I'M SORRY! Turns out camp saps your energy. Like, a LOT. But I'm back now, so... Hi.
I've decided to let you guys vote on who the Chosen One will be. So, once I've introduced all the OC's, you lucky peeps get to vote. The OC's are on my profile and will be updated as I receive more because I don't want to keep posting them. Also, not all of them will get a POV every time. Everyone you don't recognize from the books is an OC, whether or not they have their own POV. I'm only taking 3 more OC's, so if you're a ghost reader or follower, nows the time. I'll take them in reviews too, if you're a guest.
Disclaimer: I wish.
Rosalie's POV (submitted by TheNightGirl)
Rosalia Amaro couldn't wait until she was old enough to move out of her parents' home. Two years ago, she'd discovered that her mothers' family were Death Eaters, and her cousin Leonardo had recruited her sister Lilia as a Death Eater. Now, she was one of the most feared Death Eater, second only to Bellatrix Lestrange. Rosalia was an anomaly, the only member of her family not to be sorted into Slytherin. Approaching her third year at Hogwarts, she was extremely grateful to be able to get away from her arrogant family.
She'd convinced her parents to send her to Diagon Alley by herself, which was extremely hard considering they lived in Sicily. Eventually they caved, and then she was caught up in a whirlwind of soot and smoke and occasional glimpses of rooms, until she finally fell out into the Leaky Cauldron.
Tom, the barkeeper, grinned toothlessly at her as she headed out the back door, tapping the brick wall with her wand.
"ROSALIA!" Two familiar voices squealed. Grinning, Rosalia turned to see her friends Valeraine and Aliza sitting together outside Fortescue's. She dashed over to hug them, her long hair coming loose from its bun. The three of them, along with Lorelei, were nearly inseparable at school. Aliza and Rosalia even looked slightly alike, with chocolate brown hair. Aliza's hair had lighter highlights, and her eyes were brown whereas Rosalia's were glacier blue, but they were easily mistaken for each other from behind.
"How was your summer?" Aliza asked. "Did you finally come to your senses and learn Quidditch?" Rosalia rolled her eyes at Aliza. She was terrified of heights, and much preferred to watch others fly.
"Of course I didn't," Rosalia said. "I have no desire to be beaten up by and chase around balls while on an incredibly flimsy piece of wood."
"Your wand is flimsier than a broomstick, and you trust your wand," Aliza pointed out.
"Yeah, well," Rosalia started. "I..."
"That's what I thought," Aliza grinned. Valeraine, meanwhile, was ordering Rosalia an ice cream.
"So if you didn't learn Quidditch, what have you been doing with your summer?" Valeraine asked, pushing a fudge sundae and a spoon at Rosalia.
"Escaping my horrific family," she said. "Leonardo's been after me the whole summer, with Lilia's help. They keep bringing other Death Eaters to our house! It's hard to get away."
Her friends nodded sympathetically. Only her closest friends knew about what had happened between her and her cousin. Unfortunately, none of them had much experience with this sort of thing. They had their fair share of family issues- Aliza's mum had left her with her dad, brother, and a nanny when she was a year old, and of course Valeraine had the whole my-dads-a-Veela-thing. But neither of them knew how to deal with Death Eating relatives.
"Scarlett said something like that too," a familiar voice said from behind them. The three girls turned to see James, Valeraine's half-brother standing behind them.
"Hey, Astor!" Aliza beamed up at her Quidditch captain. "Got any new plays?" Rosalia cleared her throat.
"Yeah," James said. "But lets talk about that with the rest of the team. Rosalia, you should talk to Scarlett. She's going through pretty much the same thing right now."
"Okay," Rosalia agreed. "Thanks. I'll talk to her at Hogwarts." Then she glanced at her watch. "Merlin's beard! I told my parents I'll be home in an hour. I have to go shop!"
Lottie's POV (submitted by IAmTheStars)
Lottie Aris was becoming a frequent visitor at St. Dominic's Hospital. A few weeks before, her twin brother Mason had been diagnosed with leukemia. The two of the were fighting through it together, and had lots of sleepovers at the hospital. All the nurses and doctors loved the optimistic boy and his quiet sister. They turned a blind eye to the strange happenings that occured when the two were together, however.
When the twins were in a car crash a year ago, they discovered that they had strange powers. These powers were the only reason they'd survived. Occasionally, if provoked, one of the twins would make something explode, or disappear, or change colors. No one was quite sure how one of the nurse's hair turned pink, or how the twins had managed to blow up the T.V. In Mason's room. All of this was explained one day when the twins got a visitor by the name of Rubeus Hagrid.
Lottie and Mason were sitting on Mason's hospital bed watching cartoons, when the door opened and Nurse Erin poked her head in. "Kids, there's someone here to see you," she said a bit nervously. An extremely large man squeezed past her and into the room.
"Nice ter meet you," he said with a grin. "The name's Hagrid. Rubeus Hagrid. Ever heard of Hogwarts?" He went on to explain to the befuddled twins that they were a witch and wizard, and that the strange things they did were completely normal. He ended by giving them instructions to go school shopping.
"Sir, we don't have money to go school shopping," Lottie explained. "And Mason can't go to boarding school, he has leukemia."
"Well, a couple of nights in St. Mungo's will fix him up right quick," Hagrid said. "They can cure anything." (A/N: you never hear about wizards with terminal diseases, so I'm going to pretend Healers can heal them). "And if that doesn't work, Madam Pomfrey can fix you up. And bout the money, you have a scholarship. If the Weasleys can afford it, you'll do fine."
"All right," Lottie said, looking down at the letter in her brother's hand. "But how do we explain to our parents?"
Aster's POV (submitted by MasterShwin)
Aster Phoenix was regretting his decision to come to Hogwarts. Up until now, the 11-year-old had been taught by his parents. His father was the child of a vampire and an elemental, and had given him special abilities. He'd passed away four years ago, and Aster's mother had traveled with him, teaching him about wizardry as well as his special abilities. Descending directly from Godric Gryffindor, Aster was a powerful wizard already. But when his mother died, he'd moved in with a colony of vampires. Thanks to this, he hadn't actually received a letter to Hogwarts, but had tested in. Now, he would be starting his first year.
On the other hand, the colony he was staying with was moving to France for a bit. It would be hard to find them again if he left now. Still, that McGongagall woman had promised to give him extra lessons on controlling his powers, so he didn't need the colony's help anymore. As his mother used to say, everything had its way of working out.
Shaking off his worries, Aster stepped into the fireplace. "Diagon Alley!" He shouted, waving to the vampires on the other side of the room. He had a feeling this would be the last time he saw them for a while.
He emerged, coughing, into the general hubbub of the Leaky Cauldron. The bartender nodded at him, setting a butter beer down in front of a girl with dark blue hair. As Aster dusted himself off and slicked back his black hair, a small girl tumbled out of the fireplace behind him, smashing into him.
"Oh, Merlin!" She cried. "I'm so sorry! Are you okay? I'm really clumsy, I can't help it, and Mum always says it'll be my downfall. I didn't realize someone would be at the other side, and-"
"Whoa," Aster cut her off, reaching down to pull her to her feet. She was extremely light, and he almost sent her dying off balance. "Calm down. I'm fine, you're the one that ended up on the ground. The name's Aster."
"I'm Emma, Emma Clarke," Emma said, tucking back a strand of hair. She had long red hair pulled back in a ponytail, and wore muggle clothing. "Why are your eyes that weird gray? And how'd you get that scar on your cheek?"
"My eyes are natural," Aster responded. "I got the scar in a tussle with a vampire."
"Oh my Lord, really?" Emma's hazel eyes were wide with excitement and a hint of fear. "That's so cool! Your eyes just flashed red, you know. Oh my gosh, are you a vampire? Cause that would explain a lot, like how you pulled me up and almost sent me through that wall. That was scary, by the way."
"Um, I'm a quarter vampire," Aster replied. He wasn't quite sure what to think of this bubbly girl. "Do you think we should move away from the fireplace before we get hit again?"
Emma and Aster ended up talking for half an hour. It turned out Emma was a half-blood, and was also starting at Hogwarts this year. The two of them left the pub fast friends, which both thought ironic, because they both preferred to stay with a close knit group of friends.
Rob's POV (submitted by my sister)
Weasls Manor was huge. Hugely irrating, that is. Rob Weasls knew that all large, old manors had secret passages, hidden rooms, all sorts of interesting things. But his had nothing of the sort. It was as old as Malfoy Manor, but Rob knew that his family's home held none of the tricks that the Malfoys' did. Rob had spent all summer searching for an adventure, but he'd found none.
"Rob!" His mother called, making her way around the corner. "Oh, where have you been? The Malfoys and the Bryants are coming over for dinner tonight! And I don't want you enchanted by the Bryant girl, I forbid you from dating!"
"Mum, I'm 11," Rob complained. "I don't want a bloody girlfriend!"
"Oh, just go get ready," his mother scolded. Anne Weasls was very overprotective of her only child. Rob looked nothing like either of his parents; both of them had black hair and green eyes, whereas he had red hair, freckles, and hazel eyes. Someone ha once told him he looked more like a Weasley than a Weasls, but he'd never met the Weasleys, so he couldn't be sure.
The doorbell rang as Rob was coming out of his room, wearing his new school robes with pride. Beezy, his family's house-elf, ushered the Malfoys and the Bryants inside, stumbling under the weight of the coats the adults threw at her. The Bryant children hung their coats up themselves.
"Ah, Master Rob!" Beezy squeaked. "Beezy is showing the guests in now, sirs and misses!" Rob fell into step between Scarlett and Beth Bryant.
"How was your summer?" He asked the girls politely.
"It was good," Scarlett replied. "Beth's starting at Hogwarts this year, with you and Draco."
"I'm going to see if I can smuggle a broom in," Draco interrupted. "I've been flying for years, and that rule about first years not playing is absolute rubbish."
"Hmmm," Scarlett muttered. She was the Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, Rob knew.
"Ah, Lucius!" Bobby Weasls boomed, making everyone jump. "Welcome, welcome! Everyone, please have a seat. Where is that blasted house-elf?"
"Coming, Master Bobby!" Beezy yelped, scurrying out from the kitchens with platters balanced on her skinny arms. There was silence for a few minutes as everyone dug in.
"So, Beth," Mr. Malfoy broke the silence. "Will you be in Slytherin?" Beth almost choked on her pot roast in her shock.
"I, er, I hope so, sir," she stammered out. "Excellent, excellent. And you, Rob?"
"I expect so, Mr. Malfoy," Rob replied. He had his doubts- he knew that adventurous people were often sorted into Gryffindor.
"Of course, I'll be in Slytherin," Draco put in. "There hasn't been a Malfoy who wasn't."
Out of the corner of his eye, Rob thought he saw Scarlett shoot him a disgusted look. He put it down to his imagination, though. She was the Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, after all. Surely that said something about her House spirit?
A/N: forgot to mention this earlier, but I'm looking for a beta reader. PM me if you're interested.