unknown-for now...
by:moolightbear
author's notes: if you are a harry potter fan, please give me ideas on who would be what teachers!! thanks... WARNING: SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HOLLOWS! some character mentioned are from the last book and i don't want to ruin it but the time line cuts in to it... only characters not full plot of the 7th book... now here's the short time line, so you'll know...
1981- harry potter is 1yrs old and his parents are killed...
1997- harry's seventh year at hogwarts...
2007- Alan starts school...
2010- thunderbird movie takes place...
summary: Mr. A Tracy-- Third bedroom on the right, on the third floor, Tracy Island in the South Pacific- OR- Tracy Industries, Penthouse suite on the 89th floor, bedroom on your second left, New York City, NY... mild spoilers in future charapters of HP&TDH
chapter 1: media mail, interveiw mail, publicity mail... and this can go in that pile too...
It was the middle of July and all was great. Both Alan and Gordon were home for summer break, International Rescue had been active for nearly 6 months, and Jeff was walking out to the pool to join his youngest sons while he took a short break from paper work. Alan sat on the seat of the second pool, while he watched his brother do laps. Jeff sat down beside Alan and said, "He's getting quite good, huh."
"Yeah, dad, he wants to try for pre-olympics this year! He'll definitly get in!"
"I agree!"
Dinner that night was pleseant enough, the usual banter and teasing of course, but the teasing is always what got out of hand. "Why do you ALWAYS bring that up, i don't know what happened! No one does, it just did and they blamed me!"
"Alan calm down, boys," Jeff said turning to his other sons, "Leave that alone, understood."
"Why? Its not like that was the first time it happen." Virgil replied. "There's the Math graffiti-"
"The library collapes-" Gordon offered.
"The roof accident-" Scott chimed in.
"And the last semester, the science boom... The things you were messing with wouldn't have been explosive no matter how you combined it!" Gordon laughed.
"I'm not hungry anymore!" Alan threw his plate down hard on the table, just to show how upset he was and stamped up the stairs.
"I told you boys no more! Once you're done with dinner go to the junk yard and start organizing and cleaning."
"But dad its junk!!"
"Doesn't matter son... Now get to it!" Jeff left the table and headed to Alan's room. Jeff knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Came a small voice.
"Dad," Jeff said opening the door.
Alan sat with his knees to his chest at the head of the bed... "I really didn't do those things dad." He said, in a little but pressing voice. "I don't know why they happen or how it happens they just do..."
"I don't know what to believe Alan, but the way your brothers were acting was wrong and they're being punished, ok?" Alan gave alittle nod...
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The next morning was mail day... "Publicity, media, media," Jeff was seprating them in to piles... boys, bills, media, and junk... "Bill, junk, publicity, interveiws(no thank you), bill, Scott, bill, junk, junk, junk, Virgil, Virgil, Alan, junk, bill, media, media, publicity, Gordon, bill, bill, and lastly... what's this?" Jeff looked at a strange envolope, on the back it was just sealed with wax stamp, and the front read as follows::
Mr. A Tracy
Third bedroom on the right, on the third floor
Tracy Island in the South Pacific
-OR-
Industries, Penthouse suite on the 89th floor
bedroom on your second left
New York City, NY
"A? Alan maybe? Let's see..." Jeff opened the last letter and read it briefly. "A sick joke!" he said in disgust and threw the letter into the now mixed pile of media and junk mail... He took them to the shedder and drop them all in. As he turned around the last letter was still on his desk, he picked up and threw it into the shredder again... He turned again and the letter was still there, it was starting to freak him out abit. This continued for a total of 7 times.
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The next day as Jeff entered, with his coffee in hand, his office to sort and take care of the bills, at the top of the small pile was two letter of the same strange envolope... fustrated he put each of them through the shredder again and again and again... A total of 14 tries and they were gone. Until the next morning... For the following week these letter continued to show up, doubling everyday. Jeff burned them, shedded them, even flushed them down the toliet! It was a cruel joke, a trick, there's no such thing as a school for magic! Jeff started to feel insane and the boys saw him becoming stressed...
It was soon July 28, 2007 and Jeff walk down to get a cup of coffee. As he was pouring the coffee there was a loud "POP" he spilt coffee because of the sudden noise. "Shit, ow, damn it!" He responded, grabbing some paper towels to clean up. He finished in only a few seconds and turn to the sorce of the noise...
A women with very short pepper grey hair, bright cat-like yellow eyes, she was rather thin, and wore a long green cloak, came walking pass the first pool and up the few short stairs. "Mr. Tracy, I presume." She said. The man was slightly speechless, he had many questions but could speak them. What the heck was she wearing? He thought. "I'm Madam Hooch, Quidditch teacher at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Hog-a-what?" Said a voice that came down the stairs. Blond hair and blue eyes came into the room.
"Alan go back to your room, I need to talk with Ms. Hoochee."
"Its MaDam Hooch! And young Alan is who i'm here to see. Hello dear." She said turning towards the boy.
"Are you the one behind that sick letter joke?!" Jeff said drawing her attention again.
"It is not a joke at all, sir. Alan is a wizard, just like--"
"I'm a what?!?!" Alan asked, now only a few feet away from the adults.
"A wizard, my dear," She said calmly, to the boy. "Just like your mother..."
"Lucy was a... a... witch?" He asked.
"Yes as was her father, and his mother, and her mother... Only one child become a witch or wizard in the family, at least in her family. None the less, Mr. Tracy, Alan is a wizard and he's been accepted to Hogwarts."
"Dad, I wanna go!!!" The boy said excitedly.
"Alan," He said, kneeling to his son's level to look him in the eye. "It's not real,son. She's lying to you."
"But dad--"
"Would you like proof?" She asked in a matter of fact way. Pulling out a stick from her pocket.
Jeff pulled Alan behind him, "No, I think you should just leave."
"No!" Alan said getting out from his father's grip."I want to see!"
"Very well, here's something you'll learn in your first year. Wingardium Leviosa." And with a wave of the wand, a cup on the counter started to rise and float...
"Wow!" lan said, "See dad, its real!"
"Here is your letter, my boy." She replied smiling at the youth.
"How do you know he is... a wizard?" Jeff asked, as a concerned parent.
"Has he ever done something when he was angry, upset, or scared?"
Alan nodded, excitedly. "When?" He asked his son.
"I was really upset because I couldn't find the book in the library, suddenly the book was coming straight at me. It hit this kid as came and I caught it but the kid fell and knocked over all the shelves. They blamed it on me saying no throwing books in the library... And the science class thing last semester, it was the day mom... and it was snowing and THE TEACHER WAS BEING MEAN!" He said hotly sitting on a chair at the table.
It was then that Jeff saw the table shake; a moment later Alan noticed it and he jumped and the basket fell still. "It is best if he learns to control the magic within him, rather then letting it explode..."
"Ok what do we do?" Jeff asked.
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end chapter...
author's notes... i do hope you like this story, please do read and reveiw!!! please please!!!
and for any of those who have reviewed any of my other stories, thank you so very very much!! updates are on there way but i need to get internet on my laptop, because thats where my new chapters are for them... right now i'm on the family desktop that can't take cds or disk or any new info... i'm sorry for the super long delay... it sucks when you move cross country to your uncle's and then he kicks you out and leaves you in the care of my first cousin who is in the middle of the custody battle for her youngest and well... all in all i'm back to where i started, with my mom who treats me like shit... sigh