This project is a collaboration between two authors, me, TheAveryBloodline, and my friend, TheFawleyBloodline(who does not have an account on this site). Fair warning that this story has a lot of OC, although not all of them are important to the plot right away. This does take place during Harry's time at Hogwarts and the golden trio is still a huge part of the plot, despite the title. This story is alrerady completely planned out up to and through seventh year. We already have a lot of the story pre-written, so we acre currently planning a Monday and Friday upload schedule. Just as a reminded we do NOT own any of JK Rowling's characters or the world they live in. Well... we have nothing else to say so, enjoy Not Potter

Not Potter and the Stupid Stone

Chapter one

Noel

I sat quietly, one cheek on the cold glass window, as I listened to the babble of the girls around me.

"Aren't you so excited to see the common rooms? I've been waiting to see them for years!" One babbled.

"And think of the boys, Pansy!" Another replied.

In unison, two of them squealed, "The boys!" While the third one rolled her eyes

I sighed. Pansy, Daphne, and Bella: I've been having to deal with them my whole life. They have always been much louder than me. Mother taught me it was not polite for a young lady to talk so much about foolish things. They also must have been told such things by their mothers but were simply less prudent in obeying. I try to obey all the rules my parents set out for me, and they said nothing about having to stay in one cabin the whole time. I do not have much to add to their conversation, seeing as they've been having the same one for years on end and even mother would have to approve of making new acquaintances, especially if they're Pureblood. Yes, expanding my circle of friends could be useful in following my Pureblood legacy so leaving will be a good thing.

With this thought in mind, I moved to stand up, straightening my hair and skirt as I moved towards the door. The handle just scarce of my grasp, a voice stopped me.

"Noel, where are you going?" Pansy questioned.

I turned around and muttered an excuse - if they caught wind of what I was doing, they would be all over coming with me and such a large group could look intimidating to others. "I'm just going to... get a breath of air."

"But-" Pansy choked out, before I shut the door in her face. I mentally scolded myself; that had not been polite. I leaned against the corridor and sighed before beginning my journey down the train.

As I passed the different compartments, I looked out for the different telltale signs of Purebloodity that my father had told me of. Most Purebloods had darkly colored hair, passed down from intermingling with the most ancient house of black – although the Malfoy's always had characteristically white blonde hair. I peered into one cabin, in which it contained one boy with messy black hair and another with bright orange. A warning bell went off in my head, almost immediately. Red hair was a telltale sign of the Weasley bloodline: blood traitors. I moved on down the train; wouldn't want to be caught fraternizing with him.

Just then an old, gray haired lady approached me.

"Anything from the trolley, dear?"

I looked up to meet her gaze and, this might sound crazy, I shivered. Creepy. I swear her eyes were piercing though my soul and penetrating my conscience. Instead of asking if I wanted anything from the trolley, she was asking if I wished to die. I SWEAR!

"No, I'm fine." I replied, quickly, "I'm was just heading... um, into this cabin."

I quickly turned around and pushed into the cabin nearest to me. I stood, stiff as a board, regarding the one lonely occupant of the compartment briefly. Dark brown hair: she should be fine. I turned around to see the lady was watching me, still, as I shuffled to sit down. Even though she was scary, I wouldn't want her to think of me as odd. I kept peeking out the glass window in the door, until I saw her disappear into a gaggle of kids. Phew. I relaxed down into the seat, that is, until the one lonely occupant, A girl with straight, mocha brown hair and black framed glasses, cleared her throat and spoke.

"Oh, hi?" The female voice spoke, confused.

When we made eye contact, I stared into her pale green eyes very concerned with her reaction to me. That entrance had definitely not been polite.

To cover up my hasty entrance, I spoke, "oh, I'm so sorry! I did not mean to come into your cabin, but I was just wandering the halls, and the Trolley Witch bumped into me. I did not want to seem odd, so I just came in here to avoid her."

The girl laughed a bit, in reply, "It's fine. Stay a bit, if you want. I'm Laura Fawley, by the way."

"Noel Avery." I said, sticking my hand out to shake hers.

"Avery?" She questioned, taking my hand, "common death eater last name, huh?"

"Yeah, it is. How'd you know?"

"Pureblood families know the dirt on other Pureblood families." She laughed.

"True." I said, realizing that she also was a Pureblood. My mission had been a success, although I could not remember my father mentioning anything specific about the Fawley's. Could they be blood traitors?

She paused to think for a moment, leaving my anxiety to build up.

"So, you're likely to be in Slytherin? Heard most of your family has been." She asked, after what seemed like an eternity

I sighed, "I guess. It's what everyone expects of me, after all."

Laura shrugged her shoulders, "I wouldn't live up to those expectations. I just assumed because the sorting hat normally puts mostly Slytherin families in Slytherin."

"I have no choice, though. If I'm not sorted into Slytherin my parents could, like, disown me." I insisted. I knew my family more than this, practically, stranger who I was becoming more and more convinced was a blood traitor. Although it may have been an extreme statement, my parents are extreme people and disownment is not uncommon in the Avery bloodline.

Jaw dropped, she stared, before replying. "That's a little harsh, don't you think? I mean, I understand keeping bloodlines, but as long as I marry a Pureblood, my parents are pretty much fine with anything. Do houses really matter that much? You see, my mom was a Ravenclaw, my dad a Gryffindor, and my brother a Hufflepuff, so it wouldn't shock me if I got Slytherin, and I doubt my parents would care if I got something else." She spoke, confidently, yet, somehow, halfhearted.

"I wish my family was like that." I sighed, once more, "my brother's basically the definition of blood supremacy - Prefect, Quidditch Captain, Pureblood Slytherin Girlfriend. Perfect." I frowned inwardly, is that what I really thought. Upholding Pureblood tradition is an honor and this girl just admitted that she was not a blood traitor. I quickly moved to cover up my mistake. "Although I, of course, aim to be just like him. Tradition is important. So, Slytherin is the goal."

Silence lingered in the room, raising my anxiety more than it already had been, as Laura broke the silence with a joke.

"Well, in any case, green isn't my favorite color, but I guess I look decent in it." She laughed, "yellow would look atrocious on me, and blue isn't the best. Considering we would wear that color every day, it would have to be, like, a deep red or a deep green, honestly."

I sat, confused, and seriously considered if Laura will only look good in red or green. I questioned the statement, and pondered on how to respond, before my train of thought was broken, once more.

"-I'm not being serious. I mean, the color part is true, but I don't care really."

My thoughts stopped, and I felt my face break. I gasped, the tension in my body released, via laughter, "oh."

We spent a moment laughing, as an unknown student approached our cabin. I saw his figure creep up, before coming into view. His shadowy character changed into a strange, blonde, almost albino, boy, with a piercing stare and two cronies hulking at either shoulder. He swept the door open and stared about, with his nose pointed in the air.

"I just happened to be going around, introducing myself. I'm Draco Malfoy," He stuck his hand out, towards myself, for a handshake. "And, you are?"

"Noel." I replied, confidence floating, "Noel Avery."

"Pleasure to meet you." He said, shaking my hand. He'd done this before, as had I. He acted adult-like, in a sense, almost too mature for his age with his stern formalities. I was pleased to finally meet someone I was sure my parents would approve of, after all, the Malfoy's are very respected. Malfoy then turned towards Laura, and held his hand out to her, completing the same routine as before. "You are?"

"Laura Fawley," she said.

"Purebloods, huh?" He muttered.

"Obviously," I remarked. "Same as you, I presume?"

"Indeed." He replied, smirking, "I regularly wouldn't invite anyone to come and chat, but rare bloodlines have to stick together. So, if the sorting hat decides, maybe we'll talk more in the future."

"If so," Laura replied, her face blank. "We'll chat then."

"You ought to be going by now, have you?" I chimed, "you have more rounds to make, I'd assume."

Finishing his conversation, he opened the door before sauntering off. I stood, somewhat annoyed by his presence. Something about him seemed off to me, and it quickly soured my mood. Although he was just the sort of person I was expected to fraternize with, I had no wish to do so.

Soon after his departure, I nearly fell, as the train swiftly stopped, and a voice boomed out from the speakers above. I made eye contact with Laura, momentarily, as we both focused on the man speaking.

"Hello students, this is the conductor. We have now arrived at the Hogsmeade Station. For those of you who are first year students, please step off the train, and follow Hagrid - who you'll be able to spot – out to the docks. If you feel lost, simply ask one of the Prefects or Head students to help. Thank you and enjoy your day!"

I stood up and went to go grab my bags, before realizing I had given them to someone who worked on the train. Assuming they would take them in for me, I searched for my wand, with no avail.

"Hey, Laura," I asked, "have you seen my wand anywhere?"

"Did you even bring one in?" She questioned me, in response.

"I do not know, possibly?" I replied, "I can't remember, at this point."

"Why don't you just go to your old cabin, and search for a bit. Just be quick." She suggested.

I opened the cabin door, and quickly spoke, "I'll meet you at the docks," before sprinting out of the room and down the long path. I backed up a few cabins, my eyes scanning rapidly. Panic filled my veins, as I scanned the glass boxes, until I found the one with Pansy, Daphne, and Bella in it.

Pansy quickly fluttered up to me and beamed, "Noel, there you are! I thought you were eaten by trolls; you were gone so long!"

"So long!" The Daphne gushed, practically giggling, as Bella rolled her eyes in the background. At least her and I were on the same page with their behavior. I could tell neither one of us appreciated their bothersome, immature attitudes.

"Uh, yeah," I blurted out, before quickly reaching for my wand, as Pansy and Daphne each moved to grab one of my arms before pulling me out of the cabin. As much as I did not appreciate being dragged around, it was nice to be in company that did not leave me questioning delicate social constructs.

We stepped out, onto the platform, as steam poured out around us and older students rushed above our heads. However, even in all this havoc, it was not hard to spot Hagrid, who was at least twice as tall as even the lankiest seventh year.

"fris' years, firs' years!" He bellowed, in a broad Scottish accent.

Pansy stopped for a moment, staring at the large man with a great deal of distaste in her expression, before being pushed along by a, somewhat, annoyed Bella. As we went to stand by him, I scanned the noisy crowd, of my peers, for Laura. No luck. I had just caught sight of the back of her head, when Hagrid spoke again, "we got everyone?" The group chorused confirmations, "Right, then, we're off. Follow me."

He led us down a long, winding path and to a sandy beach, where a great number of small boats were placed. Being at the back of the group, many students were already seated in boats by the time I caught up. I decided it would be best to just stay with Pansy. But, by the time I had come to the decision, Daphne and Bella were already seated beside her in a decidedly three-person boat. I sighed as Pansy and Daphne only made sad puppy dog eyes at my predicament and Bella simply shrugged her shoulders. I then decided to try and find Laura, unfortunately Laura was one of the many already seated. I would have to find another boat, seeing as hers was filled by two girls, nearly identical, based on looks, they were probably twins. I scanned the cluster of boats again, evaluating my options. The only boat with an empty space contained a small girl with bushy brown hair and a somewhat nervous looking boy, who was clammily clinging to a toad. I sighed; I was not confident with the blood status of these two individuals.

Being on the lake was breathtaking. The whole way there you could see the castle, silhouetted against the moon. It was also the perfect night for the trip, a bit of summer warmth left over and not a gust of wind in sight, providing perfect and enjoyable sailing conditions. However, the trip was slightly marred by my two boat mates, as the girl began the careless disturbance.

"Hi," she said, grinning wildly through a set of buck teeth with matching braces, "I'm Hermione Granger." My blood instinctually curled after her last name was spoken. I had never heard of the Grangers before, and that could only mean one thing. She was a muggle born, the one type of person my father had strictly prohibited me from fraternizing with. After this, I decided to stiffly ignore her as she began to blabber on endlessly about some book she had read. Then, there was the boy. He just kind of sat there, looking more than a bit green. At one point I asked for his name, to which Hermione replied, "his name is Neville," as he turned around to be sick over the side of the boat. It wasn't pretty. Let's just say, I was glad to be rid of them once we got off the boats.

After we anchored the boats, I was finally able to catch up with Laura, and we witnessed our first up-close glimpse of Hogwarts together. As we made our way to the top of the stairs, the door opened to reveal a stern looking, black haired lady. She led us through the entrance hall, but not to the great doors at the other end, in which the older students seemed to be entering, but to a small room, off to the side of the hall. After we were all, calmly, contained in the small room, she began to make a speech.