A/N: Wow! People actually like this story! Yay! XD Thank you for reading and reviewing! I love you guys! You all make my day with all your alerts and favorites and reviews! You're all amazing! Again…I am late. I'm really sorry but ideas took a while to come to me.
Disclaimer: I fail to own anything but my own characters. Harry Potter and all its components belong to J.K. Rowling though I do claim ownership of this idea.
Side Notes and Some Answers:
Alright. Congrats to those who got the guesses right and I'll admit that I didn't message some of you back because I was scatterbrained. My apologies. I have cookies as well! [[Holds out poppers and chocolate chip cookies.]] The two in the excerpt are, in fact, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott, although the Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy guess was interesting. I may just use that instead. The Vampire is Cedric Diggory since Ced would make a pretty cool vamp in my mind.
Yes. I ship Blaise/Theo. I may ship Chris/Fred or Chris/Cedric but I'm favoring the former of the two "Chris" pairings. And maybe Luna/George when she appears. Siri/Remy is something I hope to slide into the story but I am not very adept at multiple romances so I shall try. There may be hints of Percy/Oliver here and there too. For all you Harry/Ginny fans, I'm not going to because Chris is such a different character than Harry and having grown up with Ginny and the Weasleys, Chris might be more inclined into the over-protective brother position. Draco/Ginny may be an open option as are Neville/Ginny, Hermione/Draco, Hermione/Hayden and Hayden/Ginny. But I think I may do some Cedric/Neville, and for some reason I like that more than Neville/Ginny. ((I bet it's my inner shounen ai fangirl doing all of that.) Anyways, from now until I get to like the second year or something, the shippings except for Blaise, Theodore, Chris and Fred are all open for suggestion.
Oh and thank you for mentioning my errors in my previous chapters. I shall get around to fixing those when I can. I didn't notice them until my latest read through of the story. Another Note is that this will probably be one giant multi-chapter story spanning from Chris and Hayden's first year until well…until I say so. I will also warn any readers that I update really randomly. The inspiration comes and goes ya know?
Wow. That was one long Authors Note.
Chapter Three:
The office was oval in shape. Bookshelves lined the walls, molding right into the circular room and portraits of headmaster and headmistresses of years past hung on the walls. Glittering silver trinkets of varying uses sat on a polished wooden desk. Dark violet robes with bright stars dropped loosely to the man's elbows as he laced his fingers on his desk, resting his chin on his hands as he stared out at the house placement list in front of him. For the second time in his life, Albus Dumbledore was at a slight loss.
The aging professor sighed softly and stood, pacing quietly in the expanse of his room. Of the children he had expected as a Gryffindor, he hadn't expected Draco Malfoy to be placed into the house of red and golds; not with the boy's family history. Chris Potter's placement hadn't surprised him; the boy was increasingly fond of Severus. The wizard knew that there was more to the brother of the boy who lived than he knew and that was fine, although it unnerved him how much that boy knew sometimes.
His mind flickered to a chess match between the two once and remembered how they had suddenly came about to talking about his brother Aberforth and his deceased sister, Ariana. Dumbledore would later admit that he had never mentioned either sibling in front of his students, and least of all, Chris. The fact that Neville Longbottom later expressed his condolences on Ariana's death date unnerved him as well. He wrote Aberforth about it and he had responded with, "You think way too much Albus,"
A small ball of flames appeared in front of him and his familiar appeared, nipping gently at his fingers. Dumbledore smiled and said gently, "Hello Fawkes,"
The phoenix trilled softly and cocked its head to the side. The wizard just smiled again. "It is nothing my old friend. I was merely thinking on Draco Malfoy's placement," and the bird nipped his fingers again coupled with a look of, "Don't think too much," before flying off to its perch and making itself comfortable.
Dumbledore turned towards the stairs leading towards his room. A good night's sleep would do him well. The wizard was asleep before his head hit the soft pillow of his bed.
Draco was quiet as he silently claimed a bed in his dorm room. Around him, Hayden and Ron were talking excitedly with two of their dorm mates, a black boy named Dean and an Irish boy named Seamus. After a moment, Draco turned from his bed and dug through his trunk to get a change of clothes and his toothbrush. He had only straightened and blinked when he came face to face with Hayden. The boy grinned brightly and Draco blinked.
"Er…hello?" He asked blankly. Hayden grinned and dragged him by the arm towards the others. Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan looked apprehensive but said nothing as Ron engaged them into a very animated conversation involving lots of hand movements. Draco blinked again and tilted his head slightly. It took a moment before the topic sank into his brain. He scowled and Dean stiffened. "Oh Hell no! The Chudley Cannons are not the best team in the world! Puddlemore is so much better!"
"Oh yeah!?" Ron shot back. Hayden sighed and leaned onto his bedpost as he watched the Weasley Temper face off with Draco's collected thoughts. He grinned to himself. This was going to be a good year… or at least it was going to be until a furious shriek echoed from their doorway and all five boys turned simultaneously only to get five well aimed pillows in the face… from three girls.
"Shut up already! We're trying to sleep!" Lavender Brown snapped hotly, her blue eyes narrowed. The boys all gapped for a moment and the gathered crowd outside their room snorted and chuckled before Lavender flounced back towards the girl's side of the Gryffindor Tower, Hermione and Parvati Patil right behind.
"Were we that loud?"
When morning came, Chris groaned and swatted at a hand as he rolled over to bury his face into his pillow. Above him, Blaise, and Neville looked amused, the latter pulling his hand back. The three of them were rooming with two others, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle; both were snoring as they slept.
"Chris, wake up," Neville almost sang cheerily. His reaction was a glare from the pillow and Neville chuckled. "It's the first day. You don't want to be late."
"Go 'way," Chris mumbled and tugged his silver and green blanket over his face. Blaise, who was accustomed to waking early, found this very amusing.
"Does this always happen?" he asked Neville. The Longbottom grinned and pulled out his wand from his sleeve, the white wood glimmering in the candlelight. Blaise looked at it curiously then looked at the other. Neville smirked and pulled down the blanket.
"Augamenti," Neville muttered and a jet of water flew out, smacking Chris head on. He screeched girlishly and lurched out of bed, drawing his offensive wand with a flash from under his pillow. Chris stared for a moment and his emerald eyes landed on a bewildered Blaise and a hysterically laughing Neville. Two guess whom he went after and the first one doesn't count.
"Neville Alexander Longbottom!" Chris roared and in a flash, Neville sped out of the room, sleeping robes flying behind him. Chris was quick to follow and the sounds of crashing in the hall alerted Blaise that neither was being too careful. With a soft sigh, Blaise turned to his school trunk and dug out his school robes and toiletries before heading into the bathroom. If the other two had time to goof off, then they wouldn't mind cold water.
Blaise was amused as he walked from the Slytherin Dorms down towards the Great Hall for breakfast. Behind him with sopping wet hair, Neville and Chris both glared at him as they tried to warm up. The Italian boy laughed softly and he pushed open the doors to the hall, the trio walking in to an almost empty hall. A few teachers were at the high table, Flitwick, a woman with huge glasses that made her eyes bug out, Quirrell, and McGonagall to name a few. Other students were there, Ravenclaws pouring over their books even though term had just officially started, a few Slytherins and one or two Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs.
"That was low," Chris hissed as they sat down at the green and silver bannered table. His teeth chattered noticeably and an older Slytherin girl laughed softly, understanding what went on. Blaise just smiled.
"You were too busy ruining the dorms," Blaise pointed out. "It wasn't that cold."
"Oh shut up," Neville snapped. Blaise just shook his head and piled a light breakfast onto his plate. Blaise ate for a few minutes and turned to Chris, saying matter-of-factly, "Didn't you know a warming charm?"
Chris nodded fervently and drew his wand, quickly casting the spell over Neville and himself. It didn't escape Blaise's notice that the wand was white instead of the black Chris had pulled out earlier. Interesting.
"Do you mind?" the voice was quiet and Blaise smiled softly, scooting over slightly and replied, "Not at all," and Theodore smiled, sliding into the seat, a few textbooks clutched into him.
"Good morning!" A voice crowed cheerfully as the red head plopped into the seat to Chris's right. The boy rolled his eyes and lightly jabbed Fred's gut. The boy winced playfully and swatted Chris's naturally untidy hair, sending droplets of water everywhere. George laughed slightly and nodded to Theodore, Blaise and Neville as he sat down.
"That's an oxymoron," Chris said flatly. "There is no such thing as a good morning," he sniffed slightly and turned accusing eyes to Blaise. "Not this one anyway."
"No hot water," Neville clarified. "Blaise's fault."
"Was not!" Blaise answered, looking slightly affronted. "You and Chris were too busy destroying the common room to shower."
"Ah, the no hot water thing," Fred nodded in understanding. He grinned and ruffled Chris's hair again, messing it up further. "To bad little buddy."
"Fred!" Chris almost whined. The tall redhead just smirked softly and piled food onto a plate.
"Hey, someone's got an owl," George noted as the regal looking bird flew into the room. "A bit early isn't it?"
"Oh no," Neville moaned, spotting the bird. Chris looked at him with a pitying look while his friend tried to sink into the wooden bench. "That's her owl,"
"Whose owl?" Blaise asked curiously. Neville just moaned again as the owl swooped down towards him.
"My Godparents," he winced when a red envelope landed on his empty plate. He noticed the scrawl immediately and he winced again. "Definitely them,"
Chris let out a small smile at the mention of Neville's Godmother. Chris shook his head, smiled and watched the envelope begin to smoke. This will be a scene to remember.
"Snookums!" was how the Howler began. Neville winced as heads turned towards them, trying to spot out the unfamiliar voice. "Mummy is so proud that her little—Rodolphus gimme back the quill! Let go! Ow! Bella~ he's my godson too! As I was saying, we're so proud you got into Slytherin snookums! You will carry on my legacy right? Rabastan! Give me back the quill! And don't go telling our godson to be like you! He's going to be an Auror like his Daddies!"
"Someone shoot me," Neville moaned, resting his head on the table. George patted his head sympathetically.
"Bella's right Rab, Neville's not going to try to get the fastest detention ever! He's going to study hard and get into the Auror program like Frank and I! Rodolphus! The quill! **Sigh** we'll see you later Snookums. We'll be by sometime later this month okay darling? Au revoir Neville!" and then the howler burned into ashes on his plate. The hall burst into whispers and snickers while Neville groaned. This was going to be a bad day he just knew it.
"Why did you get a howler saying all that?" Theo asked shyly. Neville tilted his head slightly and looked at him. "Why didn't your er…godparents just write a regular letter?"
"Mama Bella doesn't like regular parchment. All her letters are either on Howler paper or on Whisper paper," Neville answered. "Dunno why but Chris and I just figured that she likes to embarrass me,"
"Boys, was that Bella's voice I heard screeching down the hallway?" the amusement was thick in the man's voice and Sirius looked at them. Neville nodded and motioned to the pile of red ashes on his plate. "Howler paper again?"
Strange. How life turned out. I'm sure I remembered that Bellatrix Lestrange tortured Frank and Alice Longbottom, my parents, into insanity. Now, in this time, she's not a death eater, isn't insane and her husband and brother-in-law aren't death eaters either. Sirius was never in Azkaban, James and Lily Potter aren't dead and the Lestranges became my godparents. I'm in Slytherin and Draco Malfoy's in Gryffindor. My best friends are a set of pranking twins and the brother to the boy who lived. What is Destiny trying to pull? Arg…my head hurts.
A/N: Okay, I know after like a half-year absence, this chapter isn't very good. This is the end of Chapter 3 and that snippet back in chapter 2 will most likely be in chapter 4 when I get things worked out and sorted through. My brain has been jumping me ahead by like 3 years into the triwizard tournament. Lets just say that by that time, it'll be somewhat of a shocker. Until Next time everyone.