I love House of Anubis and decided to write this idea I've had for a while. I really want a season 4, anyone else, even though I'm 15 and WAY out of the target age range. The show is something special and I miss it. Hope You enjoy, please review. No matter how critical they make me happy.

Chapter 1

House of Beginnings

There is a story I will tell all my children and my children's children. It is a story of love, friendship, adventures, and magic:yet, it is also a story of loss, death and destruction. Most of all however, it's a story of four teenagers, children really- the children of the obelisk.

Apparently, it is true what they say about England- it's always raining.

Or maybe that isn't true, I haven't exactly had a chance to find out considering the fact that I've been here for oh... three hours and that entire time was spent in either a cab or an airport. That's the thing about going to England to go to school-no sightseeing. I've always wanted to climb Big Ben, see Buckingham Palace and touch the sun on the Eye, but did I get a chance to do any of that? No. I went from Logan airport in Boston to Heathrow in London to a cab to my new school.

I'd always wanted to go to school in England, but considering the fact that this school would be my 4th high school and I was only a month into my Sophomore year... I wished I could have waited until next year.

Then I would have lost the scholarship though and that couldn't happen. Where was Aunt Emily supposed to come up with the money to pay for a fancy boarding school in England to get me away from my home with all the dark memories? Emily herself had forgone going to college due to lack of funds. No, all the money came from the school and all the travel fees were sponsored by my hometown. Everyone knew I needed to get away. In a town as small as mine everyone knows everything; it was no secret I'd spent my life dreaming of leaving. Now, however, with my parents dead at my dad's hands and the life long limp in my left leg from my own bullet wound I needed to leave. Every corner held memories, shadows, and no one could stand to see me suffer like that. My family friends pitched in to send me away so I could finally have the fresh start I desperately needed.

No more dwelling on that Luce. You're free, that's all that matters, and now you can start anew. I'd been telling myself that for a while now, but to be honest I still didn't believe it.

The cabbie dropped me off by my new boarding house, Anubis, and I was left alone to gather my thoughts. I needed to make a good impression, but also avoid to many questions. Starting late was weird, but the truth was not exactly how I'd like to introduce myself. After all, if a girl's dad is nuts what is to say she's not too.

The house looked different than I imagined it would considering how old the property was. Then again, this house itself had only been re-built 35 years ago or so. Back on graduation day a while ago there was an earthquake that destroyed part of Anubis house. Looking at new and old pictures you couldn't really tell the difference, but the wood was new, the stones rebuilt. A new person hiding in an old body, exactly like me.

Unable to delay the inevitable any longer I rapped on the the door tentatively. Should I knock or can I just go right in? This is my home after all... but at the same time it wasn't.

Apparently knocking had been the wrong choice because a boy opened the door, "What you knocking for? Who are you anyways?"

"I'm Lucetta Ra, Luce really no one calls me Lucetta," or at least no one alive. My mom had before... Nope. Moving on Luce the past is the past.

"Oh. Are you Sarah's roommate? A bit late aren't you? The term started a month ago," the darkly toned boy has a clear English accent, most likely he'd been raised right in London. I know my accents.

"There were complications," I answered openly walking into the house a single suite case behind me. "But I'm here now."

"Whatever you say Miss American. Hey, since you're American do you have a gun in that bag of yours?" Wow. I hate stereotypes?

Without answering his rude question I moved on to one of my own. "There's a groundskeeper right, who runs the house. Should I speak with him?"

"Yeah, Andy said to send you up," the boy pointed to the mostly glass office that overlooked the main entrance. "Careful with him he's a right nasty fellow. My parents say he's even meaner then the old caretaker, Victor."

"Your parents?" I questioned and the boy gave me a sly grin.

"I guess you wouldn't know would you? Name's Anubis Rutter, but everyone calls me A. My twin sister Sarah will be your roommate. Our dad's the headmaster, mom the curator of our on sight museum." I'd figured his dad was the headmaster as soon as his last name was spoken. Great, just great. If I somehow pissed off my roommate who did I have to deal with but the headmaster. Now I knew who to be nice to.

"But that's not all, there is a reason they call this place House of Protege. You've got Greg, whose dad Jerome went here with my parents. Felix, whose dad Alfie did the same. Lily, whose mom Amber came here for a long time. Nick, whose mom KT graduated with my dad. And then Alice, whose parents Eddie and Patricia met here. You're the only non- protege here!"

Okay. I had to admit it was really weird that they'd all had kids who were in the same year of school, but them being put together isn't that odd considering who the headmaster was. I could see him putting friend's kids in their old house.

"Good to know. I'll have to come down and meet everybody after I meet this Andy of yours."

Andy smiled knowingly before heading back into the living room, most likely to tell everybody about their odd new American roommate.

I, myself, headed up the stairs suitcase in had ready to meet this malicious Andy.