I own absolutely nothing. Except maybe this awesome penguin!(crushes penguin in bear hug)
Prologue
I've been alone most of my life. It's a byproduct of being an orphan. Not alone as in there's no one around me, but alone as in I lack true connections to the majority of the people around me. Being an orphan seems to put up a kind of mental barrier around you that makes it pretty hard to make friends. This isolation from other people was pretty bad early on in my life. It was even worse considering the stupid things some kids, myself included, say. Some of the stupid things I myself said included admitting I could talk to snakes and make things move without touching them. Big mistake. That labeled me a freak for most of elementary school. This led to some of the stupid things other kids said in middle school, like I was part of a cult or I was crazy. Fun stuff.
So, for thirteen years, I was pretty much alone with my crazy snake talk and sacrilegious magic tricks. Thank God for high school, or else I really would have gone crazy from talking only to snakes. I was thankfully smart enough to get a scholarship to a big private school and therefore I went to high school away from my previous classmates.
High school was where I made me few human friends, who were human. A few kids like me who had issues with society, though I wasn't about to tell them the main cause of my issues. My friends are pretty awesome. They made freshman year bearable and even awesome. Not to mention they thought my pet snake was pretty cool.
My lovely pet snake, Pietro. He was awesome and wasn't freaked out by our daily conversations, just a little weirded out. Pietro was a black mamba who had escaped from some exotic breeder or something like that-I wasn't exactly sure. He just showed up one day, before I started middle school, I think. He was kind of my first act of true rebellion against everyone. I had only told my friends about him. No one else knew, not the social workers or the people in the orphanage.
Well, now you know my basic story, at least up till this summer. Why I'm telling you, I have no real idea. I don't even know if you're real or just the shadow of some forgotten dream I had once. Whatever, I see you there and I'm talking to you there. And if you are real, then you should stick around. I'm getting some feeling that big things are about to happen.
So yeah. There's my prologue. Totally lame I know, but don't tear me to bits yet. I decided to make another attempt at Harry Potter fanfiction that, hopefully, not prove futile.