(Chapter 7 Edited February 23, 2007)

Water: The reason for life. I have always enjoyed walking in the rain. Being wet is fun. I have always enjoyed the welcoming sight of water. While a lot of people can find the ocean intimidating I think that it is awe inspiring. I really enjoy being outdoors and appreciating the small things in life, but I have little time for any of that anymore. My father is overbearing and trying to live out all of his unfulfilled dreams through me. I know that my parents only want the best for me as any parents do, but they have gone to obsessively extreme lengths. I don't think that anyone has had their parents plan every exact detail for the first 60 years of their child's life.

Swimming and surfing are awesome. I enjoy being out in nature and especially interacting with the water. With the hustle and bustle of today's society it is hard to believe that there are under appreciated things like lakes and forests still in this world. It is amazing that all of nature's beauty has not already been eradicated in order to make more building for civilization. Surfing is definitely muggle, but it's awesome. The wind and water in your face and hair is an awesome experience. It is still nothing to quidditch. Quidditch is my life, but it is not as if I HAVE a choice in it!

It's all my dad talks about. The closest my father got to quidditch was being a reserve keeper for his house team. He wasn't even the first string reserve! HE is truly atrocious at the game, but pretends as if he is too good for everyone else. I really don't like that about. Any time I go over to a new friend's house I end never talking to those kids again because when my father comes over to pick me up its nothing my incessant bragging on his part. My father means well but really knows how to push the buttons of people by bragging about my supposed accomplishments.

Getting my Hogwarts letter was the happiest day of his life. He always thought that I was nothing, well not exactly. I would rather be outside playing in water than flying on a broomstick and/ or training to become the next Minister of Magic. Not to say that I don't love quidditch, but I feel more at home in the waves than in the sky. I really enjoy reading, but I don't think he thinks I dedicate enough time to my studies. I try hard to focus, but is hard to do so when the weather outside is perfect to surf or fly on my broom. I really love both the water and quidditch; I play best while the rain is falling down around me.

He is trying to mold me, well has been trying to mold me into a prefect since the beginning. HE keeps on going on how I will not live long enough to become Head Boy if I don't get off of my board and bunk down on my studies. Some of the things he says really frighten me. They aren't mean or anything but it seems like he knows that I am going to die soon or something. I really don't know what is going on in that mind of his but it really frightens me sometimes.

My mother is nice enough. Like my father she expects great things out of me, but doesn't hold as high expectations. That is not to say she does not think I will amount to nothing, but knows that I am not bookish enough for a job in the Ministry. I try to appease my dad to no end. I love my mother and she has always tried to mix fun with all of the studies my dad has me do. Because of the workload my father piles on me I never attended muggle school or the pre-Hogwarts programs many other children attend before going to Hogwarts.

I am surprised that he wouldn't want me to begin to show off how smart I was before my first year began. I know he means well, but it is really hard to live up to the expectations that he has for me when the majority of them are unrealistic. HE keeps on telling me I will die a tragic death early in my life if I don't get my priorities straight—this really frightens the hell out of me.

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My powers awakened when I was ten I believe. I was at a ministry banquet. I think it was the second to last Christmas one I attended before going to Hogwarts. Because I was born after the first of September I was pushed back to the year after. It was the last time I would remember feeling like myself until I attended Hogwarts. Normally there are a lot of children at these kind of functions, but this time there were only two other kids besides me. They were like day and night, but they seemed to be the best of friends. One with black hair, the other a light honey brown. One with horrible teeth, the other… he was… REALLY COOL LOOKING! Not to say that I'm ugly, but I am just a little boy compared to him…well both of them. I learned that both of them were at Hogwarts already. The brown haired one really had an aura of confidence surrounding him and he was all smiles. The other one tended to frown a lot.

It was really intimidating going over to them and trying to interact with them. But the brown haired one was really nice and took me under his wing. The black hair boy was nice in his own way. They were both older than me, but we still managed to have a great time despite that fact. It was really fun being with them. It was the first time in a long time that I was actually having fun. My mother would take me to the beach from time to time but I never had a friend there. This was different. I had made two new friends—and they were actually close in age to me too! Well they were as close as I would get until I started at Hogwarts.

We were officially friends!!!  They even told me so. We got along so well that the time flew by. Before we knew it, our parents would be coming to get us to go home. It felt exhilarating to do what I wanted for once instead of what my father expected me to do. I know that teenagers rebel and everything, but I don't think I could ever do that. I don't think that would be accepted. I don't think I would be even able to try…

After a while, when they got to know me, they showed me their powers over air and fire. Soon after with a flick of the wrist I could conjure water.

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Now that I think of it, I don't ever recall my father ever really having any friends. Sure he had colleagues from work and so-called acquaintances, but none of them actually look like they wanted to be with him for any extended amount of time…

I think he is a bit overbearing and his personality is the greatest, but he means well… at least some of the time.

I have never seen eye to eye with him and never plan to as horrible as it sounds. As soon as I am done with Hogwarts I plan to leave home and not turn back. I don't want to enter the Ministry as he has planned. I don't even love playing quidditch for the thrill of the game. I am far from perfect, but that isn't my problem… well it is in a way. I never had any friends because of my father…

And…

…because of myself

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Author's note…

Hey. I hope that you all know who this really is! It shouldn't be too hard lol. I think that all of the characters I am including have enough of the presence in the books in the sense that you have an idea of who you think they are, but are at the same time minor characters so you don't really know who they are.

I enjoy giving depth to characters that are underestimated/ underused/ underappreciated. I think that the four characters I have chosen as the heirs to "The Four" have proven themselves worthy to the reader by their actions in canon. Well they are all memorable for some reason or another. Some more chilling then others…

Can you guess who it is???

Unlike the other two chapters prior to this one, I am not mentioning who this character is!!! I know I am evil lol… but you know who the first two are based on personality and you will know the fourth one because of the need for their name in the next chapter. So this chapter will remain without the identity of the THIRD member. Guess for yourself and read the next few chapters to see if you are correct!

-Griffin