I stepped out of the airport turnstile and whistled for a cab. An old man,
in his sixties or so, stopped and asked me in a heavy English accent:
"Where to, me young laddo?" Drakkenn took a second to digest the heavy British accent and then replied perfectly copying the man rustic voice.
"I'm off to St. Pottery and Catchpole, wot!" The man looked at Drakkenn, obviously confused. I was in a hurry, so I threw my bag in the back of car and switched back into my New York accent.
"Gift of tongues, man. Why not use it?" The cabby nodded and floored it. 'I thought they drove fast in New York!' I thought to myself. As soon as I had relaxed and was starting to enjoy the scenery, the cabby stopped.
"All right, matey. This be your stop." I just nodded back at the English cabby and grabbed my bag out of the back.
"How much?"
"7 American dollars, lad." He nodded and took out a 20.
"Being generous brings me much pleasure in life. Here you go, my fine sir. And have a very pleasant day." I was happy. Why shouldn't I be? Starting a new life with real family and real friends. I almost skipped my way towards the house that would bring him new hope. Almost skipped. I found the misshapen house that was housing my long lost brother and immediately knocked on the door. Some man name Albus Dumbledore had invited me to attend a school of the gifted. Hogwarts. My brother was also surpassingly good at magick. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and a young voice yell
"I'll get it!" A red hair girl, who looked about a year younger than I, opened the door and screamed with fright and closed it back in my face. I sighed. I am used to this treatment. I opened the door carefully.
"Umm, excuse me? My name is Drakkenn Gunmetal. I'm looking for Harry Potter?" The girl had scampered away and now I was faced with a middle aged and angry woman.
"What do you want with our Harry, boy? Spit it out now!"
"Whoa, please calm down? I'm sorry for my appearance, but I need to speak to Harry. It is a matter of great importance." She still looked skeptical.
"Your accent is most definitely New York, lad. How do you know Harry?"
"I didn't until 1 week ago. You see, a man called Dumbledore sent me a letter. And it said that he was admitting me into his school called-"
"Hogwarts. Yes we know, son. But what does that have to do with Harry?"
"He told me that since I had no parents or friends back at home, I should at least meet my brother. My original name isn't Drakkenn Gunmtal. It's Justin Potter." Her jaw dropped. She quickly ushered me inside.
"Boy, tell me now. Are you serious?"
"Yes with all honesty." Her draw dropped just a bit farther. If that was even possible.
"Wait here, Justin." She scuttled up the stairs and in just a few seconds, she brought down four boys and two girls. They all looked at me strangely. Like I didn't belong. Well of course I didn't belong. I was a strange person they had never seen before, sitting in their house. I looked them all over. Three of the boys had red hair and freckles. The one that looked about his age was attached to a raven-haired girl. She also looked about my age. But I focused on the other boy and girl. The other boy had my same jet- black hair. His face was similar, but not the same, and I have blue eyes, while the other boy had green. He also had a girl attached to him. She had chestnut brown hair and honey colored eyes. She was very beautiful. Who ever this other guy was, he was very lucky. Finally the older woman spoke again.
"I would like you all to meet Drakkenn Gunmetal. Harry you go over and make the young man feel welcome." The young man that was a very close likeness of myself walked over to me and shuck his hand.
"Nice to meet you, man."
"You too, bro." (A/N: HAHA corny pun =P)
"So what brings you to our humble abode?"
"Well I was just accepted into a school named Hogwarts. You know anything about it?"
"Yea, man. We," He pointed to himself and all of the rest of the crew. "We all go to Hogwarts. But what brings you here?"
"Oh, just finding my long lost brother. You see, my name isn't really Drakkenn Gunmetal. My birth name was Justin. Justin Potter." Every jaw dropped in the room and I couldn't help but chuckle a bit. This is when the chestnut haired girl and the rest of the gang came up to join Harry and I. The youngest of the red haired boys, the one with the raven-haired girl, came up and shuck my hand as well.
"Ron Weasley. Nice to meet you mate." Then the other two boys, apparently twins, came up and did the same.
"Forge and Gred here! Oh sorry! Always getting the names in a conjugal, you know? George and Fred, we are called and it's nice to meet you as well." So Fred, George, and Ron got out of the way so I could meet both of the girls. The girl with the brown hair introduced herself first.
"Hello! I'm Hermione Granger! Nice to meet you, Drakkenn!" Then the raven- hair one.
"Hello, Drakkenn! My name is Lavender Brown."
"Well it's very nice to meet all of you. Does anyone know where I could get handgun ammunition?" The all looked at me dumbfounded again. "Oh don't tell me you've never seen a handgun!" Everyone shook their heads except for Hermione.
"I've seen one before. My dad has one." I sighed with relief. At least someone knows.
"Do you know where he buys bullets?"
"Yes at Diagon Alley they have a special store for muggle weaponry."
"Very good. Well then I certainly shall have to visit it when I get my supplies. Have all of you already gotten your supplies?" They shuck their heads.
"Come on, people! You can talk. That's what these," He pointed towards his mouth. "Are for!" Everyone laughed and that seemed to lighten up the mood. 'These are nice people. I can tell. I'm going to be very happy with them as friends.'
"Well everyone. Time for dinner." The older woman, who I supposed was Mrs. Weasley, called from the kitchen. We all scampered into the kitchen and I sat next to Harry.
"You see, Harry. I'm not really a full wizard because I have only some powers. But I'm more than a squib." He nodded and told me to continue. "Well, you see, I have powers that no one else have. But I lack your powers. My powers aid combat. Evasion dodges blows. Trueshot aids in accuracy of projectiles. Critical Hit lets you hit harder. Spirit of the Wolf lets you run faster. And I can heal very well. There are many more buff spell I know, but I've come here to hone them, you know?"
"Drakkenn, I don't know what to say, bro. I mean you have to understand. I lived with my stupid ass Aunt and Uncle for 15 years, man. They hated me, and now I finally have some family. It's very had to comprehend. But your powers seem amazing."
"Thanks, man. And I know. We've never seen our parents. Life sucks, but when something good comes knocking we have to answer, man."
"Yea. Well As soon as we get to Hogwarts you are gonna make some friends. Really quick. I promise."
"Sounds good, man. So what's the deal with you and Hermione? Hmmm?" I thought some brotherly teasing was in order. He blushed and looked away. "Oh, come on, Harry!"
"Well. um. we are.um.. I don't really know what we are. Friends with benefits maybe?"
"Hey, man. Anything would be good for me. Before I came here I was an outcast. No one liked me and I had NO chance of being in any physical contact with a female. What you have with Hermione, is heaven to me, man. I know this will sound stupid, but I just want to be.loved."
=P
"Where to, me young laddo?" Drakkenn took a second to digest the heavy British accent and then replied perfectly copying the man rustic voice.
"I'm off to St. Pottery and Catchpole, wot!" The man looked at Drakkenn, obviously confused. I was in a hurry, so I threw my bag in the back of car and switched back into my New York accent.
"Gift of tongues, man. Why not use it?" The cabby nodded and floored it. 'I thought they drove fast in New York!' I thought to myself. As soon as I had relaxed and was starting to enjoy the scenery, the cabby stopped.
"All right, matey. This be your stop." I just nodded back at the English cabby and grabbed my bag out of the back.
"How much?"
"7 American dollars, lad." He nodded and took out a 20.
"Being generous brings me much pleasure in life. Here you go, my fine sir. And have a very pleasant day." I was happy. Why shouldn't I be? Starting a new life with real family and real friends. I almost skipped my way towards the house that would bring him new hope. Almost skipped. I found the misshapen house that was housing my long lost brother and immediately knocked on the door. Some man name Albus Dumbledore had invited me to attend a school of the gifted. Hogwarts. My brother was also surpassingly good at magick. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and a young voice yell
"I'll get it!" A red hair girl, who looked about a year younger than I, opened the door and screamed with fright and closed it back in my face. I sighed. I am used to this treatment. I opened the door carefully.
"Umm, excuse me? My name is Drakkenn Gunmetal. I'm looking for Harry Potter?" The girl had scampered away and now I was faced with a middle aged and angry woman.
"What do you want with our Harry, boy? Spit it out now!"
"Whoa, please calm down? I'm sorry for my appearance, but I need to speak to Harry. It is a matter of great importance." She still looked skeptical.
"Your accent is most definitely New York, lad. How do you know Harry?"
"I didn't until 1 week ago. You see, a man called Dumbledore sent me a letter. And it said that he was admitting me into his school called-"
"Hogwarts. Yes we know, son. But what does that have to do with Harry?"
"He told me that since I had no parents or friends back at home, I should at least meet my brother. My original name isn't Drakkenn Gunmtal. It's Justin Potter." Her jaw dropped. She quickly ushered me inside.
"Boy, tell me now. Are you serious?"
"Yes with all honesty." Her draw dropped just a bit farther. If that was even possible.
"Wait here, Justin." She scuttled up the stairs and in just a few seconds, she brought down four boys and two girls. They all looked at me strangely. Like I didn't belong. Well of course I didn't belong. I was a strange person they had never seen before, sitting in their house. I looked them all over. Three of the boys had red hair and freckles. The one that looked about his age was attached to a raven-haired girl. She also looked about my age. But I focused on the other boy and girl. The other boy had my same jet- black hair. His face was similar, but not the same, and I have blue eyes, while the other boy had green. He also had a girl attached to him. She had chestnut brown hair and honey colored eyes. She was very beautiful. Who ever this other guy was, he was very lucky. Finally the older woman spoke again.
"I would like you all to meet Drakkenn Gunmetal. Harry you go over and make the young man feel welcome." The young man that was a very close likeness of myself walked over to me and shuck his hand.
"Nice to meet you, man."
"You too, bro." (A/N: HAHA corny pun =P)
"So what brings you to our humble abode?"
"Well I was just accepted into a school named Hogwarts. You know anything about it?"
"Yea, man. We," He pointed to himself and all of the rest of the crew. "We all go to Hogwarts. But what brings you here?"
"Oh, just finding my long lost brother. You see, my name isn't really Drakkenn Gunmetal. My birth name was Justin. Justin Potter." Every jaw dropped in the room and I couldn't help but chuckle a bit. This is when the chestnut haired girl and the rest of the gang came up to join Harry and I. The youngest of the red haired boys, the one with the raven-haired girl, came up and shuck my hand as well.
"Ron Weasley. Nice to meet you mate." Then the other two boys, apparently twins, came up and did the same.
"Forge and Gred here! Oh sorry! Always getting the names in a conjugal, you know? George and Fred, we are called and it's nice to meet you as well." So Fred, George, and Ron got out of the way so I could meet both of the girls. The girl with the brown hair introduced herself first.
"Hello! I'm Hermione Granger! Nice to meet you, Drakkenn!" Then the raven- hair one.
"Hello, Drakkenn! My name is Lavender Brown."
"Well it's very nice to meet all of you. Does anyone know where I could get handgun ammunition?" The all looked at me dumbfounded again. "Oh don't tell me you've never seen a handgun!" Everyone shook their heads except for Hermione.
"I've seen one before. My dad has one." I sighed with relief. At least someone knows.
"Do you know where he buys bullets?"
"Yes at Diagon Alley they have a special store for muggle weaponry."
"Very good. Well then I certainly shall have to visit it when I get my supplies. Have all of you already gotten your supplies?" They shuck their heads.
"Come on, people! You can talk. That's what these," He pointed towards his mouth. "Are for!" Everyone laughed and that seemed to lighten up the mood. 'These are nice people. I can tell. I'm going to be very happy with them as friends.'
"Well everyone. Time for dinner." The older woman, who I supposed was Mrs. Weasley, called from the kitchen. We all scampered into the kitchen and I sat next to Harry.
"You see, Harry. I'm not really a full wizard because I have only some powers. But I'm more than a squib." He nodded and told me to continue. "Well, you see, I have powers that no one else have. But I lack your powers. My powers aid combat. Evasion dodges blows. Trueshot aids in accuracy of projectiles. Critical Hit lets you hit harder. Spirit of the Wolf lets you run faster. And I can heal very well. There are many more buff spell I know, but I've come here to hone them, you know?"
"Drakkenn, I don't know what to say, bro. I mean you have to understand. I lived with my stupid ass Aunt and Uncle for 15 years, man. They hated me, and now I finally have some family. It's very had to comprehend. But your powers seem amazing."
"Thanks, man. And I know. We've never seen our parents. Life sucks, but when something good comes knocking we have to answer, man."
"Yea. Well As soon as we get to Hogwarts you are gonna make some friends. Really quick. I promise."
"Sounds good, man. So what's the deal with you and Hermione? Hmmm?" I thought some brotherly teasing was in order. He blushed and looked away. "Oh, come on, Harry!"
"Well. um. we are.um.. I don't really know what we are. Friends with benefits maybe?"
"Hey, man. Anything would be good for me. Before I came here I was an outcast. No one liked me and I had NO chance of being in any physical contact with a female. What you have with Hermione, is heaven to me, man. I know this will sound stupid, but I just want to be.loved."
=P