Aw! Thanks for the reviews. They're the most I've gotten in one chapter so
far! *dances around* I really *really* appreciate them. Usually when
someone sees the words 'new generation' they don't read the fic. ^_^
CrystalStarGuardian(He is the chapter! I already know you like it but.. review it anyway ;) bwaybaby73(And he had many more years to come.. perhaps ^_^) HPMystery(Thank you *blushes* I try to keep them in character as close as possible.) DragonSoul(Yay! You love my fics! But do you love me? *suspicious look* Where's Kaleb you ask? I hope this chapter explains it all. Don't hurt me too badly ^_^;) RainShadow(Ah *you* again!? *sticks tongue out* The 'little snot' is still hot! So it's all good! Mmm different is promising.. but don't think all the teachers are dead. ^_~ Oh I like that part too! Hey Draco's got to have something to hold on to because right now, it isn't Harry) Exis(Aww I'm sorry. But I hope that means you think it's good!) Cat Samwise(^_^ Here it is!) Star(Hey! You! Star! Hehe sorry. ^_^ I hope those were tears of 'Wow you're a good writer! And I want to keep reviewing this fic!' hehe :)
Meanwhile, in the slums of Diagon Alley, or more precisely the deepest darkest corners of Knockturn Alley, the homeless people of the wizarding world tried to have the best life as possible. They stole if need be, mostly from muggles. But some of them were so poor that they had already sold their wands, leaving them powerless and preventing them from leaving Diagon.
Among them was a young boy, eleven or so. Although homeless, at a glance one wouldn't think so. He wore a trademark leather jacket and worn jeans, and his blonde hair was short and messy, almost artistically so. Even though his exterior and background would make you think otherwise, he was really kind. At least, to a few people he knew. To the others he warned them to run far, far away (leaving their wallets behind of course).
His aqua eyes scanned the crowd of Diagon Alley. He usually didn't ever walk these streets unless he had run low on money (pick-pocketing was his best skill) or was just plain bored.
Shifting his way through the streaming crowd of noisy wizard babies, spoiled children and stressed parents, he found an open table in front of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor and took a seat.
Leaning back, he observed his surroundings. To his right there was a group of children around his age cluttered in front of the Quidditch Supplies store, all drooling over the latest broomstick model, The Firebolt 4000.
He grunted. Their clothes weren't ripped and torn. Their hair was washed and clean. They probably never went hungry. They probably had a warm bed to sleep in at night, and parents that cared for them. He thought bitterly to himself, "If only they knew how the real world was."
He blinked, the sunlight blocking his vision for a second before he tilted his head another way. He gazed down at his own pale skin. How long had it been since he'd been in the light? Usually he was the owner of shadows and stalker of the night.
Then something else blocked his vision. Not the sun this time, but a black barn owl. To his amazement it swooped down right by his side and dropped a letter. It looked at him expectantly, nipping the side of his coat.
"Hey! Don't do that!" He threw it a disgruntled look as he slipped 5 knuts into its pouch. It continued to look at him. "Er." Five more went in as well. It continued to give him a blank stare. The boy narrowed his eyes. "That's all I got! Take it and leave unless you want to be my dinner!" At this phrase the owl *hooted*. He actually *hooted*! The nerve!
"What? Do you want food? Is that it? Well I haven't got any so shoo! Go home!" He swatted at it, which only encouraged the little bugger not to move. Narrowing his eyes and looking at it closer, he inspected every inch of his feather-covered annoyer. "Do you have a home?" To his surprise the owl shook his head. "Ay! Well then. You can stay with me, if you want. I'll call you, ah, Pellerin." His brows furrowed. What in the world? Why the hell did that come to his mind first? He shrugged it off deciding he probably read it off of a stolen wallet in his going collection.
With a satisfied grin he focused his attention back on his letter. He'd heard about the place, of course. How could he not? Half the student population was probably there right now, buying supplies. He frowned. He didn't nearly have enough money for supplies.
"Oh hell. Just when I promised I'd cut down on stealing," he said with a smirk as he traced the shameful address with his finger.
Kaleb Hastings
4th Cardboard Box At the End of Knockturn Alley
Diagon Alley
"This is gonna be one interesting year." Kaleb chuckled slightly as he tore open the envelope. "Interesting indeed."
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^_^ Like my twists?
Kaleb: Nooooo! I'm a boy god damn you!
Klee: *innocent look*
Kaleb: Evil, evil creator.
Klee: Yes dearie. Or should I say dear because that's more male..
Kaleb: Arggg! *He lunges at her*
Klee: *stops and points* Haha notice the 'he' in that sentence!
Kaleb: *He gives her a super ultra mega death glare and storms off*
Klee: *sing-songy* He-he-he-he-he-he
BTW for those of you who don't know, Star's original full name was Star Pellerin. Just some info. for thought. Review Please!
CrystalStarGuardian(He is the chapter! I already know you like it but.. review it anyway ;) bwaybaby73(And he had many more years to come.. perhaps ^_^) HPMystery(Thank you *blushes* I try to keep them in character as close as possible.) DragonSoul(Yay! You love my fics! But do you love me? *suspicious look* Where's Kaleb you ask? I hope this chapter explains it all. Don't hurt me too badly ^_^;) RainShadow(Ah *you* again!? *sticks tongue out* The 'little snot' is still hot! So it's all good! Mmm different is promising.. but don't think all the teachers are dead. ^_~ Oh I like that part too! Hey Draco's got to have something to hold on to because right now, it isn't Harry) Exis(Aww I'm sorry. But I hope that means you think it's good!) Cat Samwise(^_^ Here it is!) Star(Hey! You! Star! Hehe sorry. ^_^ I hope those were tears of 'Wow you're a good writer! And I want to keep reviewing this fic!' hehe :)
Meanwhile, in the slums of Diagon Alley, or more precisely the deepest darkest corners of Knockturn Alley, the homeless people of the wizarding world tried to have the best life as possible. They stole if need be, mostly from muggles. But some of them were so poor that they had already sold their wands, leaving them powerless and preventing them from leaving Diagon.
Among them was a young boy, eleven or so. Although homeless, at a glance one wouldn't think so. He wore a trademark leather jacket and worn jeans, and his blonde hair was short and messy, almost artistically so. Even though his exterior and background would make you think otherwise, he was really kind. At least, to a few people he knew. To the others he warned them to run far, far away (leaving their wallets behind of course).
His aqua eyes scanned the crowd of Diagon Alley. He usually didn't ever walk these streets unless he had run low on money (pick-pocketing was his best skill) or was just plain bored.
Shifting his way through the streaming crowd of noisy wizard babies, spoiled children and stressed parents, he found an open table in front of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor and took a seat.
Leaning back, he observed his surroundings. To his right there was a group of children around his age cluttered in front of the Quidditch Supplies store, all drooling over the latest broomstick model, The Firebolt 4000.
He grunted. Their clothes weren't ripped and torn. Their hair was washed and clean. They probably never went hungry. They probably had a warm bed to sleep in at night, and parents that cared for them. He thought bitterly to himself, "If only they knew how the real world was."
He blinked, the sunlight blocking his vision for a second before he tilted his head another way. He gazed down at his own pale skin. How long had it been since he'd been in the light? Usually he was the owner of shadows and stalker of the night.
Then something else blocked his vision. Not the sun this time, but a black barn owl. To his amazement it swooped down right by his side and dropped a letter. It looked at him expectantly, nipping the side of his coat.
"Hey! Don't do that!" He threw it a disgruntled look as he slipped 5 knuts into its pouch. It continued to look at him. "Er." Five more went in as well. It continued to give him a blank stare. The boy narrowed his eyes. "That's all I got! Take it and leave unless you want to be my dinner!" At this phrase the owl *hooted*. He actually *hooted*! The nerve!
"What? Do you want food? Is that it? Well I haven't got any so shoo! Go home!" He swatted at it, which only encouraged the little bugger not to move. Narrowing his eyes and looking at it closer, he inspected every inch of his feather-covered annoyer. "Do you have a home?" To his surprise the owl shook his head. "Ay! Well then. You can stay with me, if you want. I'll call you, ah, Pellerin." His brows furrowed. What in the world? Why the hell did that come to his mind first? He shrugged it off deciding he probably read it off of a stolen wallet in his going collection.
With a satisfied grin he focused his attention back on his letter. He'd heard about the place, of course. How could he not? Half the student population was probably there right now, buying supplies. He frowned. He didn't nearly have enough money for supplies.
"Oh hell. Just when I promised I'd cut down on stealing," he said with a smirk as he traced the shameful address with his finger.
Kaleb Hastings
4th Cardboard Box At the End of Knockturn Alley
Diagon Alley
"This is gonna be one interesting year." Kaleb chuckled slightly as he tore open the envelope. "Interesting indeed."
---
^_^ Like my twists?
Kaleb: Nooooo! I'm a boy god damn you!
Klee: *innocent look*
Kaleb: Evil, evil creator.
Klee: Yes dearie. Or should I say dear because that's more male..
Kaleb: Arggg! *He lunges at her*
Klee: *stops and points* Haha notice the 'he' in that sentence!
Kaleb: *He gives her a super ultra mega death glare and storms off*
Klee: *sing-songy* He-he-he-he-he-he
BTW for those of you who don't know, Star's original full name was Star Pellerin. Just some info. for thought. Review Please!
