CHAPTER ONE:
About To Get Risky
In the quiet streets of Privet Drive, two wizards lived. One was one we quite know of and the other lives in disguise… most of the time anyway. For now, he had his true appearance of a tall boy of 17 with auburn brown hair and teal blue eyes with a snub nose and a dragon hand. Wait… a dragon hand? That was a long and exhausting story involving long, quiet evenings and short, restless nights.
Fine, I take that back. Short, restless evenings and long, sleepless nights.
Convinced he was the one The Black Parade by My Chemical Romance was dedicated to and also sure that he was sent to Earth to make legendary smoothies, Risk Theo Skii was someone you'd like to meet and like to never see again in your life. Because as it's interesting to see something so much related to an exotic or extinct monkey, it was also a pain to have be reminded again and again that he, Risk, has a badass name.
Know an obnoxious friend - male or female - that likes smoothies and cry when they hear The Black Parade? Are you sure this man or woman is not a shapeshifter? If so, are you prepared to read this story of an annoying brat?
If you're on the Snape Side, there are many fics that involve Severus and Lily getting together. But if you're a strong enough person with a heavy pain tolerance, read on, friend. Read on.
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August 5 1995 was a surprisingly quiet night in Privet Drive. There were no car alarms from number 9 and no dogs barking at number 14. And, thank the wizard gods, no shouting or explosions from number 1. Privet Drive, house number one, was the pride and joy of the Schee (Sk-ee) family but their 17 year old son had no loving thoughts about it like his mother and father Corin and Dariella.
Their son's name was Risk. No, it's not a nickname. Corin insisted upon naming their only child Risk because it'll make him look 'tough'. Risk likes the name.
"From 1880 to this day, there had only been 3 people named this. I am unique, Lily-Anne. Say it!"
"Yeah. Really unique," One of Risk's best friends in the entire world said to him "Consider you find walking around with your underwear on your head 'cool'."
Risk was an odd boy and had always behaved like a lunatic and might be a lunatic but his friends secretly love him… fine, they hate his guts openly, whatever. But deep, deep, deep, deep inside of all of them, in a teeny, teeny, tiny little cradle, lay a strong love for the Freak of Privet Drive.
Currently, Risk was sitting at his desk with his nose pressed against the glass, making snoring noises and looking around for an interesting sight to see. Nothing interesting was happening of this night of the fifth. Families were having dinner or getting into bed. He was suppose to sleep now but the thing is he had been challenged by the invisible yellow mouse in the wall to sit with his nose pressed against the window, making snoring noises.
He heard a beep and smiled. He had now been sitting here, with his nose against the cold window for 3 long hours. And nothing was happening! He pushed away from the cold, misty windows and rubbed his cold, red nose. Then, a dream come true in a crown, dressed in gold and covered in expensive jewelry entered. A door opened and someone stepped out. Risk banged his head hard against the glass of his bedroom window, smiling open mouthed and wide eyed.
A 12 or 13 year old boy stepped out, dragging a garbage bag to the trash cans. Risk could've laughed. The poor guy was so skinny, he was surprised the bags didn't tear his arms off! He grinned, nose against the window, at the boy as he struggled to throw the bags into the trashcan. He threw it in and gasped, clutching at his arm, took a step back and a CRASH came, disturbing the quiet street of Privet Drive and, to Risk's excitement and horror, in a whirl of golden light - he disappeared.
Risk stared openmouthed at the spot the boy had been standing. He raised an eyebrow into his hairline… quite literally. He was a shapeshifter, after all and there is a difference between shapeshifter and metamorphmagus. Shapeshifters could change into objects. But enough background information.
Risk's eyebrows formed into a glare now as he stared thoughtfully at the spot the boy had disappeared. What would the kid's guardians think? Then, an idea struck him and the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Risk shook his head "No…" He said "I have to go back to Gyphos Academy, the secret Wizarding school in Ireland and see my friends!"
He looked back at the trashcans and looked away "No!" He said and turned away "No! I cannot afford this! There is so many things to do this year!" He looked reluctantly back at the window and groaned "I cannot!" He said dramatically and then looked at the wall "Of course!" He crawled over to the wall and said "Roy, my boy. I have some difficulties!"
Risk's hand turned into a yellow mouse with button eyes and in a squeaky voice, he said "What is it my friend?"
"I'm floopy!"
"Floopy?"
"It means I am confused and am facing an internal struggle I cannot make sense of and I need your help!"
"What is it, my floopy friend?"
"A boy - about 13 - disappeared mysteriously from number four and I don't know what to do!"
"Don't know what to do? DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!? You get your good looking butt out there and you turn yourself into that kid and you find him while acting as him and never give up! You hear me, Risk Floopy Theo Skii?"
"Yes, I do."
"Is that anyway to speak to your general!?"
"I mean - sir, yes, sir!"
"Good. Now give me a kiss, handsome and pack your stuff! I shall not see you in a week or 50 years but when I do see your charming face again… our new adventure shall be in the making."
Risk sniffed and wiped a tear away "I love you, Roy," And he kissed his hand and turned it back into a normal one which was not the dragon one and stared at his bed.
He saluted his bed and said "I, Risk Theo Schee, shall forever and always dedicate myself to the arts of good doings and shall for now take the place of some random kid I don't know but have stalked for a very, very long time until I graciously stopped because I started having strange feelings for my best friend, Lily-Anne and made a smoothie that tasted of poopoo!"
He packed everything and looked at the window and smirked "It's time to get risky."
I do not own Harry Potter. Remember to keep an eye out for unusual names I do not explain that'll appear once or twice on my other fanfictions! He/She is an important part of my cannon.
- The Dementors Dinner Party
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