Year One: Ties of Destiny
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,149
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter . I make no money from this story.
Chapter Two
Chapter Two
Ron Weasley The Borrow
August 25th
Age, 11
"Mom, the owls came today. Looks like 'He' has a letter," says Percy, walking into the kitchen and over to his mother.
"What! I thought he was a squib, he has never shown us any magical abilities before." She grabs the letter from her son.
"Are you going to tell him and send him there, or are you going to let him live here?"
"We have to send him, if one of the Weasley children didn't show up; people would begin to ask questions. We can't have that."
"But he will be a disgrace on the family name anyway mother; he will never be able to get passing grades."
"Very true, but we can't chance Dumbledore coming here. Boy, get down here now!"
The red headed boy makes his way into the kitchen. He is now a bit taller and a bit skinner. His eyes are cold, seeming to no longer care about life, having become immune to his mother's insults.
"You called," he says, in a bored tone.
"Don't speak to mother in such a tone!" snaps Percy, hitting his little brother upside the head.
Ignoring the interaction between the two, the plump woman speaks, "You got your letter from Hogwarts today. I am letting you go. I am not going to spend any money on you, so you will have to take your brothers' old things, or figure out a way to get the items yourself. Now, get out of my sight!"
The boy turns and leaves the room, going back to his room. The entire way his stomach is fluttering. He cannot believe that he is going away to Hogwarts—finally able to escape the clutches of his mother.
Hermione Granger
The Park
August 25th
Age, 11
The girl with the brown frizzy hair sits by herself in a park; this is one of the only times she is able to leave her house, since her dad is out cold and her mother could care less what happens to her. She has a book in her hands, having long ago taught herself to read.
As she reads, her mind daydreams of far off places away from her parents, where they could never touch her again. She knew that something like this would never happen, but one day she would escape for real and never look back.
Just as this thought leaves her mind, a brown barn owl lands on the grass in front of her, a letter in its beck. The girl slowly puts down her book. She cannot believe her eyes. She had read about owls, but she had never seen a real one. What was it doing here during the daytime? Unsure of what to do the girl pulls down the sleeve of her jacket, making sure to cover all of her skin, before holding it out in front of her. With wide eyes, she watches as the owl flies up onto her arm, then moves onto her shoulder. Shakily she takes the letter, breaking the scarlet wax seal.
Dear Miss Granger,
We are proud to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The train at King Cross station will be leaving at 11o'clock sharp morning of September, 1st. On the next sheet you find a list of the things you will need for your year at Hogwarts.
Since you are a muggle born, a Professor, from our beloved school, will come to pick you up on August 27th to take you to buy you your supplies.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry
She stares at the letter she cannot believe this. Is it some type of cruel joke? August 27th, that was two days from now. What if it was not a sick joke and someone did come, what if they saw the way she lived? Maybe they would take her away forever and she would never have to see her parents again.
The girl's lips move into a small, almost unnoticeable smile. Hoping beyond a dream, that this is real, that magic is real.
Draco Malfoy
Outside the Malfoy Manor
August 30th
Age, 11
A boy sits on a broomstick, floating only a few feet above the ground. He stares at the setting sun. The bloody images of the night before flash through his mind; making him grip the broomstick tighter.
With a pop a house elf appears before him, shaking in its tea cozy. "Young Master, Master wishes that Bobo inform Young Master that Young Master's things are packed and ready for school. Master also wants Bobo to inform Young Master, that if Young Master does not get into the great house of Slytherin, Young Master will receive great punishment."
The young boy growls, "He couldn't have the common courtesy to tell me himself!"
The elf jumps back in fear, making himself bow down low to the grassy ground. "Bobo is sorry Young Master! Bobo did not mean to anger Young Master! Bobo was only following Master's orders. Bobo will go punish himself now."
"Do whatever you want, just get out of my bloody sight!"
Over the past two years, the boy and his father grew even more distant; his father now to ashamed and afraid to talk to his son.
"Pitiful bastard," says the boy, before taking off at lightning speed towards a forest; where his nightly nightmares would unfold again.
Neville LongBottom
LongBottom house
September 1st
Age: 11
"Neville! It's time to leave; I don't want you missing the train. Imagine what people would think of us!"
The brown haired boy stood in front of a wall length mirror. His hair was longer now; his long bangs covering one side of his face. He smirks at his reflection. "Coming Grandmother!" He then makes his way out the door. On his way to his first year of Hogwarts.
Ron Weasley The Borrow
August 25th
Age, 11
"Mom, the owls came today. Looks like 'He' has a letter," says Percy, walking into the kitchen and over to his mother.
"What! I thought he was a squib, he has never shown us any magical abilities before." She grabs the letter from her son.
"Are you going to tell him and send him there, or are you going to let him live here?"
"We have to send him, if one of the Weasley children didn't show up; people would begin to ask questions. We can't have that."
"But he will be a disgrace on the family name anyway mother; he will never be able to get passing grades."
"Very true, but we can't chance Dumbledore coming here. Boy, get down here now!"
The red headed boy makes his way into the kitchen. He is now a bit taller and a bit skinner. His eyes are cold, seeming to no longer care about life, having become immune to his mother's insults.
"You called," he says, in a bored tone.
"Don't speak to mother in such a tone!" snaps Percy, hitting his little brother upside the head.
Ignoring the interaction between the two, the plump woman speaks, "You got your letter from Hogwarts today. I am letting you go. I am not going to spend any money on you, so you will have to take your brothers' old things, or figure out a way to get the items yourself. Now, get out of my sight!"
The boy turns and leaves the room, going back to his room. The entire way his stomach is fluttering. He cannot believe that he is going away to Hogwarts—finally able to escape the clutches of his mother.
Hermione Granger
The Park
August 25th
Age, 11
The girl with the brown frizzy hair sits by herself in a park; this is one of the only times she is able to leave her house, since her dad is out cold and her mother could care less what happens to her. She has a book in her hands, having long ago taught herself to read.
As she reads, her mind daydreams of far off places away from her parents, where they could never touch her again. She knew that something like this would never happen, but one day she would escape for real and never look back.
Just as this thought leaves her mind, a brown barn owl lands on the grass in front of her, a letter in its beck. The girl slowly puts down her book. She cannot believe her eyes. She had read about owls, but she had never seen a real one. What was it doing here during the daytime? Unsure of what to do the girl pulls down the sleeve of her jacket, making sure to cover all of her skin, before holding it out in front of her. With wide eyes, she watches as the owl flies up onto her arm, then moves onto her shoulder. Shakily she takes the letter, breaking the scarlet wax seal.
We are proud to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The train at King Cross station will be leaving at 11o'clock sharp morning of September, 1st. On the next sheet you find a list of the things you will need for your year at Hogwarts.
Since you are a muggle born, a Professor, from our beloved school, will come to pick you up on August 27th to take you to buy you your supplies.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry
She stares at the letter she cannot believe this. Is it some type of cruel joke? August 27th, that was two days from now. What if it was not a sick joke and someone did come, what if they saw the way she lived? Maybe they would take her away forever and she would never have to see her parents again.
The girl's lips move into a small, almost unnoticeable smile. Hoping beyond a dream, that this is real, that magic is real.
Draco Malfoy
Outside the Malfoy Manor
August 30th
Age, 11
A boy sits on a broomstick, floating only a few feet above the ground. He stares at the setting sun. The bloody images of the night before flash through his mind; making him grip the broomstick tighter.
With a pop a house elf appears before him, shaking in its tea cozy. "Young Master, Master wishes that Bobo inform Young Master that Young Master's things are packed and ready for school. Master also wants Bobo to inform Young Master, that if Young Master does not get into the great house of Slytherin, Young Master will receive great punishment."
The young boy growls, "He couldn't have the common courtesy to tell me himself!"
The elf jumps back in fear, making himself bow down low to the grassy ground. "Bobo is sorry Young Master! Bobo did not mean to anger Young Master! Bobo was only following Master's orders. Bobo will go punish himself now."
"Do whatever you want, just get out of my bloody sight!"
Over the past two years, the boy and his father grew even more distant; his father now to ashamed and afraid to talk to his son.
"Pitiful bastard," says the boy, before taking off at lightning speed towards a forest; where his nightly nightmares would unfold again.
Neville LongBottom
LongBottom house
September 1st
Age: 11
"Neville! It's time to leave; I don't want you missing the train. Imagine what people would think of us!"
The brown haired boy stood in front of a wall length mirror. His hair was longer now; his long bangs covering one side of his face. He smirks at his reflection. "Coming Grandmother!" He then makes his way out the door. On his way to his first year of Hogwarts.