Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Resurrection of the Darkness ❯ Getting to Hogwarts ( Chapter 1 )

Hi everyone Whitetiger1589 here. This story is kind of an RPG that some friends and I are playing and I decided to post it here for others to enjoy.

So there are about 6 people writing this so it might not make much sense at times but please bear with me. If there is anyway you think I can make it make better sense to you please leave a comment or email me. Hopefully we will keep this going and I will be able to post often. Now on with the story.

 

Chapter 1

 

It has been 50 years since the epic battle between Voldemort and Harry Potter. And there has been nothing put peace in the world of muggles and magic. School life at Hogwarts, went on normally, new teachers coming as other retired. Student came and graduated, and lived on their lives. Few talked about the past, but most did not, in fear that it would spark ideas for a new generation of Death Eaters, with a new Master, who wants the magic world to be strictly pure bloods. However little did the wizardry world know, that action was already set in motion...

A New school year at Hogwarts was once again starting up, upperclassmen returning to the normal life of learning magic. While on the train most first years were nervous, chatting about what house they would be, what classes and teachers to dread (based on experience from older siblings).

Finally the train arrived at Hogsmeade, and the students stepped out. Several teachers were waiting for the first years to give them directions.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Triela

"Wow this school is amazing" Triela thought looking at the castle in disbelief. "Too bad my parents did not go to school here." She notices professors trying to get the freshman all round up, so she headed over to where they were and stood, wondering what was going to happen. "Let's see I know there are four houses, Gryffindor for the courageous, daring, and chivalrous; Hufflepuff is hard working, loyalty, tolerant; Ravenclaw is intelligent, creative, witty; then finally Slytherin is ambition, cunning, resourcefulness. Slytherin is where I want to be. I know in that house, I will be surrounded my the most power hungry wizards, and being there will be good competition to make sure that I will be a powerful wizard."

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Soran

 

Soran kept a fairly apathetic expression on his face as the train finally came to a halt. He was returning to Hogwarts for his fifth year this year, indicating that he'd have to study a little harder to prepare for his O.W.L.s. Stepping off the train, he had to push past first and second years so as to not accidentally be mistaken for one because of his stature and wind up on a boat.

Luckily enough, he chose to sit in a compartment near the end of the train, and had a small crowd to push past. He shuffled off to the horseless carriages (he knew that it was actually thestrals that pulled them, although he couldn't see them) and clambered in, anticipating the feast ahead of him, after all the first years were sorted.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Lial

 

Lial sighed, drinking more pumpkin juice; the chaos of the first day back of school was about to ensue. Lial moaned for some strange reason the Headmaster decreed that Lial meet the incoming First years and lead them to the Sorting Hat.
She pulled on her deep shade of blue robes, flashing the Gryffindor emblem emblazoned on her right chest in golden embroidery along the sides. She made sure her wand was safely tucked away, but ready in case something happened. Lial escorted herself to the foyer stairs where she was to meet the incoming first years.

"Peeves!" Lial roared, "Don't you dare pull any pranks tonight! Or I'll call the Bloody Baron!"

Lial saw out of the corner of her eye, Peeves soar through the ceiling making some rude gestures.

You'll get yours one day ghost.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Aminta

 

Aminta shook her head as Peeves went flying by. It had taken a while, but she'd grown used to the specter's antics.
Replacing the final components of her yearly ritual, a plea to Diana for protection, Aminta wondered why the Headmaster had given Lial the task of dealing with the first years; the woman clearly didn't want to do it.

Shrugging into her robes, Aminta mused that perhaps Lial would want some help. Or maybe Tarant would be available for another verbal spat.

Grinning, Aminta skipped off.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Daemon

 

Daemon slowly stood as the train came to a complete start at the Hogwarts grounds. He had been walking the compartments the entire trip listening for any news or possible profit for himself. Unfortunately the majority of the trip was listening to nervous first years and stupid older students.

 

The trip was a waste and he would have preferred to simply walk from Hogsmeade. His father though had wanted him to arrive by train in order to experience the same thing all his classmates did. He merely went along with it thinking he could do a bit of analysis of his fellow first years. It revealed nothing of value however.

 

He was rather irritated when one of the older students bumped into him and refused to apologize. He didn't say anything though. It was not worth hurting possible profits.

As he stepped off the train he noticed the Professors hurriedly herding freshman. He walked over to one of the groups. He ignored the blissfully ignorant girl who was talking aloud to herself and simply waited. Soon enough he saw a woman in the blue hurry over to them looking rather annoyed. He recognized her from his father's description as the current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor as well as the current Head of Gryffindor. He would have to make sure not to irritate this one he could tell she could possibly cause him trouble if he got on her bad side.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Tarant

Tarant sighed loudly. The Care of Magical Creatures professor looked at him sternly. He ignored the gaze and stood up. He bowed once and quickly left the hall ignoring the questioning glances from the other professors.

Anyone who knew him would realize that he was becoming anxious because his son was becoming a student of Hogwarts that year. The fact that he rarely saw his son was another reason for his anxiety. He was lost in thought about the many possible reactions his son would have towards him that he did not see the figure that crashed into him.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Triela

 

Triela finally looked at the professor who was in charge of rounding up the students and noticed the Gryffindor emblem on the robes and rolled her eyes. She was hoping to meet the head of the Slytherin house; she could care less about Gryffindor's.

Triela remembered why she hated the other houses so much, because not everyone was pureblooded. Slytherin was dominantly purebloods. Triela's family was very much for equality between purebloods, half-bloods, and the muggle-born wizards, as many were now of days. Triela on the other hand, only wanted to associate with pureblooded wizards. Anything else was too low for her.

She noticed a boy out of the corner of her eye; she remembered that he was walking up and down the compartments of train the entire trip. She thought that he might have been a perfect, but realized that he's a first year like her and smiled to herself. She then turned her attention back to the professor, waiting, wanting only to hear the sorting hat she heard so much about proclaim her as a Slytherin.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Aminta

 

Aminta yelped and, backing away, looked up. Her eyes brightened when she noticed it was Tarant, but quickly dimmed when she caught his expression.

"Somebody's an unhappy bunny," she noted.

Unable to resist teasing the man, she added, "Didn't figure you for the nervous type."

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Soran

 

Soran took a seat at one of the far tables in the Great Hall: the Ravenclaw table. He began to play with his hair in boredom as he waited for the first-years to pile in and be sorted.

'There better not be too many of them this year,' he thought to himself, 'I may just fall asleep if the Sorting takes too long...'

Soran didn't bother talk with his peers around him, as he wasn't particularly social. He preferred to keep to himself, though doing so in a crowded table was difficult nonetheless.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Lial

 

Lial caught out of the corner of her eye a cocky little first year with her nose held up high.

'Slytherin wanna be?' Lial mused, shrugging she worried about the two hundred other small children. "First years to the boats! First years to the boats!" Lial order, allowing the other students to scramble into the carriages pulled by thestrals.

"Come on now!" Lial said a hint of a Russian accent on her voice, "Don't just stand there gawking! To the boats!"

'The Headmaster is going to find something unpleasant in his bed tonight.' Lial vowed.

"Come on now First years this way!" she cried out again, hoping she had at least gotten half of the groups attention. Lial led them to the boats, which would take them up to Hogwarts. Leaving them in the hands of the gamekeeper, she watched as the first years scrambled into the boats all looking rather excited.

'Mamma Mia...' Lial cursed, she turned to go back the way she had came so she could meet the first years at the grand entrance and explain the sorting to them.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Triela

 

Triela got onto the boat as the professor instructed, making sure her robes were perfect before sitting down. The boat started heading for the monstrous castle. She lightly let her fingers on her right hand touch the water, and felt how icy cold it was, "nice and cold, like the world." Triela said to herself, hopefully quiet enough so none of the other students on the boat heard her. She put her hand back in her lap then, staring at the castle, almost glaring at it, with a crooked smile.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Burdge

Professor Burdge was in the astronomy tower still staring at the stars, seeing what they told him tonight. He did not care that much about the feast and seeing all the new first years, but he knew he had to attend.

 

"Well I must be off then, how I dread this every year." He slid his black robes back on with silver lining and green stitching; and marched towards the great hall. He noticed Professor Velen crash into Professor Blom, and snickered to himself for a moment. Finally, he sat down in his chair where other professors were waiting for the sorting to start.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Daemon

 

Daemon stared at the professor in amusement. He could tell she did not want to be there. When she first spoke she immediately detected a hint of Russian in her accent.

Interesting. Father failed to mention this in his letters.

He remained silent and followed the instructions of the Professor without question. He barely heard the girl from before speak aloud again but dismissed it.

 

Is she right in the head? Might as well see if I can find out a bit more about my fellow first years.

He ignored the girl and turned his attention to two of the other students. One was a boy and the other was a girl. They looked like they were related. They were talking excitedly no doubt about what the actual sorting would be like. He had heard all the rumors but his father had let slip that it was nothing but a hat that chose the House one would be in. He was rather disappointed upon hearing this. The twins behind him were talking about how they were supposed to fight a troll.

Idiots. No doubt will be placed in Gryffindor. Probably Potter fans as well. Note to self: Can probably benefit from their stupidity.

He was startled out of his thoughts by an exclamation from one of the people on the boat. He thought it probably came from one of the twins. He looked towards the girl and saw a crooked smile appear on her face while looking at the castle. He turned to look at the castle himself. He had heard the stories about it but it really was more interesting when actually there.

Daemon turned to the twin that had made the exclamation.

"Sure the outside is nice and all but it's the inside that matters. Any witch or wizard could simply make an illusion of grandeur. Don't be fooled by only what your eyes see". With that said he stepped off the boat. By that time they had reached the other side and were at the entrance to the castle.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Tarant

Tarant looked down to see what he had crashed into. The light green eyes of Aminta Blom looked back at him. He took a step back somewhat startled glaring all the while.

"Somebody's an unhappy bunny," she noted.

Unable to resist teasing the man, she added, "Didn't figure you for the nervous type."

"Yes well we all have our little worries. Even I am human. My son is arriving today and I rarely see him. Hopefully he will become a Slytherin so I can see him more. Please try to be serious for once." He didn't give her time to respond before he continued with a slight smirk, "On that note exactly what part of me looks like a bunny? If anything you would be the "bunny" what with all your skipping and hopping all over the place."

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Aminta

 

Aminta laughed. "Serious?" she questioned. Then, deepening her voice to mock Tarant's own pitch, she added, "Everyone's far too serious here."

Nudging him, still smiling, she said softly, "Don't worry about your son. He'll be fine. And you're the Potions Master; you're bound to see him. You're twitchy as a rabbit right now. Go drink some tea, or something."

Skipping off again, she threw over her shoulder, "And I prefer to think of myself as a deer. Much more graceful, don't you think?"

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Triela

 

Triela overheard the boy talking to the two twins.

"Sure the outside is nice and all but it's the inside that matters. Any witch or wizard could simply make an illusion of grandeur. Don't be fooled by only what your eyes see".

She thought to herself out loud again "But couldn't they also make an illusion of Grandeur on the inside too. So grand that not even the most powerful wizard could tell the difference between spell and reality. It shouldn't be that hard if you know the proper spells. But whatever."

She jumped off the boat, once again straitening her robes, wanting it to look perfect, not a single crease in sight. She looked at the door and took a deep breath and exhaled. What she's been waiting for since she was a little girl was finally becoming a reality.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Burdge

Burdge "accidentally" overheard the conversation between Professor Velen and Professor Blom. He thought he would add his two cents in.

"Aminta you make a lovely deer." he lightly yelled with a laugh at the end.

"So when in the hell will these 'darling' first years get here to be sorted? There is a meteor shower tonight that I simply don't want to miss?"

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Aminta

 

Spinning around and dropping into a deep curtsy, Aminta spoke gravely to Professor Burdge, "I thank you, kind sir." Unable to hold the illusion any longer, she laughed.

Gaining control of herself again she began shooing her fellow professors towards their places in the Great Hall. "I think I hear the little rapscallions coming. Places everyone! Frightening faces at the ready! No smiles allowed!"

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Lial

 

Lial waited for the first years, putting a stern face, her eye's insinuating, 'Do one thing to screw up and you will pay for it.'

 

She watched with slight amusement as some of the children looked absolutely awestruck at the castle, while others tried their hardest not to look impressed. They all clambered up the stairs in one huge tight knit group afraid to get separated.

"It's like they think they'll get jumped by something....' Lial thought, Lial waited till all the first years were standing one row bellow her waiting in silent anticipation.

"Welcome to Hogwarts!" Lial proclaimed loudly, "There are four houses within Hogwarts. Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. I am the Head of Gryffindor, so some of you may get to know me more then others here. Possibly more of you will get to know me through detentions that are assigned." Lial stopped for a moment to let that sink in, "in a moment the sorting will begin. So hush up and follow me."

Lial turned sharply on her heel her royal blue robes billowing out behind her. The giant oak doors opening before her into the grand room, where the rest of the school awaited the first years.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Soran

 

Soran lifted his head as the great doors opened, revealing Professor Lial stepping in with a line of first years behind her.
'Its about time they came in, now its just a matter of time...' he thought to himself. He fingered the corner of the table absently, impatiently waiting for the feast to begin when the last newcomer was sorted.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Arkanaeh

He barely made it in time before the first years came in, it would've been embarrassing for a teacher to arrive late, after all. Arkanaeh brushed imaginary dust off of his robes, settling himself into his chair at the front of the Great Hall.

He smiled, 'Such happy new faces this year!' he thought to himself. He glanced at his fellow professors around him, 'I certainly hope they remember to go easy on the little ones in their classes.'

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Triela

 

Triela looked around the hall for a brief moment seeing the people in the paintings move about, and the giant stair case, everyone started moving closer together, so Triela, bumped a few of them to have some space. She could care less about them, everyone was competition.

Finally, the professor spoke, "Welcome to Hogwarts! There are four houses within Hogwarts. Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. I am the Head of Gryffindor, so some of you may get to know me more then others here. Possibly more of you will get to know me through detentions that are assigned."

Triela finally gave a genuine smile when Slytherin was said. She kept saying to herself "get in Slytherin, get in Slytherin, get in Slytherin," until they entered the great hall.

She noticed all the Professors first sitting in a row at great table, trying to figure out which was the head of Slytherin, she wanted to make sure she was really close to whoever it was. Then she noticed the tables, where the houses were split up. She glared at the other houses until she came to the Slytherin table. She sent a sinister smile their way looking at them the entire time until they all stopped in front of the table of Professors and an old hat.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Burdge

Burdge was looking at the first years, one by one, seeing if any of them particularly stood out to him. None of them did though, as usual. He also finally noticed that Arkanaeh was at the table, meaning that all the Professors, and the Headmaster were here waiting for the sorting to go underway, and finally enjoy a delicious meal. Then, as soon as the meal was over, he could head back to the Astronomy tower, looking at stars, planets and the meteors that never fail to disappoint him.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Lial

 

Lial waited until the first years were situated, just below the stairs of the dinning hall, facing all the teachers, and the Headmaster. The sorting Hat sitting upon its stool, looking more worn and torn then it usually did.

Lial gently brushed some dust of the depressed looking hat. And then to the first years surprise, and shocked expressions became erect and a mouth opened up on the brim of the hat.

Oh you may not think me pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!

And thus the sorting had begun, Lial called out all the names of the first years. When she was done, she situated herself on the left hand side of the Headmaster.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Neville

 

Neville Longbottom gazed around fondly at the students of Hogwarts, also beaming kindly at those who were new arrivals to this magnificent place. He stood up, nearly six feet though as he got older, he found himself to be shrinking vertically in the midst of such growing youth. The elder students harshly hushed the new arrivals as the much beloved Headmaster had risen from his chair, his hands spread open wide in a silent gesture of welcome.

Neville chuckled to himself, when once he too had sat at Gryffindor table eagerly awaiting the feast to begin. So he did not keep the students waiting.

"Let the feast begin!" Neville said clapping his hands, he chuckled again as the first years let out gasps of surprise at the sudden appearance of such a sumptuous feast.

"You did very well, Professor Lial." Neville said kindly

Lial snorted in response.

 

AN: Hoped you all liked the story so far. I will post the second chapter either tonight or tomorrow. Please comment so I can get you what you want for this story. If you need more info on the characters let me know and I'll post it also.

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