Disclaimer: I own my OCs Morty and Helios but that's it. J.K. Rowling is the genius who owns Harry Potter and all the other awesome characters and awesome wizarding world people, places and things.
Chapter 1
Ok, I know that the life of a student is never easy, but hey, I can top that. My name is Hyperion and let me tell you this, being a wizard student sucks like you wouldn't believe. Maybe I should start from the beginning of how this all came to be.
I'm sure you've all heard about the Boy-Who-Lived right? Right. Well, he's not the only boy whose lived, because last time I looked, I'm living to. As for the wizard part, let's just say I really couldn't care less about being a pureblood or not. Being a half-blood has it's perks though.
"Titan, wake up! It's time for school!" Oh yeah, since Hyperion is a fucking long name, my dad calls me Titan since Hyperion was the titan of light in Greek mythology
Good lord please shoot me now
Groggily opening my eyes and rolling out of bed, I look around my room in search of decently clean clothes. Yep, still looks like a hurricane hit the place; clothes everywhere, video games strewn across the floor and a few books randomly tossed wherever they happened to land. Am I a slob? Oh yes, and proud of it.
"Titan! You're going to be late if you don't get moving!"
Thank you father, I'm quite aware of that.
Managing to roll myself out of bed, I grab the first clean outfit I can find, ripped jeans and a black t-shirt. If it's not already obvious, I am by no means a teen who keeps up with the latest trends.
"HYPERION ANTONIUS-MALFOY, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!"
Oh joy, Daddy dearest is still calling. My dad is a wizard, who just happens to be from a family of wizards who are sort of the big kids on the block. Anyone heard of the Malfoys? Well, there you go, isn't my family tree just the best?
Running down the hall towards the kitchen, I managed to run headfirst into an owl; yeah, you heard me, an owl! And not just any owl, it was a subarctic great-horned owl. After getting a face full of feathers, I was able to get a good look at the owl, it was an enormous bird with grey and white feather, a large hooked beak and huge yellow eyes. Ok, so I'm a bird fan, big deal. Let's just say the difference between a great-horned owl and a subarctic great-horned owl is the color and that's about it.
The owl then hopped so that it was right in front of me, glanced up calmly and then promptly stuck its foot in my face; so much for manners and pleasantries. That was when I noted a piece of parchment tied to its foot. Untying the paper and quickly scanning it, I let out a whoop of joy, I was accepted into Hogwarts school of Wizardry and Witchcraft! Ignoring the ridiculous name, this school was the best school I could ever wish to go to! With the amazing castle and the animals and classes and magic and everything else, it was the best!
Practically jumping up and down with joy, I shoved the paper in my father's face
"Dad, I got accepted into Hogwarts!"
My dad just glanced up from his coffee and newspaper, "That's nice son, but let me remind you, we live in a muggle neighborhood so you should quiet down." I heard him muttering to himself, "I was hoping he'd be over-looked. Damn, I guess I couldn't protect my boy well enough."
Killjoy, but i wonder what he meant by 'protect'.
Other than my dad's less than celebratory reaction, my day was going great! Until the owl flapped its wings, flew above my head and proceeded to peck me.
"What do you want?" I must have looked ridiculous running around the kitchen table, arms flailing about, with an owl pecking me on the head, "Dumb bird! Quit pecking me!"
Looking up from the paper, my dad reached over, took a few piece of bacon and threw it to the owl. But of course, with my luck, the bacon missed the owl and landed in my hair; nice aim dad. Giving up with getting the owl off, I resigned myself to the fate of a rather heavy owl sitting on my head, delicately pecking piece of bacon out of my hair.
"Well son," my dad raised himself out of his chair, "I never thought I would say this, but how about we go shopping?"
I gaped at him like a fish; did my dad really just ask me if I wanted to go shopping? Maybe I should clarify something, my dad is not the kind of dad who just up and asks his son if he wants to go shopping. He's the kind of dad who tells his kids, 'Alright, go do whatever you kids do. Just don't do anything illegal, get arrested or knock anyone up.' Knocking a girl up? Yeah right. That's another thing about me that's not that common, as far as I know. To put it bluntly and simply, I'm gay. My philosophy is, if anyone's got a problem with the fact I like other guys, they can go take an iron rod and shove it up their ass; I'm about as straight as a rainbow and I like girls, but only as friends.
Finally digesting his words, I managed to ask him a question, a very dumb question.
"Dad, are you high?"
Apparently the owl likes my dad more than me because right after I said that, it pecked me right between the eyes; damn favorites-playing bird.
"I'm being completely serious Titan, its time that you received proper wizards training. And first, you are in desperate need of a wand and other school supplies." He looked over the list, "Well, on the bright side, I expected this so I already brought almost everything you need; what's left is your wand." He took my hand and both of us touched an old worn out book
My first thought, 'Portkey' and I was right.
The trip was fine, the landing? Not so much. My dad has used portkeys before, so he landed on his feet. Me, well, I landed in the oh-so-graceful way of landing on my ass. Hiding my blush and dusting off the landing dirt, I stood up to take a look around. I'm not sure how, but I managed to forget that the owl had been on my head when I touched the portkey. It made its presence known with its choice of landing spots; right on top of my head.
Grumbling, I glared up at the owl, "Fucking birdbrain, watch where you're landing."
And because this owl clearly respects me, it gave me a warm welcome by standing up, turning around and then promptly sitting down again, except this time its tail feathers were right in my face. Damn you owl.
My dad chuckled softly, "Now, now Titan, be polite. That owl is the chick of my old school owl. I thought you should have your own owl, and not just one from a simple pet shop. Go on, name your partner."
"Partner?"
He nodded, "Yes, your partner. You may also refer to her as your familiar. Because I meant to give her to you, I never named her."
I glance up, big mistake, "Right, I forgot the owl's sitting backwards, maybe I should just name her Feather-Butt."
I could've sworn this owl knew English; she must've since she turned around and pecked me between the eyes, again.
"Alright, alright bird! Fine! I'll name you Hecate, you happy birdbrain?"
The owl tilted her head as if she were thinking about her new name; she must have liked it because she stopped pecking me. Rising and flapping her great grey wings, she ruffled her feathers and settled down; she made herself quite comfortable atop my head. I wish I could've said the same, but damn, this owl's got talons.
AN: This is my first story, so I hope you like it so far. I welcome constructive criticism but any flames will be ignored. If you feel like you absolutely hated it, well, next time don't read it.
