Hi Everybody,
I while ago, I can't remember how long, I wrote this story in the "Harry Potter Author Section." I got pretty far in to the fanfic and was writing a series of stories. Then school started getting harder so I had to start. I ended up stopping for a long period of time. When I came back Fanfiction.net had been upgraded and the "Harry Potter Author Section was deleted. This wasn't a real problem until I discovered that I no longer had my backup file of the first story. So I am rewriting it from scratch using only my memories of the original story and my back up files of the other the second and third story. Anyway this is my revised copy I hope you enjoy, and please read and review for me thank you.
Ookami
CHAPTER 1
THE VEELA BOY
Keith Smiths woke with the sunlight streaming into his eyes from his open window. He opened to see a small red robin on his windowsill looking at him with great interest. Every morning some sort of bird was sitting on his windowsill waiting to greet him. It was actually rather nice to have such a pleasant welcome every morning. He smiled and sat up. Keith stretched his arms and got out of bed to look at himself in the mirror on the other side of his room. He was eleven years old that day, a dark skinned boy with short black hair and deep puppy dog brown eyes. He was skinny but he didn't look frail, that w2as impossible, his mother never forgot to feed him at least a dozen times a day. It was a wonder he wasn't fat.
He went to the bathroom, showered, got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. His mother and father were both already downstairs waiting for him at the table. His father, helping set the table while his mother put his breakfast on a plate. His mother was a beautiful woman with a youthful face long black hair and deep blue eyes. His father was a handsome but portly man with short cut hair and very kind smile.
"You woke up," his mom said with her beautifully kind voice, "I didn't call you. Maybe you're actually growing up." He smirked at the comment and then sat down as she lay his breakfast in front of him. "Now are you sure you want to go through with this," she asked him for the hundredth time in the last three days, "I understand if your nervous."
Keith was going to be performing at his schools talent show that night. He had grown very good at playing the ocarina and decided he had enough talent with it to risk playing a song in front of his classmates. After all it was the last time he would be at that school. Strangely his mother seemed a hundred times more nervous than he ever felt. His dad was eager for him to do it. He felt this might help get Keith to be more confident around girls; he was actually fairly girl shy. He was actually hoping this might change that too.
Keith spent the day walking around his neighborhood, trying to keep himself busy so that he wouldn't get too nervous. His mother didn't help matters by walking around constantly asking him "Are you sure you want to do this?" His Aunt Shari and her husband were supposed to show up later but till then he simply walked around. As he leaned against the light pole on the corner he stopped and noticed that every single animal on the block: the birds in the trees, the dogs and cats in yards and houses, and even a few cats and dogs in passing cars all looked at him seemingly intent on him. As he walked around it got the distinct impression that the animals were all following him. He eventually got a little self-conscious and jogged home the sound a meowing cats and barking dogs following him home.
His Aunt Shari was at the house when he got there. She was an exact duplicate of Keith's mother except for her short cut brown hair. She was also different in personality. Keith's mother was very motherly and passive in her mannerism though very strong. Aunt Shari was different; she had the eager energy that most of the teen girls Keith knew couldn't compare to. She was so much like a child Keith felt like she was more like a sister. She usually greeted him with a very loving and affectionate hug and then embarrassed him by asking him about what girls he had a crush on. Today however, she was very subdued and when Keith came in she greeted him with a very small and motherly hug. She was happy to see him but seemed just as concerned as his mother was about the upcoming performance.
"Are you nervous," she said rather imploringly, "we all understand if you don't want to go through with this. Its perfectly all right." Keith had to assure her several times that he was all right before she finally gave up and, like his mother, simply sat in the corner looking worried. Right before they all left for the school, his mother and aunt ran up stairs and came back down with something tucked in their pockets. "Cameras." His aunt said and they were off.
The school auditorium was very full by the time they arrived, and the audience was already piled into their seats. It seemed like everyone here was a girl from his class or the mother of one of the performers. None of the boys of fathers were apparently interested in watching the soon to be gone students perform. Keith shrugged and tried to shake away the nervous feeling inside him as he twirled his little ocarina around in his hands. He didn't hear or think about any of the other performers and when he heard his named called he walked out onto stage feeling like he knees had turned to jelly. He looked out over the crowd. His parents, aunt, and uncle were all in the center of the audience. His father and uncle looked happy but his mother and aunt were biting their lips and had their fist clenched over something in the laps that looked a lot like sticks. Shaking it off Keith walked over to the small stool that had been set for him in front of a microphone. Taking his seat Keith slowly placed the ocarina to his lips and taking in a shuddering breath began to play.
The music escaped the ocarina in a slow peaceful whistle that rippled and echoed throughout the room. As with anytime he played, Keith felt a great piece spread over him as he played, letting all his fears and worries fade away in the music. He let the music ripple through him as it seemed to do the crowd, he could hear people sighing a sort of peaceful calm and then he blocked out all sound.
Then, quite suddenly, he was tackled to the ground. His ocarina flew out of his hands and he opened his eyes to see one of the girls from his class pinning him to the ground. She began kissing him all over and suddenly another girl was tackling him. Soon every woman in the audience young and old, with the exception of his aunt and mother were pinning him and tearing his clothing. He was pinned and the girls on his chest were making it very hard to breath. Every time they shoved him back down his head slammed into the stage floor. He was feeling light headed and they weren't helping. He vision was growing cloudy and then, just as he was blacking out, he saw the women on top of him start flying around as though being tossed by some unseen force. He saw his mother and aunt run up to him, each brandishing sticks. Sticks? Before he could wonder about any of it all, he passed out on the floor.
When Keith came too he was lying in his bedroom, his ocarina lay at his side, but it had been smashed by one of the woman who pounced on him. He got up slowly and felt a great rush of dizziness flow to the top of his head. Slowly he walked downstairs hearing his uncle shouting. He moved closer the living room just in time to see his uncle rush out of the house screaming. "I CAN'T BELIEVE, I MARRIED A...A..." he slammed the door and he was gone. Keith walked into the room to see his Aunt looking heartbroken, his mother looking comforting, and his father looking completely dazed and in shock. He staggered into the room and his mother saw him.
"Keith." She said and his aunt turned to him, her heartbroken expression replaced by a very serious one that wasn't typical of her. "Are you feeling all right sweetie." His mother asked coming up and feeling at his forehead.
"I think so," he said staggering slightly. His mother sat him on the couch and he looked again at his father, who seemed to be frozen in a look of shock.
"We need to explain to you what happened today." Aunt Shari said as she sat next to him, her heartbroken expression mixing with her serious one. "You see Keith...what happened, well... oh the hell with it." She turned and looked him dead in the eyes. "Keith you're a wizard."
Keith gaped at her, if not for the pure seriousness in her eyes, he would've thought she was telling him a very odd joke. His mother came and sat on the other side of him. She tried to look comforting but didn't quite do it as well as she usually did. "You also a Veela Keith."
"A what?" He asked.
"A Veela," she said again, "you have the magical ability to entice people of the opposite sex. You see your aunt Shari and I are witches and Veela and you have inherited that from me. I didn't worry about it at first because, it's very...well it's very odd for a male to have Veela abilities. Most Veela are female, but you see you have, well the reason that those women attacked you is because you are able to entice women through your music. We thought we had sensed it when you started learning to play but we had hoped it was just our imagination."
Keith said nothing, he couldn't think of anything to say. That was a lot of information to take in so quickly. A wizard? A Veela? Was this why animals were always following him? Why he felt such a strange energy whenever he played his ocarina? As he thought on these things he heard something clicking at the window behind him. As he turned to look he saw a large barn owl clicking its beak against the window. His mother and aunt looked in surprise and opened the window. The barn owl swooped in a dropper a letter onto Keith's lap; it then swooped around and flew back out the window. Keith looked at the letter that seemed to be written in green ink. His mother's eyes lit up as she looked at it.
"This is amazing," she said then she looked to his Aunt Shari, "on the very same day he finds out." Keith picked up the letter and opened it. It was fairly small and written in beautiful green ink.
Dear Mr. Smiths,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwartz School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Term begins on September 1st please send you response no later than July 11th. Enclosed is a list of school supplies and books that will be necessary. We look forward to seeing you in the fall.
Hermoine Granger Head Mistress
Keith gave the letter to his mother and aunt, whose worries and seriousness were now suddenly replaced by a sudden girl like happiness. "He got into Hogwartz!" they were screaming to each other as they hugged him. His father was finally coming out of his stupor and join Keith in asking them exactly what going to Hogwartz meant. His mother and Aunt went on to explain that Hogwartz was the best and most elite school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was thought by some of the most legendary wizards. Keith looked at the letter in disbelief. A school for witches and wizards?