Calamity Falls: Part 1, The Beginningof the Reign
AN:
I do not own Harry Potter, and never will. I am merely writing this for fun and as a test.
Some of the events that occur during the OC's life are from my personal experience. I am an orphan who grew up in and out of group homes as a child before becoming homeless around the time I was 9. I am doing fine now, I'm 25 and have my own home.
Please review and leave comments about my writing, I'm not very good or confident in my writing but I love criticism. I have a general idea about how the story can incorporate into the cannon series and will attempt to maintain a steady flow within the story with the update of chapters.
Without further ado,
Onwards towards death and glory, FORTIS FORTUNA ADIUVAT.
Chapter 1
July 1, 1993, Dumbledore's office, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Dumbledore sat in his office in the early hours of the morning going over the events of the previous semester. Lockheart was obliviated, students where unpetrified, and Harry had slain the basilisk that lurked in the chamber of secrets. All in all, it was another troublesome year. With the semester over and all his work finished he was now searching for a new DADA professor, the curse over the position sill remained strong and effective, making it that much harder to find new professors to fill the position. as he sat there day dreaming, there was a pecking on the window that drew him from his stupor. Rising to allow a grey and grizzled owl to enter with a letter in its beak, he took the letter, before he could pay the owl, it drew another letter from its feathers and flew out.
Dumbledore sat and inspected the letter, old parchment, the smell of old ink, with the symbol of Merlin on the wax seal.
Surprised he proceeded to open it, pulling out a slip of paper, with a deep sigh he let the paper fall, a slip of paper with a single name. A single name written in red.
Tyler Donnelly, calamity class.
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Letters where being sent throughout the magical world, all magical ministers, school headmasters, anyone with political influence was being alerted to the presence of the 4th person in history to be a calamity borne.
Over the next few weeks pureblood families were being raided and searched. Next came the searching of magical hospitals and clinics. Half-blood family homes where turned inside out. Not even squib families where spared the invasion of privacy.
The paranoia and fear due to the letters was the fact that the first calamity borne had turned into the world's first dark lord and brought about Dark Ages, he was only stopped by the combined forces of the magical and non-magical armies of 4 different countries to bring him and his forces down.
After the dust settled a motion was put into place for the elimination of all subsequent calamity borne. And so, this practice had been carried out through the centuries whenever a calamity borne was discovered the babe had its throat slit, body disemboweled, and the corpse burned till ash.
When the raids where over and no child was discovered the assumption was made that there had been a mistake, or that the parents had did the deed themselves.
But no one thought to check the Non-magical hospitals.
July 1, 1993, Saint Luke's Community hospital, Kansas City, MI, United States of America.
Dr. Roberts collapsed in her chair, another tiering shift, this one capped off with a premature birth. She sat there resting her eyes but couldn't help but remember the birth she just witnessed. Two young adults, maybe 20, looking strung out had shambled in. The woman was in pain and her water had broken, we got her into the maternity ward just in time as she started contractions. After a 2 hour process the baby boy was born. She thought back to the boy in her arms as they rushed him to infant care, so small, not fully developed, didn't even cry. But what bothered her the most was the strange things that had happened during the birth, lights would flicker, bulbs would burst, monitors shut down, windows where being broken. Like it was something out of a horror movie. She chuckled to herself after that absurd thought.
There was a knocking at her door before it was swung open, the nurse that was on call during the birth walked in looking enraged, "what's wrong?" Asked Dr. Roberts.
"their gone!" He said dropping some patients records on her desk, "their gone, they used fake ID's, and they made off with some drugs from the crash carts!"
"what do you mean their gone?" Said Roberts picking up the records and reading them. Sure enough the Donnelly couple had no medical records in the system. She stood and rushed from the room, followed by the nurse. "get to security and alert them to search the cameras, bring the tape to the director's office, I'll be there reporting the incident."
"Understood Dr." He said as he rushed off towards the security room.
Roberts first stopped at the patients in questions room, it was empty, some supply's where missing and the crash cart down the hall was missing some pills and syringes. "Danmit!" She said while hitting the wall. 'wait!' she stopped 'the baby, they didn't take him, too did they?!' She thought as she rushed off towards infant care.
She arrived in the infant care hall, grabbing the first nurse she saw she asked her where the baby they last brought in. The nurse showed her to the devise used for premature births. She let out a sigh of relief as she saw the baby boy there. She grabbed the nurse again telling her to not allow anyone but the director and herself to remove the baby.
Roberts now made her way to the director's office to make her report. As she approached to door she heard someone yell her name, she turned around to see the male nurse running up to her with a tape in his hand, "thanks" she said, "right on time, find anything?"
"yea, cameras picked them up leaving the hospital with a wheelchair and a small duffle bag" he said making a sour face. "I can't believe they would just drop a fake name and bolt as soon as they just had a baby." He sighed sitting down on a nearby chair. "blood works came back, turns out you were right, she was doped up on multiple drugs, the babies work should be done soon, I'll go and wait for the results and bring them to you."
"Ok, thanks" Roberts said with a tired grin, "take a nap in my office until I get back."
"Copy that" he said rising and making his way down towards the labs.
Roberts knocked on the director's door then entered, the director sat at his desk reviewing some records and reports from the shift. "Dr. Roberts? why do you look like your about to yell at me?" Said Director Lewis.
"We just had a young couple leave the hospital after a premature birth, yes the baby is alive, he's in infant care, I just checked him myself."
"Ok, good, so... what did they take"
Roberts handed him the tape and gave the report of what was missing and helped review the tape.
"danmit." Sighed the director, "we can report the drugs and chair, insurance will recoup that, now what about the baby?"
"well sir, they obviously didn't bother to sign a birth certificate, and he's too frail and unstable to be moved." Replied Roberts with a sad sigh. "we can provide care for a couple of months, until then we need to try to get him into the foster care system or find a group home that has openings."
"last month's review of the foster system had no openings so that probably not an option, and the closest group home is the Joans, they say they have openings but with the amount of kids they had there a few months ago during the inspection, their just short of stacking the kids on top of each other." Sighed Lewis rising from his chair and making his way out the door followed by Roberts, "let's check on the Donnelly boy."
They made their way to infant care with only mild chatter, when they approached the baby, the director sighed, Roberts merely looked sad. Tubes and wires, monitors and fluids, all hooked up to one small infant.
"What are the boys chances Dr.?"
"that's what strange, he had a weak heart beat and trouble breathing when we first checked, but after a few minutes he just got better." Said Roberts looking at the boys slightly moving chest, "nurse? Has he cried at all?
"No Dr." Replied the female nurse on standby. "even as we were hooking him up and inserting the tubes, he didn't fuss, struggle, or cry."
"Strange" started Lewis, "but he's a fighter, that's good, he's going to need to fight."
"Sir, we need to name the boy, he still doesn't have a first name, and Donnelly is just the fake last name on his parent's ID's" Roberts asked.
"he'll keep the last name Donnelly." Lewis stated, "ummm... how's about Tyler, my great, great grandfathers first name was Tyler, he was an orphaned immigrant and the one who started my family lineage. Something this young boy is now doing."
The door opened, and the male nurse walked in. "Dr. Roberts, Director, the boys blood works just came in …...
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July 1, 1999, Joans Family Group Home, Kansas City MI, USA
Today was Tyler's birthday, my 6th to be exact. I was sitting the park down the street from the group home, my home. Today was the day I would have to move rooms, no longer was I allowed to share the twin room with Scott, because today I turned 6.
Today I became an undesirable.
Meaning I was no longer a desirable age for adoption. Families looking to adopt want kids that are at an impressionable age, kids without any life experience, kids who hadn't already gotten used to raising themselves.
I found it weird, in the time I'd been there, there had been no adoptions, no foster care transfers. No, Kids always left by one of 3 ways, either ending up in jail, turning 18 and being evicted, or dying.
A growling roused him out of his thoughts, his stomach. Summers where always hard when it came to food, meals where restricted to breakfast for the young ones, the desirables, and dinner. Dinner consisted of a thin watery soup with bread, the young ones where served first and allowed seconds, to help ensure they looked healthy, and scraps for the rest.
Tyler was average in his mind, average height, average build. He stood out in most crowds because of his skin color, white skin tanned by too much sun exposure, short and thick black hair, and old tattered clothes.
But what stood out the most was his deep red eyes, crimson, almost like blood.
He never knew why his eyes where red, having never met his parents, most people avoided him because of his general appearance, being one step up from a bum, but no one ever got close when they saw his eyes.
Some people gasped, flinched, or screamed.
He'd even been attacked a few times out of fear.
The only people who accepted him where some of the other orphans he'd grown up with. The older kids still didn't like him, the young ones still feared him but where coming around. They were beginning to accept him as an older brother, he was very protective of makeshift family.
But there was one person above the others, one person who accepted him for all his strengths, all his faults. Lane, Lane Peterson. She had grown up with him, being a year older, she was slightly taller, very athletic, and pretty dark skin.
She was his one true friend.
The slap on his shoulder brought his attention to that one true friend. "Come on sleepy head, the courts are free" she says while dribbling an old, ugly basketball. "The older kids are off and up to something, so they won't be back for a while, this is your chance to try to catch up and shorten the gap between our matches." She says with a full smile and a wink.
"I think you've forgotten the scores." I say with a crooked smile. "I'm leading by 5, and with an 8-game win streak, your just being sour."
She sits next to him with a thud, shoulder to shoulder, head on his. "I might be sour, but your also scared of that streak ending." She whispers in his ear before pinching his thigh and jumping up to escape his retaliation but being too slow for his quick reaction, receiving 3 pinches in return. "Let's make it interesting." She says with a mischievous glint in her bright brown eyes. "First to 10, no rebounds, if I can end your streak and overtake you, then you have to do as I say till I say so."
"And if I stop you, from overtaking me, and I get to 10 wins, then you have to do as I say till I say so." I reply with smug grin, knowing full well that my streak would end, she was just too good and to determined to allow that embarrassment to continue. "Deal?" I say reaching out my hand to finalize the agreement
"Deal" she says grasping my hand, pulling me to my feet. "And no magic either, you know it's not fair."
"you know I've never used it during our games." I reply with a look of mock hurt
"I know" she says with a grin. "Just a formality."
4 hours later, the sun was beating down, the streak was dead, and the games where even 9-9. Both kids where sweating, both where tired and on the verge of collapsing. Lanes superior stamina had allowed her to keep pace with Tyler's scary reaction speed, driving past was impossible, his speed meant that as soon as she got close the ball would be stolen the second she entered his space. This left her with no choice but to drain shots form out of his range. He had the superior skills, if he had the ball then there was no taking it, if he desired to drive in then there was no stopping him, his shorter stature meant she had to keep him out the paint and try to interfere with the shots. His faster hands meant there was no stealing from him, and his dribbling was better than any of the older kids.
Lane had the ball, but was at 7, Tyler was defending, stalking at 8. If he got the ball then it was over, he would win. This made her hot with jealousy, she had worked hard to gain ground on him, 'why was he so good?' She thought while panting, her arms where heavy and her feet sore, 'I'm the older sister, I'm supposed to be the one he looks up to!' But why did she always find herself admiring him, he was smart, fast, strong, kind, and quiet. 'he's perfect' she thought while a flush of heat squeezed her chest. Why did no one else see it, people where always scared of him, mainly because of his eyes. She liked his eyes, she liked it when they talked because he would always look at her. She liked it when he gave her attention, whenever he was sitting their contemplating things she would never understand, all it took was a little stimulation and he would divert all his attention to her and smile, she liked it when he smiled at her...'
"Hey!"
She jerked from her thoughts to see his face inches from hers, she gave a small yelp and slipped, dropping the ball and landing on her bum. 'dammit! That was beyond embarrassing'
"You ok? looks like you spaced out." He said holding the ball to his hip with the other outstretched to help her up. "too tired to continue?"
"N...no, I'm ok, just... got a little dizzy." She stuttered out, feeling her face burn from embarrassment.
"Here... hold still" he sat in front of her and put his hands on the side of her neck, took a deep breath, and focused his eyes on hers.
She instantly felt a cool sensation run from his hands to her neck, then up to her head and down her body. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, she loved it when he broke his rules for her. Tyler had always been weird, able to do things no one else could, cooling the room during the summer when it was hot, warming it in the winter, drying clothes instantly when it was laundry day, helping them save up quarters for treats. She'd even seen him conversing with animals like dogs, cats and even snakes. He avoided doing this in public because people called him a freak. He hid his abilities from everyone. Everyone but her.
While the cool sensation spread over her, she was close enough smell his scent, he smelled of sweat and mint, the mint from the boys' soap. The smell helped to ease her nerves and relax her.
After a few minutes she opened her eyes to see his worried face. "feeling better?" He says with a smile that makes my chest squeeze.
"Ye...yea... I'm fine now, much better." She said while averting her eyes.
"then give me your hand already, we got a bet to finish, and it's getting late." He said, standing up and offering his hand again, with a cheeky smile.
"fine, fine" she grabbed his hand and let her self be pulled up. "So, what did you want for your birthday anyway?" She asked as after he gave me the ball back.
"You know I don't want anything." He said with a sad smile. "besides, this is fun enough, doing this all day has been best birthday yet."
"Then I'll just give your this." I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. He eyes widened and he stumbled, I hopped back behind the line and took the shot, scoring the 3 for a total of 10. "that puts me in the lead now Tyler, and now you have to do as I say for as long as I want." I say with wide grin, chest beating a mile a minute.
He just sat there with surprised look.
Then he smiled, his crooked grin. "well, deals a deal." He stated mater of factly. "how may I help milady?"
"firstly, don't call me that again." She says with giggle, "and secondly, stand up so I can get you home birthday boy."