Well, I finally decided to make an account here and post some writing. Just for clarity, "Noma" is a variation of the word "No-Maj", meaning a non-Wizard. Credit for the word goes to a user on the Harry Potter reddit. Also, I do not own or claim to own any of the Harry Potter works. They belong to J.K Rowling. If someone wants to teach me how to make better disclaimers, just PM me or say so in a review. So, I hope you enjoy chapter one, titled:

The Temporary Home

The farmland stretched out for what felt like forever as Riker stood in the back of the small, navy colored truck. He remembered sourly how Mister Bert had convinced his wife to let him ride in the back. He tried to stand on his toes to get a better look at what was way down below, but the Stickfast Hex held. Riker inwardly groaned.

'Do they think I'll try to jump out or something? I'm not stupid.' He thought. Of course, when the truck was flying way above the ground, jumping out would be quite deadly compared to jumping out of a Noma truck. He sighed and turned his head to look behind at he and his sister Opal's trunks. They were small and well worn, with patches that their mother had charmed to stick on to the trunks, and extension charms to make the insides bigger than they really were. Riker thought back to the time he had wanted to ask his father if using the extension charm was bad.

'I read that a half-blood invented the extension charm, and you said half-bloods never make any good spells. So why do we use the extension charm on our trunks?' Riker played out what wanted to ask his father before his nerve had failed him. 'Oh well. Maybe the book was wrong anyway. Dad wouldn't lie to us.' Riker thought before looking at the front of the truck. There was Mister Bert, his wife Miss Audrey, and Opal sitting in the front of the truck.

'How long until we reach this place?' Riker thought impatiently. Mister Bert said their home would be modest, and not to expect anything too magical. Riker scoffed. How could a witch and wizard-even Noma-born ones-want to live in a plain house? A few minutes later, Riker felt the truck begin to make its descent. He leaned over the edge of the truck as far as he could with the sticking charm to look for he and his sister's temporary home. As the truck went further down, Riker saw that a plain white farmhouse seemed to be where they were headed. Riker could see a lot of windows and wondered how they hid from Nomas with all of those windows into their house. Back home, Riker's parents had their windows removed with magic.

Upon further inspection, Riker saw a forest that was practically in the backyard of the house. Its trees were lush with vivid green leaves that signaled the beginning of summer. Riker marveled at the forest for a moment before remembering that he was not supposed to enjoy any part of his time here. After all, it was only temporary. Their parents would come and get them soon. They had to.

Then, something caught Riker's eye as the truck made a slight turn to land on a plain, gray piece of concrete. What looked like a plain shed that was behind the house from the truck, had transformed into a shed that had been magically changed. There were what seemed to be rooms added on magically, as they were jutting out of the base of the shed. But what caught Riker's eye the most was a metal tower that looked like it has burst out of the roof. There was a small, closed window at the top of the tower, made of colored glass.

Riker's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the truck's doors opening. He saw his sister get out with a deep frown on her face. He was about to go attempt to comfort her, but remembered that his feet were stuck by the Stickfast Hex. Mister Bert came out of the truck next. He went over to Riker, smiled, and took out his wand from the sleeve of his shirt.

"Finite." He said, undoing the Stickfast Hex on Riker's feet. Riker then got out of the back of the truck. He looked at Mister Bert and then at the tower.

"I work in there." He began to explain. "I do metal and glass work, making windows, cauldrons, stuff like that. Of course, making all of that can be dangerous sometimes. So it's best that you and Opal stay out of there unless me or my wife is with you." He seemed to hesitate before patting Riker on the shoulder. "Let's get your stuff and go inside."

Riker nodded before he climbed back into the back of the truck and grabbed his trunk, hauling it out of the back. Mister Bert asked if he needed help carrying it, but Riker shook his head. He looked at Opal and his eyes widened. Her usually pale face was red and scrunched up, and her brown eyes were filled with tears as she looked at the house. Riker dropped his trunk and ran over to try and comfort her. He wanted to tell her that it would be alright, that they would be reunited with their parents soon.

But before he could get to her, Opal sobbed and ran away. She didn't seem to know where she was going. Riker quickly ran after her. He could vaguely hear someone-maybe Miss Audrey-shout, but Riker couldn't think about that.

"Opal! Wait!" He shouted, trying to keep up with her. He saw that she was heading for the forest near the backyard. He heard someone-no, Miss Audrey shouting something, but he couldn't tell what she was shouting. "Opal!" He shouted again as she ran past the large trees and into the beginning of the forest. He ran past the same trees in his pursuit of his sister. He continued to run, not losing sight of her until she tripped over something and like that, disappeared.

"Oh no…" Riker muttered before yelling his sister's name again.

'She just disappeared! Did she apparate? She's nine! How could she do that?' Riker thought frantically. He then looked down and realized that there was no path. How was he going to get out and look for help? His eyes began to tear up.