Disclaimer:

We do not own Harry Potter and company, nor do we own Hogwarts and so on. Those belong to the amazing JKR. Though we are claiming Crystal, Liam, Raven, and Nave. Those belong to US. Smiles evilly

Authors Note:

This fan-fiction is a combination of four different people's characters and plots. In the first five or six chapters you will see each characters past story, and how they come to meet each other. Each of the four main characters are based off of the writer. That means that there are FOUR DIFFERENT WRITERS for this story. I am the writer for Crystal. Imakeeper is the writer for Liam. My 'Beta typer chick', Emily, who I am now calling monkey, is the writer for Raven. My friend, Emily (who will stay as Emily in my mind and in these author notes) is the writer for Nave. We have all written our own character past story, but will share the credit for the fic as a group and not as individuals. Though I'm sure that this fic has us all writing side stories (I've already written three) and those can be and will be on the side and placed as individual work. Imakeeper has a account on as do I(obviously) but Monkey and Emily do not, so if you wish to comment them, feel free to do so through my reviews and message boxes.

RAVE'S PAST STORY

):-Sigh- Rave looked out the window gloomingly.

'Yet another rainy day…' he stated to himself, 'I wonder when Father

will get back from the war.'

"Rave honey, dinner's done!"

-Rave smiled silently- "Okay Mom, I'll be down in a second!"

'Maybe Mom knows what Dad's been up to…' thought Rave hopefully.

Rave rushed down stairs when the smell of his mom's honey-roasted ham

just got too irresistible.

"Rave dear, what's wrong?" she looked at Rave's crystal white face.

"Rave?" she frowned.

"…Huh? Oh, I'm sorry Mother, you know how I get on rainy days," he

snapped out of his thoughtless stare.

"I'm worried about you, you don't look so good. Is there anything

you'd like to talk about?" she handed him some ham on a plate.

"Don't worry Mother, I'm fine," Rave said forcing a smile. "I was just

thinking about Father and if he'll get back before Christmas."

Rave's mother lowered her head as if she was desperately trying not to

let her son see her face.

"Well…I'm not sure, to be truthful."

Rave looked in confusion. "Mother, may I be excused?"

She frowned, noticing that Rave hadn't even tried to eat.

"Of course dear, if you get hungry come back down and you can eat the

rest of your ham," she said as she wrapped his untouched ham and placed

it into the refrigerator.

Rave slowly walked up to his room when he accidentally tripped over his

left foot, which was dragging behind him.

"Ow!"

As he looked around trying to figure out what source had caused him to

stumble he notice his mother had some parchment paper and a quill lying

out.

'Probably to write a poem or something'

A brilliant idea soon popped up in his head.

'I know! I'll write a letter to my father and ask him if he knows when

he'll get home!'

He quickly reinforced his weight on a chair near by as he stood up.

Once he got the parchment paper and quill he went back into his room to

start his letter-making process. Flopping on his bed, his words began

to form.

11/11/05

Dear Father,

How are you doing? I hope everything's going okay for you. Do you

know when you'll be back home? Mother and I really miss you.

In case you're not home before Christmas I wanted to wish you merry

holidays! I can tell mother's getting anxious on if she'll be able to

make her famous peach-raspberry stuffed turkey for you or not for

Christmas dinner.

I wish you the best of luck and hope you come home safely!

Love, your son

Rave

Rave approached his owl Fruitloops. (He decided on the name one day

when his mother came home from the store with the sugary muggle cereal.

He fell in love with the name and thought it'd be a cute name to call

his owl.)

Rave smiled as Fruitloops brushed against his gentle pets happily.

"I'd like you to deliver this message to the M.W.W. (Ministry of

Wizards at War) for me," he whispered softly.

The bird hooted stubbornly and turned its back to Rave.

"Oh please," he begged. "It's very important my father receives this

message."

The bird eyed him as if waiting for him to say something.

"Okay, okay, you win… If you deliver this letter I'll allow you one

night to scavenge for all the rodents you can eat, my treat."

The bird turned to face him and cooed happily.

"Spoiled bird…" Rave muttered to himself

"Ouch!" He exclaimed as the bird playfully bit his hand.

Once the letter was attached to the owl's leg he opened his window and

watched the bird fly off into the night until its black feather's with

white speckles soon faded and became one with the night.

'I'm glad it stopped raining!' he thought cheerfully.

He looked down at his stomach.

"Man, I'm hungry!" he announced out loud.

After he went downstairs to eat he then went back up to his bedroom

after saying goodnight to his mom. He glanced at the clock.

'10:30 already! I better get some sleep!'

The next morning he woke up with a yawn. Rubbing his eyes he looked

around.

'Now where did that dumb-ass bird go to?'

He opened his window to feel the morning sun against his pale skin when

a gust of wind went through his red-tipped black hair.

"What the?" he asked as he noticed a dark, small figure on his floor.

He gasped when he realized what the figure was. Fruitloops!

He then realized that he forgot to open his window to let his owl back

in.

Fruitloops glared at him and then started swanking while pacing back

and forth, as if it were lecturing the shocked boy.

"I am so, so sorry Fruitloops!" he begged the owl for forgiveness.

Authors Note:

Well, I know that this is a horrible place to stop but I'm trying to space the past stories out a bit. Do come back tomorrow for the rest of monkeys past story! REVIEW.