Salazar Lucilius, a pureblood from England, has been accepted into Hogwarts. How exactly will these next seven years of his life go? Herein lies adventure, action, and perhaps a bit of romance. This story will be the first part of a two, possibly three part fanfiction.

Salazar Lucilius: The Hogwarts Years

Chapter 1

Salazar Lucilius and his family lived in Royal Tunbridge Wells. His parents Victor and Persephone were both magic in nature, and Salazar was due to turn eleven today. His birthday party had been over for about two hours, and it was now time for bed. An hour ago, he'd gotten his acceptance letter from Hogwarts, and as he lay in bed trying to sleep, he heard his parents conversing.
"He's going to be a Slytherin, like his father," said Victor.
"Oh no, no, that's entirely wrong," Persephone countered. "He strikes me a bit harder as Ravenclaw material."
"I'm telling you, dear, he's going to be a Slytherin. Now go to sleep, we're keeping Salazar awake."
Salazar ran a hand through his brown hair and closed his green eyes before rolling over. Tomorrow would be a day for school shopping, he knew, and his father wouldn't be kept waiting.

The next day was indeed shopping day. After wolfing down his breakfast of pancakes and bacon, he and his father headed to Diagon Alley via side-along apparition, landing outside of Flourish and Blotts. "You nose around, son, while I handle your schoolbooks," he said. Salazar had just spotted a rather juicy book on curses when a girl his age almost ran into him.
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "Sorry, I'm just so excited for my first term! I bet I get sorted into Ravenclaw like my family always does. I'm Constance Havisham."
"Salazar Lucilius," Salazar replied. "My father's getting my books. His brother makes brooms, and whacking great ones at that!"
"Think you'll play quidditch?"
"If I can help it, I sure will!" Salazar replied enthusiastically. "My father wants me to be a Slytherin, and my mother thinks I'll be a Ravenclaw."
"Slytherin?" said Constance with a giggle. "Come on you're not that bad!"
"Connie, dear, we've got your books!" came a voice from the next aisle. "Oh," said the voice's owner. "And who's our friend?"

"I'm Salazar Lucilius."
"Ah yes… any relation to Vincent Lucilius?"
"He's my uncle," said Salazar.
"His brooms are fantastic! Granted, they're not firebolts, but they're good racing brooms all the same."
"We eat Cleansweeps for breakfast," Salazar said matter-of-factly, "and Nimbus steak twice a week at least."
The two shook hands. "I'm Lysander Havisham. This is my wife, Elizabeth. You already know Constance."
"She tells me you're all Ravenclaws."
"We've got about three Gryffindors in the family," said Elizabeth, "but it could be worse. They could be Slytherins."
Salazar chuckled. "Or they could go to some inferior school like Ilvermorny."
"Oh please, no!" said Constance. "At any rate, we should leave. I've got my wand already, cherry with a unicorn tail hair core, twelve inches, and whippy, thank you… but I still need my cauldron and robes. I hope to see you again."

"Alright, Salazar, we're leaving," said Victor, walking up while Salazar was starting to read the book he'd found. "Next stop is Ollivanders." They headed there, and when they arrived, Garrick Ollivander greeted them with a small smile. "Another first year," he said. "And what's this? Victor Lucilius, I presume? Cherry, ten inches, phoenix feather? Unyielding?"
"That's correct," said Victor, nodding.
"I remember every wand I've sold, Mister Lucilius, remember that now. This is your son?"
"That's right, here's Salazar. What can you do for him?"
"Here," said Ollivander. "Try this. Holly, nine inches. Unicorn tail hair core and springy."
Salazar gave the wand a wave. "No… that's not the right one. Try this." And so Salazar tried wand after wand. Twenty wands later, he'd found his match.
"There it is!" said Ollivander happily, clapping his hands together. "Thirteen inches, ebony… dragon heartstring core. Decently bouncy." Victor paid the wandmaker, and off they went to get the rest of Salazar's supplies.

"Mum says I'll be a Ravenclaw," said Salazar. "I overheard you last night."
"Oh don't listen to her, what's she know? You're a Slytherin, and don't you forget it!"
"Well, this girl I met's from a family of Ravelclaws," Salazar admitted. "Her name's Connie Havisham, and she…"
"Havisham!" said Victor, turning to his son. "Salazar, I want you to ingratiate yourself to these people, and I'll do the same. It's wise to have the Havishams on your side, son. Remember that."
Salazar smiled as they apparated home, and their mother greeted them with a steaming hot supper of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and spinach. "How was shopping?" she asked.
"Salazar ran into a Havisham," said Victor. "I'm telling you if we make friends with the Havishams, our fortune is made! Great people, they are!" Salazar was confused. What made the Havishams so monumental? He was certain to find out soon.