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Post by alohamora on Nov 25, 2010 11:49:32 GMT -5
In this thread you can start posting about your character. Some of us have twitchy fingers and can't wait to start writing . You may give a brief background to your character, describing a certain episode in the past. Or, you can talk about getting the Hogwarts Owl of acceptance for the first time. This can also be a place where you can post about your character in between school years, if you wish.
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Post by pips on Nov 25, 2010 21:08:35 GMT -5
Avian Dursley Background Dudley Dursley sat on his front porch with his feet up on the rails and his hands folded over an envelope resting in his lap. He was staring out at the waves crashing onto the rocks but mostly he was letting his mind flow back nineteen years. To this day that thought brought a fine line of perspiration to his upper lip and down his spine. He had been a lump of a boy then, mean and nasty to the bone. Even now he turned a bit red thinking of the bad things he had so enjoyed doing. And his favorite patsy had been his cousin Harry. But that night when his family went into hiding from what horrors he wasn't even sure of had changed him forever. He thought maybe he grew up that night or maybe he was just "scared straight" as the teenagers today would say. Whatever had happened he was glad it had. And now it seemed the past was here again. For the envelope in his lap bore the return address of Hogwarts School of Magic and Wizardry and was addressed to his only child Avian Elizabeth. It had arrived two months ago delivered by a large brown owl while the Dursley's were singing Happy Birthday to their daughter. She had turned eleven and had asked for a skateboard and a handful of DVDs as gifts. These were mostly forgotten now as she tried on her Hogwarts' robes again and again and fingered the wand that had "chosen her" or looked through the stack of odd schoolbooks they had bought in that very strange place the shaggy giant had taken them. Avian had been thrilled beyond words and had to press her nose against every store window. He smiled remembering her laughter as they walked through that giant fun house of a store. And her delight as he paid for her rather fuzzy white owl. Snickers she named him at once. Dudley wasn't overly surprised to find his daughter was a witch. After all, her aunt had been a famous one and her cousin an even more famous wizard. But Dudley was afraid deep down inside. Even as he put on a show of being a proud father of a budding witch, even as he shook dozens of hands of other proud fathers, even as Avian climbed into his lap and smiled that lovely lopsided smile of hers and made his heart almost burst with love for her. He was afraid because he DID remember that night long ago. That was the reason he had moved to this sleepy little fishing town in Scotland where he settled and married and began his thriving fishing business. For that night Dudley had seen a Deatheater as his family had fled and how could he be sure they were all locked up somewhere safe and tight where escape was impossible. How could he be sure some evil would not once again visit Hogwarts School? How could anyone be sure? But send his only child off to that faraway place he would do because that was what she most desired. Her destiny she had called it, as if an eleven year old knew of such things. Perhaps he would drop Harry a note asking, no, begging him to keep an eye on Avian. He had been told Muggles (what a silly word that was and now Avian called him Poppamuggle and laughed as he made a face) could not even see the school. Just then Rosie,his wife, and Avian called for him to get a move on or they would miss their flight to London. The next morning they would take his daughter to the train station to begin her education. He hoped both of them survived
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Post by kia on Nov 25, 2010 21:47:56 GMT -5
Lena and Liam had slept in on the morning that the owl delivered their acceptance letters from Hogwarts. Lena had awoken with a start from a weird dream she was having and stretched, rubbing her eyes before remembering what day it was, and she quickly sat up. “The letter!” she gasped as she leaped out of bed and pulled her hair into a pony tail. She threw open her door and ran directly into her brother Liam who grumbled and ran a hand through his hair “Hey I’m walking here sis!” he mumbled as he made his way to the bathroom. “Grump!” was all she retorted at him as she descended down the stairs, entered the kitchen and stared at her mother and father. “Well, are they here?!” she asked, eagerly looking around for the owl. “Yes they are sweetie. Now before you get over excited, sit down and eat,” said her father. “Where’s your brother?” he asked, looking past her to see a groggy faced Liam walking up behind her. “Did we have to get up this early mom? im still sleepy,” said Luke blearily. Both their parents laughed and pointed to the table. “Eat, then we leave,” said the children’s father.
Once all the food was eaten and cleaned up, Mr. and Mrs. Jenson waited for the twins to change out of their pajamas before bringing them to the fireplace. Mr. Jenson took out the vase that held their floo powder and told them to go to the Leaky Cauldron were they all met up and walked through the magical doorway in the back of the pub that led to Diagon Ally. Each parent decided to make a day out of it, since this would be the last opportunity for them to spend time with the twins for a long time. Mr. Jenson took Liam to get his wand, and Mrs. Jenson took Lena to get her fitted for robes.
The day had been long, and in the twins’ opinion – excruciating; but come the end of the day, Liam and Lena had perfectly fitted robes, all the books required, a cauldron each, and a wand each also. Liam ended up with a wand made of Oakwood with a Red Dragon scale for the core, and Lena ended up with one made of Willow that had a Blue Dragon scale for the core. Their parents were informed that the dragons that contributed the scales were in fact sister dragons, making a special bond between the two wands and the twins; but the parents knew better than to tell their very different children that. Up until recently the twins had been practically inseparable, but with the anticipation of going to Hogwarts they started spending more time on their own, not even wanting to admit they were twins, much less related at all. So, Mr and Mrs Jenson figured they didn’t need to know.
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Second Year
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Post by azra on Nov 26, 2010 15:33:23 GMT -5
Alexis Down
Alexis woke up by rain taping her window...She rolled in her bed and looked at her alarm clock...It said 4am...She sat up and shook her head...This was the seventh night she was waking up at 4 am...Ever since her letter from Hogwarts came...She was so happy and excided that her body didn't let her sleep...She got up and walked over to the window, sitting down on the window seat...She looked out and saw the empty street, the street lamps were still on and the rain drops sparcled when passing them...Alexis sighted...Yes she was happy about leaving for Hogwarts, her mother on the other hand was not...Every time she would look at Alexis she would start crying her eyes out...But Alexis was use to it...This went every time one of the kids was about to leave for Hogwarts...Having a muggle for a mother wasn't easy, he mom always hoped that one of her children would be "normal", but her wish never came true...All the Down children were wizards and witches...Thanks to their father, who was a great healer and respected member of the Wizarding community... At that time Alexis's owl hooked and made Alexis turn around...The snow owl was looking at her with sparcling eyes...Alexis stood up and walked over to the cage...She petted the owl and asked:"You think I would be good at Hogwarts?" She know why she asked that question...It was because of her brother and sister, they both were very popular at Hogwarts and made names for them selfs already...Alexis on the other hand didn't need alot of friends, like Nikita and John did...She only needed one or two and she would be loyal to them for a lifetime...Alexis sighted again and the owl hooked again... "Yeah, I know...I should go back to bed..." - said Alexis, walking away to bed...Lying down, Alexis fell asleep, dreaming of the castle by the lake where her new home would be and where her new life would start...
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Post by alohamora on Nov 27, 2010 14:36:31 GMT -5
Diabolus Greyback - In the Beginning
It was a pleasant autumn afternoon with winter peeping round the corner. The warm sun was at its naked best, and the stirring cold had been driven away for a while. A soft breeze played with leaves of the trees that surrounded the mansion. It was a day to spend outside, and Draco Malfoy had decided to do just that. Little Scorpius, not yet two-years old, had the expansive lawn almost to himself. The graying elf that kept the toddler company, tried best not to get in the young master’s way. Draco sat lazily in a lawn chair gazing up at the sun through his dark sunglasses. He might actually have been asleep; it was hard to tell with the dark glasses. Scorpius’ mother, Astoria, sat opposite her husband reading the day’s rendition of the Daily Prophet. It was a sudden yelp from Astoria that had Draco sitting up in a hurry. There was someone else there – a figure in a tattered overcoat holding a wiggling lump of blankets. The man was about Draco’s age and had matted grey-black hair, bushy eyebrows, and thin emotionless lips. “Who are you?” Draco demanded to know, as he stood up. “Is your father here?” queried the man in answer. “My business is with him.” He had a raspy voice that fit his haggard appearance quite well. Draco glared at the man for a moment, trying to place him. “Who are you?” he asked again. “And how did you get so close without my noticing? Did you Apparate?” “I am Pravus Greyback. And no, you didn’t see me coming because you were too busy looking at the sun,” answered the man. “Greyback… you must be…” said Astoria, who had responded faster than Draco and had her thin wand pointed at the man’s chest. “I am Fenrir Greyback’s son,” the man responded, with a slight nod of his head. “My dad’s in Romania,” Draco said, as flatly as he could. “Whatever it is that you want with him, will have to wait. He returns in a week.” “I can’t wait another week!” Pravus suddenly retorted harshly, making Draco jump. The man took his eyes away and looked at Scorpius who was playing in the distance, having climbed onto the beleaguered elf’s back. “T-take Scorpius inside, will you,” Draco said to Astoria. His memory of Fenrir’s fondness of taking a bite out of children suddenly came flooding back to him. Astoria looked at her husband and then back at Pravus, unable to decide what to do. “Wait. I do not ask for much,” said Pravus in a gruff tone. He lowered the bundle he was still holding and placed it on the ground. The wrappings unwound to reveal a young boy of Scorpius’ age, with dark hair. Pravus stood the boy up on his feet and the child glared up at him adoringly. “This is Diabolus, my son,” said Pravus. “Is… is he infected?” asked Draco. “No,” replied Pravus, shaking his head. “What is it that you want Pravus?” asked Astoria. “I am leaving him in your care until I return. Your father would have done this for me,” Pravus said to Draco. “But… no… you can’t just… no…” Draco sputtered. Pravus was not listening though. He knelt down, looked into his son’s eyes and kissed the boy on the forehead. When he stood back up, his wand was in his hand. “I hope this will not trouble you too much,” he said. Before either Draco or Astoria could answer though, the man had twirled on the spot and had Disapparated. And, that was the last that the Malfoys saw of Pravus Greyback. It came in the news the next day that a great werewolf attempting to break into Azkaban the night before had been killed when shot with silver arrows. The beast had toppled over the edge of the ramparts of the prison and had plummeted down to rocky shoreline. The werewolf had indeed been identified as Pravus Greybuck, but his body had been washed away from the craggy rocks before anyone could reach it.
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Post by alohamora on Nov 27, 2010 14:42:05 GMT -5
Albus Severus Potter – background
It was very early in the morning and no one else was up yet. Al stood in front of the breakfast table alone, going through the Owls that had come in that morning. He had been scrimmaging through the mail like this for a couple of days now, ever since he had heard that one of his cousins had already got her Owl from Hogwarts. James, Al’s older brother, came up silently behind Al and looked over his shoulder. “Hogwarts started a new policy you know. Only firstborns allowed,” said James, gravely. Al jabbed his left elbow into his brother’s stomach. “Ouch!” exclaimed James. “That was uncalled for,” he said, backing away. Al wasn’t paying attention; something had caught his eye. It was a white envelope; his name was on it and it was from a wizarding school. This was what he had been waiting for. All the same, it felt like someone had punched him in the gut. The Owl was not from Hogwarts; it was from Durmstrang. He snatched it up and flew up the stairs to his parents’ bedroom and thumped on the door. Harry Potter, his father, opened the door and smiled at him. “I saw it. I know you’re excited,” said Mr. Potter. “Excited? How… how can I be excited?” stammered Al. Mr. Potter raised his eyebrows. “Well, I remember how I felt when I got mine. But hey… the Dursleys had me living in a closet at the time. I was thrilled to be leaving. I mean… I know you’re not living in a closet or anything, but I thought it would still be exciting.” “My room’s pretty small dad… but that’s not the point,” replied Al. “I don’t want to go to Durmstrang.” “Durmstrang? Why would you be going to Durmstrang?” asked Al’s mother from inside. Al showed his father the letter. “I haven’t opened it yet,” he said. Mrs. Potter snatched it out of her husband’s hand and frowned at it. “I received this myself,” she said to Al, still frowning. “I left it on the table for you to find. I know you check, every morning.” “Durmstrang mum?” asked Al, almost in tears. “It said Hogwarts before,” answered Mrs. Potter tersely. “I think I know who’s behind this.” “JAMES!” she hollered. “You should have seen his face mum!” James laughed back from downstairs. Al was already flying down the stairs. And what followed was not unusual in the Potter house – Al, red faced, chasing James all over the place, things falling to the ground, silverware scattering. Little Lilly Potter, being awakened by the racket, also joined in. “I wonder how many complaints we get from Hogwarts this year, with both of them in school now,” Mr. Potter mused.
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Post by azra on Nov 27, 2010 14:53:28 GMT -5
Aida Longbottom
Neville Longbottom walked in front of the delivery room at St. Mungos Hospital... This was the day he had waited for nine months. He was nervous to no end, although he knew that everything would be fine... Healer who was with his wife and unborn child was one of the best and respected member of the wizarding community... It was him who managed to calm Neville down when they came to the hospital and assure him that everything will go just fine... But Neville wouldn't be Neville if he didn't worry... Two hours have passed and no cry in sight... So Neville just continued walking and worring to the death... Then in 5 minutes time, a cry came from the room and the healer walked out... He shook Neville's hand saying:"Mr. Longbottom you have a beautiful, healthy girl. Congratulations." "Thank you for all that you done, Mr. Down. Please call me Neville." - said Neville "Call me John. Well go in. I think your daughter wants to say hi." - said John "Thank you again. Before I go in, how is your family?" - said Neville "Everybody is doing just fine, and little Alexis is already three months old. How time flys by. Go in now. I'll check on them in an hour." - said John and walked away to atend his other patients... Neville opened the door and looked in side...There on the bed his wife Hannah was holding a pink bundle... "Come closer. She doesn't bite." - said Hannah Neville came closer and saw that his wife was holding a sleeping angle in her arms...He took the baby and kissed her forehead... "What should we call her?" - said Neville sitting down on the bed next to his wife... She looked at the little face that had a smile on it... "Aida. We will call her Aida because it means happy." - said Hannah "Well Aida Longbottom welcome to the world." - said Neville
11 years later.... "It is here!!! It is here!!!" - yelled Aida from her room... A brown owl was sitting on her window with a letter in her beek... Neville came up and stood in the doorway looking at his daughter riping the envelop with a sparcle in her eyes... She looked at him with a big smile... He was happy when she was happy and today she was the happiest little girl on the world... "O I wonder if Alexis got her letter. Can we go visit them? I want to find out." - she said "Go and tell your mom. I'll call John and tell him we will stoping by for coffee later today." - said Neville Aida smiled and gave him a big hug, before she ran down yelling that she got her letter from Hogwarts... Neville stood there looking around her room and sighted...How time goes by fast?!
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Post by pips on Nov 27, 2010 15:39:36 GMT -5
Louis Weasley Background "Louis! Put a stopper on that right now!" Louis dropped the stick he was trying to get the baby Horntail to sit on and quickly brushed the sparks from his hair. "That is a dragon not a parrot you goof." When Uncle Charlie called him a goof he meant business. Louis and his family were getting in a last vacation with Charlie and his family before school started. Most of the family had dropped by for a few days but Louis' family was the last to leave. Tomorrow morning they would return to Shell Cottage which had grown along with the family. Louis was hoping his letter from Hogwarts would arrive here instead of at home. He knew he was going..he just wanted that letter in his hand. And then he wanted to know he was sorted into Gryffindor like his dad and uncles and aunts and cousins. And speaking of cousins, he couldn't wait until he was with his male ones. His sisters were driving him crazy. It was after lunch the next day when they arrived home and Louis flipped through the mail at once. No cream envelope with his name printed on the outside. "They don't want another redheaded troublemaker at Hogwarts" teased his sister. "They are sending you to Beauxbaton with the other sissy boys." Louis gritted his teeth but grinned when his dad, Bill, gave Dominique a swat on the rear. Just then a very stern looking owl flew in the window, dropped three letters, grabbed a fig from the fruit bowl and flew out again. Louis ripped his open at once and announced to his two sisters "OK...I have been presorted into Gryffindor because of my bravery, my masterful personality, and my disarmingly good looks. You two of course went to Hufflepuff because..well..you are both full of puff." Then he fell on the floor laughing at his quick thinking and cleverness at kidding his sisters. " Take it easy girls. Louis is just being Louis. I was proud when you two went into Hufflepuff and I am relieved Louis got in at all. And heaven help the House that really does get him!" But Bill was praying his son would be in Gryfflindor and praying Gryffindor could stand him there.
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Post by pips on Nov 27, 2010 21:53:32 GMT -5
When Harry Met Dudley Dudley Dursley deposited his wife and daughter in their hotel suite and told them he had a few errands to run. As he hailed a passing taxi he reached into his pocket and pulled out the yellowing Christmas card. It was the only one his family had received and Dudley had fished it out of the trash where his father had at once tossed it. "Grimmauld Place" he told the driver and settled back for the ride. He got out and looked around at the row of dingy apartments. Some had boards covering broken windows and in others they hadn't bothered with the boards. Wizards must not get paid very much he thought. Perhaps he should mention a loan or a gift to Harry when he saw him. Those odd school supplies had not come cheap. Walking down the row he looked at the numbers. Ten, eleven, thirteen. No, that couldn't be right. He looked at the card again. Number Twelve Grimmauld Place was clearly written as the return address. Dudley walked the row once more then crossed and sat on a bench to think. Looking down at the cans and old candy wrappers at his feet he spotted something blue sticking out from under a pile of leaves. Chalk. On a whim, and later he could not tell you why he did it, Dudley took the chalk and crossed to the sidewalk in front of the apartments and began to write. I NEED TO SEE HARRY POTTER. I AM HIS COUSIN DUDLEY AND I HAVE SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO ASK HIM. Then he returned to the bench and waited.
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Post by alohamora on Nov 27, 2010 23:24:19 GMT -5
When Dudley met Harry
"Dad, dad! There's a fat man scribbling your name outside!" Lily said running up to her father's study. 'He's really faaaat dad," she added in a whisper. Harry raised an eyebrow, walked over to the window and looked down at the sidewalk. There was a smile on his face when he looked back at Lily. "He used to be much larger before, precious. Want to go out and meet him?" Lily glared back at her father for a moment. "James said fat people eat children," she whispered. "Did he know?" Mr. Potter laughed. "Well, the next time James says that, ask him how many times he's been spat out. Now, come on, let's go downstairs." Soon afterward, Mr. Potter and Lily stepped out of the house. The largish man was sitting on a bench nearby, looking at his feet, and seemed rather dejected. He still had the chalk in his hand. "Well, Dudley. This is certainly a surprise," Mr. Potter said to him, as he and his daughter approached.
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