Anubis

The bitter cold winds whipped against his face as he trudged forward through the never ending snow. Through the howling winds he could hear someone screaming a familiar name. A name he could not place though. The winds had drowned most of the voice out until he came to a sign. The old sign with two arrows pointing the opposite directions "where am I supposed to go?" he asked the voice in the wind. He stared at the arrows feeling as though he should go down one way, but his better instincts told him to go the other. The voice pulled him toward the east but, as he began to move he heard his name. It was a voice the could not place.

"who is there?" he called out to the black air littered with millions of falling snowflakes.

"ANUBIS!" a woman's voice called to him, pulling him back in the other direction. He did not know what to do. Choose the direction that he felt he had to go down, or the direction the voice guided him in.

It called to him again.

"ANUBIS, COME ON SWEETHEART!" Charisse Salvatore's voice was clearer now. She stood outside the door waking Anubis up like she had done every day since he was 8.

"I'm up!" he groaned loud enough for her to hear. "Alright, make sure you are, You don't want to miss today!" if she could sing Anubis was certain she would have been. She loved these days, first days of school that is and she never failed to show it. After her bitter first day at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry she had wanted everyone of her children, and grandchildren to have the absolute perfect first day whether they wanted it or not.

Anubis rolled over on his belly, one eye slowly flickered open and spied the clock '6:36 am' Anubis let out a heavy breath and buried his face in his pillow.

He dreaded this day ever since he had received a very cryptic note that later, with the help of his cousins figured out that today his parents would stop by and see him off to hogwarts for the first and possibly only time. Anubis attempted to wake himself up even more, but the nagging feeling that today wasn't going to be easy crept up on him. The dream didn't help much. It was the same dream he had been seeing for the past month and quite frankly he was tired of it.

Anubis shifted to his side and chanced a look over at the nightstand where a few pictures stood. Moving ever so slightly like a miniature movie. One closest to him was of his siblings and him after a day outside playing in the lake. Little Isadora, his youngest sibling and only sister had made an extremely uncomfortable grimace as she waddled around in wet clothes. The next picture was a large group picture of the family. Anubis let out a slight laugh at it like he always did. The entire Salvatore clan in all of it's glory. With Branin leaning over and kissing Charisse. Anubis's great uncle Elijah standing there grimacing as his wife stood on her tip toes and kisses away the icy glare. His aunt Selene and uncle Taylor bickering behind wide grins, Kody and Violet still trying to fix their youngest daughter's crazy red hair. most of the children attempted to stay still but a poke here and a giggle there and everyone was chasing each other or wrestling each other. The whole family was a hot mess but, family nonetheless. Especially after Anubis's uncle Haymitch arrived in the picture on a water ski with Vlad and Leetah clinging to him laughing hysterically causing everyone to scatter.

Anubis's smile quickly faded as his eyes caught sight of the last picture. It was of his parents when they were in one of their older years at hogwarts Anubis guessed 6th year.

Ares Salvatore and Leslie White-Salvatore had never been much of parents, or rather any type of parents at all except for a few gifts every couple years for birthdays. Ever since he was 3 months old he had lived with his grandparents, Branin and Charisse Salvatore in the Salvatore mansion. He didn't complain much, he had no right to. His life would probably be every night on the run with his parents or whatever they do now.

If he were to speak his mind he would say they terrified him. If anyone in the family were to speak of them...well they wouldn't, that was just one of the unspoken rules of the family. Not to speak of Ares Sullivan-Salvatore and Leslie Lou White-Salvatore the traitors to the entire wizarding world.

Anubis propped himself up on his elbows and tried to wake himself up even more. The knot in his stomach tightened as his thoughts all went to hours later when the meeting would take place.

He had heard his grandfather Branin say once that he would disown both of them from the family but, family was very important to him for reasons Anubis was never told. Rolling out of bed Anubis stood, catching his reflection in the mirror he grimaced.

He was never exceptionally attractive. His dirty blonde hair was always going in every direction when he allowed it to grow past his ears. Sighing he stepped closer to the mirror. His jaw was blocky and personally he hated his face. He had seen pictures of his father and he would claim he looked to much like him and with each passing year it was proven. His pale green eyes and hair color were the only thing that his mother contributed to him. 'thanks mum' he thought as he tugged on a loose strand of hair that had fallen directly in his line of vision.

He frowned at his face. Wishing he could change it more than ever this morning. He was jealous of his siblings, they weren't cursed with anything more than unfortunate parents. They had some similar traits but other than eye color and hair color, nothing seemed to make them look like their parents.

"Anubis, are you up?" Branin's voice called from the other side of the door "you up?" he asked again. Anubis took one last look at his face in the mirror and made his way around his bed to the door. Opening the door just enough to see his grandfather he nodded "yea i'm up"
Branin's age wasn't obvious, he could be anywhere between 30 -50 depending on his mood. Anubis never really knew how old he was, he didn't celebrate it but, he usually went nuts on Halloween which gave him some clue. Anubis always had a sneaking suspicion that was his birthday but he never really cared. Isadora, his younger sister would always make something on Halloween for Branin. Anubis wondered if she knew that was his birthday.

"come on, get dressed pancakes are getting started downstairs" Branin smiled but it did not meet his eyes "or crepes if you want"
Anubis nodded trying to get into the conversation "yea, sure...crepes are cool"
Branin looked almost impressed "they are 'cool' now huh?" He chuckled as he reached out and messed up Anubis's hair even more "see ya down there" he remarked as he turned and went down the hall.

Anubis let out a heavy breath as he shut the door. Under any other circumstance he would be ecstatic about today but his parents presence later today darkened the mood to the point where even his grandfather Branin was scared or angry maybe both or at bare minimum pissed. No one could tell with him sometimes.

Anubis got dressed in his usual black t shirt. He pulled on some jeans and tried to tame his hair. At least he brushed it today and made an attempt.