Mark Obsidian: the Son of Voldemort

Chapter VII: Hogsmead

Mark studied everything he could from the field guide, and continued on with his lessons. So far his favorite subject was Charms. He was able to do more spells than D.A.D.A. Would allow him to this year. However, there is the matter of professor Umbridge, not that she deserves that title, that makes his first year uneasy, there are times where she finds him suspicious, at this rate Mark prays that she doesn't get on to him. It was now 5:30, time to meet Liam at the Three Broomsticks, which was located in Hogsmead, a local town not too far from Hogwarts, where students usually come to in their free time, mostly the weekends, wether it's for sweets at honey dukes, or butter beer at the Three Broomsticks. Speaking of three broomsticks, Mark arrives at a cabin like pub, the area smelled like butterscotch, and the atmosphere felt comforting. He then sees Liam and Don sitting at the bar area, waiting on their new friend to arrive. Liam had his suitcase next to him, as Don drew on his sketchbook.

"There he is, man of the hour." Said Liam raising his glass of butter beer, Mark walks towards them. "Welcome to the three broomsticks!"

"The three broomsticks?" Mark asked. "Why do they call it that?" Liam then points out a rail of brooms laying on the wall, as you may have guessed, there were three of them. "That makes sense." He says as they sit at the bar.

"So, anything interesting happen recently?" Asked Liam. "Anything to do with Hermione Granger?" He asked with a grin.

"Okay really?" Asked Mark, unamused.

"I'm just saying, you gotta be careful, gryffindor and slytherins don't usually get along much," said Liam.

"Ah, a forbidden romance, a tale as old as time." Don said as he sips his butter beer.

"We're just friends, plus it's literally my first day." Said Mark.

"Okay, not regarding you and granger, have you tried butterbeer yet?" Asked Liam.

"....what happens when I ask what that is?" Asked Mark nervously,

"Hey Madame rosmerta! We got a new one!" Yelled Don. A woman with curly, wavy blonde hair, wearing a brown furry robe, walks up to the two boys handing them their drinks. She eyes Mark.

"New student?" She asks.

"How did you-"

"The American accent gives it away." She said, she then hands him a pint of a golden brown like drink, which smells like that of the entire pub. "On the house." She said, Mark grabs the pint by the handle, and takes a sip.

"....this is the best thing that's ever existed." Said Mark. The two boys screamed cheerfully.

"Three more please! All separate of course!" Yelled Don. The boys then both laid two sickles each on the bar, Rosmerta collects them as she heads to the back. "So, who is Mark Obsidian? And what brings him to Hogwarts?" Don asked. Mark just looks at his remaining butter beer.

"That's a good question, I wish I knew the answer." Mark contemplated.

"Doesn't matter why, you're here, mate, we're happy to have you." Said Liam. Mark never heard such assurance from anyone else, It was at this moment, Mark found two people he could trust.

"Thanks guys, what about you Don? What's your story?" Mark asked.

"I come from a family of healers, but I want to be both that and an artist." Said Don. "I always wanted to make a portrait like the ones at hogwarts."

"Did you show him the one you made last year?" Asked Liam.

"Oh it's the greatest moment we've ever witnessed, you had to be there." Said Liam.

"What is it?" Asked Mark, now curious to what happened.

"Okay, so-" the conversation is cut short when a loud crash was heard, and another one, followed by a loud roar. "What was that?" He asked. The three guys look out at the window, they see a twelve foot mountain troll lurking around the village, swinging his giant wooden club, destroying everything in its path. It then sees the pub, charging towards it.