Different Moon

Chapter 4

000000000000000000000000000 LILY & ALEC HOGWARTS ACCEPTANCE LETTER 0000000000000

"ALECCCCCC!!! YOUR ACCEPTANCE LETTER IS HERE" yelled Lily excitedly.

"Calm down mum I've been on the list since I was born of course my acceptance letter is here" said Alec arrogantly.

"Oh hush you!" said Lily handing it over.

"Brilliant" said Alec, signing it and sending it off.

"Well you're all grown up now" sniffed Lily.

"Will I be getting a party for my acceptance into Hogwarts?" asked Alec.

"Going away party sounds perfect!" smiled Lily. "Get a list of everyone you want to come"

"Great! More new presents for me, and mum I want that new broom that's coming out next month today! I want the Nimbus 2000 before anyone else!" demanded Alec.

"I'll see what I can do" said Lily.

"PROMISE!!" yelled Alec.

"I promise" said Lily.

"Fine" said Alec.

Lily bit her lip she didn't like the way he spoke to her, but there was nothing she could do about it. She wasn't just a servant he could dismiss when he wanted…she put it aside to him trying to become independent and growing up.

Alec did have his party, getting lots of new gifts in the process, every party he had the cake was huge. He ended up having the most of it, with ice cream it was the best no doubt that's what he would have for dinner.

"Eat you're meal first Alec" hissed Lily.

"No! I want the cake!" hissed Alec right back.

"I will banish it!" threatened Lily.

"I DARE YOU TOO!" shouted Alec.

Lily flushed bright red, then sighed before saying "CAKE ALL AROUND!" and cake and ice cream with jelly was served. If having a swarm of mostly eleven year olds wasn't enough they were hyper on sugar.

Alec just sneered knowing he would always get what he wanted no matter what. After all he was 'The Boy Who Lived' everyone obeyed him and gave him what he wanted.

HOGWARTS - HEADMASTERS OFFICE

"I'm sorry Albus this letter cannot be delievered" said McGonagall pale coming into the Headmasters office.

Dumbledore knew which one immediately and paled.

"I know you had been hoping that it would have an address" said McGonagall.

"It's fine" said Dumbledore pale. He remembered when he had went to the orphanage only to be told all records before a certain time had been lost in the fire that claimed 8 children. Dumbledore had honestly thought he was having a heart attack, since then he had been eagerly awaiting for the acceptance letters to write themselves out to every witch and wizard in the UK. He was once again sorely disapointed.

"It's fine" repeated Dumbledore feeling his anger stirring he couldn't believe he had lost the brat he could be anywhere.

DAMON GIBBS INSIDE THE SCHOOL PARKING LOT

"Come on" said Diane getting her very quiet son into the car, she should have done things different she realized that now. She had selfishly wanted her son to think of her as his biological mother now look what happened. It had obviously affected him more than she realised, her son had never been in trouble before in his life. Then the afternoon she told him he got into trouble, it wasn't hard to connect the dots. Now he was taking his anger and frustration out on all the wrong people, sighing softly they remained silent all the way home in the car.

"I'm going to my room" said Damon curtly.

"No you are not I said you're father wouldn't know but you are still grounded young man!" snapped Diane.

"What you going to tell dad?" snapped Damon angrily.

"I will tell him you were rude to me now go on up to the spare room do not come out until dinner is ready" said Diane.

"You're NOT MY MOTHER!" snarled Damon angrily stomping up the stairs into the spare room. Damon regretted it the moment it left his lips but he couldn't take it back, he was too ashamed. If he had taken one look at his mums face he would have been on his knees crawling back begging for forgiveness. The look of utter devastation on her face was heart wrenchingly horrible to see.

So it wasn't only Damon crying up in the spare room but Diane was sobbing in the living room. What Damon had said had ripped her heart out and she didn't think she would ever get over the feeling of it.

"What's the matter?" asked Damien coming in comforting his wife not caring about his suit getting wet with tears and snot.

"Damien oh Damien" sobbed Diane hugging him close to her she needed him now more than ever. She didn't realize she had been crying for the past three hours her entire world seemed numb.

"What happened?" asked Damien again, once Diane had calmed down.

"Damon…got into some trouble at school, I went to get him when we got back I told him to go to the spare room. It's when he said I wasn't his mother" sobbed Diane her beautiful blonde hair seemed dull her face red and puffy looking. Her blue eyes were duller than ever showing just how much Damon had hurt her.

"Then that is where he will stay for five weeks" said Damien feeling really tired and weary now.

"What did he do at school?" asked Damien.

"I promised him I wouldn't say" admitted Diane.

"Then you won the needs our trust more than ever" said Damien understanding.

"Marie!" yelled Damien.

"Yes Sir?" asked a Spanish sounding voice from up the stairs.

"Come down here for a minute please" said Damien.

"I'll be right down sir" she replied. As much as Damien had asked her to call him by his given name she had insisted it was inappropriate. They were very good to her, she had her own little apartment near the house so she got her privacy.

"Yes Sir? Ma'am?" asked Marie not even looking embarrassed at seeing her bosses so upset as far as she was concerned it was none of her business.

"Could you make us dinner tonight? And take Damon's up to him tonight after that you can go yourself" said Damien.

"Of course sir," said Marie nodding curtly and heading for the kitchen.

-----------------TWO HOURS LATER ---------

"Here you are Sir, Ma'am" she said smiling as she lay their dinner on the dining table.

"Thank you Marie" said Diane much more composed than she had been earlier.

"I shall take this to Damon" said Marie.

"Very well" said Damien.

'Knock' 'Knock'

"Come in" shouted Damon.

"You're dinner Sir" said Marie.

All that was in this room was a bed, four blank walls, a small television a chest of drawers and a wardrobe. There was also a lot of Damon's old things, such as his Teddies and old children's DVDs. Diane hadn't been able to actually throw away the ones Damon liked the best so had kept them. Everything else had been personally delivered to the orphanages in the area.

If they thought it couldn't get any worse it continued to do so, Damon seemed to be going from an Excellent pupil to a dunce in the space of a few months. His grades were failing desperately. They had tried grounding him, talking to him, showing him they loved him but nothing seemed to work. They were getting desperate that was when Damien came up with an idea.

"Why don't we move again, this time he wont get any pocket money and will get his clothes from normal shops. We will be sending him to a normal school….perhaps this could be the wake up call he needs" said Damien, having no idea how right he was.

"I don't know Damien! Nothing else has worked what if this just pushes him away even more!" fretted Diane. Damon had once again bunked school to be with his new friends and the headmaster had to call again.

"How worse can it get? He's drinking, smoking and hanging around with the wrong crowd and he's only twelve years old if we stay here how bad will it get in the future?" asked Damien.

"You're right" moaned Diane.

"If this is our chance to help him we need to take it" said Damien.

"Where?" sighed Diane.

"California" said Damien.

"Well that's a nice enough place plenty of sun" said Diane.

"Let's start packing" said Damien, "The Trucks will be here in an hour to help"

"Ok" said Diane.

Three hours later the mansion was all but deserted, Marie had chosen to come with them. They had told her she could stay in that house as it was theirs to give, but she had insisted she come.

Damon was in for a shock when he got home.

Another three hours later he got home, the furniture was all gone, the trucks weren't even there they were already on their way to their new home. Damon knew he had been horrible but they weren't leaving him were they? He began panicking but then Diane told him to get into the car that they were leaving the old anger came back.

"Where are we going?" asked Damon hoping that this was just them trying to get back at him. They knew how much he hated moving all over the place, yet they were doing it to him AGAIN.

Calafonia" said Damien curtly.

"What?!" blurted Damon tears were nearly coming down his face. Calafonia was always sunny even more sunny than Arizona to be sure. However, his friends were all here and he hadn't even been able to say goodbye to them.

"Where's my laptop?" asked Damon.

"We will buy you a new one, when and if you deserve it" said Damien.

"You're taking away my laptop?" whispered Damon shocked.

"You're phone is also in the orphanage as well as the clothes and shoes you will get new ones when we get settled in" said Diane, she hated being so strict to her baby but she had to do it. She didn't know how long she could take the anger Damon was dolling out to her or Damien without really loosing her temper at him.

Damon didn't breath another word the entire ride there, everything had been taken off him. His laptop, mobile, clothes what else were they going to take off him.

"Why have we stopped here?" frowned Damon.

"This is our new house" said Damien.

"But…" protested Damon but cut off, shaking his head why were his parents doing this to him? Getting out he looked around and there wasn't even a van in sight the cars were years old.

"Where's our stuff?" asked Damon.

"Most of it is in a storage area, what can fit in here is being brought to us" said Damien.

Half an hour later it came, two small couches with three seats per couch. A nice little round table, a television, DVD player a few of their favourite DVD's. Their parrots cage along with the Macaw itself. There were an assortment of ornaments they put on top of the fireplace and around the house.

The worst thing was Damon's room, TV, DVD, some DVD's a stand for it all a cupboard, drawers, dressing table and a bed. Nothing else, it was barer than the room he was sent to as punishment. The DS he had snuck into that room was probably still there.

"Ok you've punished me can we go back now" begged Damon desperately.

"We are just beginning Damon, you will get ten pound a week and if you want a laptop I suggest you start saving. We will buy you a couple of small things a week but that is it" said Damien.

"You start public school tomorrow I will head out and buy you a new school bag and other essentials" said Diane.

"You're new clothes are over there" said Damien.

"Why is there no brand name on them?" asked Damon he knew why, because they were cheep clothes but he didn't understand why his dad would do that.

"Because you don't need brand names" said Damien.

"Take them up the stairs and get yourself settled in" said Diane.

Damon fled the small house and was up the stairs in five seconds compared to the five minutes he needed before.

When his mum brought him the bag up he found he had five pencils five pens two rubbers two sharpeners and a few highlighters a jotter book and a bag for his gym kit. The bag was very plain, biting his lip he thanked her before laying across his bed tears once again falling endlessly from those beautiful green eyes.