Chapter 1-Prologue
Its late at night, a plain bedroom in sight, nothing fancy. Nothing appears to be abnormal about this room, it has white walls, and beige floor boards. The room is neat compared to most teenagers rooms. There is a beige desk with the newest style computer resting on it. The desk is placed perfectly in this teen's bedroom, as is everything else. In the corner of the room, a bureau is placed to match the neatness of the room. And not far from the bureau lies a full size bed, which at the moment a fourteen year old boy resides in. And above the boys head resides a portrait, which if you were to remove would reveal a window, or a perfect escape hatch. Yet nothing seems to be out of the ordinary.
" A teenager around thirteen or fourteen in formal attire, blue jeans and a tee shirt is standing in a forest standing by a lake. It is pitch black with no moon in sight, but fortunately for him he seems to be able to see clearly as if it were a bright sunny day, with no clouds in sight. Smoke streams out of the lake and forms a person, who turns to the teenager and starts to talk with him. The teenager doesn't seem surprised, his eyes flash with recognition as if they knew the smokey figure would appear."
Across the world another teenage boy is having the exact same dream.
" A teenage boy around thirteen or fourteen with golden locks and deep blue eyes,wearing muggle clothing is standing in a pitch black forest by a lake when a smokey figure steps out and the two start to have a conversation. The both of them are talking as though they are in a hurry yet no sound comes out of their mouths. A dark shadow steps out of the lake but they do not see it. The dark shadow gets closer until it is only a few steps away from them. The teenager opens its mouth in shock."
"A green light descends upon them, and then there is darkness."
The boy's eyes open up in shock. There is nothing out of place, his room is as neat as ever. He peels back his covers, and slips out of bed. Dressed in his silk pajama bottoms he pads over to the dresser and checks to see if anything is out of place. Nothing seems to be missing. He opens up a secret drawer hidden in the bureau and slips out a plain envelope. He slipped out what appeared to be a plain sheet of paper. "Appareo" The boy whispered. Writing appeared on the pages. The paper gripped in his hands he walked over to his bed and sat down. He smiled while reading the letter, he had obviously read this letter before. Once he had finished reading the letter he waved his hand and the writing disappeared from the pages. He slipped the letter back into the envelop which he then closed in the secret drawer. "Obfirmo." He tried to open the drawer but it was locked. With a smile of triumph he closed the bureau. He walked back over to his bed and made it. After he thought his room was presentable he stepped out and slipped in to the bathroom.
He welcomed the warm spray of the shower as it relaxed him. The continuous warm spray turned cold as ice and jogged his memory from a few months ago.
" It was a hot day in June. Not one anyone in their right minds would want to be in school on a day like this. At Apollo Academy, the most prestigious school in New York, I might add. The hottest day of the summer and here at Apollo Academy, the private school for the rich every student was working to beat the bell. That is except for James Warren. He had his work done hours ago, and now here he was leaning back in his chair and slacking off, while drinking a soda. Now mind you slacking off will get you a detention and drinking a soda in a classroom is prohibited but when it came to James Warren he made his own set of rules. As long as he did his work he was left alone. Anyways, I'm getting off track. The bell rang. While everyone else was trying to get their things together, James slung his bag over his shoulder grabbed his soda and slipped out of the classroom. The halls were empty so James slipped out the backdoor walked down the steps in to a long black sleek limo. "Good afternoon, Master Warren." James tilted his head. "Good afternoon." The limo sped off. The limo went through a series of dark streets where it was raining heavily. The limo stopped in front a couple shady looking stores. "Thanks Alfred, I shouldn't be long." James stepped out of the limo, being soaked to the core by the rain, walked over to the middle store and knocked three times. A slot was pulled back revealing an eye. "Who's there ? " James rolled his eyes before replying. "Jace." The door opened revealing a burly young man. "Get in here already will ya, you soaked to the bone do ya really think I want that to be me." Jace rolled his eyes and stepped inside the door. Jace started to walk with the burly young man as he started talking. "Glad you came by here Jace, your order came in and I couldn't call ya cause of yer folks." Jace smirked. "There's also the problem where you don't have my number." He glared at Jace. "Do you have any idea how many Warren's there are in New York City." Jace smirked. "Let me guess, a lot. He frowned. "A lot doesn't even begin to cover it." Jace raised an eyebrow. The man reached behind a counter and passed a bag to Jace. "Here you go, everything should be there." Jace frowned. "They better be, those ingredients are expensive." The man snorted. "Tell me about it." Jace smiled, reached behind himself and pulled an amulet off a table. "I'll also take this." The man nodded. "That will be an extra..." Jace nodded. "Yeah, I know." Jace handed him a wad of 100 dollar bills. "I'll see you later Luke." Sensing something Jace walked to the back of the shop to see an old man with a long white beard in blue robes. "Now Gandalf what would you be doing in a little store like this." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with mirth. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Warren." Jace raised an eyebrow. "I don't know if I can say the same thing about you." Dumbledore handed Jace a letter which he skimmed through. "I've been accepted to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, I don't know about you but I'm pretty sure my parents would be against this." "No comment. Okay besides the fact of magic being totally crazy, how I am supposed to explain to my parents that I want to transfer to a boarding school in England. Dumbledore smiled. "I'm sure you already know what you have to do." Jace nodded his head and exited the store, crawled back in to the limo and went home.
Jace sighed. That was two months ago. Here he was on August fifth with only hours left before Dumbledore came to take him off to Hogwarts. He took in a deep breath and stepped out of the shower. Jace grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around his waist. He padded off to his bedroom.
Jace went over to his bureau, slipped on a gray tee shirt and a pair of basket ball shorts. His eyes drifted to his bed where an empty suitcase lay. Jace sighed and glared at the suitcase. Jace waved his hand and everything in his bureau landed in the suitcase. Jace stepped over to his bureau and over to the secret compartment. "expositus." The compartment opened Jace took the envelope out of the compartment and put it in to a pocket in his suitcase. "evanesco." Jace waved his hand and the envelope disappeared.
Jace did a final look over of his bedroom before he zipped up his suitcase. His parents thought he was heading off to summer camp, they were never ones to ask questions. By the time they figured out he was missing it would be too late. He could never return home. He'd been trying to ignore this part of his life for ever and now here was embracing it. Separating all human ties and losing himself in the magical world. On second thought...
Jace went over to his bureau and slipped out a few notebooks. He'd be needing these. Inside these innocent looking notebooks held notes and memoirs of the life he couldn't escape. Illustrations and notes of strength and weaknesses of every demon he'd encountered. His eyes traveled towards his book shelf. He'd need to add all those books too. There were text books, myths, stories of the magical world, he couldn't have his parents finding that. Jace sighed. He walked back over to his bed and pulled out a drawer underneath. There were hundreds of souvenirs of all his previous demon battles. He put those in his back pack, and smiled to himself as a memory came.
"Aaaah. Jace ran down the depths of the underworld slipping behind a rock just narrowly missing a very fiery death. Jace peered up from the rock just in time to be blasted through the air by a lightning bolt. Ouch. "Now, that wasn't very nice." A stream of fire started streaming towards him. His eyes widened in fear. He scrambled to his feet. Now it was too close to even react. It's not like I could roll to the side and miss this lovely fire. This was it. Oh great, I'm gonna die. Now what am I supposed to tell mom, gee sorry I never came home I got burned to a crisp. I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for death. I opened up my eyes. Okay what gives ? I took in my surroundings about ten feet in front of me where my good friend the demon should have been standing was a pile of ash, okay weird. And here I was standing alive when I should be dead. With a huge blue bubble surrounding me. Wait a second. A blue bubble surrounding me, wait I've read about these. This isn't a bubble its a force field, and its surrounding me, so when that jack ass sent that stream of fire at me it rebounded off the shield and killed him instead. Awesome. I walked over to the pile of ash and picked up his dagger that had ancient symbols on the side, with a blue jewel on the handle. I slid it in my pocket. With a smile on my face I disappeared in blue and purple sparks."
Jace grabbed a few more sentimental objects from his room and stuffed them in his bag. Jace slipped a chain out from his shirt, hanging from that chain was a pure gold ring, and on the top of the ring was a blue gem. Jace fingered the ring before stuffing it back inside his shirt.
A loud pop resonated through the room. Jace looked up with his suitcase in hand and his back pack on his shoulder. "Lets get the hell out of here." Dumbledore put his hand on Jace's shoulder and they apparated out of his room.
If your ever offered the chance to apparate, don't. I didn't get too queasy, even it being my first time. Okay , yeah, I've had some experience with teleportation before neither more comfortable than the last. Going up in sparks may look really cool, but let me tell you it gets you there fast and at the same time it feels like your insides are being torn apart and then sewn back together, not the most comfortable feeling. I'd tell you the other one but then you might want to try that at home, which is strictly forbidden.
Jace and Dumbledore appeared in what looked to be a medium size house that had definitely collected dust over the years and was very dark. Jace tilted his head. "Where are we ? This doesn't look like a school to me." Dumbledore bore a nice fatherly smile. "Your at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place." Jace raised an eyebrow. "It's the Head Quarters for The Order of the Phoenix. A resistance of sorts." Jace nodded. "Now follow me." Dumbledore led Jace down a hallway and up a flight of stairs, stopping at a doorway to the right. "This is your stop. I'll be downstairs with the fellow order members, I'm sure I'll see you soon." Jace scowled. "You still haven't answered my question." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with earnest. "I'll be seeing you soon, goodbye James." James trudged in to the room with fury. Stupid, manipulative old man. He won't tell me a damn thing. Jace put his things down by a bed and sprawled himself on top of the covers and closed his eyes.
An: Here are my Latin translations. Appareo=Appear. Obfirmo=Lock. expositus=open. evanesco=disappear.