Disclaimer: Do you seriously think this is mine it's all J.K.R.'s genius the only thing that's mine is Damien. Hi I'm Aureus Verus this is my first Fanfic, so please be kind, I worked real hard on my stories. So read, review, and enjoy.Please no flames!
The Masters' Heir
By Aureus Verus
Chapter 1: Finding an Identity
It was a busy day in London, people hurried from place to place not bothering to notice a small boy leaning against the wall of a bookstore. He looked to be about eleven, but in truth he was fifteen , just very short and scrawny for his age. His name was Damien. The reason he wasn't hurrying about was simple, he had nowhere to hurry to. He was an orphan, alone in the world, he had lived in an orphanage up until six months ago, when he had a strange dream.
FLASHBACK:
Damien had just fallen asleep when he met a strange woman in his dream world, she has deep clear blue eyes like never ending pools of the purest water, eyes that could pierce the soul, and sleek black hair. Her eyes were just like Damien's and that is because she was his mother.
"Mmmmother" Damien stuttered surprised.
"Yes, Damien it's me", she said , her voice had a misty quality like she was talking to him from far away.
"Why are you here?" Damien asked, he knew it was stupid and rude to ask, but he was curious.
"You must leave the orphanage and find your father, he will need you in the future", she answered smiling.
"But, how will I find him?" he asked, completely perplexed.
"Damien, take this chain and I will give you one other thing" she replied in the same misty voice.
"What?" he asked still confused.
"You may not know this but you're a wizard, I give you knowledge, that you have missed, and this book it was your fathers' and still is I suppose", she said looking lost in thought.
A sudden wave of knowledge came over him and suddenly he knew spells and incantations he never knew before, things he couldn't even imagine, for he never thought of spells or incantations in his fourteen years.
"I must go now, but remember, I will always love you", came the misty voice as it faded away just as his image of her faded into his dreams.
PRESENT:
That was six months ago, and Damien had found no trace of his father, his chances of finding him were pretty slim after all the only clue he had was a chain with a broken pendant that showed half of a family crest. Still even as his chances seemed to dwindle daily, there was always hope, and he would never give up.
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