AUTHORS NOTE: Yes, yes. This idea has been done a million times. A relative of a Professor transfers to Hogwarts, yadda, yadda yadda. X_x But I have a somewhat original idea, at least I think so. Anyway, only a few of my ideas contain in this FF, but everything else is J.K. Rowling's. This is my first FF so I'd appreciate constructive criticism, not flames. I know that the chapter's rather short - but it's supposed to be. It's the prologue. ^_^
Dear Father,
I have a request. This might surprise you, but I'd like to transfer to Hogwarts. Mother is getting remarried to a mind deprived slimeball of a man named Antimodes Grimwulf. My feelings towards him are of loathing and despise and I'm quite certain that he hates me, too. He smells of cheap muggle cologne and his breath of rotten eggs and he has the personality of a dry sponge. I don't know what mother sees in him, other than the fact that he's 'loaded'. She's only marrying him for the Galleons which reside in his wallet. One things for sure:
I refuse to live under the same roof as him.
I'm also beginning to realize that I miss you. I haven't seen you in, what, thirteen years? We barely know one another. Writing letters and sending photographs isn't the same as actually being there with you. And I absolutely HATE Moonscar. I have no friends at that poor excuse of a school. All of the student's there are snobs and the teachers aren't too fond of me, either. I'm struggling socially and academically. At least at Hogwarts I have an opportunity to 'start fresh'.
Mother and I are also drifting apart. It is on flimsy occasion that we pass words. In fact, when I return home from school, the only thing that she says to me is, "I'm going out tonight. There's a few sickles on the table for you to go to the Golden Ear Inn. I don't know when I'll be back."
My life is extremely barren, father. I want to abandon this hell and come live with you.
ZANAR
Dear Father,
I have a request. This might surprise you, but I'd like to transfer to Hogwarts. Mother is getting remarried to a mind deprived slimeball of a man named Antimodes Grimwulf. My feelings towards him are of loathing and despise and I'm quite certain that he hates me, too. He smells of cheap muggle cologne and his breath of rotten eggs and he has the personality of a dry sponge. I don't know what mother sees in him, other than the fact that he's 'loaded'. She's only marrying him for the Galleons which reside in his wallet. One things for sure:
I refuse to live under the same roof as him.
I'm also beginning to realize that I miss you. I haven't seen you in, what, thirteen years? We barely know one another. Writing letters and sending photographs isn't the same as actually being there with you. And I absolutely HATE Moonscar. I have no friends at that poor excuse of a school. All of the student's there are snobs and the teachers aren't too fond of me, either. I'm struggling socially and academically. At least at Hogwarts I have an opportunity to 'start fresh'.
Mother and I are also drifting apart. It is on flimsy occasion that we pass words. In fact, when I return home from school, the only thing that she says to me is, "I'm going out tonight. There's a few sickles on the table for you to go to the Golden Ear Inn. I don't know when I'll be back."
My life is extremely barren, father. I want to abandon this hell and come live with you.
ZANAR