Defying Gravity

Prologue

Greetings fellow Harry Potter friends, and welcome to the prologue of the greatest co-written fanfic you'll ever encounter. (We may or may not be hyperbolizing) If you want to know more about the two people writing this story check out the Bio. We have this story on Fanfiction too, so don't freak if you happen to see it there. We aren't plagiarizing!

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30 May 2009
Exmoor, England
Rosier Manor

"Circe! Circe, come here girl!"

Upon her grandmother's demand, petite, dull eyed Circe came circling around the corner, careful to avoid the tattletale eyes of Hispy, a crotchety female house elf she'd long given up trying to befriend. Circe had practically run from the second floor to the sitting room, and the last thing she wanted was to be disciplined for the unladylike behavior. The thought of it induced an equally unladylike eye roll.

"Yes, grandmother?"

There was a letter, about an inch thick and beige in color, clutched between her weathered fingers. Circe knew exactly what the contents of the letter entailed, and suppressed the childlike urge to squeal. Ever since her brother graduated a year ago, she'd wanted nothing more than to follow after him to Hogwarts. The letter had come, and the young girl allowed herself a wide, bright eyed smile.

30 May 2009
Birr Ireland
The Riverwalk

"Wynn! Could you come inside, dear!"

Jumping up quickly, the russet haired boy ran inside while brushing dirt off his hands, happily leaving his little siblings to finish de-gnoming the garden.

"Yes, Mum?" he asked sweetly as he came inside, kicking his shoes off at the door so he didn't track mud inside their home. Past experience had taught him that his mother did not approve of dirty footprints all over her clean floors.

"A letter came for you in the mail," a tall ginger man said, grinning at his son as he passed him a thick, off white envelope. "You're mother said it's from that magic school she attended as a girl. Almost makes me wish I were a wizard too!"

Wynn pulled out a chair at the table placing the thick letter down in front of himself, a wide grin spreading across his face. Smiling, the golden haired woman standing by the sink walked over, wiping her hands on her apron before placing a kiss on top of the beaming boy's head.

"I hope I end up in Hufflepuff, just like you, Mum," he chirped happily as he began to delicately open the letter, making sure not to tear the delicate parchment.

1 September 2009
Highlands of Scotland
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

"Rosier, Circe!"

With heart thumping hard against her ribcage, she thought for sure it would give out before she reached the chair with the tattered hat that talked. The hall was filled with elated students, eager to see who would soon be another member of their house. She could here student's making bets based on appearances and surnames. Briefly, Circe wondered what they thought of her.

The stool stood upon the stage like a foreboding beacon, daunting and inviting, like a strange contradiction. It took every ounce of strength she had to keep her legs from shaking as she mounted the steps. With shoulders thrown back and head held high, Circe tried to look every bit what a Roiser should, and when the hat was placed upon her head, covering her to the eyes, the only option she had was Slytherin, lest she face the same wrath her brother had when sorted into Ravenclaw.

"Cunning little thing are you?" Said a voice in her mind.

"Ambitious too, and your loyalty to your family name is nothing to sneeze at."

"There is kindness in your heart, though buried deep, and I sense a great deal of intelligence in you. Though there is only one house suited for a bright witch like you, yes..."

"I'm sure it'll have to be-

"SLYTHERIN!"

Again, Circe allowed herself a small smile and her shoulders, once a struggle to keep up, were now weightless with pride.

1 September 2009
Highlands of Scotland
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

"SLYTHERIN!" The hat cried out, causing a small smile to rush onto the face of the girl seated on the sorting stool. Wynn watched as she strutted over to the table, a proud look on her face as she sat down beside the two other first years who had been sorted before her.

"Sudrach, Wynnston!" His heart jumped in his chest as his name was called. Plastering a brave look on his face, the little russet haired boy stepped up to the stool and gingerly sat upon it. He exhaled deeply as the hat settled upon his head, feeling a sudden sense of calm settle over him. "Mmm, part of the Collins line, eh? Marie Collins was one of the most pure hearted students I've ever sorted, but it seems her son has surpassed even her good will. I know the perfect place to place you then. You'll do well at developing your compassion and loyalty there. I'm going to put you in-"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

A happy grin crossed the boy's face and with a skip in his step, he made his way over to the table bathed in cheering students wearing yellow and black. With a content sigh, he sat down next to the other first year who'd been sorted some time before him, flashing a cheerful smile.

"Hi, I'm Wynn Sudrach," he said, holding his hand out to the other boy.

"Teddy Lupin," the brown haired boy grinned. "You're hair's great, by the way. Mind if I borrow it?" To Wynn's complete shock, a russet color began to bleed into Teddy's locks until the shade matched his from root to tip.

"That's bloody amazing!" Wynn gaped while Teddy grinned proudly.

"It's something I got from my mum," he announced proudly before changing it again to a bright green.

With a grin and sparkle of happiness in his soft blue eyes, Wynn asked Teddy Lupin a very important question: "So, are you a quidditch fan?"