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In New York, the sun was just beginning to rise. Some people were already up and going to work while others were still sleeping. Four people lived in house number twenty-eight on Hawks road. There were two adults and two children, a boy and a girl. They were both sixteen. The house was fairly large. The living room had beautiful furniture and a piano against one of the walls for the boy who played. They're were pictures of the family, all four members, all around the house. The kitchen was large as well as the dining room with its wooden table. The family room was large with many couches and a large TV. Upstairs were three bedrooms: one for the parents, one for the boy and one for the girl. Both floors had bathrooms.
Some lights in the house were on. Three people were walking around getting ready. In the boy's bedroom, the alarm clock went off. A figure was covered in blankets as he slept. A single hand made it's way out of the blankets as it searched on the nightstand for the clock. Finally the hand found it before hitting it to turn it off. The room was silent for a few moments before there was pounding on the door.
"Wake up, Harry!" a girl yelled. "We have school today!" The girl left the door.
The blankets on the bed were thrown back to reveal a fifteen-year-old boy with black hair and piercing green eyes. His name was Harry Potter. For the first three years of his life, he lived with his relatives after his parents died. His relatives didn't want him so they gave him to an orphanage. To their disappointment, Harry wasn't in there for a day before he was adopted. The Williams family in New York adopted him. They were a nice family with a daughter the same age as Harry down to the very day. Her name was Amy. She and Harry looked alike. No one could tell that Harry was adopted except for his last name, which stayed as Potter. Harry lived with the family ever since. He knew he was adopted but didn't know who his relatives are. He knew how his parents died. Both Amy and himself were home taught magic. They were taught wandless magic actually. They didn't know how to use a wand. Wandless magic is possible for every witch and wizard if they tried hard enough and had people who could already do it, teaching them. They both went to a muggle school though where they had to hide what they really were.
"Harry dear," the mother's voice said nicely through the door. She, like everyone else had an American accent. "Are you awake yet?"
"Yea, Mum," Harry replied back getting out of bed. He had a British accent. Even though he was only in England for a short time, he learned to talk with an accent and it stayed. Many people found it funny on how he pronounced things. He heard his mother walk away. Harry looked through his closet before finding something to wear. His magical things were hidden in a secret compartment in the closet. His sister had a friend sleep over. Amy's items were hidden in her closet as well. Harry dressed before combing through his hair. It was messy but it was the way him and everyone else seemed to like. He didn't wear glasses because his eyes were magically corrected when he was little. His foster parents had said that glasses would hide the color of his eyes. Harry's scar was also corrected when he was little. He had a scarless forehead. Harry grabbed his books off of his desk and threw them into a backpack. He walked out of his room and to the bathroom. Leaving the bathroom, he made his way downstairs.
"Good morning," he said after dumping his backpack on one of the couches in the den before walking into the dining room. His father, Amy and her friend, Jessica were sitting at the table already eating breakfast.
"Good morning," his mother said back before handing Harry a plate filled with pancakes. Harry was skinny for his age. He ate the normal amount that everyone ate but still was very skinny. It was probably because of the running around he does.
"Did you sleep well?" his father asked when Harry sat down. His father was looking over the paper as he talked.
"Very well," Harry responded.
"What classes do you have today?" Amy asked. Amy and Harry were very close. They did a lot together. They just had the same interests. They were like best friends. They were also in the same classes.
"I don't remember," Harry said. It was still the beginning of the school year. "I'll check later." Both siblings were very smart. Most of their classes were advanced for their age. They had both skipped a grade.
They had finished eating before grabbing their bags and heading out the door. They lived close to the school so they walked every day.
"Harry!" someone yelled from the school grounds. Harry looked up. His friends were standing by a big rock in front of the high school grounds. One of them was waving.
"I'll see you later," Amy said before walking away with Jessica.
"Hey guys," Harry said as he walked up to them.
"Do we have chambers today?" his friend Chris asked. Harry nodded. Harry was active in many things. One to those things was music. Harry played the piano and guitar. He was also into singing. Harry was in regular chorus as well as classes in advanced singing. He auditions and was accepted into Chamber Singers and Park Swing. Chamber singers, sometimes called chambers, is chamber music. It was a group of about twenty people who sung chamber music. Chamber music was without music. It was very advanced. Often, each singing section would sing something entirely different from the rest of the chorus. Park Swing was advanced chorus. It was of about fifteen people. They sang regular chorus music, which was lightly advanced.
"I think so," Harry answered. There are four singing sections. For the girls, there is soprano and alto. Soprano is the highest voices while alto, is for the lowest voices of the females. For the boys, there is base and tenor. Base was for the guys with the lowest voices. Tenor was for guys with high vocal ranges. Harry was a tenor.
"Chambers is last period right?" Chris asked. He was a base.
"Yea," Harry answered. He said good bye to his friends before heading inside and to his locker. He exchanged his books just as the bell rang giving him five more minutes. Not wanting to be late, he headed towards is first class which was AP Chemistry. He made it through Chemistry, Calculus, AP World History and Chambers before the last bell rang at the end of the day.
"Harry!" Amy shouted as she made her way through the crowd of students rushing around. "How was classes today?" she asked finally making it over to him.
"Fine," he answered. "I have a History test next class."
"Already?" she asked. "We just started school a few days ago!"
"Tell me about it," he said putting the last book into his backpack before shutting his locker. "How were your classes?"
"Okay," she answered. "Did anyone bother you about your accent?" She laughed. It was a daily question for her.
"Not as much as in the first day," he answered smiling. "But of course you have the people who ask me stupid questions like, say this and say that."
"Mom said she'll be home," Amy said as they headed out of the school.
"Why?" Harry asked. It was unusual for their parents to be home. Their father was an accountant in Manhattan and their mother was a child psychologist. They were rarely home in the afternoons.
"She doesn't have any appointments this afternoon," Amy answered.
"That's strange," Harry answered.
"Tell me about it," Amy replied. "What are you doing after school?"
"I don't know. I have a performance tonight at the middle school," Harry answered.
"For chambers?" Amy asked. Harry nodded. Amy was more into acting than singing. Many times Amy would act in front of Harry and he could comment on her and show her how to be better. It was easier to act in front of Harry rather than in front of her parents. After she's sure she could be the best, then she'll act in front of them.
"So you're going to be practicing?" she asked.
"Maybe," Harry answered. "I already know my parts. I have to get my things out of the closet though." Amy brought a hand up to her head.
"I forgot about that!" she said. "I don't think Faith likes sleeping outside," she said referring to her owl. It was a brown owl. When they were ten, their parents let them each pick out an owl. Amy picked out a brown one while Harry liked the snowy white one. Amy's owl was named Faith while Harry's was named Hedwig.
"Maybe Mum's going to make us practice," Harry suggested.
"Maybe," Amy replied. They reached the house and walked inside. "Mom?" Amy yelled.
"I'm up here!" their mother yelled from upstairs. She walked out of one of the rooms and headed down the stairs. "Something came for you two today." She walked into the dining room. There were two letters on the table.
"Not again!" Amy exclaimed picking one up. "Is it from that school in Massachusetts? That Salem school of witchcraft?"
"No matter how many times I mail to them, they won't stop sending acceptance letters," their mother said.
"I wish that they'll stop," Amy said. "Haven't they already gotten the picture that we don't like their school?"
"Obviously not," Harry responded picking up his letter. He ripped it in half before throwing it in the trash. Amy followed suit.
"Harry, what time is your performance tonight?" their mother asked.
"At seven," he answered. The phone rang from the kitchen. Harry ran to pick it up.
"Hello, is there a Susan Williams there?" a voiced asked on the other line. The person tried to make it sound unlike their own.
"Yea, Dad," Harry replied knowing who it was.
"I can't fool you huh?" his father asked laughing.
"Not in a million years," Harry replied laughing as well. He handed the phone over to his mother.
"Hello John," she said before Harry and Amy headed upstairs to their rooms. Harry put his backpack on his desk before taking his magic things out of the closet. He put his books on his bookshelf. The only reason why Harry had to put his things away was the risk of having the guest in the house accidentally see something in his room and walk in to see it. No one could know that they were a family of witches and wizards.
"Hey Hedwig," Harry said as the owl appeared at the open window. Hedwig hooted in response. "Sorry to leave you outside, girl, but Amy had a friend over." Hedwig flew over to her cage and went in. Harry took owl treats out of his desk and gave some to her. He was getting low on treats.
"Harry?" Amy asked appearing at the door. She had a ditto in her hand. "Can you help me?" She walked into the room and handed Harry the ditto. It was for Calculus. Harry quickly explained how to do it before she left. After finally putting away all of his things, he sat down to do some homework before the phone in his room rang. Harry went over to answer it.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Hey, Harry," Chris said. "Do you want to hang out?" Harry looked over at his homework. He didn't have any that was due the next day.
"Yea sure," he replied. "What do you want to do?"
"I don't know. Maybe do you just want to come over and maybe we can head to the mall?" Chris suggested.
"I'm game," Harry replied.
"Good because there's this really cute girl that I've been seeing lately and I think she's going to be at the mall," Chris said.
Harry laughed. "Hunting down girls? Didn't you just get out of a relationship?"
"That was a week ago," Chris explained. "Alex and Tom are already here. We'll play video games until you get here."
"Yea okay," Harry said. "I'll see you in a few." He hung up the phone. "Amy!" he yelled out the door. Amy's head popped out of her room.
"What?" she asked.
"I'm heading over to Chris' house," he said.
"Yea okay. I might be leaving soon too. Jessica wants me to go over her house," Amy responded.
"I'll see you later," Harry said checking to make sure he had everything he needed before heading downstairs. "Mum!" he yelled coming down the stairs.
"What is it?" she asked coming out of the dining room.
"I'll be back later. I'm heading over to Chris' for awhile," he responded before heading out the door. He walked down the block looking around at the people he passed by. He turned the corner and walked down that block. He finally reached Chris' house and knocked on the door. Chris answered the door.
"Hey, come on in. We're finishing up this round and then we'll head out," he said letting Harry in. Tom and Alex were sitting on the couch in the den in front of a TV holding two controllers in their hands.
"Hey Harry," they greeted without taking their eyes off of the screen.
"I won!" Alex said jumping up. "Yes!"
"Finally," Chris said quietly to Harry. "That game was going on forever."
"I heard that," Tom said standing and stretching. "Are we going?"
"Yup," Chris said opening the front door. They all walked out of the house and started to head down the block to the mall. It was only a few blocks away. They made it there in a few minutes.
"Where first?" Alex asked.
"I demand a rematch!" Tom said referring to the video games. Harry rolled his eyes. Here they go again. They headed over to the video games section and immediately the two boys grabbed a wrestling game, put in a few quarters and fought to the death.
"Couldn't you wait until after we got back home for this?" Chris asked watching the game.
"No, because then we'll forget," Alex said as if it was obvious.
"If you're not done soon, we're leaving without you," Harry said.
"Oh fine," Tom said. They quickly ended the game, ending it in a tie, and headed off into the mall.
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"Did you find any news Albus?" McGonagall asked as she entered the headmaster's office. Albus looked up at her.
"Actually Minerva, I believe I do," Dumbledore said. McGonagall looked at him surprised.
"You did?" she asked.
"I found out where young Mr. Potter is living," Albus said.
"Where?" she asked.
"In New York," Albus answered.
"In America?" McGonagall asked surprised.
"Precisely," Dumbledore answered. "And if my sources are correct, he has a performance tonight at the local muggle middle school. I would like you to go and see if you can find him."
"Does he go to a magical school?" McGonagall asked.
"Not one school has him enrolled as a student," Dumbledore answered.
"So he doesn't know magic," Minerva said.
"That I don't know about. I believe he might be living with a family of wizards." Dumbledore gave Minerva papers that explained everything she needed to know before she headed out the door.
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How did you like it? Ok, I have one huge warning! My first story is the Shapeshifters and I devote my time to that. That means that the chapters to this story will come out slow. Sorry about it. Check out my other story. It's loaded with action!
Please review!!!!
Disclaimer: this will never show up again. I do not own any thing you recognize. Ok?
Enjoy! And review!
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In New York, the sun was just beginning to rise. Some people were already up and going to work while others were still sleeping. Four people lived in house number twenty-eight on Hawks road. There were two adults and two children, a boy and a girl. They were both sixteen. The house was fairly large. The living room had beautiful furniture and a piano against one of the walls for the boy who played. They're were pictures of the family, all four members, all around the house. The kitchen was large as well as the dining room with its wooden table. The family room was large with many couches and a large TV. Upstairs were three bedrooms: one for the parents, one for the boy and one for the girl. Both floors had bathrooms.
Some lights in the house were on. Three people were walking around getting ready. In the boy's bedroom, the alarm clock went off. A figure was covered in blankets as he slept. A single hand made it's way out of the blankets as it searched on the nightstand for the clock. Finally the hand found it before hitting it to turn it off. The room was silent for a few moments before there was pounding on the door.
"Wake up, Harry!" a girl yelled. "We have school today!" The girl left the door.
The blankets on the bed were thrown back to reveal a fifteen-year-old boy with black hair and piercing green eyes. His name was Harry Potter. For the first three years of his life, he lived with his relatives after his parents died. His relatives didn't want him so they gave him to an orphanage. To their disappointment, Harry wasn't in there for a day before he was adopted. The Williams family in New York adopted him. They were a nice family with a daughter the same age as Harry down to the very day. Her name was Amy. She and Harry looked alike. No one could tell that Harry was adopted except for his last name, which stayed as Potter. Harry lived with the family ever since. He knew he was adopted but didn't know who his relatives are. He knew how his parents died. Both Amy and himself were home taught magic. They were taught wandless magic actually. They didn't know how to use a wand. Wandless magic is possible for every witch and wizard if they tried hard enough and had people who could already do it, teaching them. They both went to a muggle school though where they had to hide what they really were.
"Harry dear," the mother's voice said nicely through the door. She, like everyone else had an American accent. "Are you awake yet?"
"Yea, Mum," Harry replied back getting out of bed. He had a British accent. Even though he was only in England for a short time, he learned to talk with an accent and it stayed. Many people found it funny on how he pronounced things. He heard his mother walk away. Harry looked through his closet before finding something to wear. His magical things were hidden in a secret compartment in the closet. His sister had a friend sleep over. Amy's items were hidden in her closet as well. Harry dressed before combing through his hair. It was messy but it was the way him and everyone else seemed to like. He didn't wear glasses because his eyes were magically corrected when he was little. His foster parents had said that glasses would hide the color of his eyes. Harry's scar was also corrected when he was little. He had a scarless forehead. Harry grabbed his books off of his desk and threw them into a backpack. He walked out of his room and to the bathroom. Leaving the bathroom, he made his way downstairs.
"Good morning," he said after dumping his backpack on one of the couches in the den before walking into the dining room. His father, Amy and her friend, Jessica were sitting at the table already eating breakfast.
"Good morning," his mother said back before handing Harry a plate filled with pancakes. Harry was skinny for his age. He ate the normal amount that everyone ate but still was very skinny. It was probably because of the running around he does.
"Did you sleep well?" his father asked when Harry sat down. His father was looking over the paper as he talked.
"Very well," Harry responded.
"What classes do you have today?" Amy asked. Amy and Harry were very close. They did a lot together. They just had the same interests. They were like best friends. They were also in the same classes.
"I don't remember," Harry said. It was still the beginning of the school year. "I'll check later." Both siblings were very smart. Most of their classes were advanced for their age. They had both skipped a grade.
They had finished eating before grabbing their bags and heading out the door. They lived close to the school so they walked every day.
"Harry!" someone yelled from the school grounds. Harry looked up. His friends were standing by a big rock in front of the high school grounds. One of them was waving.
"I'll see you later," Amy said before walking away with Jessica.
"Hey guys," Harry said as he walked up to them.
"Do we have chambers today?" his friend Chris asked. Harry nodded. Harry was active in many things. One to those things was music. Harry played the piano and guitar. He was also into singing. Harry was in regular chorus as well as classes in advanced singing. He auditions and was accepted into Chamber Singers and Park Swing. Chamber singers, sometimes called chambers, is chamber music. It was a group of about twenty people who sung chamber music. Chamber music was without music. It was very advanced. Often, each singing section would sing something entirely different from the rest of the chorus. Park Swing was advanced chorus. It was of about fifteen people. They sang regular chorus music, which was lightly advanced.
"I think so," Harry answered. There are four singing sections. For the girls, there is soprano and alto. Soprano is the highest voices while alto, is for the lowest voices of the females. For the boys, there is base and tenor. Base was for the guys with the lowest voices. Tenor was for guys with high vocal ranges. Harry was a tenor.
"Chambers is last period right?" Chris asked. He was a base.
"Yea," Harry answered. He said good bye to his friends before heading inside and to his locker. He exchanged his books just as the bell rang giving him five more minutes. Not wanting to be late, he headed towards is first class which was AP Chemistry. He made it through Chemistry, Calculus, AP World History and Chambers before the last bell rang at the end of the day.
"Harry!" Amy shouted as she made her way through the crowd of students rushing around. "How was classes today?" she asked finally making it over to him.
"Fine," he answered. "I have a History test next class."
"Already?" she asked. "We just started school a few days ago!"
"Tell me about it," he said putting the last book into his backpack before shutting his locker. "How were your classes?"
"Okay," she answered. "Did anyone bother you about your accent?" She laughed. It was a daily question for her.
"Not as much as in the first day," he answered smiling. "But of course you have the people who ask me stupid questions like, say this and say that."
"Mom said she'll be home," Amy said as they headed out of the school.
"Why?" Harry asked. It was unusual for their parents to be home. Their father was an accountant in Manhattan and their mother was a child psychologist. They were rarely home in the afternoons.
"She doesn't have any appointments this afternoon," Amy answered.
"That's strange," Harry answered.
"Tell me about it," Amy replied. "What are you doing after school?"
"I don't know. I have a performance tonight at the middle school," Harry answered.
"For chambers?" Amy asked. Harry nodded. Amy was more into acting than singing. Many times Amy would act in front of Harry and he could comment on her and show her how to be better. It was easier to act in front of Harry rather than in front of her parents. After she's sure she could be the best, then she'll act in front of them.
"So you're going to be practicing?" she asked.
"Maybe," Harry answered. "I already know my parts. I have to get my things out of the closet though." Amy brought a hand up to her head.
"I forgot about that!" she said. "I don't think Faith likes sleeping outside," she said referring to her owl. It was a brown owl. When they were ten, their parents let them each pick out an owl. Amy picked out a brown one while Harry liked the snowy white one. Amy's owl was named Faith while Harry's was named Hedwig.
"Maybe Mum's going to make us practice," Harry suggested.
"Maybe," Amy replied. They reached the house and walked inside. "Mom?" Amy yelled.
"I'm up here!" their mother yelled from upstairs. She walked out of one of the rooms and headed down the stairs. "Something came for you two today." She walked into the dining room. There were two letters on the table.
"Not again!" Amy exclaimed picking one up. "Is it from that school in Massachusetts? That Salem school of witchcraft?"
"No matter how many times I mail to them, they won't stop sending acceptance letters," their mother said.
"I wish that they'll stop," Amy said. "Haven't they already gotten the picture that we don't like their school?"
"Obviously not," Harry responded picking up his letter. He ripped it in half before throwing it in the trash. Amy followed suit.
"Harry, what time is your performance tonight?" their mother asked.
"At seven," he answered. The phone rang from the kitchen. Harry ran to pick it up.
"Hello, is there a Susan Williams there?" a voiced asked on the other line. The person tried to make it sound unlike their own.
"Yea, Dad," Harry replied knowing who it was.
"I can't fool you huh?" his father asked laughing.
"Not in a million years," Harry replied laughing as well. He handed the phone over to his mother.
"Hello John," she said before Harry and Amy headed upstairs to their rooms. Harry put his backpack on his desk before taking his magic things out of the closet. He put his books on his bookshelf. The only reason why Harry had to put his things away was the risk of having the guest in the house accidentally see something in his room and walk in to see it. No one could know that they were a family of witches and wizards.
"Hey Hedwig," Harry said as the owl appeared at the open window. Hedwig hooted in response. "Sorry to leave you outside, girl, but Amy had a friend over." Hedwig flew over to her cage and went in. Harry took owl treats out of his desk and gave some to her. He was getting low on treats.
"Harry?" Amy asked appearing at the door. She had a ditto in her hand. "Can you help me?" She walked into the room and handed Harry the ditto. It was for Calculus. Harry quickly explained how to do it before she left. After finally putting away all of his things, he sat down to do some homework before the phone in his room rang. Harry went over to answer it.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Hey, Harry," Chris said. "Do you want to hang out?" Harry looked over at his homework. He didn't have any that was due the next day.
"Yea sure," he replied. "What do you want to do?"
"I don't know. Maybe do you just want to come over and maybe we can head to the mall?" Chris suggested.
"I'm game," Harry replied.
"Good because there's this really cute girl that I've been seeing lately and I think she's going to be at the mall," Chris said.
Harry laughed. "Hunting down girls? Didn't you just get out of a relationship?"
"That was a week ago," Chris explained. "Alex and Tom are already here. We'll play video games until you get here."
"Yea okay," Harry said. "I'll see you in a few." He hung up the phone. "Amy!" he yelled out the door. Amy's head popped out of her room.
"What?" she asked.
"I'm heading over to Chris' house," he said.
"Yea okay. I might be leaving soon too. Jessica wants me to go over her house," Amy responded.
"I'll see you later," Harry said checking to make sure he had everything he needed before heading downstairs. "Mum!" he yelled coming down the stairs.
"What is it?" she asked coming out of the dining room.
"I'll be back later. I'm heading over to Chris' for awhile," he responded before heading out the door. He walked down the block looking around at the people he passed by. He turned the corner and walked down that block. He finally reached Chris' house and knocked on the door. Chris answered the door.
"Hey, come on in. We're finishing up this round and then we'll head out," he said letting Harry in. Tom and Alex were sitting on the couch in the den in front of a TV holding two controllers in their hands.
"Hey Harry," they greeted without taking their eyes off of the screen.
"I won!" Alex said jumping up. "Yes!"
"Finally," Chris said quietly to Harry. "That game was going on forever."
"I heard that," Tom said standing and stretching. "Are we going?"
"Yup," Chris said opening the front door. They all walked out of the house and started to head down the block to the mall. It was only a few blocks away. They made it there in a few minutes.
"Where first?" Alex asked.
"I demand a rematch!" Tom said referring to the video games. Harry rolled his eyes. Here they go again. They headed over to the video games section and immediately the two boys grabbed a wrestling game, put in a few quarters and fought to the death.
"Couldn't you wait until after we got back home for this?" Chris asked watching the game.
"No, because then we'll forget," Alex said as if it was obvious.
"If you're not done soon, we're leaving without you," Harry said.
"Oh fine," Tom said. They quickly ended the game, ending it in a tie, and headed off into the mall.
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"Did you find any news Albus?" McGonagall asked as she entered the headmaster's office. Albus looked up at her.
"Actually Minerva, I believe I do," Dumbledore said. McGonagall looked at him surprised.
"You did?" she asked.
"I found out where young Mr. Potter is living," Albus said.
"Where?" she asked.
"In New York," Albus answered.
"In America?" McGonagall asked surprised.
"Precisely," Dumbledore answered. "And if my sources are correct, he has a performance tonight at the local muggle middle school. I would like you to go and see if you can find him."
"Does he go to a magical school?" McGonagall asked.
"Not one school has him enrolled as a student," Dumbledore answered.
"So he doesn't know magic," Minerva said.
"That I don't know about. I believe he might be living with a family of wizards." Dumbledore gave Minerva papers that explained everything she needed to know before she headed out the door.
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How did you like it? Ok, I have one huge warning! My first story is the Shapeshifters and I devote my time to that. That means that the chapters to this story will come out slow. Sorry about it. Check out my other story. It's loaded with action!
Please review!!!!