I stood on the balcony letting the glow of the setting sun wash over me. This is where I came to think, to clear my head. Needless to say, I had a lot to think about. Sighing, I heard Ashdan walking behind me.
"Excited for tomorrow?" He asked, throwing his arm around my shoulder.
"Yeah, I guess…I'm kind of nervous." Why was I nervous you ask? I'll tell you why. Tomorrow, I finally get to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Your probably confused now, aren't you? Well let me explain. I've gone to St. Garnet's for the past five years, for my magic education. It's pretty much the "public school" for witches and wizards. Why did I go there? I don't know, but I just did. My best friend, Ashdan, has been going to Hogwarts his whole life, which I don't find fair. I guess I should explain more about my life.
Well it started out when I was ten, my mum died. They say it was an accident, I say that's bullocks. My dad murdered her and I know it. He is a big supporter of Voldemort and all his crap. So when I was eleven, I ran away from home since I wasn't going to put up with my father and his controlling, kill-all-muggleborns ways. As I was sprinting down the street, I came across Ashdan.
"Where are you going?" A boy with dark black hair asked me. I looked up and saw him sitting on the front steps of a house. Where was I going? I thought to myself. I honestly had no idea where I was, maybe I should of thought out this running away from home business more. Oh well, no turning back now.
"I uh…ran away from home." I quietly told him. He knit his eyebrows together.
"Why did you do that?" He questioned further. He motioned for me to sit on the steps with him.
"Umm…I don't uh get along with my father."
"I understand." He nodded, confirming his thought.
"You do?" I asked raising an eyebrow. Did this kid really understand?
"Well my father left when I was just a few months old, I don't know anything about him."
"Oh." I nodded my head, I wish my father would of left when I was a few months old, then I never would have had to deal with his crap and mum would still be alive.
"You ok?" He asked, eyes full of concern. I brought my palm to my forehead in frustration
"No not really…I…don't know what I'm going to do." I bit my lip and stared at the bricks. I had no idea what to do now. All I knew is that I was not going back home.
"There is an orphanage around the corner and down the street." He pointed with his hand in the direction. I guess that was my only option.
"Thanks…" I muttered, picking up my stuff and started walking back to the street.
"Hey what's your name?" The boy asked.
"Taylor." I answered back.
"Cool. I'm Ashdan. Bye Taylor." He waved as I walked down the street towards my new home. The orphanage.
I lived in that orphanage for a long time. But almost everyday that summer Ashdan came and visited. Me and Ashdan became best friends soon enough. Later that August I got a letter from St. Garnets, saying I was accepted. I found out Ashdan in fact was going to some fancy school called Hogwarts. St. Garnets was ok for the first few years, but this last year is when I lost it. I was stressed out from O.W.L.'s enough as it was, and all of my "friends" decided to turn on me and be back stabbing gits. Needless to say, I had enough of St. Garnets and I wanted out.
As I complained about this Ashdan he came up with a genius plan. He was going to move out of his home (he can't stand his dead beat mum anyway, she's an alcoholic…so he comes home to her passed out and she tells him she hates him and stuff like that) and we're going to buy a flat in London together. Now before you little perverts start getting thoughts in your head, Ashdan and I are just friends. He is like my big brother I never had, really. But anyway, this June with the little money he had saved up and the money I had inherited from my mum when she "tragically passed away" (yeah right. Like I said, she was murdered) which was actually a lot. She came from a pure blood family from France, and they had money, so yeah…ANYWAY, with the money we had, we bought our flat in London. It's a simple flat, two bedrooms, kitchen, living room, small dining room, bathroom and a balcony. What sold me on this flat was the view, it was the perfect view of downtown London, I absolutely loved it. So now, living in my new flat with my best friend, I now am out of the St. Garnet district and now go to Hogwarts.
"Hello, Earth to Taylorrrrrrr." Ashdan's voice rang in my ear.
"What! What? Did you burn the flat down?" I laughed at him.
"No not yet…" He smiled slyly "But anyway, we better get inside, you still need to pack."
"I can do it in the morning." I complained to him.
"No! You will not be last minute! I am not missing the train tomorrow because you failed to pack your trunk tonight!" He stuck his tongue out at me.
"Fine fine…let's go, your helping me pack." I stuck my tongue out back at him. I swear me and him can be so childish, I can't believe this flat hasn't flooded or burned down yet.
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(A/N. First fanfic ever! Ha, finally got off my lazy arse and wrote one. I'm not sure where I want to go with this story, except its going to be a Sirius/OC fic. Oh yeah and disclaimer, I own nothing, except for my dear Taylor)