Appearances Can Be Deceiving: behind the magic of Harry Potter.

A collection of one-shots from Hogwarts.

(Fair warning, this came from the deepest, darkest pits of my morbid mind at midnight. It's a bunch of(usually) gory, horrific, and disturbing scenarios/ideas I thought of. Some exceptions though. Most will be incomplete and won't make sense. Anyone can copy or use these as inspiration, I don't care. But it IS nice to be mentioned, yeah? Also, if you're wondering why i wrote this? what kind of sick person am i to entertain these? well i don't know myself, but it's better, i think, to get them out of your head, than to keep them bottled up till they drive you mad.)

PLEASE NOTE THAT I DID NOT WRITE THE FIRST ONE ENTIRELY. MOST OF IT BELONGS TO LITTLE HELP FROM A SNAKE, BY ONXYJAY(though i did change it a bit to make sense) SORRY, BUT IM TOO BUSY TO THINK OF EVERY SENTENCE.


A giant hairy man was guiding students off the train. "C'mon, follow me- any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!"

The first years followed him down a narrow path. Hardly anyone spoke.

"Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," Hagrid called over his shoulder, "jus' round this bend here."

There was a loud "Oooooh!" as they came to a stop. The path had opened up to the edge of a lake.

"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Children climbed into them almost without hesitation, except for one distracted boy.

"Everyone in?" shouted Hagrid, who had a boat to himself. The boy was just putting his leg in- "Right then- FORWARD!" Luckily, the motion pulled him into the boat rather than out in the waters. In the dark sky of dusk, the water was a frigid and unforgiving abyss, ready to swallow you whole as long as you so much as looked at it. Things lingered in that lake, things that could silence you in an instant.

The boats began to move forward, though no one could see what propelled them.

"Heads down!" yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff; they all bent their heads, except for one distracted, unnoticed boy, and the little boats carried most of them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. The whispers and chattering of curious children cover up odd sounds. Perhaps the squid was messing about by splashing. All but one were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking the remaining right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbor, where they clambered out onto rocks and pebbles. Pity they don't do headcounts.

They clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid's lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle.

The majority left climbed up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, oak front door.

Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.

A black-haired witch with emerald-green robes opened the door to greet them.

"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.

"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take this part from here."

Funny thing, when a student refuses admission to Hogwarts, or perhaps can no longer attend, the sorting roster automatically eliminates their name from the sorting list. Only the Sorting Hat recalls the anomalies of missing names. But, it is a rather old thing, the Hat, so who is to say it's not just imagining it?