Two Orphans,

Alone a narrow overgrown road just north of the small town, stood an elderly gentleman dressed in a long dark green woollen robe with a dull stained cloak stretched around his rather large belly. The man stood observing a dull grey stone building that sat in a middle of a field surrounded with a decaying flint wall with rusted iron gates hanging from their hinges. To the side play equipment that was desperate for a new paint job. Flowerbeds under the windows cracked and broken, shutters hanging from the top windows from even this distance Horace could make out names off orphans craved into the wood.

Horace whipped his wand form his robe pocket and made a circle motion changing his robes into a modern suit, conjuring up a full length mirror checking out his appearance before he started his trip towards the horrid building down the road. Closer and closer he walked the potion master could hear the shouts of a women and whimpers off children. Truly this was the worst sort of place any child could live and as soon as possible he will be having words with Albus about misters Evans and Davis accommodation for the next several summers. Over the pass decades teaching students Horace had the fortune of having plenty of contracts in the ministry who could remove the boy's to a safer place.

The banging off doors interrupted the man from his thoughts, a young women aged between sixteen and eighteen stopped in-front of him taking in his well off appearance.

"Can I help you sir?"

"Are you Miss Jones the owner?" Horace politely asked.

"No I am just the helping hand, two boys ran off this morning luckily the police have picked them up, Miss Jones is in the office first door on the left as you head though the door." The girl looked around her before adding, "I don't blame them to be honest this place is horrid and Miss Jones is not the friendliest women. She took over from her mother who passed away five years ago, bless her soul Mrs Jones had grand plans for this place but she missed a step and broke her neck, anyway good day to you sir."

Without looking behind Horace strolled thought the front doors into a grubby looking hallway with a grand stairwell, coming to a door on his left, raising his hand. After a few knocks the potion master stood waiting for any sign of life. Barely ten seconds passed before the oak door flew open relieving a toad face middle aged women.

"Who are you?" Miss Jones asked rather rudely at the smartly dress man in front of her. "And what are you doing here as this is private home for Orphan children."

"Miss Jones, I am Horace Slughorn and…." The elderly wizard stopped in his tracks as the women interrupted his introduction.

"If you from child services then get out and don't let the door hit you on your ass as you leave, I don't have time to seat around talking to you. As you can see I have an Orphanage to RUN."

Slughorn's hand once again retreated to his pocket that contained his wand; with a single wave of it the angry women before him finally fall silent. "Miss Jones, I am Professor Horace SlugHorn of Hogwarts witchcraft and wizardry, to be frank I have come to see a Mr Evans and Mr Davies. I know you are busy with these runaways but this is very important. Now if it is not any trouble I would like to see the children." With the wave of his wand the enraged women ranted once again.

"They are not here, the little brats ran this morning, those little bastards are the reason I hate children. I did not ask for this job and I tell you now this better not be a prank because I am not in the mood."

"My dear lady, I am not apart off any Pranks. I am here to give two acceptance letters to their addresses." Horace began pulling two heavy looking letters from his pockets." Their names have been on are registers since they were born. Now since the children are not here I shall leave these with you and will ask a local wizard if he could take them to diagon alley to get their school uniforms with his girls who will also be attending Hogwarts. Word of warning I will know if those letter don't make it to them good day."

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After todays failed escape attempt, James and Owen found them locked into their shared bedroom, each child moaning about their predicament as they laid on their lumpy old mattress, before too long James gloomy counted down the time as they wait for drawn. Yesterday morning had been one of hope that they would never have to come back but foolish hope and behaviour had from step one destroyed any real chance.

Every waking moment James wished to be free a place for his own, He had given up any hope of adoption when he turned five as couples went for the babies and toddlers, Owen had been their roughly the same amount of time, they had formed a brotherly bond which had gotten them into some serious trouble. Once or twice he would wonder who he was, did his parents love him but had to give him up or was he a result of a drunken night. From what he had seen in his file on one off his nightly wonders was that he was found on the narrow lane on Halloween night, his folder stated his clothing was singed and a bloody cut on his forehead. A name label on his clothing had been badly damaged at the two ends leaving the James Evans just visible. Mrs April Jones had "saved" him that night, she had been meeting new foster couple in town earlier that evening on her return trip she had spotted him with a black mangy mutt shaped teddy bear which she had recorded under the name Padfoot.

James caressed padfoot's soft fur as he began contemplating his future, he had the greatest shock off his young life today he was a wizard. If he hadn't known that Jones didn't have a sense of humour he would have sworn this was payback. It had taken him only five minutes after reading his school letter to admit that Magic did exist and he would be soon gracing the Halls of Hogwarts with his partner in crime, with a large smile on his face James finally slumped down on his pillow dreaming of pranks he could do much better with magic.

#################################################################################################################################################################### A/O: I am currently working on four stories so updates are going to happen when they happen. I have one more chapter to update later today after this and two more penned and need to be typed soon.