Hello everybody! Man am I on a roll, I just got plot bunnies attacking my brain like, all the fucking time right now, hopefully for all of you, I don't run out of steam anytime soon! Because that would suck, because I've not gotten a negative review yet! Don't wanna disappoint all of you kind reviewers and those who put me on alerts. (I think I'm rambling now… oh well.)
Reviewers: Panther- No real Dumbledore bashing is planned as of now, but maybe later as in cannon Dumbledore had this mean habit of hiding information, and since Dumbledore has no real reason to change as dramatically as Jason/Harry has, he may be very similar. TeagXcore- thanks for the nice words!
This chapter: Jason gets on the train and makes some friends as well. Warning! Beware of Flying Toads!
"The Chronicles of Fayt"
Orestes
Jason Black's POV
Platform 9 3/4, London
September 1st, 1991
He weaved through the crowd as best as he could with a trunk weighing him down. Finally he and James managed to get to the train and climb aboard. He was glad they got on too, he was feeling pretty down when he'd seen all the parents seeing there kids off, it just reinforced the fact that a) his parents were dead, and b) nobody wanted to adopt him. Of course, he didn't mind living at the orphanage with Joey and James. Speaking of Joey, it'd sucked that he'd had to leave; Joey seemed pretty put-out that both he and James had left him out of the loop and at St. Mary's by lonesome.
He jumped as the five minuet warning whistle sounded. James walked farther along the train and he followed, only stopping when James did to look in the windows of the numerous compartments. Eventually James went in one and motioned for him to follow. "Some of my friends want to meet you. I think some of the girls I hang out with are still in love with the little five year old Jason that wrote letters to me." He explained. Going inside the compartment there were about seven teens lounging in the compartment as they talked and joked with one another. "Hey guys!" He said as he walked in and sat next to (or on, same difference) the nearest girl. "Meet the lil fucker named Jason standing over there."
As soon as he said that all eyes in the compartment slid over to him. "Is James serious about you being a metamorphagus?" One girl with long brown hair asked. He decided showing off was better than just confirming it. Closing his eyes he concentrated for a second then opened them again, revealing bright purple eyes where his bright blue had been mere seconds before.
"Dude, that is wicked." One boy with spiked blond hair said, openly gaping. He then closed his eyes and morphed back to blue eyes again. "Can you do anything else?" He asked, obviously more than slightly jealous.
"Yeah, change something else." Somebody else asked. Before he could respond and tell them to shove something up there asses, James intervened and called off his friends.
"Hey, leave the ickle firstie here alone." He said, getting up putting an arm around his shoulders. "Just because the idiot can change his appearance, it doesn't mean that he's any better than the other lil firsties on the train." He said laughing at the indignant look on his face. "That's why I'm kicking you out! So shoo, go find some other firsties and go make some friends before the sorting ceremony." James said, pushing him out the sliding door and into the train hallway.
"Hey!" He yelped as his brother threw him out as his friends laughed.
"I mean it bro, go find some first years. Go make friends, that's the whole point of the train ride, meet up with old friends and catch up, make new friends here. So go, firsties all have the same crest as you and there short, you can leave your trunk here since it's heavy." And with that his brother was gone into the compartment again, leaving him to 'Go find some first years.'
Walking down the train he looked into windows, only finding people with house crests, second years and above. After walking down most of the train he found one empty compartment but resisted the urge to go in there and sit down, because as much as he wanted to, James was right, he should find somebody to talk to. Eventually he fund one with a boy in it and opened the door. "Hey." He said as he walked in. "D'you mind if I sit here?" The other boy looked up and motioned for him to come in and sit. "Jason Black." He said as he stuck his hand out.
"Neville Longbottom." The blond boy said, shaking his hand. "What house do you think you'll get into?" He asked, looking nervous.
"Well, my brother is in Ravenclaw, so I think I want to get in there." He said to Neville. "What about you?
"My mom and dad were both in Gryffindor, so Grandmother wants me to go there. Personally, I want to go to Ravenclaw, I prefer reading to going out and being all brave and what not. I don't really want to be an auror like Grandmother wants me to be, I really just want to study herbology." Neville admitted, looking rather nervous to be going against what his Grandmother said
"Hmm, James, my brother, he's a sixth year and says the greenhouses are huge at Hogwarts, and the teacher, Sprout, she really knows what she's talking about." He told Neville, and the boy seemed to perk up at that. They continued to talk after that and Neville got a lot less nervous as he told him about his life with his grandmother and how everyone thought he was a squib for the longest time. He told Neville about life at the orphanage and Neville seemed shocked that he grew up a muggle because he knew a lot about the wizarding world, and because his last name was the last name of one of the oldest pureblood wizarding families left. When they had been talking for an hour a girl with bushy hair came in and asked to join them, and they both let her join in the conversation. It was pretty funny though, she seemed more nervous than Neville had been. Her name was Hermione and she kept pulling out her books to check random facts about absolutely nothing because she kept freaking out that they were going to send her away. She also insisted that purebloods have some advantage over muggleborns because they grew up in a wizarding environment. She was being weird and nervous but eventually calmed down after he took her book, put it in her trunk and told her exactly what they did for a sorting ceremony and that she was worrying over nothing. After that she turned out to be a rather nice, if slightly obsessive, girl who was extremely intelligent. However, half-way through the train ride, tragedy struck, Trevor the Toad escaped from there compartment.
"Oh man, Grandmother is going to kill me for loosing Trevor!" Neville moaned as the walked down the hall.
"Wait, I have an idea Neville!" He said as the Walked toward the front of the train. "Isn't there a spell that summons stuff?" He asked the blond, and Neville shook his head yes, and at that he stopped looking and ran down to his brothers compartment and stuck his head in. "Hey James, can you do something for me?"
"What?" James asked looking surprised to see him.
"Summon Neville's toad Trevor." He told his big brother who grinned.
"If I summon Trevor, there's no telling how many people will get smacked by the flying toad, it could cause disaster, mayhem, people will be shocked and firsties scarred for life by the sight of killer flying toads on the Hogwarts Express, they'll never want to get on the train again!" He said dramatically as his friends laughed at his description of what a flying toad could do to a person's psyche.
"So you'll do it?" He asked.
"OF COURSE! How many chances will I ever get to make a toad fly?" He asked grinning from ear to ear. "ACCIO TREVOR THE TOAD!" He said loudly and then the screams started as soon as the spell was said and the screams slowly got closer and closer and then they could hear words now. Something about stupid idiots summoning toads as well as demon toads, flying toads, gross toads, possessed toads, and "EWW!!!!!!! THE TOAD HIT ME IN THE FACE!!!!" Just then the offending toad, Trevor flew in though the open door and landed softly in James's hand, looking a bit worse for wear. "There you go!" He said grinning as he put it in Neville's out stretched hands. "If you loose him again, well, that was funny as hell and I'll gladly do that again!" James said brightly as he ushered them out the door. "Might want to hide Trevor, The Amazing Flying Toad, oh and Jason, you'll need this." He said handing him his trunk, "It's got your school robes and clothes in it. Have your friends help you carry it back to your compartment." With that James grinned again and closed the door behind them.
"Your brother is really weird."
James Thompson's POV
Hogwarts Express, Somewhere near Scotland
September 1st, 1991
He flopped down in his compartment and grinned at his friends. "How much you wanna bet I don't get in trouble for making toads fly around and smack people in the face?" He asked. His friends only groaned in response, they all knew Flitwick loved him and Dumbledore would laugh at his antics, there was no way in hell he would see any repercussions for his stupidity.
Jason Black's POV
Hogsmeade Station, Scotland
September 1st, 1991
Jason stumbled as the train ground to a screeching halt at the station where the sky was dumping buckets of rain. All three of them pulled there cloaks tighter in preparation for the cold and stepped into the packed hall of the Hogwarts Express where everybody was waiting to get off the train and into the rain. When they got off the train they almost slipped in the mud that covered the ground. A booming voice barely could above the noise of the rain, yelling kids and the mewling and screeching of disgruntled pets.
"FRIS' YEARS! FIRS' YEARS OVER 'ERE!" A man called and they hunkered down under there cloaks and walked over to the man who looked more like a giant than anything else. His mind wandered back to the trip to Diagon Alley. "Only giants and trolls eat babies…" James' voice said in his mind.
"Oh shit." He mumbled under his breath. "I'm going to die here, I'm too young to die, I'm too good looking to die, I'm too cocky to die, oh god I don't wanna die." He kept mumbling under his breath as the huge man with hands bigger than his head lead them through the wooded area down to a shore of a huge lake. They then walked along the shore and he stumbled on mossy and wet rocks and the mud to a dock that had a small fleet if row boats tried to the posts of the dock by… nothing. The boats seemed to be tied by invisible ropes… that was really freaky and weird.
"No more n' four teh a boat." The baby killer, and maybe a Jason killer, said. The three of them crawled into a boat and sat on the wet benches. A boy then complained about the boats.
"These boats are wet! I'm not sitting on a wet bench!" A boy with almost white hair said as he saw how they were getting to the school.
"Well, your wet too so don' complain 'bout 'ow the boats are wet because even if they were dry they'd get wet anyway." The baby muncher said to the blonde ponce who was bitching about the boats.
"My father will hear about this poor treatment you great brute." The blonde ponce said the baby nibbler as the man walked to his own boat. Baby Eater didn't respond to Blonde Ponce's threat.
As soon as Baby Eater got in his own row boat he asked if everyone was in a boat and when nobody said anything the boats started to move forward, gliding over the inky black waters of the lake. About halfway across the lake a huge, THING surfaced and started splashing them.
"IT'S THE GIANT SQUID!" He almost yelled. "James said that the lake had a huge squid but I thought he was kidding about that! He said if you go swimming here it will save you if you drown 'cause some kid that graduated almost drowned and the squid saved his life, you can also feed it, it eats almost anything." He told Hermione and Neville as the squid continued to play with them, splashing everybody, not that it made a difference; they were soaked to the bone anyway. When the squid got close it splashed them, so he did what any smart person would do. He splashed the Giant Squid right back. This act started Hogwarts first splash war with the Giant Squid as the squid splashed right back, nearly knocking the boat over with the force. This got Hermione and Neville splashing not only him, but each other and the squid too. The battle lasted all the way to Hogwarts, and had a brief lull as they stopped to stare in awe at the castle, rising seven stories tall with turrets that scraped the sky itself, it was lit up, causing every student, including Blonde Ponce, to gasp and point. The magical-ness of the castle was ruined by the Giant Squid however; because the squid thought this would be a great time to nearly capsize there boat.
The war continued to rage on until the water got too shallow for the squid to follow. In farewell the squid raised one giant tentacle and made a waving motion, he raised his own hand and waved goodbye as well, stunned that a squid could know how to wave.
Turning to Hermione and Neville he grinned, "That was fun; we should do it again sometime!" He said enthusiastically.
Hermione looked at him like he was crazy. "I changed my mind; you and your brother are weird."
Jason looked around the cave they were in slight shock and disdain, "This is it?"
"Head up those stairs teh get teh the Entrance Hall where the Deputy Headmistress will meet you all teh take yeh teh the Great Hall to get all you sorted into your houses." Baby Eater said while pushing them to the indicated stairwell. After five minuets of walking they got to the indicated hall and waited. After talking to Hermione and Neville for a few minuets they laughed at the stupid ideas for what the Sorting would be. "My brothers said we wrestle a troll!" "We have to fight each other with magic!" "What if I'm a squib?" "We have to take a test to see if we are smart enough." The theories continued on and on while he laughed.
"Most of those are dumb, the troll and fighting ones are just stupid, somebody would get killed doing those." He said to Nev and 'Mione who agreed with him.
All around people started screaming as ghosts flew though the walls. Hearing the screams the ghosts slowed and looked at them and pointed as people screeched at the floating grey dead people. "IT'S NEARLY HEADLESS NICK!" A red-headed boy yelled at one with a ridiculous ruffled collar.
"I prefer Sir Nicolas actually." The offended ghost told the boy.
"Excuse me, but how can you be nearly headless?" Hermione asked.
"Easy!" He told her. "You aren't headless and your head isn't attached! You're only mostly headless." He said cheekily.
"He's right, I'm only mostly headless, the executioner wasn't very good at his job." Sir Nicolas told them. "Want to see." And without waiting for there reply he pulled his head revealing that he was only, well, mostly headless. A bit of skin held his head on to his stump of a neck, it was bloody wicked in his opinion, but it would be cooler if he could toss his head around… "Too bad you can't throw your head around, that'd be even cooler than what you can do." He told Nick.
"Ah, yes, if I could do that I could join the Headless Hunt, but alas I cannot, they reject my requests every time I ask to join." Nick said sadly and he nodded in sympathy, joining a group of headless people sounded like fun… he wondered if they played volleyball with there heads… that would be cool if they did. Maybe they could see still…
By the time he'd stopped thinking about headless volleyball Nick had left and a stern-looking woman with her hair in a tight bun had walked in. It was the same woman who had given James his first letter and explained about magic as well. "My name is Professor McGonagall and I am the Deputy Headmistress here at Hogwarts as well as the transfiguration teacher. I expect you all to be on your best behavior while here at Hogwarts. Your triumphs will earn you points, while your failures will loose them for your House. Inside this hall you will be Sorted into your House, they will be your family here, you will sleep, eat and go to class with them, but before you all go in, here." She waved her hand and dried them all off, but it was cool, his Mohawk was spiked up again, looking around everyone else's hair was done to how it was originally too. That was a nice touch to the drying spell.
"Follow me." With that she turned and walked towards the door and they opened up into the Great Hall, and there destinies… or there future Houses, same thing really…
A/N- Sorry, couldn't resist the last line, it popped into my head and I rolled with it. Well, as usual, feel free to review, they make me happy and write more… so if you want a chapter tomorrow… you know the drill, tell me how awesome-ly amazing I am, my ego grows, I feel the need to thank all my wonderful reviewers with a new chapter, that sort of thing. BTW, this chapters longer than the last, maybe I'm getting better at this… Hmm.