Year one

An 11 year old boy Bryce receives a letter to Hogwarts. His siblings Dustin, Alex, Edmund, and Callum are all in different houses.Dustin is in Hufflepuff. Alex is in Slytherin. Edmund is in Gryffindor. Callum is in Ravenclaw. Bryce doesn't know what house he will be in but he hopes to be a Ravenclaw. This book is back during the time while Harry Potter is still at Hogwarts.


17. Potions

I sit in potions, next to a girl. She's supposed to be my class partner for today. Maybe even the year. But, hey, at least I'm able to maybe make a friend.

She intently stares at the recipe for the potion, adding ingredients as needed. I'm not sure if I should do anything, she's so focused. Her bright orange-red hair slightly moves, as she stares from book to couldron, almost as if she's a broken record.

I decide to break the silence between us.

"Hi. I'm Bryce. Who are you?" I ask her, and she puts her finger to her lips. Brewing the potion, she turns to me for a brief second.

"Ray Barnes. That's my name. No siblings, no family. Orphan. Goodbye." She quickly says, before turning back, brewing the poition again. She mixes it, as it turns a bright green color, almost the color of Alex's eyes. As she continues, it turns a radiated blue, the color of her eyes. Bright like a clear sky.

She pours it into a small suplied viall, setting it on the desk. I don't even know what type of potion we where supposed to be making. 

"Now I can talk. What did you want?" She asks, and I shrug my shoulders. Then I remember something she had said.



"You're an orphan?" This boy, Bryce says. I shrug my shoulders, blowing my bangs out of my face. It's nog that big of a deal. Parents and siblings dead, yet I don't fret over it.

"Yeah. So? Anyway, you're a Gryffindor, too? Hmm... if you don't ask any more stupid questions, we can be great friends." I reply to him. He can't say stupid questions, but knowing me, most likely I'll be saying quite alot of them. It's just apart of me and who I am. "So, anyway, what do you say? Friends, or no friends?" I ask him, and he shrugs his shoulders, his blonde hair flopping. I smile. "Good. We're friends now!" I take his hand and shake it, just as Professor Snape comes to check our potion.

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