Yay! Year four! Sorry guys, I had to skip years two and three. I didn't have enough ideas, and then it'd take me forever to update. So here it is! Chapter 1 of year 4!
Please note that I'm writing this at ten at night and I'm so sleep deprived and have been all week.
So... I'm not gonna tell you what happens. Read!
Chapter 1
Oliver Wood sat in his family room, looking at his friends. Kaden Casmyn was sprawled out in front of the TV with Danniell Krintol. Both of their eyes were glazed over as they watched the pictures flash on the screen. Raheem Luden was pondering over which piece to move next. Oliver sighed as he waited for his friend to make a move. After a minute, one of the black pieces moved, but not by his doing.
"Bishop to D5," Hannah Parker said firmly. Raheem glared at her as his bishop moved to D5.
"Back out, this ain't your game!" Raheem said, shoving Hannah in the head. He looked back at his pieces. "Can you move back?" he asked. There was no movement. "Please?" The bishop stayed still.
"Thanks, Hannah," Oliver said, grinning at her. Raheem gave her a look of great disgust. She smiled and noggied his head.
"Sorry, best friend rules," Hannah said. She and Oliver had been best friends since she was six weeks and he was six months. Hannah's real last name was Potter. Harry Potter was her younger brother and she had a twin sister, Terah, but she was in Ravenclaw while the six of them were in Gryffindor.
"Hey! You wouldn't cheat for me!" Nanda Topoly complained, who was next to them.
"Be quiet," Kaden muttered thickly.
The four of them looked over to see that Kaden and Danniell had fallen asleep. For being best friends, they looked completely different. Kaden was Japanese, he'd actually been born there, and had jet black hair and his skin was very tan. Danniell was on the other side of the spectrum, being blond and fair. But Danniell was taller than Kaden, actually taller than all of them. He was nearly six foot while all the other boys were around 5 foot 8 inches. Raheem was the only one who was African, and had been born in Africa. Nanda was the other that was born out of the country, in Hungary. Hannah, Oliver, and Danniell were the ones who were native born to the United Kingdom.
Oliver and Raheem ignored Kaden and went back to their chess game. Hannah took advantage of Kaden and Danniell sleeping and stole back the remote.
"It's my house anyway," she muttered, pulling the remote out of Kaden's hand. She flipped up a couple channels until she got to a comedy show. Hannah had lived with Oliver for the past nine years after her parents, Lily and James, had been killed by Lord Voldemort.
"But they don't care," Nanda said, pulling a few strands of her blonde hair in front of her face and started to braid it. They were already in their pajamas, which for Nanda were a lime green tank top and black shorts. Hannah's were a pair of Oliver's gray shorts and a black shirt. "It's what we get for hanging out with them so much."
"Yeah, remember how we did meet?" Hannah asked.
Nanda nodded her head. "Yeah, I wouldn't talk to anyone."
"You were like deathly shy," Oliver said from the other side of the room. "Hannah had to be your interpreter."
"But I loved it!" Hannah insisted, putting her arm around Nanda's shoulders.
Raheem muttered, "And now we can't get her to shut up."
"I heard that Raheem Xavier Luden!" Nanda said loudly, glaring at him. Raheem rolled his eyes and moved one of his pawns.
"Go back to your show," Raheem ordered as Oliver took one of his rooks.
"Yeah, let's remember my parents are sleeping," Oliver said. And so are my brothers and Nikki."
Nanda sighed and continued braiding her hair. She looked back at the TV but was instantly bored. "Hey, give me the remote." Hannah handed it over and Nanda flipped through the channels. But since it was midnight, there were only a few good shows on, but Nanda didn't like any of them. "This sucks. There's never anything on."
"Maybe we should get to bed," Hannah offered.
Oliver nodded. "Yeah, I'm getting pretty tired. Raheem?"
"Why not? I'm gonna loose this anyway." He shoved the pieces off the board and into the bag that Oliver held open. "And what about those other two?"
"Leave them," Hannah said. "You know they hate being woken up.
Oliver grabbed a bunch of blankets and pillows out of the closet, tossed two on top of Kaden and Danniell, and threw the rest at the others. They all grabbed a pillow and a few blankets, then curled up together on the floor. In a few minutes, they were dead asleep.
"C'mon, get up!" a rough Scottish voice boomed through the family room where the six of them were out cold. "Oliver! You guys will be late!"
"Ten minutes, Da," Oliver groaned, shoving his head under his pillow. Oliver's dad, Anthony Wood, pulled all the blankets off them. He grabbed Oliver's arm and made him stand up. "Da!"
"It's eight. You guys need to be up. You've got half an hour."
Hannah's eyes snapped open. She jumped up and started getting everyone up. For Kaden, who was so stubborn he slapped her in the arm, she poked him in the back of his neck, making him jerk awake. Danniell was easy to get up, as he'd been up for about ten minutes already. Raheem, however, was impossible. So she woke up Nanda and together the two of them started slapping his face.
"Get up!"
"C'mon! Up and at 'em! Whatever that means."
"Wakey wakey, eggs and backey!"
"That's so stupid," Raheem muttered. He opened his eyes. "Time to go?"
"Yeah, now," Mr. Wood said. "You guys all have your trunks packed?"
There was a muttering of "Yes," as they got up and went to separate areas to change. They all threw their pajamas into one bag that Mr. Wood took to the car, which their trunks were already in from the night before. Since Mrs. Wood already had prepared them breakfast for the road, they all trudged out into the bright sunlight towards the car they'd be in for the next two hours. They flopped into the car, Kaden, Danniell, and Raheem in the far back, Nanda and Hannah in the middle, and Oliver in the front seat with his dad. Mrs. Wood was staying home with Oliver's three siblings, but she stayed outside and waved to them as Mr. Wood pulled the car out of the driveway and down the street.
Thanks a lot to magic, the trip that would normally take a few hours took only a little over two. The six fourteen year olds slept through the entire ride and when Mr. Wood pulled into King's Cross, he had to wake them up all over again.
"Here already?" Danniell muttered, rubbing his eyes. "Cool."
He clambered out of the car with the others. Mr. Wood got them trolley and they all pushed their trunks, as well as their owls, except for Nanda's cat, into the train station. They walked towards the barrier between Platforms Nine and Ten when they saw three boys with a man who looked very similar to Mr. Wood.
"Michael!" Anthony shouted.
Michael Wood looked over his shortest son's head to see his older brother. "Hey, Anthony. What's with the huge group today?"
"Yeah, that's Hannah's idea," Anthony said. "So, Curt, you ready for your last year?"
"I dunno," Curt, the oldest, said. "Can't be as bad as fifth year. Right Mitchell?"
"Shut up," Mitchell said.
He was the oldest of the Wood boys, even though he had an older brother. But there'd been no other boys when Curt had been born. However, with Mitchell, when he was born, his aunts had been pregnant with David and Kevin. A few months later, they would be a fourth one, Andrew. And when the last two, Oliver and Derek, had been born, they decided to make them the Wood boys. Honestly, Curt didn't care he was one. Besides, it was usually just brothers. So since it was cousins, it didn't count for him.
"Curt, be nice," Michael warned his eldest. "And no more trouble this year. I mean it."
"Yeah, Da," Curt said." He then pushed his cart into the barrier and vanished.
Michael shook his head. "I swear, one day tha' boy's gonna get'in so much trouble it'll cost 'im." He looked back at Anthony. "Well, wha' are we waitin' fer?"
"C'mon, you lot," Mr. Wood said. "Go."
Mitchell and Hunter followed their brother through the barrier. After them came Oliver, Hannah, Nanda, Danniell, Raheem, and Kaden. On the other side of the barrier, there were hundreds of kids getting their stuff onto the train and saying goodbye to their parents. Hannah's owl, Diana, opened her eyes at the noise and hooted, obviously very annoyed with the noise. Echo, Oliver's, was just being his usual calm self, or maybe it was because KC was right next to him.
Mitchell was the first on the train with his stuff. He went down the corridor a little bit until he found a compartment where two boys were sitting. One of them had scars all over his face, hands, arms, and legs. The other was playing with a lighter.
"Mornin', you lot," Mitchell said, pushing the door open. David put his lighter out and stuffed it into his pocket. Mitchell turned towards Kevin. "And what happened to you in the week I didn' see ya?"
"Fell off the roof," Kevin said, pointing to where there was a long, half healed gash just over his left ear. "Into the bushes."
"Anything else?" Oliver asked as he appeared behind Mitchell.
"Loads, but I'll tell you later," Kevin said. "Are you guys with us this time?"
"We've been over this before, there's no room," Oliver said. "We'll be in that one," he said, jabbing his thumb behind his head to the compartment where Kaden and Raheem were stowing everyone's trunks. He turned around and joined the other six with getting everyone's stuff into the top. "They should let us use magic to do this."
"But that'd be too easy," Kaden said. "I think this is meant to build self character."
"Or kill us," Hannah said, lifting the end of Oliver's trunk with Danniell. "Whichever works, I guess." She stood up on the seat and threw it into the rack. Brushing her brown hair out of her eyes, she picked up her owl and set her up top with Echo. "Be good, Diana." Diana hooted sleepily and then stuck her head under her wing.
Hannah collapsed into her seat just as Oliver started to pass around the breakfast bars his mom had sent with them. "They're not the greatest, but it's better than waiting till lunch. "He took a bite out of his and sat down next to Hannah. "Anyone got the time?"
Danniell glanced down at his watch. "Ten till."
"Yeah, I'm gonna go find me cousins," Oliver muttered, getting up. He walked across the corridor to where Kevin, David, and Mitchell were sitting. "David, help me find Andrew and Derek."
"Sure," David said, stuffing his lighter into his pocket. The two got up and headed for the platform. They jumped onto the platform and had to quickly move aside as three students rushed onto the train. David rolled his eyes. "Midget first years."
"What's that about midgets?" Andrew asked from behind them. He grinned and walked over to them. "What's up?" he asked.
"Not much," David said. "Kevin fell off the roof."
"Tell me something I don't expect," Andrew said. Then, as if remembering something, he turned around and yelled, "Oy! Derek! Found 'em!"
And the last Wood boy arrived. Derek brushed his loose hair out of his eyes to get a better look at his cousins. That was when he noticed a scar going along David's forehead. "Hey, what happened?"
"What?" David asked.
"Your head, dumbass," Derek responded, poking David in the scar.
"David, did you fall off the roof with him?!" Andrew asked, amazed. "Don't let him switch trends from how many scars he can get to how many he can give others."
David covered Andrew's face with his hand. "Shut up. It wasn't my fault." He turned around and stalked back into the train.
Andrew glanced at Oliver and Derek. "Great. That only means Kevin did it on purpose."
"I hope that doesn't become a game," Oliver said. He gazed down at the two trunks. "Well, let's get in. Everyone's responsible for his shit." And he would've gotten on the train and run down the hall if Andrew hadn't grabbed his shirt.
"Seniority. Get it." He pointed to his trunk and got onto the train.
Oliver sighed and grabbed his cousin's trunk. Then he grinned at Derek. "Better idea. Watch." And he picked it up and threw the trunk into Andrew's chest. "Hey, Andrew, guess what? I increased my bench by thirty pounds this summer." Andrew was bent over, clutching his chest and wheezing. Derek shook his head and pulled his trunk onto the train.
"You are idiots," he said. "C'mon, Andrew, you're blocking traffic." He grabbed Andrew under his arm and pulled him up. "How you feel?"
Andrew took a deep breath. "I hate you, Oliver."
"No, you don't. You hate America."
Andrew nodded. "Yeah, that too." He grabbed his trunk as Oliver began to lead the way towards the compartments. "You seen Webb? Or Cricket?" Webb and Cricket were Andrew's best friends.
"No, maybe American agents abducted them," Derek replied. Just then a boy with dark brown hair came up from behind and pulled Andrew's hood over his head. "And then gave them back when they realized that they're crazy."
"Hey, mate, what's new?" Cricket asked, pushing his hair out of his eyes. Andrew yanked the hood off his head. "Sorry, that was Webb's idea."
"No! It was Froggie's!" Webb argued, throwing Cricket into the side of the train. Oliver and Derek rolled their eyes as they watched their cousin and his two best friends fighting. A minute later, Froggie had appeared next to Derek. His hair was as dark as Cricket's.
"Was this my idea?" Froggie asked.
Derek shrugged. "I don't know. Did you actually hear that all the way from over where you were?"
Froggie shook his head and grabbed Cricket's arm. "Why do you always blame shit on me?"
"Because you're younger," Cricket answered. "Lemme go, bro!" He tried to attack at Webb, but Froggie threw him back. "Dammit, stop using my weights! I'm the one who's supposed to stay in shape." He and Froggie were brothers, Cricket being the older one. "Just let me hit him!"
"Mum's watching," Froggie warned. Cricket looked over his shoulder to see his mother talking with some other woman.
"No she ain't!"
Froggie threw his brother at the train. "Let's go before it leaves without us." He followed his brother in. Andrew grabbed his trunk and he and Webb both took it into the train. Oliver helped Derek with his and the six of them were soon at the two compartments. They stored the trunks up in the racks, and then Oliver went over to where his other friends were.
"Are we leaving yet?" Hannah asked. Oliver showed her his watch. "Yay! One more minute!"
"Why are you so excited for school?" Oliver mumbled, sitting next to her.
"I'll tell you later," Hannah said. Just then, the bell whistled and the guards began to shut the doors. Hannah and Oliver went over to his cousins' side to wave to Oliver's dad and uncles. Then the train was moving and heading towards Hogwarts.
And that's the end of chapter 1. It'll get better and more exciting, I promise. Just think about the title of the story. Smile! And review please!