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Chapter 5 - The Bronze Snitch

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Fictus Nativitas. The spell lay before Peter’s eyes. To its right, a few words had been scrawled in untidy handwriting: Think of the object, its nature, its function, and it will be born. Peter sat alone in the common room with the notebook beside him. All the portraits were asleep. He had made particularly sure of Xin Li. He didn’t want anyone suspecting what he was about to do. Closing his eyes, he pointed his wand at the notebook. For a few seconds, he pictured the Golden Snitch: darting through the air, climbing higher and higher into the sky, its golden surface shimmering in the sunlight. A beautiful piece of art. “ Fictus Nativitas. ” He opened his eyes. Golden sparks streamed from his wand, gathering above the notebook in a cloud of shimmering particles. They began circling one another like fireflies, slowly drawing together. Peter stared, wide-eyed. He had never seen magic like this before. It was beautiful. The particles swirled into a sphere, merging smoothly until an exact c...
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Chapter - 4 The Quiver

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Travis, Oliver, Harper, Redmond, Alison, Stewart, Peter Peter - Seeker Travis, Oliver - Beaters Alison, Harper, Redmond - Chasers Stewart - Keeper Early the next morning, Peter dressed in his school robes before either Stewart or Alison was ready and went down to the common room. The portraits were yawning themselves awake, though Xin Li was already alert. “Where are you off to, little Peter?” Xin asked. “To the staffroom. Professor Lincoln wants my essay, but I’m not sure he’ll be awake yet.” “Well, well, well. You have no idea, little one! Professor Madman rises before the sun and stays awake long after it sets. He spends his days and nights alone in his room, pacing up and down and talking to himself.” “Doesn’t he have any friends?” Peter asked. “None that I know of. His only friend seems to be the portrait of the Weeping Philosopher. Did you see it hanging in his classroom?” “Yes. But it’s strange, keeping himself away from everyone like that. No wonder he’s always in such a bad mo...
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Radioactivity - Draft

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 The story revolves around a radioactive bombing on a city by another nation. The residents of the city die and many living on the outskirts get long term effects of radioactivity, which may pass on to their generations as a curse. The person responsible for all this is the ruthless General Edgar Richards who retires after this mission, to spend his retirement with his friends, and family. An affected couple Xaviour and Polina, who were engaged before the bombing loose their families completely, while Polina gets severly affected. Her brain cells are damaged which causes her to hallucinate and unable to use her motor functions properly or talk sanely. She isn't able to continue her life, Xaviour on the other hand experiences cancer and red marks on skin making his face almost like a monster and red and brown. The responsible nation accepts it's mistake and as an act of apology gives the opportunity of bringing the affected people into their nations, giving them jobs or living b...
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Chapter 3- Defense Against The Dark Arts

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Peter’s first day at Hogwarts began in a hurry and showed no signs of slowing down. He, Stewart, and Alison reached Charms just before Professor Feline closed the door. Peter was still catching his breath when he had to unpack his books, find his wand, and work out what everyone else was doing. Alison leaned towards him. “What page?” Peter glanced at Stewart. Stewart glanced at Alison. By the end of the lesson, Peter’s wrist ached, Stewart had dropped his wand twice, and Alison was still waving hers at a feather that refused to move. There was no time to try again. Potions was downstairs. They hurried through the corridors, took a wrong turn, and arrived in Miss January’s classroom just as she began giving instructions. Peter scrambled to arrange his ingredients while Stewart searched his bag for a quill. “Three spoonfuls?” Alison whispered. “One,” Peter replied. Alison looked down at her cauldron. “Oh.” By the end of Potions, Peter’s sleeves were stained, Stewart’s notes had something...
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CHAPTER 2 - The Sorting Ceremony

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“Is the book list complete?” Matilda asked, hurriedly gathering Peter’s school supplies. “Defence Against the Dark Arts—where’s that book? You have Defensive Magic , but that isn’t the one on the list.” “Jacob didn’t have that one,” Peter replied. “All right. I think Hogwarts keeps a few spare copies.” Peter was happy, but a little anxious too. His mother was a nurse at a Muggle hospital, and there was only so much she could afford towards his school fees. “Mom, I want to talk to you about something…” He had tried saying it several times, but Matilda kept putting off the conversation, concentrating instead on gathering everything he needed. Soon, the packing was finished, and the day of his departure arrived. Mother and son passed through the barrier onto Platform Nine and Three-Quarters at King’s Cross station. On the other side, they stepped into an entirely different world. The magnificent Hogwarts Express stood beside the platform, whistling as parents and children crowded around i...
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