for those who are in it, this is a book following the story of Silas Saberton from the Pottermore RP. I have planned on writing this for years and send it to JK Rowling Herself and see if she would want to help me Co-Author the book with me.
But until that point my Fanpop and Deviantart friends will get a sneak peak!
Without further ado, I present the Slytherin Syndicate!
The Slytherin Syndicate
A Wizards Awakening
The storm over London seemed to increase in velocity, the winds getting stronger with each moment. Silas lay on his bed, which he turned to face his window, looking out as the Lightning would strike. He had always been enamored by storms; it seemed to him as nature’s way of reviving itself. He felt the storm and would find peace in its chaos.
Silas Saberton was the eleven year old kid that most parents wished they had. He did well in school, being the top of his class in Science and Math. To the Saberton family though, his biggest achievements also seemed to be the source of his mischievous behavior. Rachel Saberton had lost count of how many times he had fended off bullies with stink bombs, smoking chemicals or tricking them with fake coinage as lunch money. Robert Saberton, his father, thought these incidents were hysterical and would reward Silas for his deeds; his mother was not as patient with his antics.
Silas also spent a lot of time by himself. He was the only child of Robert and Rachel, and both were constantly busy with work. His father was a Traveling Salesman, and his mother was his at home office aid. This would mean his mother would be on the phone or computer all day as Silas had the home to himself until about eight each night.
This night was different than most. The storm came suddenly, as if provoked by some earthly event. As Silas stared through the window pane, he saw what seemed to be the Silhouette of a bird on the night sky. As it was flying, it looked as if it would go overhead when a stray bolt of unnatural green lightning hit the bird and it fell into the neighbor’s yard. Silas was in shock. He had never seen green lightning, and never has it struck so close to home. He ran outside, throwing on his coat as he was on the porch. When he got to the bird, an owl to be precise, he tried checking it for signs of life, but to his dismay the birds heart seemed to not take the impact and was dead.
He was about to head home with sadness filing his heart for seeing the last moments of this poor animal’s life, when something caught his eye. Clutched in the grips of the owl’s talon was an envelope, worn from age and the rain this bird weathered. Curiosity got the best of Silas, as he slipped the paper package from the grips of the animal corpse. He looked it over slowly, admiring the old fashioned wax seal on the envelope. It seemed something out of the books he read of Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. When he flipped it over however, he almost threw it to the ground when he saw what was written on the outside.
In green lettering, the envelope was addressed to Silas himself.
Dinner at the Saberton home was awkward to say the least. No one spoke, the only sound was the silverware against the plates, and the noise of his father’s obnoxious chewing. Swallowing down a piece of chicken, Silas finally brought up,
“Have either of you heard about a place called Hogwarts?” Instantly the demeanor of both of his parents changed from weariness to shock.
“Where did you learn that name?” Mrs. Saberton asked, somewhat in a hushed tone. Silas felt inclined to show them the letter, the green writing and seal, but instead he decided to keep the names Origin a secret.
“I overheard it at school, and wondered what it may be” he replied, trying to mask the true reasoning from his parents.
“They said it was some school for witches and wizards, do they really exist?”
“Do what really exist” was Mr. Saberton’s response
“Wizards, Magic, Spells, does this all exist?” Silas asks once more, getting slightly frustrated at his father.
This time there was no response from his parents, the rest of the dinner was finished in silence. Silas knew that this existed, and he assumed that his parents knew about it as well, but he was going to find out. Silas always found out. Once he set his mind to the task there would be nothing to hold him back.
Silas was going to attend this Hogwarts School even if he died trying.
the Man with the Broomsticks
After the rest of an uneventful evening, with no more words from his parents about magic, Silas went to his room. After that night, an uneventful week pasted. He had tried to get more information from his parents about this Hogwarts School with each passing day, but they had been silent more than ever. He knew for some reason, they were keeping secrets from him, and in his true fashion, he would get to the bottom of this.
Silas’ alarm clock went off at its usual time on a Tuesday morning, and as soon as he turned it off there was a knock at the door. He got up and went to the door, not caring to change out of his pajamas. He fiddled with his hair a bit before he turned the doorknob and swing the door open. A young man no older than thirty five stood on the porch. He was holding a broom in each hand, and smelled a bit like he had been mulching a garden and forgot to shower.
“Hullo, I’m Mr. Longbottom, I am a door-to-door broom salesman. Can I come in to show you some of my wares?” said the stranger. At first Silas did not know how to respond, his body was awake but his mind was still struggling to really recognize what was going on.
“I will need to check with my mother first, and she is on the phone” Silas said with his full Scottish accent, he had spent his early years in Scotland, but when they moved to Bromley, the school kids would tease him relentlessly about it. He taught himself how to cover it for the most part, but in shocking moments like this it would come out. As for what he said to the man was the truth, but it was more in the attempt to get this disheveled man of his porch. The name Longbottom had seemed peculiar though, it had a familiar feel to it, as if from a memory of sorts.
“That is no matter Silas, I actually came to talk to you, may I come in?” the man said with a smile. Silas stood in shock, his mind now working double-time to make up for the weariness a couple moments ago, not only had this man persisted to stay, but he called him by name. How did this man know his name?
“I am sorry I do not let strangers into my house” Silas retorted, he was about to shut the door when the man started to walk away. Luckily curiosity got the best of Silas, he whipped the door open again and called out after him, “I don’t remember giving you my name”
“That is because Headmistress McGonagall told me” he said, then he saw it. He saw on this man’s jacket it had a logo, in fact the exact logo on the wax seal that was on his letter. All of the sudden the memories of a day past flashed through his mind. A Mr. Neville Longbottom signed the letter he received what seemed eons ago. “May I enter?” Silas just nodded his head and let him in the house.
“Silas, I am so glad you have answered the door, I cannot tell you how overjoyed I am. I want to let you know first of all, I am not really a Broom Salesman”
“Yeah I guessed that much.” Silas said with his Scottish accent peaking out a bit, “you smell like a cabbage patch”
“I actually take that as a compliment, I am the Herbology Teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” Mr. Longbottom explained.
“So is really there? That letter was not just some bogus joke” Silas had never doubted the validity of the letter he had obtained. He just needed it to be confirmed in his own mind that he had made up the whole thing.
“No, it was not. I am actually glad to hear you got it, your owl never came back, and we had feared the worst.” The man let off a sigh of relief.
“Well the bird died actually, a crossed the street. I got the letter from there. Some green lightning or something hit it”
“Or something” the man said wearily, he paused for but a moment before continuing, “Silas, I am actually hear to take you to grab your school supplies. These brooms actually are enchanted not only for flight, but to be invisible along with its user. I will take you to where you can get all you need for school this year and then find you a place to stay until school starts.”
“Why cant my parent’s take me? Would it be to much of a hassle to take a taxi?” Silas asked, millions of questions were flooding his mind, but those ones seemed to have slipped out through his mouth.
“It is difficult to reach this place, yes, and just trust me when I say your parents would prefer it this way. All will be explained shortly. But I need you to pack your bags. You will not be coming home until the end of the School year, understood?” Silas just slowly nodded his head. His parents knew! They purposefully kept this world a secret from him, and now they are not going to introduce him to it? Let alone say goodbye. He ran upstairs, pack a trunk or two, then headed back down to see what was next.
“Good, also do you have your key necklace?” Silas pulled it out from under his shirt, it was given to him by his father as a gift for giving a schoolyard bully a handful of penny slugs instead of his actual lunch money. His father stressed the importance of never losing this little golden key and to make sure he always had it with him.
“Alright, now put your trucks in my backpack and then I will teach you how to fly.” Silas looked at him with a face of befuddlement, how was he to fit two full sized trucks into Mr. Longbottom’s backpack
“I’d be lucky to get one in there,” he said hoisting his trunk over the small opening, but as it dropped in, the trunk shrunk in size until it was no bigger than a Matchbox.
“A Friend of mine years ago made that for me, very clever, now hurry up with the second one.” He spoke out loud. After the trunk was inside, Silas noticed that Mr. Longbottom was visibly nervous about what was about to happen. “To be honest it has taken me years to learn how to fly, so if you cant we have another way to our location.” He said, heading into the backyard. Silas looked behind him as he stood at the back door, he was about to leave home for the first time in his eleven year old life. For some reason though, it was a feeling of excitement rather than fear. Silas knew as he took a step outside his life would never be the same.
Silas headed down and took one of the brooms from the man. He looked it over, and over, and over once more. It did not look like any broom he had used in his life. The handle took a weird bend as if they were made just to fit a rider on it. There were metal pieces that came off of opposite sides which reminded him of a motorcycle foot pegs. He saw how Mr. Longbottom got on and tried to copy it.
“So Professor Longbottom … “
“Neville, you can call me Neville until we get to school.”
“Ok Neville, so how do you control these things?” Silas asked, there was no clear indicator of what to do, and there was certainly no instruction manual
“Oh yeah, forgot you have never used a broom before. It works mostly off of the momentum of your weight, put it more towards the front of the handle to go faster, toward the twigs to go slower, and right and left are self-explanatory.” He said, then thought for a second if there was anything else to it. “Also when you are in the air, you need to pull the handle up or down to change your altitude”
Silas was trying to get his head around all of the new instructions he was told. It seemed very simple, but could he remember it when he needed to, finally he watched Neville Kick off the ground, and he stayed at a good two feet off the ground, just hovering. Silas tried the same, and went a little higher than that.
“That’s good Silas, now press that button on the Handle to activate the Cloaking Device.” He also tossed him a pair of goggles, “these will allow you to see us when we are both invisible.” Silas did as he was told, and instantly the broom seemed to vanish. Before he lost sight of his own body he whipped on the goggles and could suddenly see this broom and Neville again. The feeling was outstanding. Being lighter than air on a broomstick, Silas never could have imagined being able to do this just a few hours ago.
As Neville kept talking about safety precautions, he decided to test it out, he leaned heavily forward and took off like a rocket. He ascended over the gate of his house and went straight in the air, letting the wind brush his face and the momentum enfold him in rapture. He let the broom stop and plummeted back down in a spiral and pulled out of it when he was right behind Neville. The invisibility wore off and he was all grins from the sudden exhilaration.
“Quite a natural, aren’t you? Alright, the cloak only works for three minutes each time you press the button, so a good five taps will get us where we need to go. You ready?” Neville explained, and Silas could only nod, filled with excitement of what was in store.
As the started to ascend and were about to press the cloaking device again, Silas’ Father and Mother suddenly ran outside. He half expected them to yell at him to come back down and leave the strange man alone, but what they did was a surprise. They waved as they left, and a single glint of sunlight reflected off a tear rolling down his mother’s face. This was all so sudden, Silas did not know how to react, He was angry that they had tried keeping a secret from them, but just as glad they were permitting him to leave. He decided to wave back until they were far out of sight.
Once in the air, Silas found the temptation to barrel ahead of the professor and push his flying limits, but was told there would be a time and place for that later. Instead he gently followed Neville at a peaceful gliding pace. The scene of being above London felt spectacular. How J. M. Barrie must have felt what it was like to fly over the London Bridge and Big Ben, and here Silas was experiencing it. Euphoria fully surrounded him as this first taste of magic, that he was actually saddened by the words to start to touch down. It appeared like they were going to land on top of the rooftops of a metro area, when the building in front of him seemed to split open from the top. Creating a new street and a strange part of London he had never seen, the buildings were lopsided, off center, and most of all, colorful. As they landed he tried looking for a street sign, but there was not a car in sight, let alone street names.
Neville leaned over and gently exclaimed. “Welcome to Diagon Alley.”