Disclaimer: I own only Laura, Apolla, Zacharia, Great Uncle Apollo, Jacobson, and anyone else you don't recognize from the books.
A/N: This is completely finished at another site, but I might change a few things about it because I don't like how it turned out there. This story is dedicated to Bonnie (aka Ronverg) because he's nice most of the time...ok, maybe only half the time....and I also dedicate it to him because I can. :-P
If I get ten reviews for this story, I'll post the next chapter.
I was born into an all wizard family in London with my mother father and brother Zacharia to greet me. I'd like to say I was born at exactly midnight on All Hallow's Eve or Friday the 13th or some other interesting date, but I wasn't. It was just a normal August 16th at 1:47pm.
At age 4 my mother began teaching me to read and write. At 5 my younger sister Apolla was born. She had been named after our Great Uncle Apollo since she had been expected a boy, but changed it to fit her gender at birth. When my mother and father told us they expected it to be another boy Zach gloated and was a little terror until she was born. That's when the tables turned. Nothing much happened between then and Hogwarts except the meeting of my cousin Lucius from my mother's side. He was a year older than I at Zechariah's age and so they became friends leaving my sister and I alone most of the time except for the occasional prank. Years later at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry I was one of the first to be sorted and into Slytherin which was expected and nothing of a shock to anyone.
Something to think about: Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze these dangly things here and drink what comes out"?
I'll tell you who I think it is in the next chapter. (if there is one) I would love to hear who you think it could be though
