(3 years later)
"Come on, quietly now or you'll wake the others," a couple of teenagers whispered as they got out of their bunk beds. They were walking around and they past by Tine's bed.
Tine laid in his small bunk bed with his eyes wide open, his red hair had now grown a little and was starting to spike up. He couldn't seem to fall asleep. He was only three years old; he had been living in the orphanage since he was a baby. As far as he remember he knew nothing of his real family, but something in the back of his mind told him that he didn't want to know. Tine sighed and once again looked at his surroundings. The room was almost completely dark at this time, but he had superb vision. The room, as far as he could see, was filled with bunk beds with teenagers and kids sleeping in them. (Except for those that were up doing something in the middle of the night.) The roof was kind of low and there were tons of windows. Every time Tine hadn't been able to sleep he would just lay there in his bed looking and thinking to himself.
Tine did this awhile and then laid back in his bed in a trance like state of mind. The noise from an argument in the main office jerked Tine out of his trance. He wondered what they would be arguing about so late at night. Out of curiosity, Tine got out of bed slowly and tiptoed to the main office. He silenced himself and then pressed his ear against the door and started to listen.
"He has the right to know!" One voice exclaimed.
"He's not old enough, when the time comes he'll find out!" another agued back.
"There is not enough time in the world to prepare for the fact that he belongs to that family!" a third voice shouted back at the other two. "He doesn't belong there. Honestly have you been hearing the news concerning He- Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his followers! I wouldn't be surprised if his real father was one of them!"
Tine took a second and then realized whom the voices belonged to immediately. The first voice was Radcliffe, Tine had known him since he could remember anything and he was a tall man that was in his twenties. The second voice belonged to a woman by the name of Alexandra Daniels, one of the head ministrations that worked with the orphans. (She mostly dealt with the teenagers.) And last of all the third voice belonged to the man that was in charge of the Orphanage its self, Frank Bellman. He was a man in his forties that loves his kids. He was in charge of a total of three orphanages in London total. As the conversation went on, he silently started listening again.
"Don't talk that way!" Daniels hissed. "You know that is how things get started. He's a powerful man, Frank. Don't go enemies on the likes of him! Besides I thought we agreed when he came here that we'd tell him when he gets older."
"It's just not fair to him. That's it. And we should be able to tell him about his real family and his brother-" Radcliffe started. He was interrupted by when Frank put his hand in the air as if he was listening for something.
"What?" Daniels asked.
"I thought I heard something," he replied.
With this said Tine rushed back to his bed and threw himself on it and pulled the covers over his head. He had millions of questions running through his bed as he silently lay there once again that night. Who were they talking about? Is it me? Was it about my past? Why weren't they allowed to tell the person who his family was? Why were they being secretive? All these questions raced through his brain and he came to one conclusion that when this person finds out who his real family is that he'll get the surprise of his life.
While time passed on Tine was finally able to go back to sleep. While he was sleeping Radcliffe came to check up on him. He sighed as he looked down on Tine and said silently," Sorry, buddy, you have no clue who your real family is. We'll tell you in time. Don't worry about it."
.
"Come on, quietly now or you'll wake the others," a couple of teenagers whispered as they got out of their bunk beds. They were walking around and they past by Tine's bed.
Tine laid in his small bunk bed with his eyes wide open, his red hair had now grown a little and was starting to spike up. He couldn't seem to fall asleep. He was only three years old; he had been living in the orphanage since he was a baby. As far as he remember he knew nothing of his real family, but something in the back of his mind told him that he didn't want to know. Tine sighed and once again looked at his surroundings. The room was almost completely dark at this time, but he had superb vision. The room, as far as he could see, was filled with bunk beds with teenagers and kids sleeping in them. (Except for those that were up doing something in the middle of the night.) The roof was kind of low and there were tons of windows. Every time Tine hadn't been able to sleep he would just lay there in his bed looking and thinking to himself.
Tine did this awhile and then laid back in his bed in a trance like state of mind. The noise from an argument in the main office jerked Tine out of his trance. He wondered what they would be arguing about so late at night. Out of curiosity, Tine got out of bed slowly and tiptoed to the main office. He silenced himself and then pressed his ear against the door and started to listen.
"He has the right to know!" One voice exclaimed.
"He's not old enough, when the time comes he'll find out!" another agued back.
"There is not enough time in the world to prepare for the fact that he belongs to that family!" a third voice shouted back at the other two. "He doesn't belong there. Honestly have you been hearing the news concerning He- Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his followers! I wouldn't be surprised if his real father was one of them!"
Tine took a second and then realized whom the voices belonged to immediately. The first voice was Radcliffe, Tine had known him since he could remember anything and he was a tall man that was in his twenties. The second voice belonged to a woman by the name of Alexandra Daniels, one of the head ministrations that worked with the orphans. (She mostly dealt with the teenagers.) And last of all the third voice belonged to the man that was in charge of the Orphanage its self, Frank Bellman. He was a man in his forties that loves his kids. He was in charge of a total of three orphanages in London total. As the conversation went on, he silently started listening again.
"Don't talk that way!" Daniels hissed. "You know that is how things get started. He's a powerful man, Frank. Don't go enemies on the likes of him! Besides I thought we agreed when he came here that we'd tell him when he gets older."
"It's just not fair to him. That's it. And we should be able to tell him about his real family and his brother-" Radcliffe started. He was interrupted by when Frank put his hand in the air as if he was listening for something.
"What?" Daniels asked.
"I thought I heard something," he replied.
With this said Tine rushed back to his bed and threw himself on it and pulled the covers over his head. He had millions of questions running through his bed as he silently lay there once again that night. Who were they talking about? Is it me? Was it about my past? Why weren't they allowed to tell the person who his family was? Why were they being secretive? All these questions raced through his brain and he came to one conclusion that when this person finds out who his real family is that he'll get the surprise of his life.
While time passed on Tine was finally able to go back to sleep. While he was sleeping Radcliffe came to check up on him. He sighed as he looked down on Tine and said silently," Sorry, buddy, you have no clue who your real family is. We'll tell you in time. Don't worry about it."
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