Ebony ~ D.M.

II

As our tiny main character awoke in Madame Pomfrey's office, there were shouts from multiple people. James blinked and his eyes reverted back to their chocolate-y brown state. 

The boy rubbed the sleep away from his eyes, composed himself, and looked up to see Professors Snape, McGonagall, Dumbledore, Madame Pomfrey, and three boys staring at him -- some in fear, some in respect. 

Some in admiration.

"Where am I?" James asked, attempting to raise himself up on stick thin arms. The muggle adoption homes never did feed him much. Snape rushed to his side and- after a nod from James telling him  it was okay- pushed the boy back down in bed.

"Mr Black, I suggest you get some rest. You'll be put through a series of tests through the next few days to find out exactly what kind of creature you are. You'll need your rest. As an uprising candidate for the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, I'll-" Snape was then cut off by a more timid voice.

"As the current  P-Professor for Defense Against the D-Dark Arts, I will be testing y-young James to see what e-exactly is going on. Unless, o-of course, our little e-experiment himself would like to give some i-input." Quirrell said. All eyes landed upon James' face.

 He gulped and looked in between his options. Professor Snape looked angry and conniving at most times, yet the air around Professor Quirrell gave James a chill to the bone, one that he had only felt once before. James closed his eyes, and everybody prepared themselves for another supernatural episode.

"I choose Professor Snape. When will we begin, sir?" James asked politely, not paying attention to the look of shock and anger on Quirrell's face. Snape's features relayed the same shock, but a tiny glimpse of a smirk could be seen as he answered.

"Tomorrow. Rest up, Mr Black." Snape nodded at the young boy in secret excitement as he and all of the others left him in the infirmary. Once Snape was alone in his classroom, he let a small smile appear on his face. 

'Perhaps Jameson Black is nothing like his father.'  

***

It was the first day of classes. At least, for a certain young magical creature, it was.

James woke up in a cold sweat, yet again. The night his mother died replayed in his head over and over again. It haunted him to his core. He could still hear the blood-curdling scream before Voldemort--

"Mr Black, are you feeling okay? You look a little shaken up." Madame Pomfrey walked over to him and felt his forehead. He pushed her hand away and glared. 

"I'm fine. May I go to my dorm room, please?" James asked stoically. Madame Pomfrey nodded slowly. James got up, bowed respectfully to the healer, and left for the Hufflepuff dorms. On the way there, whilst running through the hallways, James ran into something hard and warm.

"What where you're going, Potter, you-- Oh. It's you." Malfoy glared into James' soul. "Jameson Harold Black. You and Potter are the new celebrities. Congratulations." Malfoy sarcastically spat at James, who was still on the floor.

"Just James, please. I'm sorry, but I don't think I've seen you before." James got up off of the floor and politely stuck his hand out to Draco.

"As if I would shake your dirty mudblood hand, Jameson." Malfoy scoffed and walked away, leaving James' hand hanging in the awkward atmosphere that was his life. James rolled his eyes and walked away. That boy was a jerk, and jerks didn't deserve his time, he decided. 

'I will never be friends with that blonde prat.'

James finally got to the Hufflepuff common room, only to run into yet another person. This time, instead of falling to the ground, a large hand wrapped itself around James' wrist and saved him from a collision with the yellow and black carpet. James looked up to find a tall- vErY tall boy with dirty blonde hair and blueish eyes staring back down at him. The tall boy smiled and pulled the smaller boy up. They dusted themselves off, and with a blush on his face, James began to speak.

"Sorry, I swear I'm accident prone. I wasn't looking where I was going. I'm James." James stuck out his hand, but realised halfway through these actions that he could very well end up exactly like the other guy he ran into. He pulled his hand away just as the tall boy went to grab his. It went on like an awkward tug of war until they finally fist-bumped. They both blushed from how awkward their failed handshake was, but the tall boy spoke, disturbing the silence that consumed them.

"I'm Cedric, Cedric Diggory." The tall-- Cedric smiled at James. "I wasn't looking where I was going either, sorry. I heard you're just starting your first year?" 

"Y-yeah. Yeah, I just got here. Actually, breakfast starts now, right?" James asked, changing the subject. Why did people know who he was?

"Oh! Yes it is. Would you like to walk to the Great Hall together?" Cedric asked. James nodded and the two walked to the Great Hall together, chatting about random things. James' mouth watered at the sight of the huge buffet and he immediately started digging into the fruit salad. Cedric laughed at him.

"You're only eating fruit?" A confused smile found itself upon Cedric's features. The smaller Hufflepuff nodded and continued shoveling kiwi into his face.

"I only eat fruits and veggies." James said proudly. It took a lot of resistance for him to stick to his diet. Especially with the smell of that bacon over there.

"So you're a vegetarian?" Cedric asked. James shook his head.

"I'm a vegan. It's like an extreme vegetarian. I don't eat, drink, or use animal products unless required to." Cedric laughed at this and shook his head.

"I could never stick to that." He bit into a piece of crunchy bacon and James laughed again. He felt eyes on the back of his head, but when he turned around, he only found the Gryffindor table. He shivered and went to dig in on some pineapple.

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So I maaaay have changed the last chapter to fit this storyline. I have a splendid plan for this book series.