Prologue
"Bah, nonsense," I thought, as I was reading The Daily Prophet. "There's no way The Dark Lord was defeated!" There was a sudden scream that sounded inhuman. "Sanz! Get over here this instant!" This yelling was rather common in my home. You see, my father served under Lord Voldemort himself. You could say he was rather determined to stay true to the old ways even after The Dark Lords demise. "Coming father," As I set down the paper, he yells for me again, only this time, it doesn't sound as violent. I thought it strange, but generally, when things like this happen, I don't question them. I take them at face value hoping they pan out into something better. I had no idea how wrong I was.
"Sanz, you're leaving," my father said. I kept my face straight but my thoughts were running rampant through my mind. "Leaving? Exactly what do you mean?" I said, my voice slowly losing its strength. "Yes my son, leaving. You're going to Hogwarts you see. It's about time you learned about proper magic." Now I was all too knowledgeable about my father and his ways. Knowledgeable enough that I knew this wasn't because he wanted me to learn about magic from a school.
"Hogwarts you say? Why now? I'm 18 after all. I'll have but a year to learn." I was genuinely confused. Had he gone mad? Was he considering going into hiding again, or had he and my mom gotten into some kind of trouble with the Ministry and thought it best to send me away? Of course, it wouldn't be the first time that has happened what with the Second Wizarding War and all.
"Have you spoken to mother about this? I'm sure she would say something quite different." My father called my bluff instantly. He knew that I was smarter than that. It was my mom's plan all along to send me off. I assume for far more obscure reasons though.
"Very well then. When do I leave?" I said, hoping that it was some time far off into the future. But instead of a reassuring gesture or sign of this all being a joke, I was met with the sight of my father pointing at my trunk leaning against the wall. He looked at me with a grin and said "Tomorrow, bright and early."
