I hope that you enjoy this fic, as I have finally managed to get enough inspiration to write an entire 7 book series on Harry Potter.
This is Chapter 1 of Book 1
Claimer - I own everything mentioned in this chapter
Today was my 11th birthday. I woke to find a letter placed on my bedside table, well it wasn't really mine, but my foster parents let me have it when I moved in with them. I never got letters, ever. I'd doubt it if even my biological parents wanted to write to me, I was just a nobody to them. The letters were always for either my foster parents, or the boy I am made to call brother. I hated that boy's gut. He was such a pain in the ass, that even my 'family' got annoyed at him from time to time. But they never got as angry at him as they did at me. I had been passed around foster homes for as long as I could remember, however I has managed to stay at this one for a longer period of time than the rest of them. I haven't really been one for staying put, add in my ADHD, then I am the worst kind of package that a foster family could ever get. I have never felt sorry for myself though, as my biological parents were still alive. Well, as far as I knew they were still alive.
From the moment I was born, my mother had wanted me adopted, I couldn't understand why though. Was it because of my looks? Father? My mother's age? I would never know, as by the age of 10, you realise that you aren't really wanted by your real parents. Although, I do still wish that I would still get to meet my real family one day. My mother, I was told, had come from a wealthy background. However, no one knew who my father was. So I wondered as to why I was put up for adoption. Why my mother and father didn't want me. These intense question rallied around my head during the lone nights and even lonelier days. I always seemed to be alone, whether at the private school my 'parents' insisted that I went to. Or even at home, where my 'brother' always seemed to hide away from me. It was as if I was being segregated from the other children, as if I was … different.
I felt as if I didn't quite fit in with the other children. Minus the fact that I didn't have any real parents, just a foster family. I just felt as if I had more to offer to this world, but I wasn't sure what that was yet, but I was going to find out sooner or later.
Ten days before my birthday, my not-so-perfect-anyway life descended even further downhill. This was my last week at St. Valentine's Private School, before the Christmas holidays. I didn't understand what happened. All I knew was that at one moment Daisy Rake was beating me to a pulp, then she was staring emptily at me, as if I wasn't there. It was as if I was invisible. It didn't stop there, Daisy shouted for me asking me where I had gone.
"Where are you, you witch? Come out, come out wherever you are," Daisy said, pushing her way past her hooligans and in my direction. There is no elegant way of putting this, so I think 'legged it' sums up my reaction very well. The bullying had been going on since the day Daisy met me, it was as if she sensed my insecurity and used that weakness against me. But I can't tell you how glad I am that I remained invisible until I entered my science class. To sit on my own, like all my other classes.
The letter that I found was curiously scripted in talented cursive writing, which I wished was my handwriting. My handwriting was a series of italic letters which were scribbled if I didn't know how to spell it. The letter was addressed to:
Miss Olympia Aether
Third Bedroom
193 Time Square
Arundel
West Sussex
This was getting creepy, who knew that I lived in the third bedroom? And why did they address the letter with the last name 'Aether', as I had been forced to take the last name of my foster parents which was Jones? This was strange. I wanted to rip the letter open, it was my birthday after all, however I wasn't sure if I wanted to know who sent the letter to me. I just hoped that it wasn't from some kind of stalker.
I hurriedly pulled on a band t-shirt, curiously today I had picked The Defiled as my chosen band of the day. Whatever. Then I pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans and some fox socks. I skipped down the stairs, awaiting the familiar foot-falls of my 'brother' Phoenix, but they never came. I entered the lounge, expecting them all to be sat on the sofa, but they weren't there either. Finally I entered the kitchen, the only hint that they had been there recently was the familiar scrawl of Dahlia's (my foster mother's). The note said that they had gone out to get my 'surprise', I couldn't help but wonder what it was, even though I was a little disappointed that they didn't wait to see me before they left.
So now, being 11 obviously meant that they could trust me home alone. Even though the note was signed by all of them, I couldn't help but search the house for 15 year old Phoenix and his parents. What I did find however was slightly shocking and weird, as Phoenix was asleep. On the other side of his bedroom door, I could hear his soft snores. The reason why this didn't faze me as strange at first was because Phoenix always slept with his door open, and only shut it if he was either downstairs or out. I carefully opened the door, it creaked in opposition at being moved, but nothing less than an earthquake was going to wake Phoenix. After seeing his resting form in his bed, I retreated to the comfort of my room and picked up the letter again.
It was now or never …
I hope that you have enjoyed chapter 1, so please review and tell me what you think.
Best wishes, as always,
Sam/Hephaestus