Hi!! This is a new Harry Potter story of mine (since my last one sucked) that is bound to be better than the last (it doesn't take much). So without further ado, I bring you... Watcher!!!!
Chapter One: A Note on Watchers
I was never what you would call normal. My father is a famous American rock star, my mother has been arrested several times on erroneous charges, and I myself had a bad habit of setting things on fire when I'm angry. But that's not the half of it. I'm also a Watcher.
A Watcher is someone who... well, watches. It was started long ago by some old guy who no one really cares about. But what a Watcher does is very important to the Watchee, the person being Watched.
A Watcher literally sees everything the Watchee is doing and gives them advice, without them knowing what's going on. An example: my mother once decided that prison wasn't so bad, so she decided to kill one of the other inmates so she could stay a while longer. This was before I was born. But her Watcher knew it was a bad idea, so he/she stopped her by making her break a leg while falling off her bunk. Sounds like fate, right. Well, a Watcher has a hand in the fate of their Watchee. Some Watchers are more powerful than others; therefore they have more of a hand in fate.
Oh, another thing. You can't become a Watcher. You are born a Watcher. You also come with a Watchee. The higher force, or whatever decides these things, has already decided who you will be Watching. Most of the time, the Watcher is older that the Watchee, but not all the time. One of the greatest Watchers of all time was a little girl who looked after Abraham Lincoln. The odd bit is, though, that a Watcher must be a witch or wizard, but not the Watchee. Most of the time, actually, it's a witch or wizard looking after a muggle.
Now, my Watchee is a bit odd. He's a wizard exactly my age, and he gets into a lot of trouble. He's an easy assignment, because we go to the same school. I can easily do little things, like start rumors, or tell a teacher that he did something that he didn't, to keep him from making a fool out of himself. Some things, though, just get out of hand. He's also a bit of a hothead, which is why he's never going to speak to me in much more that passing. It's for my own safety, really.
