by highsorcerer » Tuesday 15 June 2004 9:08:59am
This is Part One of Year One of the Maurader Generation. A young wizard (James Potter) is send to the Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. However, his talent for magic is mirrored by a former Hogwart's student rise in the dark arts of magic.
James Potter hardly looked back as the Hogwart's Express left the platform of 9 3/4s. For as long as he could remember, he'd looked forward to this day - the one where he'd be off to study witchcraft and wizardry at Hogwarts. The day was finally here, and packed with his new robes, school supplies, wand (Oak, Dragon Heartstring Core, 12 inches, inflexible), and Lud, his brown screech owl (a present from his parents upon his acceptance at Hogwarts), he felt prepared to face anything Hogwarts had to offer.
"What do you think they'll teach us first?" asked the short, chubby boy sitting across from him. The boy's name was Peter Pettigrew, and James had known his as long as he could recall. Both their parents lived in Godric's Hollow, and in such a small town, the sons of two wizards could hardly help but run in their small circle.
"I don't know," replied James. "However, before we learn anything, we get sorted into houses." This much he knew from his parents. They were a bit enigmic about Hogwarts and it's methods of teaching, but he knew about the four houses. "I'm more worried about getting into Gryffindor. Most of my family on both sides have been in it for generations. Of course, I could outsmart myself and get into Ravenclaw." Ravenclaw was known for students who prized intelligence above all else.
"Really?" came a strange voice. "Are you really that full of yourself? Scourgify!" Immediately James' mouth filled with soap and bubbles. James spit them out, and looked at the figure who had hexed him. It was a small, greasy-haired boy with black hair, no older than James. "Expellerarmis," shouted James, and the boy's wand flew from his hands and landed on the floor. "Petrificus Totalus," he cried, and the locked into a frozen position, then fell over. James tossed his wand into the corridor. Peter looked amazed. "When did you learn to do that?" he asked.
"Standard Book of Spells..." James started to reply, but then was cut off. "Chapter 32," completed another boy James had never seen before. The boy was good looking, with dark hair, and smile on his face. "Thanks for taking care of Snivilous for me," he continued.
"Is that his name?" asked James.
"Well, it's actually Severus Snape," replied the boy, "but I've always referred to him in my mind as Snivilous. My family has known his for ages. I'm Sirius Black." The boy offered his hand to shake.
"James Potter. Over there is Peter Pettigrew," James nodded to the boy.
"Mind if I sit here. Most places are full, except for that booth with Snivilious, and frankly, I'd rather share a compartment with a werewolf," Sirius said.
"Not at all," replied James. He was mostly watching the boy (who Sirius had called "Snivilous", who was really Severus Snape) slowly fight off the spell. James didn't know how long it would last, and thought the knowledge might come in handy someday. Snape slowly fought it off, and with a nasty look at the three boys in the compartment, headed off.
"James and I were discussing what houses we might be placed in," said Peter. "James was hoping for Gryffindor."
Sirius sighed. "No doubt, I'll be put in Slytherin. All of my family, for generations, have been put there." He sighed, then continued, "Slytherin House valued pure-blood, and there isn't any blood purer than Black. A cousin of mine married a squib, and they disowned him. Another cousin married a muggle, and she became a non-person. Burned off the family tapestry as if she never existed. I guess that's why my parents insisted on associating with people like the Malfoy's or the Snapes - old pure blooded families."
There was a moment of silence as the other two digested the information.
It was Peter Pettigrew that broke the silence. "Well, I've heard there are ways to kind of... manipulate the sorting..." He gave a long pause. "I kind of snuck into Knockturn Alley, and I came across this shop and wizard. He dropped his voice low "He said he could guarantee a particular sorting. All it took was a sip of a potion. It cost my whole allowance, but this stuff," he showed them a bright red and gold glowing liquid in a test tube "said it would put me into Gryffindor." He looked at the two others for signs of approval, then plunged into the next part "Bravery potion. Gives courage unmatched to the drinker. It was once crafted by Merlin for use of the Knights of the Round Table," his voice drifted off as he noted the expressions of disbelief in his compartment companions. "Well, it probably wuuldn't work, but don't you suppose it might?"
<to be continued ... if there is a demand for it>
HighSorcerer