Paranormal Academy
By
Linkandroid12
Prologue:
"The Wolf Who Lived"
My name is Teddy. I am a wizard who lives in London. My grandmother Andromeda is my guardian. The rest of my family I do not know of.
Today is my thirteenth birthday. I have been attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the past two years. I am a Slytherin and my Grandmother hates it. She usually just rants about it but there is no telling if she won't do something out of pure anger. She is prone to losing her mind when she is that angry.
My life has been one living hell since I was eleven. I started Hogwarts that year hoping to just blen in with everyone else. Not to be …
Not for me … the one who lived …
I should tell you I should have been dead for years now. He nearly killed me … It was only a small chance … a long shot … that I lived. There are even those that would go as far as to say I should rot in my pre-made grave. Those are mostly Griffindors that hate me though.
He got possession of a body and tried to kill me. Using the most cowardly and half-assed means of staying alive he came after me. I was not afraid … I just wondered how I had managed to defeat him in the first place … … …
2000 –
All was quiet in the house of Lupin. No noises could be heard and no movements could be found in the house. It was dark and that is exactly how 'he' liked it.
I woke up to the house shaking. I clamped my hand over my mouth to keep from growling. I had been doing that a lot and my grandmother hated it. I crept out of bed quietly and walked to the window. I fingered the glass as I gently blew on it. The clouds of dust receeded to reveal –
I did not know who the man was. I did not care. He was walking outside the house so that meant I was safe. Grandmother told me that nothing could haurt me from outside. But she was not here …
This person might try to get in …
"No," I said as I saw him walking in the direction of the front door. My grandmother's adopted daughter Shiela was in the house. I had to protect her even if I was smaller. She could not do magic and I could. I was not good at it yet but I might be able to stall this man. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that and we would be safe.
I heard rather than saw him first. The door was smashed to pieces as I could hear a high pitched wail.
"ahhhhhhhhh! Let me go." Shiela's voice said.
"Shiela," I whispered as I slowly started to creep toward the front entrance.
"Give me the boy." A gruff voice said.
"No!" the girl replied.
"Will I have to do things the hard way?" the same voice asked silkily.
"Y-you can not have him." She said with a slight shaking in her voice.
"You leave me no choice. Avada Kedavra!"
'No!' I thought as I started running toward the foyer. Shiela's body was slumped against the floor as a man stood over her.
"So it is you boy?"
"What do you want with me? And why did you kill her?" I asked as I clasped her dead and frozen hand in mine.
"You are what I want boy. You are powerful. I can not have an equal." The man said.
"What makes you say that?" I asked as small objects in the hallway next the foyer started shaking. My magic was humming in the air and I was oblivious to it.
"Ah! Just the thing I am trying to stop. Avada Kedavra!" he said as he pointed a long slender wand at me.
I stood there frozen to the spot as the flash of green light soared toward me. This was the curse that would kill me. This was what grandmother had always warned me of. Why wasn't she here to protect me? Why did she have to leave with that friend of hers tonight? If not shiela might still …
As I closed my dark brown eyes for the last moments of life …
Nothing happened –
I opened them immediately after feeling an extreme amount of pain on my left shoulder. I looked down at it and saw blood dripping from it profusely. I then, looked up into the dark eyes of the man. My alleged murderer and Shiela's.
"What?" the man said as his face scrunched up in pain …
I fell to the ground a few seconds later and everything went black … … …
I barely remember that time. Sometimes I wonder if I have dreamed 'him.' But every time I look at my left shoulder and see the scar. The scar in the shape of a dragon. Sometimes it burns for no reason andother times it just tingles. It is a phenomenon that I survived. No one knows why it happened that way and no one for the life of them can tell me why I am still alive.
I was told in my first year that the man had been the next dark lord. His name was Willow. Why he was after me is still a mystery but I am still alive. I decided to make something of my life. But things started to get in the way … make it difficult …
Since I was a baby I have been able to do things that others cannot. I can hear sounds from miles away and change my appearance at will. The second one is from my mother –the metamorph first though is strange for a wizard. There are other things too though. I can smell much better than I should be able to and I can see in the dark when no one else can. Lifting heavy objects is not hard either. There are probably others but I have not figured them out yet.
I know what you are thinking …
Super-sonic hearing –
Strong sense of smell –
Super developed eyesight –
Super strength –
I know a super hero? A creature of the supernatural …
You are right at least with one of those. But we do not call them supernatural creatures –they are—paranormal creatures. I am one of them –q werewolf-.
Enough of the past. I was telling you about first year …
Everything was going fine that year. I was getting straight A's and I had a few friends. My favorite classes are Defense Against the Dark Arts and Auror Training. They call DADA something else now actually. It is called Offensive Magic now. After Voldemort the school thought there needed to be a class to teach physical fighting as well as with magic. This is how the 'auror training' class came to be.
The new headmaster is Sirius Black's distant cousin Redalus Black. He is a nice guy and I have spent many nhours just talking to him in his office. My friend Jesse is in his second year this year. I am happy to have met him this year. He is a black too. He is the son of Redalus and Aaron Malfoy. Yeah I know the Malfoys aren't that nice but he is fine.
Yeah I said Aaron. Redalus has a gay lover and together they created Jesse. That also makes Jesse related to Harry Potter because Sirius made him his blood heir. Either way I am related to them as well. It is nice to know that I still have family aside from Andromeda. She is nice … when she isn't drunk. Then ,… well let's just say you don't want to be around her.
At the end of the year Willow tried to find another means of staying alive. He possessed the body of a ministry official who came to tour the school. He then tried to take a priceless artifact kept by the boggart who lives in the dungeons. This crown [which once belonged to the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw] can supposedly give someone eternal life. With that being sought after it was bound to attract unwanted attention. And it did in the most gruesome of ways … … …
During that year he tried to kill me again.
