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TITLE: James Potter and the Hall of Elders' Crossing
PERPETRATOR: G. Norman Lippert
SUE-O-METER:
(bad)
FULL NAME: James Potter, Zane Walker and Ralph Deedle
SPECIES: wizards
HAIR: not mentioned from what I can tell
EYES: not mentioned from what I can tell
MARKINGS: none
POSSESSIONS: James has an owl because his father thinks that is best. Zane has a cat despite the fact his parents are allergic to cats. Ralph has a fake wand despite the fact someone from the school would have been leading him around and he should have been able to tell rather soon that there was no magical properties.
CONNECTION TO CANON: James is starting his first year and angsting about how he won't fit in despite the fact he is elven years old. Quiditch tryouts have been changed to allow first years so he is also having angst problems about whether he can become a seeker like his father. They sneak out and play pranks on a Muggle farmer.
ORIGIN: James is Harry's son while Zame and Ralph are Muggle Born. I liked the fact Ralph's dad read the book about Hogwarts history despite being a Muggle, but there were a lot of mistakes in the entire series.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Apparently James isn't good at anything and he has a lot of angst for many pages and about whether he'll be good or not.
NOTES: I had problems getting past the first chapter on this one. The fanfic has walls of text at times and it takes a lot of liberties with canon getting small facts wrong.
SAMPLE:
Ted made a grunt of triumph and there was a loud click. “You’ll never guess where it was this time,”
he said, puffing from beneath the statue. With a grind of moving stone, the statue of St. Lokimagus
straightened up as much as his humped back would allow, stepped carefully off his plinth, and then walked across the corridor with a slightly bowlegged gait. He disappeared into the door opposite, which James saw was a boys’ bathroom.
“What’s his slogan mean?” James asked as the Gremlins began to duck hurriedly into the low
doorway on the back of St. Lokimagus’ plinth. Noah grinned and shrugged. “When you gotta go, you gotta go.”
The passage led to a short stairway with rounded stone steps. The Gremlins pounded noisily up the
steps, and then shushed each other as they reached a doorway. Ted creaked the door open a fraction, peering through the crack. A moment later he pushed the door wide and motioned for the rest to follow him outside.
The door opened inexplicably out of a small shed near what James recognized as the Quidditch pitch.
The tall grandstands rose into the moonlight, looking bleak and imposing in the silence.
“The passage only works one way,” Sabrina explained to James and Zane as the group ran lightly
across the Quidditch pitch toward the hills beyond. “If you go into it without having come through St.
Lokimagus’ tunnel first you just find yourself in the equipment shed. Pretty convenient, since it means that even if we get caught, nobody else can chase us back through the tunnel.”
“Have you gotten caught yet?” James asked, puffing along next to her.
“No, but this is the first time we’ve tried to use it. We only discovered it at the end of last year.” She
shrugged as if to say we’ll see how this turns out, won’t we?
Zane’s voice came out of the darkness behind James, conversationally. “What if St. Magic Buns gets
done with the loo before we all come back through his hole?” James shuddered at Zane’s turn of phrase, but admired his logic. It seemed like a question worth asking.
“That’s definitely a question for a Ravenclaw,” Noah called back as quietly as he could, but nobody
answered.
PERPETRATOR: G. Norman Lippert
SUE-O-METER:
(bad)
FULL NAME: James Potter, Zane Walker and Ralph Deedle
SPECIES: wizards
HAIR: not mentioned from what I can tell
EYES: not mentioned from what I can tell
MARKINGS: none
POSSESSIONS: James has an owl because his father thinks that is best. Zane has a cat despite the fact his parents are allergic to cats. Ralph has a fake wand despite the fact someone from the school would have been leading him around and he should have been able to tell rather soon that there was no magical properties.
CONNECTION TO CANON: James is starting his first year and angsting about how he won't fit in despite the fact he is elven years old. Quiditch tryouts have been changed to allow first years so he is also having angst problems about whether he can become a seeker like his father. They sneak out and play pranks on a Muggle farmer.
ORIGIN: James is Harry's son while Zame and Ralph are Muggle Born. I liked the fact Ralph's dad read the book about Hogwarts history despite being a Muggle, but there were a lot of mistakes in the entire series.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Apparently James isn't good at anything and he has a lot of angst for many pages and about whether he'll be good or not.
NOTES: I had problems getting past the first chapter on this one. The fanfic has walls of text at times and it takes a lot of liberties with canon getting small facts wrong.
SAMPLE:
Ted made a grunt of triumph and there was a loud click. “You’ll never guess where it was this time,”
he said, puffing from beneath the statue. With a grind of moving stone, the statue of St. Lokimagus
straightened up as much as his humped back would allow, stepped carefully off his plinth, and then walked across the corridor with a slightly bowlegged gait. He disappeared into the door opposite, which James saw was a boys’ bathroom.
“What’s his slogan mean?” James asked as the Gremlins began to duck hurriedly into the low
doorway on the back of St. Lokimagus’ plinth. Noah grinned and shrugged. “When you gotta go, you gotta go.”
The passage led to a short stairway with rounded stone steps. The Gremlins pounded noisily up the
steps, and then shushed each other as they reached a doorway. Ted creaked the door open a fraction, peering through the crack. A moment later he pushed the door wide and motioned for the rest to follow him outside.
The door opened inexplicably out of a small shed near what James recognized as the Quidditch pitch.
The tall grandstands rose into the moonlight, looking bleak and imposing in the silence.
“The passage only works one way,” Sabrina explained to James and Zane as the group ran lightly
across the Quidditch pitch toward the hills beyond. “If you go into it without having come through St.
Lokimagus’ tunnel first you just find yourself in the equipment shed. Pretty convenient, since it means that even if we get caught, nobody else can chase us back through the tunnel.”
“Have you gotten caught yet?” James asked, puffing along next to her.
“No, but this is the first time we’ve tried to use it. We only discovered it at the end of last year.” She
shrugged as if to say we’ll see how this turns out, won’t we?
Zane’s voice came out of the darkness behind James, conversationally. “What if St. Magic Buns gets
done with the loo before we all come back through his hole?” James shuddered at Zane’s turn of phrase, but admired his logic. It seemed like a question worth asking.
“That’s definitely a question for a Ravenclaw,” Noah called back as quietly as he could, but nobody
answered.