Chapter 1
In the outskirts of London in a two story house a blue eyed black haired boy woke up to the steady banging of his fathers fist on the door.
BOY WAKE UP AND MAKE BREAKFAST, "man what a lovely way to wake up, is that the beginning of a migraine? Anyway better get up" the ten soon to be eleven year old thought.
Getting and changing into his clothes he walked down into the kitchen to see his dad and step-mom sitting at the table, at first glance you'd think that he was adopted, as he didn't look anything like his parents, his dad had blond hair with light blue eyes and his step mom had long brown hair with ugly grey eyes, both of them were quite fat, i, on the other hand, had dark blue eyes with short black hair, and was, thank god, quite fit with all the working i did.
"Well what are you waiting for boy? Get going, i have stuff to do" my dad said, "and i don't?" i said, out of earshot of my parents of course, wouldn't want to incur the wrath of them, the fucking cunts.
Reaching up to get the eggs, bacon cheese and toast to prepare the English breakfast for my parents and the two slices of toast i always have. Its not like i aren't allowed to have a big breakfast, well actually it is, but even if i was, i wouldn't take it, i would never want to become as grossly fat as my parents. Turning on the stove and cracking the eggs i drop them in, two eggs each for my parents.
"Boy," fuck thats annoying when they keep on calling me that "tomorrow's your birthday and as such you will be turning 11" wow they actually remembered, i think as i drop the bacon in and grab an apple, my parents obviously don't eat the apples, they are seriously only there to be pretty, wouldn't want to look unhealthy when visitors come over would you? "As such we will be out of town, if you manage to actually get out of bed early and make us breakfast we will be away as soon as possible and you will have the house to yourself" he finished.
"YES" i think "the whole house to myself for the whole day, well that is as long as they don't give me... "after you finish your chores of course, the list will be on the table" my step mum said, and by the look of their smug faces, they knew what i was thinking.
"Of course, here are your eggs and bacon" i say in as neutral tone i can muster as an eleven year old that got severely disappointed, i grab the list and finish my toast to see what i have to do, and to see if there is a chance i can finish it all today.
Nope. Not. A. Chance.
Clean the car, mow the lawn go into town to buy groceries, vacuum the house, clean the windows, and thats just the beginning. No way am i finishing that before tomorrow.
Oh well better just try.
"I'll get started then" i say walking to the garage to grab the shopping bag we, or most of the time i, use to get our groceries, walking to the grocery store isn't to difficult, no the difficulty starts once your shopping bag is full and your struggling to walk home with a bag you can barely lift for thirty minutes, you'd think my parents would at least buy a bike or something for me so that it doesn't take an hour and a half to buy groceries, of course not.
Walking home is a struggle, but it gets worse once you see your classmates, "oh bugger" i say, you see i'm not really liked at school, and it mainly has to do with a freak accident that once happened, i was being bullied because if my length, a generous 5 foot or something, when suddenly something akin to a blast pushed them of me, luckily the teachers didn't see, but since then they've all been avoiding me and look at me weird whenever i walk past, at least they never bullied me any more but it still annoys me whenever i see them, anyway better get on with my chores.
Six grueling hours later after i mowed the lawn tended to the garden, cleaned the car and vacuumed it i stopped, i just coudn't go on, undressing in the garage cause god-forbid i ever make the house dirty after working six hours in the garden, i trudged upstairs to have a shower and make dinner, a nice and healthy meal of pork chops and fries with tomato saus, yep, thats it thats what my family eats for dinner.
Serving it to my parents i grabbed some meat made some toast grabbed an apple and sat down in the kitchen, as my parents only ever eat in front of the TV, after they finished, i cleaned the plates and went upstairs to read, reading was one of my favorite things to do, i just loved falling into new worlds and reading of there adventures, but those weren't my favorite books, no my favorites were books with lots of information, i love reading amd learning new stuff, it's only a shame my parents hate it, to be honest with so many differences i'd think that i was adopted, well i would if i didn't remember my mom, i must have been an exact replica of her, maybe thats why my dad hates me and because of that my step mom to?
"Oh, well no point i'm thinking about it, nothing i can do to change it, best just go to sleep and hope to survive until i can finally leave this shithole." Thats what my last thoughts were before drowsing of to sleep, not knowing that i might be leaving sooner than i thought.
The next day
I woke up to the annoying ringing of my alarm clock that i set the night before so that i could wake up before my parents, make breakfast and hopefully have some alone time, which, however many chores i finished last night, was highly unlikely.
Quickly stepping downstairs to make them breakfast, scrambled eggs on toast today, he pulled out the pan and put the eggs in, making his own breakfast while the eggs where cooking so that he didn't waste time and could actually do something he wanted.
Hearing the lumbering steps of his father he scooped out the eggs and pit them on the toast, finishing of his meal, of once again toast with a an apple and some water to wash it down, "good job boy, now as per the deal, once you are done with your chores you may do what you want" he said "fat chance of that" i thought but stayed neutral outwards "of course dad, no problem" while giving an obviously false grin, and went to clean of the kitchenware.
Finishing of the dish wash and hearing my step mom come down the stairs, i promptly went to the cleaning cupboard to get the vacuum cleaner and start my chores a bit earlier.
15 minutes later my step mom came out of the kitchen "Boy, we'll heading out," she said in her horrible high pitched voice "and you better be done by the time you come back, or otherwise" she finished while glaring at me, "of course, beth" i said through gritted teeth, god i hate the fact that they can't even say my name.
Hearing my dad come down from upstairs and seeing their jackets i go back to cleaning the house, lovely way to spend my birthday, i hear the them turn the handle and open the door and...
"Hello is this the Rapine residence" an extremely high pitched voice says.
"huh? we weren't expecting visitors today, were we?" i think, while turning of the vacuum cleaner to have a peak.
What i was expecting was some kind of 12 year old selling cookies or something, what i wasn't expecting but what was currently at the door waiting for an answer from my parents was a 3 foot dwarf wearing neon colored clothes with bright yellow shoes and a white beard that went all the way to the ground.
Which in hindsight wasn't to difficult considering he was only three feet.
"Uhh? Oh yes, yes this is the residence, now what do you want?" my uncle quickly said while my aunt was looking around nervously making sure nobody saw him at the front door.
"Might i come in, what i'm about to tell you shouldn't be spoken of on the doorstep, and i'll need your don there to" squeaky said,
"huh me? how does he even know me?" i thought, "yes, yes come in, quickly" that last word my step mom said in a harsh tone while still looking around to see if anyone saw the strange dwarf man.
"Boy, make tea, while we talk with Mr?"
"Professor Flitwick is fine,"
I put the vacuum cleaner down and went into the kitchen to make tea, after preparing it i went back to the living room just in time to hear the professor say "...special gifts, ahh William just the person i needed"
"okay that was creepy" i thought "how does he know my name?" the last part was probably said out loud as the now newly named professor Flitwick answered
"We have a special book that writes down all the names of children that are born with the certain special gift you have, Mr William"
"what type of special gift?" though he probably already knew what, all those accidents over the years, and especially throwing of those bullies.
"You already know what i'm talking about don't you, Will?" the Professor said in a kind voice.
"What are you talking about, what gifts?" the slightly higher than normal voice of my step mom said.
Ignoring her i gave my attention to the professor, "Yes i think i do, could you give us an example professor?"
chuckling he waved his wand and instead of the distracting to big neon clothes were brown robes with a raven on the right breast, "A simple switching charm, which you shall learn in my class if you accept to come to our school"
thinking about it, it felt like the only choice to Will, the choice between being ignored by classmates who are afraid of this so called 'gift' or going to a school with similar students with the same problems, well the choice seemed easy,
"I'd love to professor"
"excellent, now we just need the permission from your parents, and talk about payment" the tiny professor said while turning to Will's parents, suddenly Will didn't feel so confident about his chances going to school, if his parents had to pay anything extra than that would mean absolutely no chance of going.
"What do you mean payment, we won't be paying anything for this school, he'll be going to a respectable government payed school" well there go my chances i thought.
"Oh that isn't a problem" the diminutive professor said, completely oblivious to my fathers outburst, or perhaps he chose to ignore it, "his mother made a fund in the bank for schooling which Hogwarts as a school can use," still smiling.
"Umm pardon me sir," i interrupted seemingly nervous, but on the inside shouting in joy that i could still go "but what is Hogwarts?"
Laughing the professor explained "Hogwarts is of course the name of the school, and, the best school in Europe and possibly even the world"
"Wait a minute don't we get a say in this" my step mom stepped in and possibly just ruined my chances, again.
the professor actually looked upset for a moment, but nit for the reasons Will thought "not really non-magical parents have no choice but to accept if their child wants to go"
"YES" i thought but didn't scream out loud, of course my parents saw that, and the looks they gave me promised lots of extra work later on.
"So Will in a few weeks a teacher, most likely the deputy Headmistress, will give a tour through our local shopping district so that you can buy supplies for when school starts, here is the list" he said while handing over said list and what looked like a ticket "and a ticket for platform 9 3/4" which was indeed printed on the ticket "to get in the platform you have to run against a wall on the train station, don't worry you will mist likely see some other families doing it first" he said when he saw the look on Wills face when he said that you have to run against a solid wall.
"So if that was all? then i shall take my leave, i have quit a lot of other students to attend to you see." the tiny professor said while standing up.
"Yes, yes thats all" my parents said probably in a mixture of shock happiness and rage, that they were losing there servant, losing Will and to top it of didn't have to pay for anything.
"Yep, no more questions for me" i said "i'll walk you to the door."
"Ah thank you Mr William" he said while standing and walking to the door, he walked surprisingly fast for such a small man.
"Cya professor" i said holding the door for him, and watched as e walked out and just... vanished into thin air with barely a pop.
Turning around i see the angry looks and already know i'm in trouble, though for what i'm not sure.
"Thanks to you, we won't be able to go on our outing you little shit" my dad said.
"Ahh, so that's the reason" i thought, "Sorry?" i said.
"Ah, ah ah, that just won't cut it won't it? No because if that you shall be doing all your tasks and more until we say you are allowed to stop."
"Well shit" was the only thought that coursed through my mind.
6 hours later
"fuck that took a long time" Was what i though when i crashed into my bed without even taking of my clothes, i had to do all my chores of today and even some of yesterday as my step-mom somehow found some dirt in the car or a patch of grass not mown.
The last thought before i fell into a deep slumber was the fact that i'd be getting out of here, as such i fell asleep with a small smile gracing my face.