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Jackson opened his eyes the next morning only to find he was still trapped in his nightmare. Sighing he pulled the bottle green curtains away from around his bed and rubbed his eyes. The other boys were still sound asleep as he changed into his Slytherin robes and walked down into the common room. There were only a few older students awake at this time and he decided to head down to the great hall and eat early. The more he could avoid Jackson and his gang the better.

 

            When he entered the great hall he found it nearly empty as well, but a few students were sitting at the tables and chatting quietly. Some of them already had spell books propped up as they tried to get ahead of there classes (most of those with books open were Ravenclaw’s) He spotted Amy, who was sitting with a small group of other Ravenclaw girls. She smiled at him when she spotted him and he smiled back. Could I still be friends with her? Or does she even know what it means for someone to be in Slytherin? I bet one of her new friends will explain how all of them are selfish bastards to her… Sure enough after seeing her smile at him one of Amy’s friends began to whisper to her. And Amy had a confused look on her face, as though not understanding how Jackson could be in a house where only the mean went. Jackson looked down at his feet and sat at the Slytherin table. He piled his plate up with bacon, eggs and pancakes, then wolfed them down as though he meant to drown his misery with breakfast foods.

 

            His misery however, was not going to be drowned. When he looked up again he could see James who had already found himself a new group of friends, all of which were Gryffindor’s. James glared at Jackson again and he sunk into himself, he had no hope for regaining his friends any more. Maybe I should just tell the boys in my dormitory I was feeling sick last night and get them to be my mates. I’m sure they would buy it if I just acted mean every once and a while and made some rude comments about Hufflepuff’s being thick and Gryffindor’s being stuck up snobs.  Jackson sighed, but saw the other first year boys sit at his table. He shuffled over to them, and they welcomed him into the group. He almost found himself liking Jared (he soon learned that that was his actually name.) and the other boys, Hunter, Turner and Evan by the time they had finished their meal.

 

            All of the sudden owls came pouring into the now full great hall, dropping parcels in front of students who tore them open with bliss. Most of them received chocolates and such from proud parents. A small parcel was dropped in front of Jackson by an immense Great Horned owl that belonged to his parents. Jared and the others each got a package as well, and Jackson wasn’t surprised, all of their parents must be rich pure bloods as well.

 

            Jackson tore open the parcel, which contained a large amount of sweets and a letter from his mother and father. He pushed the candies aside, he and the others had all agreed to save treats that were received from home in the dormitory for a last sugar rush before bed, before unfolding the letter. Inside was neat handwriting, obviously his father’s.

 

Dear Jackson,

 

It has come to my attention that you have been sorted into Slytherin, and I would like to congratulate you. In the house of Slytherin I am sure you will meet the right kind of people, who will help you become successful later on in life. You don’t have to worry about dirty muggleborn’s there at least. However, Damian has sent me an owl saying he saw you hanging out with a Potter child on the train, and I advice you to avoid this boy at all costs. His lot are a bad influence to a fine young man such as yourself. Keep up the good work and make sure you get along with your head of house.

 

Love, your father

 

P.S. Your mother sends her love as well.

 

Jackson put the letter aside; he was still amazed at how formal his dad wrote in a letter to his youngest son.  Maybe being in Slytherin is for the best, I mean, what was so great about James and the others anyways? The other boys had all received letters from home as well and were just finishing them up around the same time as him. The head of Slytherin house (Professor Fellen) walked up and down the table, handing out the time tables for the year. A shiver ran down Jackson’s spin as the pale dark hair man walked by him, and he could tell Jared, Turner, Evan and Hunter were shaken up when he passed them. They all exchanged glances as he passed by but said nothing.

“Great, we have potions and transfiguration with the Gryffindor’s.” Evan said in an exasperated voice. Hunter rolled his dark brown eyes and sighed.

“Oh well, we don’t have to worry about them outshining us or anything” Jared stated and the others chuckled. “Come on, lets start heading down to the dungeons.” They all agreed and followed Jared down to the potions room.

* * *

             They were nearly at the class when Jared stopped abruptly. They all grunted as they ran into each other.

“What?” Jackson asked

“Gryffindor’s.” Jared answered “Come on, lets go cause them some mischief.” Hunter, Turner and Evan all agreed and they ran in behind the other first years.

“What’s up?” Jared asked them, and when they turned around Jackson noticed it was none other then James and his friends. The blood drained from his face and he tried to hide himself from James’ view. Which was hard when you were almost a foot taller then all the others and broader at the shoulders.

“Nothing.” James replied, he had obviously spotted Jackson at this point, and was walking away.

“Hey, did I say you could go?” Jared demanded, walking after him, the other Slytherin boys backed him up. James didn’t turn around and Jared pulled out his wand, then said a curse that Jackson didn’t catch. James’ bag split open and all his books, quills and ink fell to the ground in a clatter. The ink bottles broke, leaking over all of his new books. James pulled out his wand and ran at Jared, but his friends held him back and Hunter and the others stood menacingly behind Jared, as though daring him to try anything. James kneeled to pick up his stuff and the Slytherin’s walked off, all of them laughing to themselves.

 

            Some of the other Gryffindor’s knelt down to help James, but he told them not to wait up for him and that he’d meet them in class. Jackson lingered behind, then went over and picked up one of James’ textbooks. The green eyed boy gave him a dirty look before snatching the book away. Jackson looked down at his feet and walked off, James obviously had no desire to be his friend anymore. He hastened his stride a bit to catch up to his new friends, leaving James alone to clean up the mess.

 

Jackson opened his eyes the next morning only to find he was still trapped in his nightmare. Sighing he pulled the bottle green curtains away from around his bed and rubbed his eyes. The other boys were still sound asleep as he changed into his Slytherin robes and walked down into the common room. There were only a few older students awake at this time and he decided to head down to the great hall and eat early. The more he could avoid Jackson and his gang the better.

 

            When he entered the great hall he found it nearly empty as well, but a few students were sitting at the tables and chatting quietly. Some of them already had spell books propped up as they tried to get ahead of there classes (most of those with books open were Ravenclaw’s) He spotted Amy, who was sitting with a small group of other Ravenclaw girls. She smiled at him when she spotted him and he smiled back. Could I still be friends with her? Or does she even know what it means for someone to be in Slytherin? I bet one of her new friends will explain how all of them are selfish bastards to her… Sure enough after seeing her smile at him one of Amy’s friends began to whisper to her. And Amy had a confused look on her face, as though not understanding how Jackson could be in a house where only the mean went. Jackson looked down at his feet and sat at the Slytherin table. He piled his plate up with bacon, eggs and pancakes, then wolfed them down as though he meant to drown his misery with breakfast foods.

 

            His misery however, was not going to be drowned. When he looked up again he could see James who had already found himself a new group of friends, all of which were Gryffindor’s. James glared at Jackson again and he sunk into himself, he had no hope for regaining his friends any more. Maybe I should just tell the boys in my dormitory I was feeling sick last night and get them to be my mates. I’m sure they would buy it if I just acted mean every once and a while and made some rude comments about Hufflepuff’s being thick and Gryffindor’s being stuck up snobs.  Jackson sighed, but saw the other first year boys sit at his table. He shuffled over to them, and they welcomed him into the group. He almost found himself liking Jared (he soon learned that that was his actually name.) and the other boys, Hunter, Turner and Evan by the time they had finished their meal.

 

            All of the sudden owls came pouring into the now full great hall, dropping parcels in front of students who tore them open with bliss. Most of them received chocolates and such from proud parents. A small parcel was dropped in front of Jackson by an immense Great Horned owl that belonged to his parents. Jared and the others each got a package as well, and Jackson wasn’t surprised, all of their parents must be rich pure bloods as well.

 

            Jackson tore open the parcel, which contained a large amount of sweets and a letter from his mother and father. He pushed the candies aside, he and the others had all agreed to save treats that were received from home in the dormitory for a last sugar rush before bed, before unfolding the letter. Inside was neat handwriting, obviously his father’s.

 

Dear Jackson,

 

It has come to my attention that you have been sorted into Slytherin, and I would like to congratulate you. In the house of Slytherin I am sure you will meet the right kind of people, who will help you become successful later on in life. You don’t have to worry about dirty muggleborn’s there at least. However, Damian has sent me an owl saying he saw you hanging out with a Potter child on the train, and I advice you to avoid this boy at all costs. His lot are a bad influence to a fine young man such as yourself. Keep up the good work and make sure you get along with your head of house.

 

Love, your father

 

P.S. Your mother sends her love as well.

 

Jackson put the letter aside; he was still amazed at how formal his dad wrote in a letter to his youngest son.  Maybe being in Slytherin is for the best, I mean, what was so great about James and the others anyways? The other boys had all received letters from home as well and were just finishing them up around the same time as him. The head of Slytherin house (Professor Fellen) walked up and down the table, handing out the time tables for the year. A shiver ran down Jackson’s spin as the pale dark hair man walked by him, and he could tell Jared, Turner, Evan and Hunter were shaken up when he passed them. They all exchanged glances as he passed by but said nothing.

“Great, we have potions and transfiguration with the Gryffindor’s.” Evan said in an exasperated voice. Hunter rolled his dark brown eyes and sighed.

“Oh well, we don’t have to worry about them outshining us or anything” Jared stated and the others chuckled. “Come on, lets start heading down to the dungeons.” They all agreed and followed Jared down to the potions room.

* * *

             They were nearly at the class when Jared stopped abruptly. They all grunted as they ran into each other.

“What?” Jackson asked

“Gryffindor’s.” Jared answered “Come on, lets go cause them some mischief.” Hunter, Turner and Evan all agreed and they ran in behind the other first years.

“What’s up?” Jared asked them, and when they turned around Jackson noticed it was none other then James and his friends. The blood drained from his face and he tried to hide himself from James’ view. Which was hard when you were almost a foot taller then all the others and broader at the shoulders.

“Nothing.” James replied, he had obviously spotted Jackson at this point, and was walking away.

“Hey, did I say you could go?” Jared demanded, walking after him, the other Slytherin boys backed him up. James didn’t turn around and Jared pulled out his wand, then said a curse that Jackson didn’t catch. James’ bag split open and all his books, quills and ink fell to the ground in a clatter. The ink bottles broke, leaking over all of his new books. James pulled out his wand and ran at Jared, but his friends held him back and Hunter and the others stood menacingly behind Jared, as though daring him to try anything. James kneeled to pick up his stuff and the Slytherin’s walked off, all of them laughing to themselves.

 

            Some of the other Gryffindor’s knelt down to help James, but he told them not to wait up for him and that he’d meet them in class. Jackson lingered behind, then went over and picked up one of James’ textbooks. The green eyed boy gave him a dirty look before snatching the book away. Jackson looked down at his feet and walked off, James obviously had no desire to be his friend anymore. He hastened his stride a bit to catch up to his new friends, leaving James alone to clean up the mess.

 

 

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