The Troublemakers (Group Story)
Third year, supposedly just another normal year at Hogwarts. But since when has anything at Hogwarts been Normal? In the midst of a detention, an unlikely friendship spawns between a group of students. Secrets, betrayal, love and tragedy ensue. Of course, a bit of chaos. However, in the midst of the castle an unknown Darkness lies. Something that has never been awaken before and seeks amusement throughout the halls of Hogwarts.
Victoria Elizabeth Scott: New Year
My wand was stowed safely into my dark blue jean pocket and I wore the Slytherin, charcoal grey cardigan over top the white blouse. It'd be easier for changing once I was on the train.
I wore a pair of black flats and my hair was in a messy side braid. Only a bit of mascara and that was it. I raced down stairs, only to be scared half to death by my older twin brothers, Riley and Liam. The twins were easily told apart, because of their hair colour. Riley had darker red hair than Liam and it was slightly neater. Liam's was lighter and messier. The inherited those from my Grandfather. My eldest brother, Logan, had red hair as well, but it was more vibrant then the twins.
Helping my youngest brother, Peter, put his trunk in the car, was Dillion. Dillion had pale blonde hair that was parted to the side and light green eyes. Peter had light blonde hair that was rather messy and dark blue eyes. He looked like our mother, Elizabeth.
Our father was arguing with the twins about some mess they made.
"Bloody hell, what did you do to this place?" my father shouted, aghast with the chaos that was once our kitchen. The twins paled.
"It was his fault!" The twins said at the same time, pointing at each other.
"I don't care whose bloody fault it is, clean it up!" he shouted. My father worked high up in the Auror office, he was an Auror himself. James Scott, he was a type of man that Logan would call a 'Ministry pompous arse', had he not been our father. Logan told us that when dad was our age he had a rebellious streak and was into punk music.
Of course, I couldn't believe it seeing as it was my father we were talking about. But Logan was able to sneak into dad's study and found a bunch of evidence. He used to be in a punk band! He brought back a picture of what looked like a definitely younger dad, with four other blokes whom we have met when we were extremely young. I couldn't believe it.
Our father didn't know how Logan turned out the way he is now. Heavy drinker, worked at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, swore a lot and was extremely loud.
Logan was visiting for the week, talking about 'seeing the younger ones off like a good big brother'. Logan was raised in Scotland until he was eleven, and he had a very thick accent, but it isn't as strong now. Dillion lived there until he was four, but then the twins were born and the family moved down to London. Dillion has traces of an accent, but it wasn't very noticeable. I was born in London and I am the only girl in my family.
A lot of my family was either in Ravenclaw, like our mother, Slytherin, like my father, the twins and I or Gryffindor, like Logan and perhaps Peter, who was starting his first year at Hogwarts. My mother didn't care what house we were in, as long as we did good in school.
"Victoria, hurry up dear!" my mother called from outside.
"Coming mum!" I shoved the rest of my breakfast down my gullet and headed outside, dragging my trunk behind me.
"We're going to be late, damn it!" my father shouted, then yelling at the twins again for playing around.
"Hurry up, Vic!" Logan called out. "Och, feck aff, Dillion. I dun need yer annoyin' presence at this damn moment!" He then shouted at Dillion.
"Oy, Logan, help me here and make yourself useful!" I huffed, trying to put my extremely heavy trunk in the back of the car.
Logan flicked his wand lazily and my trunk floated into the back before shutting closed.
I hopped into the car, taking my place between Logan and Liam. This ought to be a fun ride.
"Everyone set then?" Dad asked us, the car starting. It was only a thirty minute drive from our house in Barnet. We nodded and Dad started the car to Kings Cross.
I had said my goodbyes to my parents and Logan and I was currently sitting with my little brother, Peter in a compartment. Peter was feasting on Chocolate frogs and Pumpkin pastries while I leaned against the window, staring at the Scottish countryside as we rolled past it.
It was all green and beautiful. It was a cloudy day but the green grass was so vibrant. There was a knock on the compartment door.
"Victoria, d'you know where Dillion is?" Liam asked me, sticking his head through the door.
"Uh... Over by the front of the train?" I said. I didn't really know.
"Thanks!" The two turned and left. I looked out the compartment door and made eye contact with a frail looking boy who was walking past. He looked like he was in his own little world, which was rather strange.
I thought no more of it as I leaned back against the window. I didn't want to go back to Hogwarts. I hardly had anyone to call 'friend'. They were all bloody gits to me and they were all stupid. Why do I need anyone anyways? I have my mind to entertain myself. But of course, your mind can be boring after a while...
I sighed and closed my eyes, hoping that this year would go by as fast as the last. I don't want to deal with those wankers.