Story: Half the Truth is a Whole Lie
By: Padfoot and Prongs
Rated: K+
Description: When a pureblood and a Mudblood cross paths things can only go wrong but when were things ever right?
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Ben was playing the piano in the front room of the small ranch house that he shared with his father when the owl streamed in through the open window.
"Dad! DAD!" Ben screeched and ran from the bird.
Mr. Zimmerman ran into the room thinking something had happened to his son.
"Ben! What is it? What's wrong?"
"There's a bloody bird in the house!"
"What?"
Ben hid behind his father, kind of childish- true- but he'd never seen a bird this big before.
"Son, it's just a bird." The father laughed and approached it sitting on the windowsill, wondering what on earth an owl was doing out in the daylight, let alone in their house.
Then they both saw it; the letter...
To Mr. Benjamin Zimmerman
114 Penny Lane, Liverpool
The piano bench in the front room
****
Ben woke with a start. He sat bolt upright in bed.
He'd been replaying the day he got his Hogwarts letter ever since the moment he'd read it.
Today was finally the day that he would be going to get his things from his supply list. Ben couldn't have been more excited, and was frankly surprised that he could sleep at all.
Though it was still dark outside, Ben ran down the hall and past the living room into his father's room. He leaped onto the bed and starting sing and shouting the familiar Beatles tune, "Good morning, Good morning" until his father laughed and finally shouted, "Alright, Paul, I'm up!"
"Actually," Ben said with an air of knowing exactly what he was talking about as he jumped off the bed, "John sang most of that one..."
Benjamin was scared. He wasn't about to admit it, but he was terrified. This was all so weird -in fact, he had to convince himself several times that he wasn't dreaming. His father was trying to stay calm and mature for the sake of his eleven year old son.
They entered a broom shop simply because of Ben's wandering gaze. He gazed longingly at their sleek wood and thin bristles.
"Do they really fly?" Ben had blurted out and he received several rude looks from people as though he were alien.
"Sorry..." he muttered to a man with slicked back white blond hair. He looked the most offended of them all from his outburst.
"Well, what do you expect from something with that mop head." A blonde girl screeched with laughter, pointing at Ben's hair.
"Did I do something wrong?" Ben asked his father, shrinking back.
"I don't think so, Benny..." and he ushered his son out of the shop, hoping to avoid any nastiness.
It didn't take long before Ben had all that he needed for school and his short attention span got the best of him. He begged his father to let him wonder around.
Ben didn't even give his father time to answer; he just ran off. Mostly because he knew that answer was going to be 'no'. If he just ran off, then he didn't have to worry about braking the rules that he hadn't heard.
Ben was too busy looking up at a large, intricate sign ahead of him; it looked as though it had something to do with music; he didn't notice the boy in front of him.
He stumbled into him and both crashed to the ground at the feet of passers-by.
"Sorry!" Ben said, but he couldn't help laughing.
He laughed when he was nervous, usually, but this time he was laughing because the look on this kid's face was hilarious.
Oh, he looked livid, that's for sure. And...Ben was sure he'd seen that face before...In that broom shop, the older man who'd been angry with him... this kid was the spitting image of him...
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