This will be the last time I will ever write, as soon after this is finished I will most likely be dead, so it doesn't matter what I say or who I'm going to piss off when this get out. My name is Adrian Carr, and I'm seventeen. I have been told that I look like my father, but he is the last person I want to be compared to. This is all his fault.
I guess I should explain things further. I was born during a time when everyone was having kids. That damn war was finally over and everyone was celebrating. My family was rather well off, as both my parents where war heroes. It makes me feel like a prize bull whenever my step mom held parties and they tried to arrange marriages. I have a younger brother; his name is Kyle. He's a true born American. Kyle's fourteen now, but I don't expect that he will make fifteen, if he does, there is no way in hell that he'll reach sixteen. I haven't seen him in over a year and a half.
They started to hunt the old heroes like animals when I was nine. They started with the families that stayed in England. The first to completely disappear where the Longbottoms, and they had more children than most of the other old families, Uncle Neville and Aunt Luna had eleven children. I used to be friends with their oldest boy, Luke. I don't know entirely how they all died except that it was bloody and it all happened the same night. Not even the dogs survived. Anyway, back to the original topic, once all the British families died or left the country that branched off into Western Europe, leaving a trail of dead families in their wake. After that they turned to the States, where they infiltrated the minds of the Americans, making us (us being my family and the others like us) out to be the monsters that started the war, never mind that most of our parents weren't even alive when it started. Well the moral of the story is that convincing a bunch a yanks that they have a new enemy they can mob is not that hard. These natives seem rather blood thirsty. Our families started to disappear.
My family changed our name to Carr, so that we'd be hard to track, but that never stops them for long. I was thirteen the first time I was nearly assassinated. It was the third time they had attempted but they never got that close before. I was playing baseball in my freshman gym class. They shot me in the stomach. One of the parents of a kid in my class did it. If the school hadn't been across the street from the hospital I would have died then. These days I almost wish I had. Kyle and I where relocated by our parents. They met up with us a few weeks later, but the damage had been done. We where the same little kids we have been just a few months ago. It was more noticeable in Kyle than with me, so I don't think my parents even noticed at first.
When I started at my new school (as Adrian Carr) I fell in with an odd group. I had known all of them my entire life (most of them under a different name) but none of us had ever even considered the possibility of becoming friends. Now I can't imagine life without them. From impish Alexis to quiet Chase, I love them more than my own family.
Oh yeah, you've probably been wondering who I really am during all this. I've been Adrian for so long I had forgotten that that usually bothers people. I used to be called Henry Fredrik. I'm the oldest son of George Weasley and (I think) Alicia Spinet. I'm not quite sure who my mother is, but she was the women my dad was dating when I was born. Come to think of it is rather odd, generally it's the other way around. Oh well. Jean's (that's what Kyle's birth name is) mom was called Gabriella Delacour. She and my dad married with Grandpere's wand in the small of Dad's back three months before Jean/Kyle was born.
I haven't thought about me being a Weasley in a long time. It used to mean something, but now; it's just another secret that no one can ever know.
When I was in the fifth grade my best friends' entire family disappeared. Dad said not to worry, because it happened all the time. People would disappear and everyone who new them hoped they had only relocated (to get away from the part-bloods), but more often than not bodies would appear in a river a couple cities over or a few months later shallow graves are uncovered by a rainstorm. We moved a month after that.
That was when we where first Carr. I had been Adrian, even in the old town, but now I wasn't a Weasley anymore. I met Chase then.
Chase has always been able to calm me down, between his shiny black hair and soft brown eyes; he was like tranquilizer for me. His parents had only moved to Charlotte (that's the town I lived in) a year before off of an Indian reservation, and he was teased a lot about being an Indian. I was teased a lot because I was new. At first we just drawn to each other out of misery, but now we are the best of friends. I would probably be dead now if it wasn't for him.
When your friends with Chase, you also get Isaiah in the package. Isaiah is Chases' twin brother and his complete opposite. He's spastic and ADD, but he's also sweet. He's the one that told me about their peoples' magic. They are shamans.
We had some other friends but, after that horrid day in my freshman year. Then, my entire world changed.
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so, how do you like it? I sat down to write some SS,SS, but this is was came out instead. It's a prologue, so I just want to know if you guys like it. My new job leaves me with a lot of down time and this has started me off on a tangent. I'll start working on the next bit once this is up. But the fate of it is up to you all. If you don't like it, this is as far as I'll publish. But if you do, well, I hope to update a lot for you all.
With love as always
Kait 1991 6-13 10:40 p
EDIT
Added some to the prologue, I had written it out in the 1st chapter, but it makes more sense here than there.
9-14 7:09
oh PS my internet is broken, killed by Ike. Sad, sad days these are. This is probably not going up until after the previously posted date….