Ok, I have gone over the chapters which I have already written and found some problems and so I have changed them. I am doing this for all the chapters and am reloading.
Hopefully, this story shall follow the Harry Potter storyline, however, it shall be AU, but it will become increasingly so as the year increase. So for the main part, it shall be canon.
Disclaimer - Sorry but no I am not JKR and I am not making any money and this is the same for all chapters. I don't particulary feel like writting the over and over again. I'm lazy.
Chapter 2 – Natalis Trinus
October 16th, 1991
Great. Just great. It is my birthday but could I just have a sleep in and have the day off like the other children of the house. NO! We had to go on an excursion with my adopted family. Joy. Don't mistake me. I love getting out of the house but having to spend nearly a whole day with the two children that seem to get a great deal of fun from hurting and humiliating me, no that is no enjoyable. Although, I have to say that I absolute love my adopted parents, however, it has to be said I would prefer to know my real parents. However, they have always looked after me, but their children are just too sneaky to let their parents see them hurting me. And I never would say anything because I'm worried that they would make their parents get rid of me. I am really only alive because of their charity and I don't want to do anything that would make me fall out their favour.
The only problem with this strategy was that it only encouraged them, my adopted siblings, to hurt and tease me. I just wished I was given the same options as my adopted siblings. Such as having birthday presents and having a day off, to do what ever I want. My 'parents' always seemed to deem that we should go for an excursion for my birthday. Of course, they always thought they were doing the best by me. And I suppose they were in a way. But sometimes I just wished that I could stay at home
Well the truth to be said, it wasn't really my birthday, rather it the day that the Wolfram's (my adopted parent's surname) found me on their front-door step along with the daily milk run. I was in a simple basket and had a note attached to the simply home woven blanket that wrapped my tiny baby body. The letter read
To Whom It May Concern,
I so sorry that I have had to leave you this child. I swear on my life and those of my family that this girl is not mine. I have no idea whose it might be but I know this. If it were mine I would never leave her. I have children of my own.
I found the girl on the corner of Charlie and Charlotte St. I do not know how she go there. Please, would you be able to find her family or if she doesn't have a family then would look after her. You are known to be charitable people. I would be I neither have the resources nor the time. I am also leaving the country. The world has gone mad and it shall be safer for me to leave.
I think that she might be the child of one the people that where killed in the gas explosion that happen just the other day. I am not sure, nor do I have any evidence. I have no idea as to how she got to where she was.
Look after her and try to keep her out of the orphanage. I know that they are terrible places, and for a beautiful girl like her, she would not prosper.
Thank you and God bless you and your family
The note wasn't signed.
The Wolfram's took me to the police but there was no report of a child being missing, so they adopted for they had lots of money and large, compassionate hearts to go with it. A strange combination. Two things that are sometimes hard to find, I had found with them.
As no one knew my age, it was assumed that I was probably about one at the time that I was found. On my adoption forms they put down my birthday as 16th October 1981, as that was the day I was found. For my name that was difficult. In the end they named me Charlotte after the street that I was found on. And for my nickname they called me Charlie after the other street that I was found on. Such is life.
Hence I was called "Charlotte Charlie Wolfram."
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"Charlie. Hey Charlie, where are you?"
What kind of stupid question is that. If I'm not in the house I'm hardly likely to answer, … or if I'm trying to hide. Sometimes I did wonder at the assumed intelligence of Vincent and Marie.
I was struggling into a pair of jeans and top that would hopefully be warm enough for the seaside. I didn't try to put on too much on as I would probably end up the water and I would just have to change my clothes. Those horrible children would no doubt do it as they had done it before. They never did care for the fact that it was my birthday.
I paused before going down stairs in front of the mirror and took in my appearance. I had pitch black hair and grey eyes to go with it, my face, as I had been told a number of times, had the look of an aristocrat, a sign of good breeding. Although in my mind, that could also be a sign of inbreeding. I had pulled my hair back and braided it, although already there was some strands that had pulled lose. My hair had a mind of it's own and was always messy, no matter what I, or anyone else did.
"Charlie! We're going soon. Hurry up. It is almost ten."
That would be Mr Wolfram, Marcus Wolfram, my adopted father. He was as kind and gentle as his wife, and that was saying something. Neither of them had the temperament to even hurt a fly. Their children, however, were defiantly the opposite. But the eldest was only 12 so there was still hope for them. They could always change as they got older.
"Coming Marcus. I'll be down in just a sec. I've just got to grab my bag. Sorry!" I called downstairs.
I grabbed my bag and ran downstairs, taking the steps two at a time. At the bottom there was whole of my adopted family. There was Marcus and Isabelle Wolfram, my adopted parents, and then their two children, my adopted siblings, Marie, who was two year older than me, and, Vincent, a year older than me. I always thought that it was funny that the women had French names and the males had German names. But then again, they were of French-German decent, so it could be except to a certain extent. Although, strangely they had chosen to call me Charlotte Charlie, which was to a certain extent the same name. Kind of like saying PIN code. Two different word but they can mean the same.
"Well, I'm here. Where are we going?" I was not suppose to know but listening at doors was a bad habit that I had picked up. If I'm going to learn about anything in this household I had to eavesdrop. It was a very useful tool.
"Morning Charlie. We're just going to the beach, although I suspect that you knew that already from the gear that you have." Marcus said partly laughing, his eyes twinkling. Isabelle was also smiling. Marie and Vincent, however, was looking both disinterested and annoyed. Tricky to do, I had to give them credit to them.
In thee short time that I stood there and looked at them, I got the same feeling which I always got when I looked at them. I was different to them. Not just in looks but also, somehow, I was different who I was. I didn't know how, but I wanted to know.
Isabelle broke my reverie by saying "You've been eavesdropping again, haven't you."
She had said it in the most disapproving tone, but her eyes however said otherwise. They were smiling, as much as eyes can. Man, I need to stop going of on tangents don't I. However, I smiled sweetly and said;
"Me. Eavesdropping. I ain't been dropping no eaves, Ma'am ."
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I am more Maths based.
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