Post by Ayen on Jul 18, 2011 19:34:39 GMT -6
Dear Mr. White,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Drake White: ….the hell?
Hogwarts Express
Ivan Kennedy: I will have you, Chocolate Frog!
Ivan tries to get the Chocolate Frog into his mouth but the frog manages to escape and jumps out the window of the train.
Ivan Kennedy: BLAST!
Imai Katayo: You haven’t managed to eat a single piece of candy.
Ivan Kennedy: I know, but yelling at the food makes me feel important.
Drake White peaks his head into the compartment looking around.
Drake White: Hi! Mind if I join you?
Imai Katayo: Not at all.
Ivan Kennedy: Have an Every Flavor Bean, my good man.
Drake White sat down and grabbed a bag of beans, not knowing what awaited him as he tried one and spat it back out immediately.
Drake White: What the hell was that!?
Ivan Kennedy: I believe it was vomit flavor.
Drake White: Vomit flavor? Vomit flavor!? What kind of sick human being would make vomit flavor beans!?
Ivan Kennedy: Bertie Bott.
Imai Katayo: Well as exciting as this conversation is…. let’s change it! I’m Imai and this is my friend Ivan.
Drake White: I’m Drake.
Imai Katayo: Nice to meet you, Drake. Is there a house in particular you’re hoping to be in?
Drake White: Uhh…. I hope to be in…. a nice big – red house? With a TV, Playstation. An indoor swimming pool perhaps.
Imai Katayo: You have no idea what I’m talking about do you?
Drake White: None whatsoever.
Sorting Ceremony
Sorting Hat: Oh you may not think I’m pretty, but don’t judge on what you see, I’ll eat myself if you can find a smarter hat than me.
Drake White: Ahhh! What’s that!?
Imai Katayo: That’s the Sorting Hat, created by the Finding Fathers of Hogwarts. It’s going to sort us into our houses.
Drake White: They expect us to put that thing on our head?
Imai Katayo: Shh! And yes! Calm down, it’s perfectly harmless.
Professor McGonagall: ZORA MANSON!
A smug looking brunette walked up and sat down on the stool but before the hat could even touch her head it cried out, “SLYTHERIN!” and the Slytherin table burst into applauds.
Ivan Kennedy: There’s not a single bad witch or wizard who hasn’t been in Slytherin.
Drake White: Really? So that girl’s going to turn evil.
Imai Katayo: Don’t be ridiculous, besides you’re muggle-born aren’t you?
Drake White: Yes.
Imai Katayo: Then you’re safe either way.
Drake White: I don---”
Professor McGonagall: IMAI KATAYO!
Imai Katayo: I’ll explain it to you later.
Imai popped up onto the stool and had the Sorting Hat placed on her head.
Sorting Hat: Hmm…. High intellect, witty, Asian, RAVENCLAW!
Professor McGonagall: IVAN KENNEDY!
Ivan Kennedy: For the Motherland!
Drake White: Didn’t you say you were from Wales?
Ivan Kennedy: Shut up!
Ivan climbed up on the stool to receive the Sorting Hat.
Sorting Hat: HUFFLEPUFF!
Ivan Kennedy: Huffle to the Puffle, yo!
Professor McGonagall: …
Ivan Kennedy: Sorry, Ma’am.
Professor McGonagall: DRAKE WHITE!
Drake gulped and then slowly approached the stool, sitting down and having his vision blocked as the size of the hat on his head covered his eyes.
Sorting Hat: Interesting…. Very interesting…. It’s been what, seven years since I had this much difficulty placing someone? Better be…. SLYTHERIN!
Drake White: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
There was nothing but silence in the Great Hall as McGonagall pulled the hat off of Drake and he saw the entire school staring at him. Imai and Ivan were both in shocked at hearing Slytherin shouted out after having learned his blood status but not as shocked as Drake was.
Professor McGonagall: You may take your seat, Mr. White.
Drake sat up from the stool and headed over to the Slytherin table where every single Slytherin student was giving him a cold glare. Nervously, he pulled up a chair and sat down amongst his new housemates, trying to ignore their stares as the Sorting Ceremony continued.
Ivan Kennedy: They’re going to eat him alive.
The Next Morning
Drake White woke up in the Boy’s Dormitory of the Slytherin Dungeon and put on his new uniform. Looking at himself in the mirror Drake tried to see the bright side by admiring the Slytherin colors of green and silver before heading down to the Common Room itself to find the brunette that was Sorted the previous evening waiting for him.
Zora C. Manson: White!
Drake White: Hi. You’re um…. Um….
Zora C. Manson: Zora “Crystal” Manson. You will address me as Manson from this moment forward.
Drake White: All right.
Zora C. Manson: That was quite the outburst the other night at the Sorting Ceremony.
Drake White: You saw that?
Zora C. Manson: The whole school saw it….
Drake White: Oh. Right.
Zora C. Manson: Do you have a problem with Slytherin, White?
Drake White: N-no! Not at all!
Zora C. Manson: Good. You are one of the select few to have the privilege of being in the superior house, you will do well to remember that. Come!
Drake and Zora exit the Common Room and proceeded through the corridors of the Dungeons.
Zora C. Manson: There are two type of wizards you don’t want to associate yourself with, White. Muggle-borns and blood traitors.
Drake White: Muggle-borns….
Zora C. Manson: Disgusting little things aren’t they? They don’t come from magical backgrounds like us yet they’re given the delusion that they belong. But they don’t belong and all those who mingle with them are traitors. “You-Know-Who” may be dead but his memory is still alive and well in some of us.
Drake White: You-Know-Who?
Zora C. Manson: Yes.
Drake White: What?
Zora C. Manson: Not what, Who.
Drake White: What’s the man’s name?
Zora C. Manson: Who!
Drake White: The guy you mentioned.
Zora C. Manson: Who!
Drake White: The man who memory lives on.
Zora C. Manson: You-Know-Who!
Drake White: That’s what I’m asking you!
Classrooms
As Drake and Zora enters Potions class they’re greeted by a Gryffindor student.
Ra Constantine: Ah, Manson. I see the snakes have finally decided to come out of their hole.
Zora C. Manson: Constantine, always the witty one. However did you not end up in Ravenclaw?
Ra Constantine: Because I’m not afraid to speak my mind. You know one would figure that Slytherin would be the least favorite house after the war but who would’ve imagined that someone would actually scream upon being sorted there? So White, how are you holding up?
Drake White: What’s with him?
Zora C. Manson: Gryffindor. They think they’re so clever.
Drake White: Do I say something?
Zora C. Manson: If you want.
Drake White: Hey Constantine, YOU SUCK!
Ra Constantine: …
Zora C. Manson: Smooth, White. Real smooth. I can tell today is going to be fun.
-Cue “We Will Rock You” by Queen-
Potions Class begins and Zora is grouped with Drake. She tries to show him how to make the potion, putting the proper ingredients into the cauldron but the second Drake tries, the cauldron explodes and Drake falls over. Zora looked vexed as she heard the Gryffindor students laughing at their downfall.
As Flying Class begun Ra Constantine and Zora C. Manson summoned their broomsticks to their hands by simply saying “Up” meanwhile Drake could barely get his boom off the ground.
Drake White: Up. Up! UP!
Zora C. Manson: …
Defense Against the Dark Arts: they’re learning the Lumos spell and when Drake says, “Lumos!” he ends up nearly poking his own eye out by having the wand too close and temporarily blinded his right eye. A low growl could be heard coming from Zora as she’s forced to once again hear the Gryffindor students mocking laughter from the other side of the classroom.
Drake White: I’m okay! -holding onto his right eye- I’m okay.
In Herbology, Drake found himself attacked by a live plant the moment he touched it and began wrestling with it on the ground before Neville Longbottom ran over to help him.
During Transfiguration Drake tried turning his turtle into a teacup only to have a turtle, teacup hybrid trying to get away from him.
Charmed class? KABOOM! He botched a spell and burnt off his own eyebrows.
Professor Flitwick: Oh dear, oh dear. Don’t worry they will grow back!
Zora could only facepalm.
Drake was out in the field alone where Flying Lessons were taught still trying to get that rebel broomstick to fly up into his hand.
Drake White: Up! Get up here! UP! Please up? Pretty please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?
The broomstick didn’t fly up to his hand, instead it just wobbled on the ground. Drake backed away and rubbed his hands together, realizing he had to get tough.
Drake White: All right! You’ve given me no other choice. If you won’t cooperate I’ll just have to get out the big guns.
Drake held his left hand over the broom and narrowed his eyes down on it intensely.
Drake White: The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ---
The broomstick shot up and smacked Drake in the face before falling back down to the ground.
Drake White: ---compels you!
Drake staggered about, finally regaining his balance when he saw his friends Imai and Ivan approach him.
Drake White: Hey guys! I didn’t see you in any of my classes today.
Imai Katayo: Um…. That’s because they usually divide us by house. Gryffindor and Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Are you all right?
Drake White: Never better.
Ivan Kennedy: Are you evil yet?
Imai Katayo: Ivan!
Ivan Kennedy: It’s a legit question!
Drake White: I don’t…. feel evil.
Imai Katayo: The real question is what is a muggle-born doing in Slytherin. The house’s Father Salazar Slytherin made it perfectly clear that was exactly the sort he didn’t want to teach.
Ivan Kennedy: Sorting Hat be trolling.
Drake White: Wait, hold it. Salazar who now?
Imai Katayo: Salazar Slytherin. One of the four Hogwarts Founders I was telling you about. Each house has a Founder and it was named after them. He didn’t trust muggle-borns and thought they shouldn’t be taught witchcraft. When the other Founders disagreed with his position he left the school.
Ivan Kennedy: I’m betting he’s rolling over in his grave right about now.
Drake White: Maybe he changed his mind?
Ivan Kennedy: Hard to do that when you’re dead.
Imai Katayo: Do any of the other Slytherins know you’re muggle-born?
Drake White: No.
Imai Katayo: Good. You’re better off keeping it that way too.
Ivan Kennedy: Trust us.
Drake White: So um…. how exactly do you guys think I got in Slytherin?
Ivan Kennedy: I still say trolling.
Imai Katayo: We don’t know but the Sorting Hat never makes mistakes so there’s definitely a reason you’ve been sorted there despite your blood-status and I think I may know someone who can help us.
Library
The three entered the library and walked up to a table in the corner that was covered from side to side in books. Drake, Imai and Ivan looked at each other and then to the person seated right in front of a book who didn’t seem to notice them yet, still lost in their studies.
Imai Katayo: Ahem.
???: …
Imai Katayo: Ahem!
???: Ms. Katayo, you better have a good reason for disturbing my studies.
Imai Katayo: Yes. I’m sorry but this is important. Remember that boy I was telling you about? The muggle-born in Slytherin? This is him. Drake White, I’d like to introduce you to Hermione Granger.
The brunette lowered the book and looked up to Drake, raising a curious brow at him. Ivan beamed at Hermione and suddenly stepped in front of Drake holding out his hand towards the woman while shouting.
Ivan Kennedy: OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! IT IS SUCH AN HONOR FINALLY MEETING YOU IN PERSON!
Library Staff: SHH!
Ivan Kennedy: Sorry!
Hermione shook his hand, taken aback by the obvious fanboyism radiating off of him.
Hermione Granger: Pleasure.
Imai bumped Ivan out of the way and pulled Drake up to Hermione.
Drake White: Um…. hi.
Hermione Granger: Right…. the one who made an outcry about being sorted into Slytherin. Now I understand. How are you holding up?
Drake White: What they don’t know won’t hurt them – or in this case – me.
Hermione Granger: You certainly catch on quick. I apologize for the personal question but I must ask, are you adopted?
Drake White: What?
Hermione Granger: I’m trying to rule out every possibility. Are you adopted?
Drake White: N-no. I’m not.
Hermione Granger: You’re sure?
Drake White: Yes!
Hermione Granger: All right then, that rules out the obvious theories. It could be possible---
Hermione stood up from her seat and went over to one of the nearby shelves still in whispering distance of the three.
Hermione Granger: ---that the magic inside of you, despite being premature still, is so powerful it warranted being sorted into Slytherin. I recommend this for a bit of light reading.
Hermione slammed a really thick book onto the desk which caused the other books on her table to jump.
Drake White: If that’s your take on light I do not want to see your definition of heavy.
Hermione Granger: This book has everything you’d ever need to know about muggle-borns in the magical community. It’s a little advanced for your year but given the circumstances I’m sure it will suffice.
Imai went to pick up the book, naturally having some difficulty with the size of it.
Hermione Granger: Careful.
Ivan Kennedy: Let me, Imai. Sometimes you just need the help of a big strong---
While Ivan was picking up the book he fell under it with a big smashing sound to go with it.
Ivan Kennedy: Ow!
The Owlery
Zora C. Manson: The boy is truly remarkable. Every single class I take with him I am left speechless. In awe at what he can do. It’s one of those things where you just have to be there in order to believe it.
Owl: Hoot! Hoot!
Yes she’s talking to an owl.
Zora C. Manson: He is without a doubt, the WORST wizard I have ever seen in my life!
Owl: Hoot?
Zora C. Manson: Every spell he could get wrong, he gets wrong. Every cauldron he touches explodes, his broomstick beats him up to a bloody pulp when he tries to get it to his hand and he almost blinded himself with his own ward casting Lumos! How hard is it to cast the damn Lumos spell!?
Owl: Hoot! Hoot!
Zora C. Manson: Don’t you hoot me! You heard what I said!
Black smoke suddenly surrounded the owl, Zora backed up immediately in fear as the smoke went up six feet in height and a man clad in robes of ebony with a green mask covering his face stepped out of the smoke and looked down on Zora small, trembling, figure.
The Last Deatheater: Would you rather I say something else to you, Zora?
Zora C. Manson: N-no! Hoot is fine. I love hoot, I say it to myself all the time. Hoot! Hoot!
The Last Deatheater: Good. Because whether you like it or not you are going to guide that Slytherin to help him do great things. No matter what you will not let him out of your sight for a moment, do you understand me?
Zora C. Manson: Yes! Perfectly!
The Deatheater stroked Zora’s cheek, feeding off her fear while the other owls were going rampage at the sight of him.
The Last Deatheater: I don’t usually put such trust in a first-year, but given my unique situation, Zora, you are my last hope.
Yoda: No. There is another.
The Last Deatheater: No she really is my last hope.
Yoda: Oh. Sucks to be you, it does.
Yoda walked away without a second glance to the two.
The Last Deatheater: Jerk!
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Drake White: ….the hell?
DOA Presents
A ToriJ Parody
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry!
Year One
Part One
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry!
Year One
Part One
Hogwarts Express
Ivan Kennedy: I will have you, Chocolate Frog!
Ivan tries to get the Chocolate Frog into his mouth but the frog manages to escape and jumps out the window of the train.
Ivan Kennedy: BLAST!
Imai Katayo: You haven’t managed to eat a single piece of candy.
Ivan Kennedy: I know, but yelling at the food makes me feel important.
Drake White peaks his head into the compartment looking around.
Drake White: Hi! Mind if I join you?
Imai Katayo: Not at all.
Ivan Kennedy: Have an Every Flavor Bean, my good man.
Drake White sat down and grabbed a bag of beans, not knowing what awaited him as he tried one and spat it back out immediately.
Drake White: What the hell was that!?
Ivan Kennedy: I believe it was vomit flavor.
Drake White: Vomit flavor? Vomit flavor!? What kind of sick human being would make vomit flavor beans!?
Ivan Kennedy: Bertie Bott.
Imai Katayo: Well as exciting as this conversation is…. let’s change it! I’m Imai and this is my friend Ivan.
Drake White: I’m Drake.
Imai Katayo: Nice to meet you, Drake. Is there a house in particular you’re hoping to be in?
Drake White: Uhh…. I hope to be in…. a nice big – red house? With a TV, Playstation. An indoor swimming pool perhaps.
Imai Katayo: You have no idea what I’m talking about do you?
Drake White: None whatsoever.
Sorting Ceremony
Sorting Hat: Oh you may not think I’m pretty, but don’t judge on what you see, I’ll eat myself if you can find a smarter hat than me.
Drake White: Ahhh! What’s that!?
Imai Katayo: That’s the Sorting Hat, created by the Finding Fathers of Hogwarts. It’s going to sort us into our houses.
Drake White: They expect us to put that thing on our head?
Imai Katayo: Shh! And yes! Calm down, it’s perfectly harmless.
Professor McGonagall: ZORA MANSON!
A smug looking brunette walked up and sat down on the stool but before the hat could even touch her head it cried out, “SLYTHERIN!” and the Slytherin table burst into applauds.
Ivan Kennedy: There’s not a single bad witch or wizard who hasn’t been in Slytherin.
Drake White: Really? So that girl’s going to turn evil.
Imai Katayo: Don’t be ridiculous, besides you’re muggle-born aren’t you?
Drake White: Yes.
Imai Katayo: Then you’re safe either way.
Drake White: I don---”
Professor McGonagall: IMAI KATAYO!
Imai Katayo: I’ll explain it to you later.
Imai popped up onto the stool and had the Sorting Hat placed on her head.
Sorting Hat: Hmm…. High intellect, witty, Asian, RAVENCLAW!
Professor McGonagall: IVAN KENNEDY!
Ivan Kennedy: For the Motherland!
Drake White: Didn’t you say you were from Wales?
Ivan Kennedy: Shut up!
Ivan climbed up on the stool to receive the Sorting Hat.
Sorting Hat: HUFFLEPUFF!
Ivan Kennedy: Huffle to the Puffle, yo!
Professor McGonagall: …
Ivan Kennedy: Sorry, Ma’am.
Professor McGonagall: DRAKE WHITE!
Drake gulped and then slowly approached the stool, sitting down and having his vision blocked as the size of the hat on his head covered his eyes.
Sorting Hat: Interesting…. Very interesting…. It’s been what, seven years since I had this much difficulty placing someone? Better be…. SLYTHERIN!
Drake White: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
There was nothing but silence in the Great Hall as McGonagall pulled the hat off of Drake and he saw the entire school staring at him. Imai and Ivan were both in shocked at hearing Slytherin shouted out after having learned his blood status but not as shocked as Drake was.
Professor McGonagall: You may take your seat, Mr. White.
Drake sat up from the stool and headed over to the Slytherin table where every single Slytherin student was giving him a cold glare. Nervously, he pulled up a chair and sat down amongst his new housemates, trying to ignore their stares as the Sorting Ceremony continued.
Ivan Kennedy: They’re going to eat him alive.
The Next Morning
Drake White woke up in the Boy’s Dormitory of the Slytherin Dungeon and put on his new uniform. Looking at himself in the mirror Drake tried to see the bright side by admiring the Slytherin colors of green and silver before heading down to the Common Room itself to find the brunette that was Sorted the previous evening waiting for him.
Zora C. Manson: White!
Drake White: Hi. You’re um…. Um….
Zora C. Manson: Zora “Crystal” Manson. You will address me as Manson from this moment forward.
Drake White: All right.
Zora C. Manson: That was quite the outburst the other night at the Sorting Ceremony.
Drake White: You saw that?
Zora C. Manson: The whole school saw it….
Drake White: Oh. Right.
Zora C. Manson: Do you have a problem with Slytherin, White?
Drake White: N-no! Not at all!
Zora C. Manson: Good. You are one of the select few to have the privilege of being in the superior house, you will do well to remember that. Come!
Drake and Zora exit the Common Room and proceeded through the corridors of the Dungeons.
Zora C. Manson: There are two type of wizards you don’t want to associate yourself with, White. Muggle-borns and blood traitors.
Drake White: Muggle-borns….
Zora C. Manson: Disgusting little things aren’t they? They don’t come from magical backgrounds like us yet they’re given the delusion that they belong. But they don’t belong and all those who mingle with them are traitors. “You-Know-Who” may be dead but his memory is still alive and well in some of us.
Drake White: You-Know-Who?
Zora C. Manson: Yes.
Drake White: What?
Zora C. Manson: Not what, Who.
Drake White: What’s the man’s name?
Zora C. Manson: Who!
Drake White: The guy you mentioned.
Zora C. Manson: Who!
Drake White: The man who memory lives on.
Zora C. Manson: You-Know-Who!
Drake White: That’s what I’m asking you!
Classrooms
As Drake and Zora enters Potions class they’re greeted by a Gryffindor student.
Ra Constantine: Ah, Manson. I see the snakes have finally decided to come out of their hole.
Zora C. Manson: Constantine, always the witty one. However did you not end up in Ravenclaw?
Ra Constantine: Because I’m not afraid to speak my mind. You know one would figure that Slytherin would be the least favorite house after the war but who would’ve imagined that someone would actually scream upon being sorted there? So White, how are you holding up?
Drake White: What’s with him?
Zora C. Manson: Gryffindor. They think they’re so clever.
Drake White: Do I say something?
Zora C. Manson: If you want.
Drake White: Hey Constantine, YOU SUCK!
Ra Constantine: …
Zora C. Manson: Smooth, White. Real smooth. I can tell today is going to be fun.
-Cue “We Will Rock You” by Queen-
Potions Class begins and Zora is grouped with Drake. She tries to show him how to make the potion, putting the proper ingredients into the cauldron but the second Drake tries, the cauldron explodes and Drake falls over. Zora looked vexed as she heard the Gryffindor students laughing at their downfall.
As Flying Class begun Ra Constantine and Zora C. Manson summoned their broomsticks to their hands by simply saying “Up” meanwhile Drake could barely get his boom off the ground.
Drake White: Up. Up! UP!
Zora C. Manson: …
Defense Against the Dark Arts: they’re learning the Lumos spell and when Drake says, “Lumos!” he ends up nearly poking his own eye out by having the wand too close and temporarily blinded his right eye. A low growl could be heard coming from Zora as she’s forced to once again hear the Gryffindor students mocking laughter from the other side of the classroom.
Drake White: I’m okay! -holding onto his right eye- I’m okay.
In Herbology, Drake found himself attacked by a live plant the moment he touched it and began wrestling with it on the ground before Neville Longbottom ran over to help him.
During Transfiguration Drake tried turning his turtle into a teacup only to have a turtle, teacup hybrid trying to get away from him.
Charmed class? KABOOM! He botched a spell and burnt off his own eyebrows.
Professor Flitwick: Oh dear, oh dear. Don’t worry they will grow back!
Zora could only facepalm.
Drake was out in the field alone where Flying Lessons were taught still trying to get that rebel broomstick to fly up into his hand.
Drake White: Up! Get up here! UP! Please up? Pretty please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?
The broomstick didn’t fly up to his hand, instead it just wobbled on the ground. Drake backed away and rubbed his hands together, realizing he had to get tough.
Drake White: All right! You’ve given me no other choice. If you won’t cooperate I’ll just have to get out the big guns.
Drake held his left hand over the broom and narrowed his eyes down on it intensely.
Drake White: The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ---
The broomstick shot up and smacked Drake in the face before falling back down to the ground.
Drake White: ---compels you!
Drake staggered about, finally regaining his balance when he saw his friends Imai and Ivan approach him.
Drake White: Hey guys! I didn’t see you in any of my classes today.
Imai Katayo: Um…. That’s because they usually divide us by house. Gryffindor and Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Are you all right?
Drake White: Never better.
Ivan Kennedy: Are you evil yet?
Imai Katayo: Ivan!
Ivan Kennedy: It’s a legit question!
Drake White: I don’t…. feel evil.
Imai Katayo: The real question is what is a muggle-born doing in Slytherin. The house’s Father Salazar Slytherin made it perfectly clear that was exactly the sort he didn’t want to teach.
Ivan Kennedy: Sorting Hat be trolling.
Drake White: Wait, hold it. Salazar who now?
Imai Katayo: Salazar Slytherin. One of the four Hogwarts Founders I was telling you about. Each house has a Founder and it was named after them. He didn’t trust muggle-borns and thought they shouldn’t be taught witchcraft. When the other Founders disagreed with his position he left the school.
Ivan Kennedy: I’m betting he’s rolling over in his grave right about now.
Drake White: Maybe he changed his mind?
Ivan Kennedy: Hard to do that when you’re dead.
Imai Katayo: Do any of the other Slytherins know you’re muggle-born?
Drake White: No.
Imai Katayo: Good. You’re better off keeping it that way too.
Ivan Kennedy: Trust us.
Drake White: So um…. how exactly do you guys think I got in Slytherin?
Ivan Kennedy: I still say trolling.
Imai Katayo: We don’t know but the Sorting Hat never makes mistakes so there’s definitely a reason you’ve been sorted there despite your blood-status and I think I may know someone who can help us.
Library
The three entered the library and walked up to a table in the corner that was covered from side to side in books. Drake, Imai and Ivan looked at each other and then to the person seated right in front of a book who didn’t seem to notice them yet, still lost in their studies.
Imai Katayo: Ahem.
???: …
Imai Katayo: Ahem!
???: Ms. Katayo, you better have a good reason for disturbing my studies.
Imai Katayo: Yes. I’m sorry but this is important. Remember that boy I was telling you about? The muggle-born in Slytherin? This is him. Drake White, I’d like to introduce you to Hermione Granger.
The brunette lowered the book and looked up to Drake, raising a curious brow at him. Ivan beamed at Hermione and suddenly stepped in front of Drake holding out his hand towards the woman while shouting.
Ivan Kennedy: OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! IT IS SUCH AN HONOR FINALLY MEETING YOU IN PERSON!
Library Staff: SHH!
Ivan Kennedy: Sorry!
Hermione shook his hand, taken aback by the obvious fanboyism radiating off of him.
Hermione Granger: Pleasure.
Imai bumped Ivan out of the way and pulled Drake up to Hermione.
Drake White: Um…. hi.
Hermione Granger: Right…. the one who made an outcry about being sorted into Slytherin. Now I understand. How are you holding up?
Drake White: What they don’t know won’t hurt them – or in this case – me.
Hermione Granger: You certainly catch on quick. I apologize for the personal question but I must ask, are you adopted?
Drake White: What?
Hermione Granger: I’m trying to rule out every possibility. Are you adopted?
Drake White: N-no. I’m not.
Hermione Granger: You’re sure?
Drake White: Yes!
Hermione Granger: All right then, that rules out the obvious theories. It could be possible---
Hermione stood up from her seat and went over to one of the nearby shelves still in whispering distance of the three.
Hermione Granger: ---that the magic inside of you, despite being premature still, is so powerful it warranted being sorted into Slytherin. I recommend this for a bit of light reading.
Hermione slammed a really thick book onto the desk which caused the other books on her table to jump.
Drake White: If that’s your take on light I do not want to see your definition of heavy.
Hermione Granger: This book has everything you’d ever need to know about muggle-borns in the magical community. It’s a little advanced for your year but given the circumstances I’m sure it will suffice.
Imai went to pick up the book, naturally having some difficulty with the size of it.
Hermione Granger: Careful.
Ivan Kennedy: Let me, Imai. Sometimes you just need the help of a big strong---
While Ivan was picking up the book he fell under it with a big smashing sound to go with it.
Ivan Kennedy: Ow!
The Owlery
Zora C. Manson: The boy is truly remarkable. Every single class I take with him I am left speechless. In awe at what he can do. It’s one of those things where you just have to be there in order to believe it.
Owl: Hoot! Hoot!
Yes she’s talking to an owl.
Zora C. Manson: He is without a doubt, the WORST wizard I have ever seen in my life!
Owl: Hoot?
Zora C. Manson: Every spell he could get wrong, he gets wrong. Every cauldron he touches explodes, his broomstick beats him up to a bloody pulp when he tries to get it to his hand and he almost blinded himself with his own ward casting Lumos! How hard is it to cast the damn Lumos spell!?
Owl: Hoot! Hoot!
Zora C. Manson: Don’t you hoot me! You heard what I said!
Black smoke suddenly surrounded the owl, Zora backed up immediately in fear as the smoke went up six feet in height and a man clad in robes of ebony with a green mask covering his face stepped out of the smoke and looked down on Zora small, trembling, figure.
The Last Deatheater: Would you rather I say something else to you, Zora?
Zora C. Manson: N-no! Hoot is fine. I love hoot, I say it to myself all the time. Hoot! Hoot!
The Last Deatheater: Good. Because whether you like it or not you are going to guide that Slytherin to help him do great things. No matter what you will not let him out of your sight for a moment, do you understand me?
Zora C. Manson: Yes! Perfectly!
The Deatheater stroked Zora’s cheek, feeding off her fear while the other owls were going rampage at the sight of him.
The Last Deatheater: I don’t usually put such trust in a first-year, but given my unique situation, Zora, you are my last hope.
Yoda: No. There is another.
The Last Deatheater: No she really is my last hope.
Yoda: Oh. Sucks to be you, it does.
Yoda walked away without a second glance to the two.
The Last Deatheater: Jerk!
TO BE CONTINUED!
