FIC: A Muggle-Born Wizard, Chapter Two
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A Muggle-Born Wizard
Chapter Two- The Slytherins
Davy swung his leg over the back tire of his bicycle and climbed off. He decided to push the bike around to the Blacks’ back garden so he could leave it out of sight of the road. No one else lived this far down Chesterton Road, but it just seemed a sensible precaution. His trainers and the bike’s tires sank into the spongy ground, damp from last night’s heavy rain. He parked the bike on the back patio, using the kickstand instead of just leaning it against the house as he tended to do at home. The hooting of owls announced his approach to the kitchen door.
This was Davy’s third visit to Sirius’s house since his parents had agreed to let him try Hogwarts for a year. They hadn’t agreed that first night, nor in fact, for several days after. But, somehow, by the time his Uncle Mick’s visit had ended, they had agreed.
This visit was special; today Mrs. Black was taking Davy and Sirius to Diagon Alley to buy their school supplies. Davy felt a strange quivering inside and realized that this was what people called “butterflies in the stomach.”
“Come in, Davy,” Mrs. Black called through the screen door. She was seated at the kitchen table, and as Davy entered, he saw that she was writing on a piece of parchment. Davy looked at the quill in her hand and the inkwell in front of her—the butterflies in his stomach fluttered violently. Davy had tried writing with a quill when he had visited Sirius a few days ago. The parchment had been an illegible mix of half-formed letters and inky blots. He suspected that he would spend much of his first year struggling with this most basic of skills.
Sirius’s five-year old sister, Andie, was sitting on the kitchen floor surrounded by several stuffed animals. A large pink rabbit was, with Andie’s help, reading a picture book to the other animals. “Then the evil princess locked the beautiful witch in the tower…”
“Sirius should be back in a minute. He took the dogs out for a run before they get shut up in the house for the day,” Mrs. Black explained. As soon as he gets back, we can be on our way. Did you remember your school list?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Davy stood by the owl perch and regarded both owls. The brown one glanced at him briefly before ruffling his feathers and closing his eyes. The grey one just stared at him. Davy resisted the urge to stroke her soft feathers. The last time he had done so, she had nipped his finger with her beak. Sirius had said that was proof that Freya liked him, but Davy wasn’t convinced.
Mrs. Black rose from the table, carrying the parchment toward the owls.
“Well, Freya, it’s your turn, isn’t it?” she asked the grey owl. The owl hooted as if in reply. "“Could you bring this to my friend Persis? You do remember where she lives, don’t you?” The owl hooted and stuck out a leg. Davy watched Mrs. Black tie the letter onto Freya’s leg, fascinated. Sirius had told him that the owls were used to carry messages, but he hadn’t seen it done yet.
“Would you open the back door, please, Davy?” Mrs. Black asked. A moment after he did so, he felt a soft stroke of feathers on his cheek as a grey blur passed him. He stood in the doorway and watched the owl disappear into the cloudy sky.
His eyes were drawn down to earth by the sound of barking. He looked to the right and saw Sirius flying low, his feet only a yard above the ground, pursued by three barking and panting dogs. As he neared the house, Sirius pulled up sharply, climbed high into the sky, did a loop, and dove to a halt in front of Davy. He knew that Sirius was showing off, but he couldn’t resist grinning in amazement. Sirius had taught him a few basics of flying on his last two visits (under Mrs. Black’s watchful eyes), but Davy didn’t think he’d ever dare to try that.
“That was brilliant!”
“Thanks! My friend James and I practiced this summer.” Sirius lowered his voice conspiratorially. “He’s better than I am, but if you tell him I said so, I’ll be forced to kill you.” Both boys laughed and accompanied the muddy dogs into the house.
“Sirius, did you have to lead the Cerberus through every mud puddle you could find?” Mrs. Black asked in exasperation. She had her wand in hand and was using a cleansing charm to remove the mud from the dogs, the floor, and Andie.
“Sorry, Mum. You have paw prints on your robe.”
Mrs. Black and Andie were both wearing wizard robes today, Mrs. Black in navy blue and Andie in red. Davy had expected this. Other than the first night he had met them, he had never seen Mr. or Mrs. Black in anything other than robes. He was relieved to see that Sirius was wearing what he called his “muggle clothes,” today a black sweater and jeans, instead of a wizard robe as he had been wearing on Davy’s last visit. Davy had been worried that he’d be the only person in Diagon Alley in muggle clothing. He suspected that Sirius had dressed this way for his benefit, and he was grateful.
While Andie selected which stuffed animal would accompany them (the pink rabbit), Sirius dashed upstairs to get his spending money for Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop.
“You didn’t get your wand while you were upstairs, did you?” Mrs. Black asked as soon as he returned.
“Would I do that, Mum?” He smiled as innocently as he could, but it wasn’t innocent enough. Mrs. Black pointed her wand at her son.
“Accio wand.” The wand hidden under his sweater flew into her hand. “Yes, you would.”
As they stood in front of the large sitting room fireplace, Mrs. Black explained to Davy how to use floo powder. He felt the butterflies flutter again.
“Why don’t you go first, Sirius,” Mrs. Black said. Sirius grabbed a pinch of powder from a bowl on the mantle but paused before throwing it in the fire that his mother had conjured.
“Now where am I going again?” he mused in mock puzzlement. “Diagon Alley or Knockturn Alley?”
“Sirius!” Mrs. Black’s voice carried a note of warning. Sirius laughed, threw the powder into the fire, and spoke in a clear voice.
“Diagon Alley.” He vanished into the green flames.
“Are you ready, Davy?” Davy nodded even thought he didn’t feel ready at all. He took a pinch of powder and threw it into the flames.
“Diagon Alley.”
* * * * *
“All right, dear. Your fitting’s done. Mind the pins while you take off the robe.”
Davy was relieved to be able to move away from the three way mirrors and pull off his new Hogwarts robe. Whenever he looked in the mirrors, he had to fight the urge to laugh. The sandy-haired, freckle-faced boy looking back at him appeared to be wearing a Halloween costume. When Sirius had put a pointed black hat on his head, he had actually giggled.
“The alterations will only take a few minutes. Do you want to wait, or come back later?”
“Um—" Davy looked over at Mrs. Black. She was examining some child-sized robes for Andie. Sirius leapt up from the floor.
“Mum, can Davy and I go get ice cream while you wait for his robes? That way you and Andie can keep looking,” he said in a rush.
“I want ice cream too!” Andie whined. Sirius gave his mother a pleading look.
“I’ll get you ice cream when we catch up with the boys in few minutes, Sweetie. We need to get you a new robe first.” Mrs. Black handed Sirius some coins saying, “Here’s enough money for both of you.” She then leaned down slightly and stared into his eyes. “You are responsible for Davy today, Sirius, so promise me that you’ll stay out of trouble.”
Sirius nodded solemnly—and then began to giggle. “Of course I’ll stay out of trouble. We’ll meet you at Fortescue’s.” Davy had to run out of the shop to catch up to Sirius, but as he left, he distinctly heard Mrs. Black sigh.
The two boys didn’t get very far before Sirius came to a dead stop in front of Quality Quidditch Supplies. He seemed to be entranced by the two brooms featured in the center of the window display, but Davy’s eyes were drawn to the brightly colored items all around the edges of the window: robes, hats, scarves, even socks, all featuring unusual colour combinations and strange insignia.
“Team colours?” he asked Sirius as he gestured toward the items.
“What?” Sirius tore his eyes away from the brooms. “Oh—yeah. See those there, dark-grey and white? Those are the colours of my favourite team, the Falmouth Falcons. Roughest team in the league. James likes the Caerphilly Catapults, red and light-green.”
“I can’t wait to see a game! How many teams are in the league?”
“Thirteen.”
From close behind them, Davy heard a cold voice. “Well, look what we have here, Sirius Black and a mudblood. Teaching the little mudblood about Quidditch, Black?”
Davy didn’t know what a “mudblood” was, but he recognized a hint of danger in the voice. It was the tone of a schoolyard bully. Sirius and he both turned toward the speaker. Davy glimpsed two boys, one with blonde hair, one with brown, both wearing wizard robes. A moment later, Sirius had taken a diagonal step forward, putting himself between Davy and the other two.
“Hello, Rosier. LeStrange. What do you want?” Sirius’s voice was calm, but Davy saw that his hands were clenched into fists.
“So rare to see you without your little Gryffindor friends. Didn’t anyone ever teach you that there is safety in numbers?” Over Sirius’s shoulder, Davy saw that the blonde was speaking; the other boy laughed.
“They’re around here somewhere,” Sirius lied.
The brown-haired one shouted, “Hey, Severus! Martin! Come see what we found.”
Davy saw two more boys in wizard robes approaching them from the left. Both of them had their eyes fixed on Sirius. When the newcomers reached them, one stood where Davy had an unimpeded view of him. He was as tall as Sirius, and like Sirius, had black hair. But the sneer of dislike on his face couldn’t be more different from the welcoming smile Davy associated with his new friend.
“Sirius Black, don’t tell me you’ve finally developed the good taste to stop hanging out with Potter,” the black-haired boy said. His voice was just as cold as his friend’s had been. Davy began to feel very nervous.
“His taste now is even worse, Severus,” the blonde one said. “The muggle-lover is hanging around with a mudblood.”
The boy, Severus, looked at Davy for the first time. Their eyes met for a moment, then the boy glanced at his friends and back at Davy again. His brows knit together slightly in a way that reminded Davy of someone trying to solve a puzzle or answer a difficult question. A moment later, the boy’s black eyes returned to Sirius, and the sneer of dislike was firmly back in place.
“I suppose that even a Gryffindor is permitted a pet,” Severus said slowly. “Why don’t you and your pet run back to your mummy and daddy now.” As Severus’s friends laughed at his joke, Davy felt relief. He knew that none of the four would prevent their walking away. They parted to let Sirius and Davy leave. Sirius hesitated briefly, and then led Davy back toward the robe shop. The cruel laughter followed them as they walked in silence.
“I hate this,” Sirius growled when the reached the outside of the shop. He threw his back against the wall, his arms folded across his chest, and a deep scowl on his face. “I hate being sent away with my tail between my legs, especially by Snape.”
“Which one was Snape?”
“The one with greasy black hair.”
“Oh.” Davy was glad that the black-haired boy had sent them away, but he decided not to tell Sirius that. “So what was all that about?”
Sirius was silent for a moment as if thinking about his answer. “Two things. First, remember when I told you about the four houses at Hogwarts?”
“Yeah, but I don’t remember the names.” Davy leaned back against the wall beside Sirius.
“Those four are all in Slytherin. Slytherins and Gryffindors, my house, tend not to like each other very much. It’s a very old feud, and believe me, my friends and I, and Snape and his friends, are keeping the feud alive and well.” Sirius began to smile at this thought.
“And why did they keep calling me a ‘mudblood’?” Davy asked.
Sirius scowled again. “I’m really sorry about that,” Sirius said quietly. “Some witches and wizards—the wankers—don’t like muggles, or witches and wizards with muggle parents. Slytherin is the official house for wankers.”
Davy looked at the shoppers in Diagon Alley with new eyes. He wondered who in this crowd hated him, and he suddenly felt very exposed wearing muggle clothing.
“Do a lot of witches and wizards feel like them? Will a lot of the students at Hogwarts feel like them?”
“No, don’t worry about it, Davy. Most of us have some muggle ancestry. I know there’s some in my mum’s family, somewhere— and my friend Remus, his mum is muggle-born. And even among the wizards who don’t have muggle ancestry, most of them know better than to think like those idiots. My friends James and Peter, for example—you’ll like them, and they’ll like you, you’ll see.”
Just then, Mrs. Black and Andie came out of the shop. Mrs. Black was carrying paper-wrapped parcels and Andie was clutching her rabbit.
“Oh—back already, boys? You certainly ate quickly.”
“Never made it that far, Mum,” Sirius said with a forced smile. Her brow wrinkled with worry.
“Why not?”
“I was too busy staying out of trouble like I promised.”
She looked at each of them quizzically but seemed to choose not to inquire further—yet. Instead, she simply asked, “Should we all go get ice cream together, then?”
Author's Note—Hmm. Was Snape trying to protect Davy from the other Slytherins? Or was he just trying to annoy Sirius? He wouldn’t tell me; he enjoys being enigmatic. Let’s see what he does in Chapter Three, shall we?
For more information on the professional Quidditch teams of Britain and Ireland, consult Quidditch Through the Ages by Kennilworthy Whisp (aka J.K. Rowling) available in your local bookstore.
Chapter Two- The Slytherins
Davy swung his leg over the back tire of his bicycle and climbed off. He decided to push the bike around to the Blacks’ back garden so he could leave it out of sight of the road. No one else lived this far down Chesterton Road, but it just seemed a sensible precaution. His trainers and the bike’s tires sank into the spongy ground, damp from last night’s heavy rain. He parked the bike on the back patio, using the kickstand instead of just leaning it against the house as he tended to do at home. The hooting of owls announced his approach to the kitchen door.
This was Davy’s third visit to Sirius’s house since his parents had agreed to let him try Hogwarts for a year. They hadn’t agreed that first night, nor in fact, for several days after. But, somehow, by the time his Uncle Mick’s visit had ended, they had agreed.
This visit was special; today Mrs. Black was taking Davy and Sirius to Diagon Alley to buy their school supplies. Davy felt a strange quivering inside and realized that this was what people called “butterflies in the stomach.”
“Come in, Davy,” Mrs. Black called through the screen door. She was seated at the kitchen table, and as Davy entered, he saw that she was writing on a piece of parchment. Davy looked at the quill in her hand and the inkwell in front of her—the butterflies in his stomach fluttered violently. Davy had tried writing with a quill when he had visited Sirius a few days ago. The parchment had been an illegible mix of half-formed letters and inky blots. He suspected that he would spend much of his first year struggling with this most basic of skills.
Sirius’s five-year old sister, Andie, was sitting on the kitchen floor surrounded by several stuffed animals. A large pink rabbit was, with Andie’s help, reading a picture book to the other animals. “Then the evil princess locked the beautiful witch in the tower…”
“Sirius should be back in a minute. He took the dogs out for a run before they get shut up in the house for the day,” Mrs. Black explained. As soon as he gets back, we can be on our way. Did you remember your school list?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Davy stood by the owl perch and regarded both owls. The brown one glanced at him briefly before ruffling his feathers and closing his eyes. The grey one just stared at him. Davy resisted the urge to stroke her soft feathers. The last time he had done so, she had nipped his finger with her beak. Sirius had said that was proof that Freya liked him, but Davy wasn’t convinced.
Mrs. Black rose from the table, carrying the parchment toward the owls.
“Well, Freya, it’s your turn, isn’t it?” she asked the grey owl. The owl hooted as if in reply. "“Could you bring this to my friend Persis? You do remember where she lives, don’t you?” The owl hooted and stuck out a leg. Davy watched Mrs. Black tie the letter onto Freya’s leg, fascinated. Sirius had told him that the owls were used to carry messages, but he hadn’t seen it done yet.
“Would you open the back door, please, Davy?” Mrs. Black asked. A moment after he did so, he felt a soft stroke of feathers on his cheek as a grey blur passed him. He stood in the doorway and watched the owl disappear into the cloudy sky.
His eyes were drawn down to earth by the sound of barking. He looked to the right and saw Sirius flying low, his feet only a yard above the ground, pursued by three barking and panting dogs. As he neared the house, Sirius pulled up sharply, climbed high into the sky, did a loop, and dove to a halt in front of Davy. He knew that Sirius was showing off, but he couldn’t resist grinning in amazement. Sirius had taught him a few basics of flying on his last two visits (under Mrs. Black’s watchful eyes), but Davy didn’t think he’d ever dare to try that.
“That was brilliant!”
“Thanks! My friend James and I practiced this summer.” Sirius lowered his voice conspiratorially. “He’s better than I am, but if you tell him I said so, I’ll be forced to kill you.” Both boys laughed and accompanied the muddy dogs into the house.
“Sirius, did you have to lead the Cerberus through every mud puddle you could find?” Mrs. Black asked in exasperation. She had her wand in hand and was using a cleansing charm to remove the mud from the dogs, the floor, and Andie.
“Sorry, Mum. You have paw prints on your robe.”
Mrs. Black and Andie were both wearing wizard robes today, Mrs. Black in navy blue and Andie in red. Davy had expected this. Other than the first night he had met them, he had never seen Mr. or Mrs. Black in anything other than robes. He was relieved to see that Sirius was wearing what he called his “muggle clothes,” today a black sweater and jeans, instead of a wizard robe as he had been wearing on Davy’s last visit. Davy had been worried that he’d be the only person in Diagon Alley in muggle clothing. He suspected that Sirius had dressed this way for his benefit, and he was grateful.
While Andie selected which stuffed animal would accompany them (the pink rabbit), Sirius dashed upstairs to get his spending money for Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop.
“You didn’t get your wand while you were upstairs, did you?” Mrs. Black asked as soon as he returned.
“Would I do that, Mum?” He smiled as innocently as he could, but it wasn’t innocent enough. Mrs. Black pointed her wand at her son.
“Accio wand.” The wand hidden under his sweater flew into her hand. “Yes, you would.”
As they stood in front of the large sitting room fireplace, Mrs. Black explained to Davy how to use floo powder. He felt the butterflies flutter again.
“Why don’t you go first, Sirius,” Mrs. Black said. Sirius grabbed a pinch of powder from a bowl on the mantle but paused before throwing it in the fire that his mother had conjured.
“Now where am I going again?” he mused in mock puzzlement. “Diagon Alley or Knockturn Alley?”
“Sirius!” Mrs. Black’s voice carried a note of warning. Sirius laughed, threw the powder into the fire, and spoke in a clear voice.
“Diagon Alley.” He vanished into the green flames.
“Are you ready, Davy?” Davy nodded even thought he didn’t feel ready at all. He took a pinch of powder and threw it into the flames.
“Diagon Alley.”
“All right, dear. Your fitting’s done. Mind the pins while you take off the robe.”
Davy was relieved to be able to move away from the three way mirrors and pull off his new Hogwarts robe. Whenever he looked in the mirrors, he had to fight the urge to laugh. The sandy-haired, freckle-faced boy looking back at him appeared to be wearing a Halloween costume. When Sirius had put a pointed black hat on his head, he had actually giggled.
“The alterations will only take a few minutes. Do you want to wait, or come back later?”
“Um—" Davy looked over at Mrs. Black. She was examining some child-sized robes for Andie. Sirius leapt up from the floor.
“Mum, can Davy and I go get ice cream while you wait for his robes? That way you and Andie can keep looking,” he said in a rush.
“I want ice cream too!” Andie whined. Sirius gave his mother a pleading look.
“I’ll get you ice cream when we catch up with the boys in few minutes, Sweetie. We need to get you a new robe first.” Mrs. Black handed Sirius some coins saying, “Here’s enough money for both of you.” She then leaned down slightly and stared into his eyes. “You are responsible for Davy today, Sirius, so promise me that you’ll stay out of trouble.”
Sirius nodded solemnly—and then began to giggle. “Of course I’ll stay out of trouble. We’ll meet you at Fortescue’s.” Davy had to run out of the shop to catch up to Sirius, but as he left, he distinctly heard Mrs. Black sigh.
The two boys didn’t get very far before Sirius came to a dead stop in front of Quality Quidditch Supplies. He seemed to be entranced by the two brooms featured in the center of the window display, but Davy’s eyes were drawn to the brightly colored items all around the edges of the window: robes, hats, scarves, even socks, all featuring unusual colour combinations and strange insignia.
“Team colours?” he asked Sirius as he gestured toward the items.
“What?” Sirius tore his eyes away from the brooms. “Oh—yeah. See those there, dark-grey and white? Those are the colours of my favourite team, the Falmouth Falcons. Roughest team in the league. James likes the Caerphilly Catapults, red and light-green.”
“I can’t wait to see a game! How many teams are in the league?”
“Thirteen.”
From close behind them, Davy heard a cold voice. “Well, look what we have here, Sirius Black and a mudblood. Teaching the little mudblood about Quidditch, Black?”
Davy didn’t know what a “mudblood” was, but he recognized a hint of danger in the voice. It was the tone of a schoolyard bully. Sirius and he both turned toward the speaker. Davy glimpsed two boys, one with blonde hair, one with brown, both wearing wizard robes. A moment later, Sirius had taken a diagonal step forward, putting himself between Davy and the other two.
“Hello, Rosier. LeStrange. What do you want?” Sirius’s voice was calm, but Davy saw that his hands were clenched into fists.
“So rare to see you without your little Gryffindor friends. Didn’t anyone ever teach you that there is safety in numbers?” Over Sirius’s shoulder, Davy saw that the blonde was speaking; the other boy laughed.
“They’re around here somewhere,” Sirius lied.
The brown-haired one shouted, “Hey, Severus! Martin! Come see what we found.”
Davy saw two more boys in wizard robes approaching them from the left. Both of them had their eyes fixed on Sirius. When the newcomers reached them, one stood where Davy had an unimpeded view of him. He was as tall as Sirius, and like Sirius, had black hair. But the sneer of dislike on his face couldn’t be more different from the welcoming smile Davy associated with his new friend.
“Sirius Black, don’t tell me you’ve finally developed the good taste to stop hanging out with Potter,” the black-haired boy said. His voice was just as cold as his friend’s had been. Davy began to feel very nervous.
“His taste now is even worse, Severus,” the blonde one said. “The muggle-lover is hanging around with a mudblood.”
The boy, Severus, looked at Davy for the first time. Their eyes met for a moment, then the boy glanced at his friends and back at Davy again. His brows knit together slightly in a way that reminded Davy of someone trying to solve a puzzle or answer a difficult question. A moment later, the boy’s black eyes returned to Sirius, and the sneer of dislike was firmly back in place.
“I suppose that even a Gryffindor is permitted a pet,” Severus said slowly. “Why don’t you and your pet run back to your mummy and daddy now.” As Severus’s friends laughed at his joke, Davy felt relief. He knew that none of the four would prevent their walking away. They parted to let Sirius and Davy leave. Sirius hesitated briefly, and then led Davy back toward the robe shop. The cruel laughter followed them as they walked in silence.
“I hate this,” Sirius growled when the reached the outside of the shop. He threw his back against the wall, his arms folded across his chest, and a deep scowl on his face. “I hate being sent away with my tail between my legs, especially by Snape.”
“Which one was Snape?”
“The one with greasy black hair.”
“Oh.” Davy was glad that the black-haired boy had sent them away, but he decided not to tell Sirius that. “So what was all that about?”
Sirius was silent for a moment as if thinking about his answer. “Two things. First, remember when I told you about the four houses at Hogwarts?”
“Yeah, but I don’t remember the names.” Davy leaned back against the wall beside Sirius.
“Those four are all in Slytherin. Slytherins and Gryffindors, my house, tend not to like each other very much. It’s a very old feud, and believe me, my friends and I, and Snape and his friends, are keeping the feud alive and well.” Sirius began to smile at this thought.
“And why did they keep calling me a ‘mudblood’?” Davy asked.
Sirius scowled again. “I’m really sorry about that,” Sirius said quietly. “Some witches and wizards—the wankers—don’t like muggles, or witches and wizards with muggle parents. Slytherin is the official house for wankers.”
Davy looked at the shoppers in Diagon Alley with new eyes. He wondered who in this crowd hated him, and he suddenly felt very exposed wearing muggle clothing.
“Do a lot of witches and wizards feel like them? Will a lot of the students at Hogwarts feel like them?”
“No, don’t worry about it, Davy. Most of us have some muggle ancestry. I know there’s some in my mum’s family, somewhere— and my friend Remus, his mum is muggle-born. And even among the wizards who don’t have muggle ancestry, most of them know better than to think like those idiots. My friends James and Peter, for example—you’ll like them, and they’ll like you, you’ll see.”
Just then, Mrs. Black and Andie came out of the shop. Mrs. Black was carrying paper-wrapped parcels and Andie was clutching her rabbit.
“Oh—back already, boys? You certainly ate quickly.”
“Never made it that far, Mum,” Sirius said with a forced smile. Her brow wrinkled with worry.
“Why not?”
“I was too busy staying out of trouble like I promised.”
She looked at each of them quizzically but seemed to choose not to inquire further—yet. Instead, she simply asked, “Should we all go get ice cream together, then?”
Author's Note—Hmm. Was Snape trying to protect Davy from the other Slytherins? Or was he just trying to annoy Sirius? He wouldn’t tell me; he enjoys being enigmatic. Let’s see what he does in Chapter Three, shall we?
For more information on the professional Quidditch teams of Britain and Ireland, consult Quidditch Through the Ages by Kennilworthy Whisp (aka J.K. Rowling) available in your local bookstore.