Ok, this story isn't really that good. I wrote it to accompany my other fanfic Demented; for those of you who have read Demented then this takes place in their first year.

Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling and do not wish to gain credit on writing with her creation of Hogwarts, the magical world and the universe in which my fan fiction is based.

Ari Spencer

It was a warm and sunny day in Helga’s Valley. The heather growing on the ground blew in the gentle breeze. Only one house stood in the Valley. It was a four story home, tall and narrow. Muggles didn’t know how it remained standing in the marshy conditions. It didn’t sink, fall over or collapse. That was because of the family who lived inside were magic.
The Spencers were a pure-blood family who had dwelled in Sussex for centuries. The Spencer family branched out into nearly every Wizarding family in Britain and were rather well known second only to the Weasleys and Malfoys. The Spencer Home was very old, but the current residents had recently brought it up to speed in modern times.
Monica Spencer was a jolly woman. She had short brown hair and the purest blue eyes. She was usually seen wearing an apron with her wand sticking prom her pocket, ready for her to use. She was caring and always brought home sick animals to help out. She lived alone with her two children, Lorraine and Aran.
Lorraine Spencer had very long dark hair which she never tied. It cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. Like her mother, she had pure blue eyes but usually wore a serious expression, although she was soft on the inside. She was fourteen-years old and going into her fourth year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She usually spent her time studying and sending owls to her friends.
Then there was Aran Spencer. No one really called Aran by his birth name, but called him Ari. He had long blond hair and, like his mother and sister, had pure blue eyes although his looked darker in shade. Ari was eleven years old and was going into his first year of Hogwarts, although he had not yet received his letter.
“Don’t worry Ari; the letter usually comes around this time of year anyway. It gives you all of August to buy your books and everything else you need,” Lorraine was saying, reading her Standard Book of Spells Grade 3 from her third year.
“But you got your letter in early July of your first year! It’s now the thirtieth!” whined Ari.
“You will get in Ari,” Mrs Spencer said, a book hovering in front of her, “Lorraine is already a student and they always let in siblings.”
This reassured Ari slightly, but not as much as he had hoped. He and his childhood friend, Conor Darknight, had discussed this issue thoroughly. Conor, although only eight, had small worries, although he didn’t care much. Conor had said that he had no siblings, and therefore had less of a chance on receiving a letter; Ari had nothing to fear.
But Ari knew that he wouldn’t get into Hogwarts, his powers had only kicked in when he was seven...

Dara Farrell

Dara Farrell was an eleven-year-old boy who lived in Chelsea, London. His house was ordinary enough; a plain white semi-detached home with a plain, boring interior. Dara had grown up a Muggle with his parents and his brother. His grandmother had died when he was seven.
Cristina Farrell was a caterer by profession. She catered in the hospital down in London. She had long blonde hair reaching her shoulders and green eyes. With her in the house it was kept immaculate. No dust, no dirt.
David Farrell worked in as a bank manager. He did everything financial and liked things ordinary and precise as well. He had short black hair and brown eyes.
Then there was Alexander Farrell, or Alex. He looked very much like Dara, with many freckles and a kind expression most of the time. He was nine, with short flaming red hair and hazel eyes.
Dara Farrell was rather short for his age. She had brown hair and extremely chocolate brown eyes. His face and arms were slightly tanned with thousands of freckles. Dara lived his whole life in this ordinary house, but he was far from ordinary himself. When he was four he accidentally froze over the water pipes in the walls. They burst, flooding the house. When he was five, he turned him brother’s hair green. At seven, his freckles spelled out things he was thinking. Occasionally, Dara would make things pop, vanish or burst into flame, but his parents didn’t really care-they saw it as a gift rather than a handicap.
It was July the twenty-fifth when the life in the Farrell’s home changed. Dara was sitting in the sitting-room reading a book and William was watching Liverpool play on the television. Mr Farrell was at work and Mrs Farrell sat on a couch, knitting. She had just nearly finished when the doorbell rang. Mrs Farrell stood up and, looking longingly at her nearly complete cardigan, headed to the door.
She returned, looking amused and a bit puzzled. Behind her was the tiniest man Dara had ever seen. William glanced at the newcomer and fell of his chair in shock. He scrambled to his feet and exclaimed, “Mam look! He’s smaller than me!”
“William!” snapped Mrs Farrell, but the man giggled.
“It is quite alright. William, I am short because my grandfather was a goblin,” squeaked the man.
Mrs Farrell was about to argue, to kick him out of the house, but he spoke to her.
“Mrs Farrell, I assure you I am not crazy. In fact, I am a wizard who teaches at Hogwarts, a magical school. Before you ask me for proof, I believe Dara has some,” he squeaked. He turned to Dara, “Master Farrell, have you ever done anything that no one else can do? Anything that made your Mam or Dad shocked or amazed?”
Dara looked puzzled, but Mrs Farrell replied.
“Yes. He froze the pipes once. He turned William’s hair green and made his freckles spell things. Just last week he made porridge vanish, but he always does when he gets it. He doesn’t like porridge you see... or spiders. They burst into flame when he screams loud enough, but it only happened three times.”
“Well, he is a wizard, Mrs Farrell, and he is simply releasing his powers. Actually, what you said about porridge and vanishing spiders... Dara, are you afraid of spiders?”
Dara nodded.
“It seems that he can control his underage sorcery...” said the man, “Anyway, I am Professor Flitwick, I teach Charms at Hogwarts, allow me to demonstrate...”
Flitwick smiled and pulled out a wand. With a wave, one of the chairs in the room hovered over to him. He sat in it, and caused silver fireworks to dance around Dara’s head and golden light glowed softly from William’s hands. They laughed, and Mrs Farrell was given water from thin air, pure as the crystal it was in. Flitwick then gave Mrs Farrell a letter.
“That letter explains how to get to Diagon Alley, a school list and prices. You see Mrs Farrell, Dara is Muggle-born. You and your husbands are what we Wizards call Muggles-non wizarding folk. Muggle-born simply means that Dara is a wizard born to Muggles. It is quite common actually.”
Mrs Farrell didn’t know why, but deep down she knew she could trust this man. It explained everything, and she always knew that Dara was special. Just as Flitwick stood up and made the gold around William vanish, he stopped and walked over to William.
After a minute, he tapped William with his wand and muttered something. William hiccoughed and the remote in his hand turned into a dove.
“There may be more than one wizard in the family...I shall pick up Dara on August the first to visit Diagon Alley. You may accompany us, and convert your Muggle money. There is much to see.”
He turned and left, leaving Dara and Mrs Farrell gaping at William’s dove which seemed to be fond of him...

Ari Spencer

It was July twenty sixth when Ari lay on his bed, gazing at the ceiling. It was dark due to a storm raging outside. Rain pounded against the windows and wind howled. Ari hoped his pet Crup was alright. Occasionally lightning flashed, but nothing bothered Ari, he was worrying about Hogwarts.
He knew about the process, he had gone through it with Lorraine. The letter would come and Mrs Spencer would arrange a trip to Diagon Alley on the first day of August. Lorraine said not to worry, that her booklist hadn’t arrived. But she knew what her books were-they had a cousin who had done it all before. There was another flash of lightning, and then Ari heard his mother and Lorraine scream.
He leapt out of bed and tore down two flights of stairs to the lit sitting-room. The light from candles spat flickering light around the large room. Ari saw Lorraine was jumping and Mrs Spencer had suddenly emerged from the kitchen door on his left, embracing him in a warm hug.
“ARI! ARI!” screamed Lorraine, “YOU GOT IT! YOU GOT IT!”
She handed him a letter in green, slanting ink:
Dear Mister Spencer,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress.
Ari looked at his mother with a broad grin across his face.
“I just sent off Graham with the letter,” said Mrs Spencer beaming, “You will make a fantastic Wizard Aran Alexei Spencer.”

Ok, feedback can be found here Well, here is Chapter Two. Sorry if it seems too dull. There will be incidents, and if you are wondering it takes place during PS...



Every time Ari arrived in Diagon Alley it never ceased to amaze him. The shops, the crowd, the hundreds of wizards like himself. He felt at home here. Ari, Lorraine and Mrs Spencer were walking towards Gringotts Wizarding Bank to take out some money. When they arrived at the marble steps, Mrs Spencer turned around, said ‘Wait here’, and entered. “Why can’t we go?” asked Ari. “Mom says there are loads of artefacts from our family in that vault; some of them are very ‘unfit for children’. Like the same reason she won’t let us touch that basilisk statue in the attic. She said that the Spencers were collectors including Dark Magic objects...” Lorraine answered, placing her palm against the doors. She caught sight of a friend and ran to her, giving Ari a ‘wait-here-or-Mom-will-kill-me’ gesture. Ari sat on the marble steps and saw a girl with her sister and brother. Her parents went into the building, and the girl, who looked like the middle child, sat beside Ari. She pulled out a notebook and began writing on it. “What are you writing?” asked Ari, desperate for some conversation. “Just a story about being a member of the Order of the Phoenix,” Chloe said, looking shy. Her cheeks began to turn slowly pink. “Why aren’t you going into your vault?” asked Ari, as the girl’s parents, sister and brother closed the huge doors. “Because of the torches in our vault. They are huge and the fire in them is...scary,” the girl said the last work in a shiver. “Well, there are Dark things in ours. But my family aren’t Dark wizards or anything.” The girl gave him quizzical expression, nodded and held out her hand, “My name is Chloe, Chloe Hodgins.” “Ari Spencer.” They shook. “Spencer?” asked Chloe, mouthing his surname, “Are you pure-blood?” “Yes.” “Oh, my Dad is pure-blood too. They say all pure-bloods may be related, so maybe we’re family.” “Are you pure-blood too?” “No, half-blood. My Mam is half-blood. But pure-blood supremacy is stupid, don’t you agree?” Chloe’s cheeks were now glowing. They looked down the steps and saw something unusual- a Muggle. He was holding the hand of a rain haired child and behind him was a boy with brown hair and many freckles who was holding a robe and an owl cage, inside the cage was a honey coloured owl snoozing. The boy slumped beside Ari and said to his Dad, “Go ahead, I’ll sit here.” “Hello,” said Ari to the boy who jumped. “Are you going to Hogwarts?” asked Chloe. “Oh, yes! Are you wizards too?” “I’m a witch,” Chloe said quietly. “Is there a difference?” asked the boy excitedly, “I’m Dara Farrell. Both my parents are Muddles so I don’t know about the magic world.” “Oh. Well, no, there’s no difference,” Ari said patiently. His mother had told him that there would me Muggle-borns in his school, “And its Muggle. So, are you getting books next?” “Oh yes!” Dara said happily, “We just need to change more of our pounds into Sickens and Muts. It is more confusing than pound to dollars you know!” Ari blinked; obviously he would have to fill Dara in on Sickles and Knuts. And so they sat there for half an hour until Dara’s father came out of the bank followed by Mrs Spencer who was talking to Chloe’s dad. “Oh, I see you’ve met Chloe,” Mrs Spencer said, and then she turned to Dara. “Mom, this is Dara.” “Ah, Dara, making new friends I see,” Mr Farrell said, turning to Mrs Spencer and Mr Hodgins. Dara blushed looking at Chloe and Ari, who looked back, smiling. “I think we can go shopping for your books while you three can get your robes,” Mr Farrell continued, “Dara, I’ll try and find out more about Hogwarts from...?” Mrs Spencer, Mr Hodgins and Mr Farrell continued onwards, while Chloe, Ari and Dara headed towards a shop called Madam Malkin’s. Chloe and Ari seemed sure on where they were going, being here before with their older sisters. The bell tingled, and they walked into a pale haired boy with a pointed face who was just leaving. He didn’t look the nicest of people. He stopped, looking at the three of them up and down as if inspecting them. “Who are you?” he asked suddenly. “I’m Ari Spencer,” Ari said, hoping to draw attention away from Chloe and Dara. Chloe was going red while Dara was becoming pale. “I see,” he said again, “Spencer...you’re a pure-blood, aren’t you?” Ari nodded slightly. “What about you two?” he asked, looking at Chloe and Dara. “Half-blood,” mumbled Chloe, staring at her shoes. The boy raised his eyebrows. “Uh...” Dara said, looking confused. “Dara’s Muggle-born,” Ari said calmly. The boy sneered at Dara, and then left the shop. Chloe looked after him, then at Dara who didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. “Half-blood? Pure-blood?” he asked. Ari smiled, and began explaining the wizarding world to Dara.

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Ari was very happy as he walked quickly across King’s Cross station smiling broadly. It had been nearly a month since he had seen his new friends, Chloe and Dara. The three had stayed in touch by sending owls to each other; Chloe sending news and facts about Hogwarts, Dara asking random questions. It was finally the day when Ari could begin his new term with his new friends. He wondered whether or not they would all end up in Gryffindor-the house that his whole family had been Sorted into. Chloe had said that she wasn’t brave at all. Dara had simply gaped at the prospect of not choosing the house. Even Ari wasn’t quite sure how they were Sorted; his mother and sister had left it as a surprise. I don’t think Dara would make it into Gryffindor or Chloe... Ari had been thinking silently all August. He didn’t mind, Lorraine had told him not to worry and that one could still be friends with someone from another House; her best friend was in Hufflepuff. And so Ari wheeled his trolley with his school trunk and cat’s carrier basket on it. Lorraine walked beside him, Mrs Spencer on the other side. The train for Hogwarts was leaving in five minutes. Just as Ari though they would be late, they were walking through the barrier and there was the scarlet train, steam puffing from the funnel. Hundreds of students were hugging their parents and dashing onto the train. Lorraine hauled her trunk and her cat onto the train, hugged her mother tightly and left. “Now Ari, look after yourself,” she said, holding back tears. Ari felt guilty, “Look after Jack and don’t worry if Chloe and Dara aren’t in your House. Do you r homework, don’t procrastinate and don’t live on coffee. I’ll send you an owl every week.” They hugged, Ari smiled, “I’ll use Dara’s owl, he won’t mind. I’ll write!” He was kissed on the forehead, and then Ari ran down the train. Eventually he found a compartment with Dara and Chloe inside. They were leaning out the window. Chloe was waving to her parents and little brother, all of whom were smiling at her. Dara was talking rapidly to his parents and brother and Ari saw his mother join them. She waved one last time, and the train began to lurch. It twisted around a corner and everything vanished. The three of them sat down. Ari removed Jack, his kitten, from his basket. The tiny silver tabby walked out of the basket onto Ari’s lap, curled up and began to snooze lightly. Chloe looked lovingly at the kitten, and then pulled out a similar carrier from beside her. A white rabbit emerged with black markings. Dara looked at them both, his owl in its cage. “This is Nibbly,” Chloe said, holding the rabbit in her arms like a mother would hold her child, “I was really young when I got her if you’re wondering about the name.” “I like the name,” Dara said, “I can’t think of one for my owl...” With that, he removed a book from his trunk and flipped through the pages, obviously searching for a name for his owl. “This is Jack, the son of my sister’s cat. I begged her to give him to me, and here is!” Ari said, looking at Jack. He loved his cat to bits. “I can’t tell what gender my owl is!” Dara said angrily. He took it from its cage, immediately he said, “Aha, it’s a boy!” “How’d you know?” Ari asked. “The receipt.” The train trundled onwards. Chloe and Ari were talking about their fears about Hogwarts and the Sorting. Dara looked up occasionally, but was having difficulty looking for a name. He clearly wanted a wizarding name. “Still haven’t found a name, Dara?” asked Chloe. “No, not really... I wanted to name him after a Hogwarts founder but Godric or Salazar aren’t really owl names to me... There are other names like Fingal and Gellert, but I don’t like then much. Oh, I’m rubbish at names!” “Just call him Sandy,” Ari said. Dara looked at him, “Because of his feathers?” The subject of naming an owl took longer than Ari would have thought. Dara seemed genuinely concerned and determined to give his owl a good name. Chloe came up with good choices, but Dara didn’t use one. Ari kept suggesting basic names to do with the owl’s appearance. “I’ll just use a Muggle name...” Dara remained silent, pulling out a small notebook and scribbling on it with his new quill. Chloe continued petting Nibbly. The food trolley came and went, with Chloe and Ari highly amused by Dara’s reactions to the chocolate frog and Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans. Ari could have sworn he just got seawater flavour. “Ooh, look at the time!” Chloe squealed, “We should be getting there really shortly.” The three of them had just pulled on their robes when there was a knock on their compartment door and a girl entered. She had misty blue eyes and shoulder length dark brown hair. She seemed to be surprised to see a kitten, a rabbit and an owl out of their cages. “I was just wondering if you’ve seen a toad. The boy in my compartment lost one and now his friend is making me search...” she said in a bored voice. “No, sorry...?” said Dara. “Rachel, Rachel Thorne. Are you ready A History of Magic?” “Just looking for a name for my owl.” “Can’t go wrong with the Roman Gods names,” she said, and vanished. “Zeus,” Dara said, looking at his little owl, “Lord of the sky. Haha, I have a name for my owl!” “Isn’t that Greek?” asked Chloe. “So.” The train eventually came to a halt, and the sounds of trunks being pulled from racks and dragged outside could be heard, along with the screech of owls and cats. Ari and Dara helped Chloe with her trunk as she wrestled Zeus into his cage. He looked at her reproachfully. When they finally got off the train, they saw the biggest man they ever saw calling all of the First Years over to him. With some difficulty, they eventually made it to the man, who led them away. “Can leave yer trunks n’ pets here, they’ll be a’ the school when yeh get there,” he said. So Ari, Chloe and Dara left them in a heap along with Zeus’s cage and two animal carriers. They ended up beside a huge lake and in the distance they saw the magnificent castle of Hogwarts, its many towers and turrets glistening with the lit rooms within. There were ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ and they each got into a boat fit for four people. Ari, Chloe and Dara got into one alongside Rachel Thorne who seemed to be utterly awestruck; she was gazing at the castle with a loving stare. Dara was more amazed when the boat began moving by magic. “Lorraine never told me how cool it was,” Ari muttered. Chloe nodded. When they reached the other bank they made their way upwards, following the huge man, towards marble staircases where a stern looking woman stood staring at them. “Thank you Hagrid,” she said, “Welcome, First Years, to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am Professor McGonagall. Many of you may know what is about to happen, but for those of you who do not you about to be sorted into your House. Each house-Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin-will be like your family. You will attend classes with your fellow housemates and occasionally others from your same year. Follow me.” Dara and Chloe were starting to look very nervous. When McGonagall opened the doors to the Great Hall, Chloe whimpered and Dara’s face went so white it was as if someone had pained over it. There were hundreds of students looking at them and McGonagall was leading them all to the front where there was a three legged stool with a tattered hat on it. Its seam split and it burst into song. When it finished, McGonagall called “Abbot, Hannah.” A girl with pigtails went up to the hat trembling and put the hat on her head. She sat there for a full minute until the hat yelled ‘HUFFLEPUFF!” and she ran to a table that was cheering. “We put the hat on our heads and it reads our abilities!” they heard Rachel saying to a girl with long brown hair. There were more people called up and then McGonagall called “Farrell, Dara.” Dara walked up slowly and had the hat put on his head. It slid straight over his eyes. Dar sat there, trembling horribly. Ari thought that the hat was going to wobble off his head. After a few seconds it shouted ‘RAVENCLAW!” Dara handed the hat to McGonagall and ran towards the table that had erupted in cheers. Chloe grabbed Ari’s arm when Seamus Finnegan was called, and her nailed dug into his after Gregory Goyle. After Hermione Granger they heard McGonagall call “Hodgins, Chloe.” Chloe walked to the stool but didn’t shake like Dara. Instead she shut her eyes and the hat then hid the top half of her head from sight. Immediately in yelled ‘RAVENCLAW’. Ari smiled at her, but felt a bit of dread. Dara and Chloe were both in Ravenclaw, a house that prided itself for those who were intelligent. He knew he wouldn’t get in. There were more names called. Ari didn’t really feel nervous. When there were few students left, then he began feeling more nervous, with eyes on the remaining students. Before he knew it he was left with Rachel, a red haired boy and another boy who looked bored. Then he heard “Spencer, Aran” He walked up to the stool, accepted the hat and glanced at the Ravenclaw table, where he saw Chloe and Dara smiling and giving him the thumbs up. He took a breath, then put on the hat and was taken by darkness. “Ah, another Spencer,” said a voice in his head, “I see intelligence...oh yes, great intelligence...But I see more to your personality. I see strength, and bravery. Ah yes, I can see very much bravery in you...But where to put you...better be...GRYFFINDOR!” Ari felt relived but at the same time sad. He glanced over at Chloe and Dara who were giving him it-doesn’t-matter-we’ll-still-be-friends looks. He smiled and sat beside a sandy haired boy who was telling them about his parentage. Ari smiled despite himself. He was in Hogwarts. His friends weren’t in Gryffindor like he was, but he was determined to not make him down. He joined in with the conversation.

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