Octavia O'Conner's Story

Liam wasn't surprised. Every Porter who ever went under that hat seemingly became a Gryffindor. He was more worried about people knowing who he was. After all, his story made the front page twice. "Ministery Official's Death and Son barely survives after a few days alone in the snow filled forest" still rang into his ears from others voices, despite the lengthy name. It was a big story, his father dying, and Liam managing to reflect a curse out of pure luck. But to him, every time he heard was just another reminder his father was dead, and he watched it happen. His family was all affected, but he witnessed the death himself. And he was the closest with their father. It bothered him more then others. And people tended to treat you differently already when your mother was as high up in the Ministry as his.

That didn't mean he showed it though. He hid behind his normal self, full of jokes and courage and loyalty. As he sat down at the table around fellow Gryffindor's, a familiar face caught his attention. It was his brother, Daniel. "Welcome to the club Liam" he mentioned, messing up Liam's hair. Liam smiled somewhat, but also was annoyed.

"I thought I told you to stop doing that!" Liam mentioned, as his other brother Tristen added "Now you are stuck with us. Also means you can stop using my bed at home since you're here now".

Liam looked towards the other Gryffindor's nearby. "Please tell me they are less annoying here then at home. And Tristen, ground rule, no messing with me before a test or I start mentioning certain stories. Understood?" At least they stopped calling him "The Boy who Survived". Granted he did survive three days alone in the woods wounded, but he hated the idea of being like Harry Potter. While he did have this great history, Liam wasn't a big fan of that spotlight, and it implied he was prone to danger. Which, while he denied it, he was.

He just hoped the school year wouldn't be as disaster out, or that he would get so much "special treatment". But he would brave it all the same, no matter what.

(NPC Porters, activate! Anyways, if anyone wants to make one of them as an actual character I wouldn't mind).

(Also, the similarities between Porter and Potter is coincidental. I just noticed it myself in this post).

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Note~ Just to let ya'll know my NPC's are also active and have Fc's so their likely staying NPC's ^0^

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Shin stretched his legs after arriving to Hogwarts. It was a long ride and he was exhausted. He was dressed in his Slytherin robes, that seemed to hide his summer tan he received over vacation. In smooth strides he made his way alone in silence to the Great Hall, where he'd fill his stomach up with delicious food, of course after seeing what "New Meat" they had this year. Walking in he could already see the tables filling up. Some with friends, some with people he couldn't stand. He made his way to the Slytherin table and sat down letting his head rest in his hands. He was hungry, he was tired, and he resented the fact that Summer was over once more.

The chattering in the Hall died down as the doors opened, and the first years filed in. Lifting his head up he looked at the younger students to see if he knew any of them. He recognized some, but not many. There was however another Porter among the group. How fancy, now they seemed to be coming by the year. He shook his head, a smirk well defined on his face. Leaning back a ways he listened to the Hat sort everyone, even a few new students for Slytherin. "They won't make it, they look like their ears are about to fall off." He thought to himself shaking his head. He couldn't say much, he remembered being that young, though he wasn't terrified about magic or school or sorting or any of the sort, he felt as if he were born for it.

His stomach growling brought him out of his thoughts. He was starting to regret ignoring the food trolley on the train. His attention however went to Mathias, a fellow Slytherin, whose attention was on one of the first years, who was sorted into Hufflepuff. He perked a brow and smirked, he could get entertainment out of this. He watched out of curiosity at first, then it was over, just as soon as it started. What made it interesting was Kieran, he seemed to be very protective of the first year. He caught the boys glare and smirked only to keep eye contact and make sure that he looked smug about what happened. Shinta rested his face on his hand once more and just gave a tiny wave to Kieran, wiggling his fingers, almost as if he were mocking the boy. Shin could already tell, he'd have a fun year, that's for sure.

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Emma had been nervous since she had gotten off the boat. She was really there at Hogwarts. She was a Witch! She followed the rest of the first years into the school, her eyes wide with wonder. She whispered to the girl next to her, and the girl would whisper back. "I hope I get into a nice house, I heard that Slytherins were really snakes... do you think-" before she could even finish the giant oak doors opened up and everyone filed into the Great Hall, eyes on them. Emma's eyes were on all four tables and even the teachers table. She tried making mental notes about everything, but it was a lot to take in.
After all the sorting done, Emma sat on the stool and waited for her chance to be sorted into a house, a "family" so to speak. The hat spoke some gibberish she wasn't paying attention to on why she should be in this house or that house, in the end she became part of the Ravenclaw House. She took a deep breath, it wasn't as scary as she made it seem, sliding off the stool, she'd make her way over to her House table and take a seat with the people nearest her whispering small 'congrats' to her. She looked around to see where everyone else that had been standing with her had been sorted. Seemed everyone was sorted where they belonged, everyone was already fitting in and having a good time. I wonder if that's how I'll be next year or if I'll ever be that way again." she thought glumly to herself, seeing as she didn't have any "muggle" friends or any wizarding friends. At least she had her owl and her sister and father to write to.

As the Headmaster (or, who he suspected was the Headmaster) gave them a speech before telling the First Years to follow the Prefects, he couldn't help but feel happy knowing Winter was here with him. "I guess I will see you all there then". He told them as he walked towards the Prefects with the other First Years. He didn't like some of the looks he saw from the Slytherin Prefects, or from the their table. But he hated the whispers even more. He could hear them talking about him, and Liam knew it wasn't about Winter. It was about his father.

As he gathered with the other First Years and before they were all grouped into individual houses, he accidentally bumped into two of them. "Oh, Sorry" Liam mentioned to Octavia and Emma as Winter walked next to him. "Hi, my name is Liam. Liam Porter". He had also gotten his schedule out, looking at his classes. And what he saw made him be filled with dread, as his first class was History of Magic, by James Porter.

"Great. Just great. My first class is taught by my brother" he mentioned to himself out loud. "Well, I am officially convinced I am not surviving the year. Talk about being suffocated by your own family".

At least he had Winter with him.