Today was a rather cold and upsetting day in Melbourne,Australia. The clouds were covering most of the city, giving it a strange , gloomy aura. The wind was just cold enough to pinch your skin in the swiftest way possible. Although it was winter now, in Australia , the temperature was still rather surprising for end-August time.
Thomas Jay Wilson, a young man who was a former student at Grouseo School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was just as mysterious as the weather this day. His dark hair gave a deep expression on his face, which rarely showed emotions anyways. His thick eyebrows added a fearless expression to his hazel eyes, which would struck anyone in terror by the charm he evoked. Just to add more to his expression, his ears were stretched and his nose was pierced, which added to the rebel look he gave.
The boy fell out of his dreamless sleep, sitting on the edge of his messy bed. He slid his hand through his morning hair and rested his head between his hands. For some unknown reason, dreamless sleeps were painful for him, and always gave him a nauseous feeling in the morning , accompanied by a striking headache. It took him a while to let the feeling cool down and get up. He threw on a pair of sweatpants and black t-shirt and opened his drawer near his bed. He lifted the small crack in the drawer, revealing a secret box,underneath. He pulled the box on his bed and took the bag that resided inside. The white powder he was so addicted to laid there, waiting for him to take his morning dose. After lining up some powder on a piece of paper, he inhaled all he could in his nostril, exhaling deeply after, finally feeling free from all the worries he had before. After the box was put back where it belonged, he headed downstairs , following the smell of bacon and eggs coming from the kitchen.

"Good morning son. Had a good sleep?" Elizabeth May Wilson, his mother, was a petite brunette witch with a strict looking face, yet a warming personality. She was very caring and loving, like any mother, but this was also the reason why Thomas would hide most of his life from his parents. Their deceptions would hurt too much.
"Morning mother. Yes,I did. Looking forward to today."
As it was, today was a special day for Thomas. He was transferring school, to the famous British school, Hogwarts. His father was a spy for Voldemort in Australia, but now things are slowly changing, requiring him to be in England. Moving there was the only possible way to make everything possible for the family. Even his mother was working for Voldemort. No one would ever suspect, which is a great advantage of her. Thomas knew exactly what awaited him when he turned old enough.
"Son, you should pack your things after breakfast. Were going to leave soon after that were going to the new house to drop our things and then your off to the train station. The train leaves at 1, so the quicker you pack, the more time unpacking we have."
Although his father was a Deatheater, he was a great and patient father. He was rarely home but it gave Thomas time to miss him more. His father , contrary to his mother, had a fun vibe around him, giving him a young look. Both father and son had similar features, sharing matching tattoos. Their relationship was good, even if the moments were rare.
"Ill be going straight after" said Thomas.
He sat down at the table and took his fork,ready to attack his eggs. His drug already started having an effect on him, making him feel ready to attack the day. As time passed by, he felt more awake, more hyper and even more happy. The taste of his eggs even changed, making him trip out a little.
He finished eating fast, thinking it was better to go back right now and headed straight upstairs. He took many boxes out and started filling them up with everything he could find. Clothes, wand,books he bought in Australia that were on his Hogwarts list, his school supplies, robes, all of his cocaine bags, cigarettes and his pet snake safely in a cage.
It didn't take very long for everyone to be ready near the fireplace, and finally travel by floo to the new house.

They arrived in a different fireplace, with a new surrounding that felt slightly darker than the old house. Home sweet home.