REVISED! So, this is a little story that I've had planned in my mind for quite some time now and I've finally had the guts to write on my own. Its a little different than what you're used to reading if you've read any of the other stories on this page. This story will be on the darker side of things. So be warned, if you're sensitive about abuse and that kind of material, this story isn't for you. But for those of you who are interested, by all means leave a review and let me know what you think. Detonation: The story that's being worked on now is a priority, so this piece will have updates that are a bit lagged. Besides all that, enjoy. -Lupita

I always thought that I was a bit different than everyone else.

But the thought never became a reality until one cold and rainy winter morning in November on the day of my birthday that my life changed, forever.

I woke up elated and excited. You know that feeling where you just own the world and you can do anything. Or you just dance for no reason whatsoever? That nothing can or will go wrong?

I remember going downstairs in my navy colored pajama pants. I remember my hair being a complete mess of brown curls that stuck straight up. That stupid looking cowlick near the side was something I was never able to tame, so I stopped trying years ago.

Knowing our elf, Natty, would have made my special birthday breakfast: Chocolate Chip pancakes with little candles, scattered around, with crackling fireworks spurting out of the wicks. I was looking forward to actually head downstairs, nearly tripping over my feet as I slid down the banister.

I know I was getting old for it.

After all, how many times can you turn 18 right?

But still, something about knowing that someone, at least one person cared about me for those few wonderful moments, made everything worthwhile, even if it was just an elf.

The dining table was at least 15 feet long, and stretched halfway around the room. We all sat at the four ends of the table, with father at the end, never saying a word, always with his nose in the prophet while the rest of us ate in silence avoiding his occasional glances our way.

I sighed as I sat at the table alone, thinking of Kitty, who was studying at Hogwarts and wouldn't be home for another three weeks.

"Thanks, Natty." I forced a small grin at her tiny elf as she placed the dish on my plate.

She smiled in return and bowed, scurrying quickly out of sight, before my father had caught her cooking anything 'special' for me. I usually had to eat before our grandfather clock had struck 8 o'clock and he would pay the owl for delivering his copy of the prophet. In case you hadn't noticed this yet, he wasn't the loving sort, Benjamin. And I often reminded myself that despite everything he was still here and I was stuck living with him.

My mouth watered as the steam radiating from the buttered dish entered my nose, taunting me, begging me to take a sample and brush its sticky and sinful sweet delight across my tongue and down my throat.

Just as I had sat down and was about to bite into them, I heard my 'wonderful' father's horrible voice, screaming my name.

I was sure I had inevitable done something to have pissed him off. What it was though, I couldn't really comprehend at that moment. Double crossing him was fun and all but I hadn't done it lately, for about 72 hours and 24 minutes, but who's counting?

I was what he liked to call, his one 'mistake' and he never failed to remind me of it.

"Liam!" I heard him shout.

I rolled my eyes and ignored him, picking the fork up and stabbing it into my food, gravitating it towards my lips.

"Liam! Get the fuck in here! Now!"

"Just shut up old man." I muttered.

"Boy! I'm not playing with you! Get inside my office immediately!"

My fork fell into my plate as a groan of frustration escaped my lips, begrudging to get to my feet. My food had still yet to be eaten and this fucker had the nerve to call me up as if I were some kind of lower inferior.

That's pureblood mania for you, I guess.

Oh yeah, in case you hadn't noticed, I come from a pureblood family. One of the Wealthiest in the Wizarding World, and my family's social standing's are pretty obvious: My father was 'friends' with the Malfoy's, Nott's, Goyle's, Blacks..essentially anyone who was well respected in the Wizarding community and a Slytherin, knew my father. We lived in large estate, with enough fucking land to house 20 wizarding families and then some...Need I say more?

Hell, I never even called him dad. He was always just refereed to as 'father'. And I use the term father very loosely. To be honest, I considered our elf more of a parent than he ever was.

Couldn't he just give me one moment of peace? I mean, it was my birthday.

"Liam!"

Humoring the man, I made my way towards his office, where he was waiting for me, sitting in his leather chair with his arms folded on the desk, black leather riding crop in hand and an angry scowl across his lips, tapping the riding crop in a steady periodic rhythm on the inside of his palm. Dressed in his favorite black suit and his hair was combed neatly. I turned to see the fireplace out, which chilled the room even more than usual.

"It took you long enough." He spat, snapping the crop in his hands. "Sit down."

I scoffed out of instinct, refusing to do what he had asked me and rolling my eyes. "I prefer to stand."

"Fine, stand. What do I care!" He threw his hands in the air, brown eyes burrowed into me with such hate and negativity, anyone else would have cowered and wished to have that image forever obliviated from their minds.

"Just get to the point." I groaned, "What did I do this time?"

"Do you know what today is?" Benjamin drummed his fingers against the table, completely fixated on the grain of the wood of his desk.

"Well," I began, thoughtfully, rubbing my chin. "It's Tuesday, so-"

He slammed palms against the table to the point where I knew his hands would pay for it later, now at his feet and making his way towards me. Now directly in front of me; his veins popping out of his head and face red.

"Don't play the asinine card with me, Liam!"

I clicked my tongue, tilting my head to the side like a puppy would towards human speech at a word it failed to understand. "But you do it so well."

My face instantly burned and stung as he whipped my head around sharply.

I had been struck hard against my cheek with his riding crop. This isn't to say I didn't expect it. He loved using me as an example for my two sisters whenever I managed to fuck up, which was often.

But they weren't here, so again, I asked myself, what was he up to?

I turned my head to glare at him. My cheek was burning like mad and I could feel moisture accumulating in my steel blue eyes but I wouldn't cry. Ever. It would only give him the satisfaction that he hurt me.

"I've had enough of your disrespect!" His shaky finger waved in my face while I only stared at him, unnerved. "You didn't want to take school seriously. Your criminal record is by far the worst I've ever seen. And frankly, you're 18 now...I have no reason to keep you here anymore."

"This is because I wasn't placed into Slytherin isn't it?"

"You had no business being in Gryffindor! Your grandfather, his father, and his father before him, they were all placed in Slytherin and what do I get from you?!"

He was kicking me out of my own home. The house I lived in my entire life. All without any remorse whatsoever. I never hated anyone, but my father was an exception. I hated him with every fiber of my being and then some. He'd been this way ever since our mother had passed away. It turned him into a bitter and cold wizard, and I always ended up at the short end of his riding crop.

My younger sisters however, he never touched. They were his perfect little drones, obeying his every word. Donatella, I couldn't stand. The way she spoke with a nasally tone, her pointed nose, and overall snobby, arrogant attitude only reminded me of him and I often told people we weren't related. Kitty, on the other hand, I loved. She was the only person I could really be myself around and the thought of leaving her with him, made me sick to my stomach.

If it hadn't been for Kitty, I would have gladly left a long time ago.

"For the record, the only one of us who actually got into Slytherin was Donatella. So why the fuck do you take everything out on me for not being in your stupid house?!" I snapped, my fists ready to slam hard against his jaw and break it, smashing his face in until my hand was so sore and tired that I couldn't move it anymore.

"I ONLY HAD ONE MALE DESCENDANT! AND YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE IN SLYTHERIN!" His father screamed, the sharp, stone like voice echoing throughout the house.

Shit, Benjamin was laughing, this wouldn't end well...

"How am I supposed to show my face anywhere with YOU weighing me down? I'm a laughing stock!"

"So, what? You're kicking me out?" I said blankly, raising a brow.

"Get out of my house." He ordered, waving his wand at a now open door to his office. "Get out of my house and never show your face around here again."

"In case you hadn't noticed, Benjamin, this is MY house too."

"I gave you plenty of chances, Liam!" He screamed, throwing the chair closest to me onto the floor in a blind rage. Probably hoping to scare me. "I even cleared your record, you delinquent fuck and this is the thanks I get!"

"Excuses. Excuses." I scoffed.

"NO! All we asked of you was to go to school. Make a name for yourself...and you go out and get drunk and ruin every chance you had to become a healer!" He was going to slap me again, I could feel it in my bones.

You forgot smoking crack that one night at Scott's.

"And I told you I didn't want to become a healer! How many times do I have to explain that before it gets through that thick head of yours!"

There it was, only this time he used his hand, leaving my other cheek with a fresh red hand print, like a red hot poker to cow-skin.

All it would have taken was a simple blow to the head. A snapped neck in his sleep and that would be it. I'd be free. Free from all of his shit and I'd never have him lay another hand on me again. But Kitty didn't deserve that, because the second I'd kill him, Auror's would have thrown me in jail and they would have left her in a foster care system. As much as Benjamin hated me, he was good to Kitty and I'd die before I took that away from her; cruel as it seemed, I didn't really worry about Donatella, mainly because I knew, one way or another that, with her blood status, title and money, she wouldn't have any problem rising above the lot of us and following in Benjamin's footsteps.

"Are you done?" I asked angrily, my fists balling into rock hard sledgehammers.

I'd never felt so cold in my entire life. My whole world was toppling down and there was nothing that could be done to stop this.

He stabbed the end of the riding crop into my chest hard, bringing me to groan internally, and biting down onthe inside of my cheek to keep from crying out. "Pack your shit. I want you gone before sunrise tomorrow."

"You're no son of mine." That was all he said before shoving his shoulder into me and storming out of the room, his robe billowing behind him.

And to my recollection, those were the last words my father had ever spoke to me.

I took a step back, looking around my bedroom. It was was so empty and barren and yet, I wasn't sad about it. The only real bit of emotion that happened to emerge was the thought of never seeing Kitty again, but even then it didn't evoke me into breaking down as I held my life, tightly packed in the suitcase that was weighing down my arm.

My black spotted owl, Blade, was sitting at the top of window pane, staring at me, as if he too knew what was going on.

How as I supposed to explain to him that we were being forced to live on the street?

I was faced with a difficult decision right then and there:

Leave him here to live out the life he deserved or force him to run away with me?

"Look." I knelt down to his eye level, swallowing to wet my dry mouth. "I know you know whats going on. And I'm not going to make you do something you don't want to do." With a sigh, I held my arm out, scratching the underside of his beak, which was his favorite spot to be caressed and shown affection. "I only want what's best for you and if you want to stay here and live out the rest of your life in luxury as Kitty's owl, I wont try and stop you."

Blade backed away, as if I had insulted his mother or scorned his pride.

"You're staying then?"

Part of me was expecting it, while the tiny glimmer in the back of my mind was hoping that he would come with me, despite my newly found way of living.

Placing a small owl biscuit on my desk, I forced a smile at him and headed for the door.

I'd be lying if I said that quick and sharp sensation of talons digging into my shoulder didn't make me happier. I turned my head to see my faithful friend, right by my side and perched proudly.

With my wand tucked safety in a holster hidden in my coat, I gave my room one last glance before shutting the door behind me. Apparating outside of the estate, taking in the splendor and architecture he boasted about so much to his friends that were monetarily gifted, I shook my head and actually smiled. I didn't know why, but I did and it felt good to smile.

Keys in hand, I stepped into my black '72 De Tomaso Mangusta and with my owl safely settled in the front seat, I turned the car over and sped off into the night, burning skid marks on Benjamin's front lawn as a going away present for him.

If he knew...If only he knew what I was capable of, the power I possessed..He would have treated me differently.

I stared at my hands, watching as small embers were growing in my palms and trailing up my fingertips as I thought of him. That small spring of frustration was coiling tightly inside and it was being wound up so tightly, I was sure it would burst any moment and screw me over.

"Relax Mate. Relax or you'll end up exposing yourself."

If I didn't calm down soon, I would set the car on fire and seeing as I just got kicked out of my house, I needed a place to live...Let's be honest, a car is better than a cold bench.

Twenty minutes later and with only a slightly charred Steering Wheel, I'd say it went rather well. At least the whole 'not burning up the car' anyway.

I remembered that birthday so clearly in my mind, I could still taste the pancakes that never made it down my throat. The presents that I never got. The drawing from Kitty I would never receive and the hug my mother would never give me.

I've just been kicked out of my house.

I have nowhere to go.

My father is an abusive prick who's done nothing but show me how much he hates me.

My sister and I are the only ones in our family who weren't placed in Slytherin after decades of it being the sole house of our bloodline...

I've just turned 18.

And all I have to my name is a car, my owl and the galleons I have saved at Gringotts.

My name is Liam Edward Kingsley...

And as far as I know, I'm the only known wizard in the Wizarding world with this rare and abnormal gift...

I am an Elementalist.

And I'm not prepared for the curve-ball life just threw at me.

If you guys have any questions feel free to drop me a message. I swear I wont bite unless you want me to, then all bets are off. LOL, But seriously drop a review if you liked what you read or have any criticism you want to throw my way. (good or bad)-Peeta (but you can call me Mellark or Sherlock)