed and gave a small, sarcastic wave at Dumbledore, with a big false grin on his face. Dumbledore sighed and sat back down, the students turning their attention back amongst their meals and friends.
James emerged himself into the book again. Hermione couldn't resist. She angled her head and read the book he was so interested in.
"It'll show you how I've gotten to feel about- things. Well, she was less than an hour old and Tom was god knows where. I woke up out of the ether with an utterly abandoned feeling and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl. She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my head and wept. 'All right,' I said, 'I'm glad it's a girl. And I hope she'll be a fool-that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool."
It shocked Hermione so thoroughly she didn't even notice James glaring at her at first.
"Do you mind?" He asked coldly. She hadn't realized she had been practically breathing down his neck as he was reading. She blushed and turned away. He continued reading. McGonagal came over and handed him his time table. He glance it over and picked up his bag, leaving the hall rather suddenly. She frowned after him.
James rounded a corner into the library. He knew this school by heart and he had only had a brief tour. He walked in the very back and put up an air cleansing charm.. He lit up and sank to the floor, closing his eyes and leaning on a book shelf.
He was a wreck, he knew. He wondered for a moment why he couldn't hold himself together. He put out the cigarette and wandered the halls for a minute. He was heading to his first class when he bumped into a blonde haired kid, around his age.
"You're the new kid, right? I'm Draco Malfoy. If you want to fit in around here, you better stick with me." He said arrogantly, shoving his hand formally in front of james's face.
"Yes, because, you know, that's my ultimate goal in life." He said sarcastically, brushing past the boy. He rolled his eyes. What kind of prats lived in this place?
A tall, red headed boy around his age stopped him in the hall a few feet away from the blonde.
"Wow! I've never seen someone stand up to malfoy like that. I'm Ron Weasley." He added hastily. Weasley, where had he heard that name before.
McGonagal had said something about more detentions then the Weasley's combined. James had been tuning her out, and to him it sounded like she was saying something about a weasel.
"mmm." James said, skirting around the boy. He didn't like the... happy-go-lucky babbling idiot kinda guy.
"Hey, wait up!" Ron said, obviously not getting the message. Some other boy grabbed his arm before he could follow James, and started whispering something darkly to him. James watched from the corner of his eyes as Ron's eyes widened slightly. James rolled his eyes and kept on moving. He looked down at his time table. Transfiguration, wonderful.
He walked into the class a few minutes late.
"Mr. Evans, detention. Are you doing this on purpose?" Prof. McGonagal demanded, eyes narrowing. The whole class started sniggering in a very immature, 'new kids in trouble' kind of way.
"Only so we can keep having these lovely meetings, professor." He shot back sarcastically. That shut the whole class up and pissed off the professor even more. He sat in the back of the class in his poor posture and discreetly took in everything.
What the hell was he doing here?
McGonagal began lecturing and he took occasional notes in his mind, not writing anything down. He was plotting on getting himself expelled from this school as well, but it would take careful planning. He would be seventeen soon, and could live on his own. This would take some work.
He exited the class a while later, mentally berating himself for not running away after his duel in Kakaroff's office. But no, he just had to stick around and let himself be caught. Now he was in this mental hospital they called a school.
He wandered off to his next class, Potions. He seen the teacher during breakfast, and this next lesson would prove most interesting.
He managed to walk into the dungeons in time for class. The black, greasy haired man slid into the classroom. James approved immediatedly. That was very smooth. He looked around and realized no one else had noticed the man enter. He just sat back.
After announcing his presence, snape took roll call. He stopped at James's name.
"I'll have you know, Evans, that I do not tolerate trouble makers in my class." He glared.
"I'll have you know, professor, that I don't like incompetent teachers, so I do hope you are skilled." James shot right back. This man was cowardly. He looked slightly taken aback and went back to taking attendance. First encounter, score me, james thought. I'm already on two teachers plus one headmasters bad side. Two down, three to go.