The walls were gray, as always. A boy sat here, on a moldy bed, staring faintly out the window. He looked around him, confined by the gray walls and the depressing room. His white hair shone out against his tan skin. His bright blue eyes tracked the clouds that floated lazily outside the dusty window. He wore a loose old white shirt and black pants, which was a little too big for him. The boy's name was Marak, and he was stuck in an orphanage.
He was ten years old, but something felt off. It wasn't just the fact that no one had ever wanted him… well for long anyway. Every time he had been adopted (3 times) strange things happened. Like for instance the first time he was adopted it was just three weeks before his new parents got upset at him for spilling a drink on their brand-new leather sofa. The next day his 'parents' had come down to the living room to see that their pure leather sofa was … well, melted. Marak had tried to explain, as he was woken a couple of seconds later by a furious foster parents, that he hadn't done anything. Indeed, he was kicked out of the living room and sent to bed. He didn't leave the room. But that fell through and he found himself back here.
The second time he had been adopted other strange things happened, like how his foster parent's annoying little dog, after biting Marak a couple of times, was found the next day up in a giant elm tree. Other strange things like that seemed to follow Marak during the second time and he again within a month found himself back in the orphanage. The third time… well, lets just not think about that...
So it turned out that Marak was now back here, and it seemed no one wanted him. Now, Marak thought, I guess I'm probably going to be living here forever… I'm never going to find a place to belong.
It was just that precise moment that a startling thump could be heard against the glass of the window Marak had been previously staring at. Marak looked towards the noise in alarm.
"Hmm... that's funny." Marak said, noticing a little tiny brown owl hovered outside the window, a large letter tied firmly to its leg. It looked like it was far too small to carry the letter, and indeed, the bird seemed to be flapping its wings hard, but slowly floating down and out of sight.
Before Marak knew what he was doing he jumped to the window, fumbling with the latch, but remembered that the latch had broken a week ago when one of the young annoying kids came in and tried to play football while jumping on Marak's bed. Marak tried to look for the poor bird, but couldn't see it. Then he saw the bobbing head of the little owl as it struggled to get back to the height of the window.
"Hold on!" Marak yelled at the bird through the glass. Then he took off and ran down the hallway, heading towards the door.
What the heck? Why am I trying to let in that owl? It probably has rabies or something… Marak reasoned, but yet he continued to run. Marak happened to glance out the windows which lined the hallway, surprised to see the little owl's brown body bobbing up and down as it followed Marak. But Marak's face fell as he saw the little body collapse and fall into the bushes outside the building.
"Aww, crud!" Marak yelled running even faster.
It took Mark a few seconds before he reached the door and yanked open. Dashing outside he ran around the building, running through the thick bushes and brambles, finally making it to the spot he had seen the owl fall… but it wasn't there.
"Darn it!" Marak exclaimed. But even as he felt despaired at the disappearance of the owl, a part of him reasoned it was best, no more attacking owls…
A little hooting sounded behind him and Marak spun around to face the little owl, who must've flapped up and hopped to the low branches of one of the elm trees. With a happy hoot of victory (Or at least it sounded like that to Marak, who was confused about all of this) it cut off the little string attacking the letter to it's little leg and with a great many flapping, flew off into the breeze. The letter fluttered to the ground.
Marak watched it until it fluttered to the ground. It was then he picked it up. Just feeling that letter seemed to give him a buzz of energy, it seemed like that letter was the answer.
"AHEM…. It seems your recklessness is apparent even during lunch hours."
Marak winced and slowly turned around to face a very disgruntled man. He had wispy blond hair and his glasses shone like a warning beacon. Marak's face fell. This was the person who was in charge of making sure the children were behaving well and doing their chores to help out the orphanage.
"RUNNING through the halls, VANDALIZING the plants around the orphanage, a DANGER to all who try to have a peaceful lunch, which you should be at right now…" The Man yelled walking back towards the door back within the orphanage, meaning for Marak to follow. He reluctantly complied, following mutely, not even listening to the man's words but staring at his letter, which had the symbol of a crest with a lion, snake, badger, and raven on it.
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Author's Note:
Disclaimer: All ideas and names from the Harry Potter Series are not mine, but J.K. Rowling's. Anything familiar from those Series are not mine, but the rest are mine, and only mine.
This is Blackotter, I've decided to try and write a nice little novel, even if it's baised on another book, it still is a pretty nice thing for me. I have a lot of new ideas, so I wanted to base the world of Harry Potter on this, so I erased Voldemort and all that, but I did keep The teachers, since they are characters which I already have a good feel for, and I don't want to create new teachers, plus they can help out my story very well anyways (Yes, I know I'm lazy ; )
Umm, can't think of anything else, but I will tell you that I'm putting up two chapters today, and will hopefully update two times a week, or maybe just weekly. An important note, if you do read my story, PLEASE REVIEW IT. That is how I'm going to be encouraged to continue on, I mean who wants to write is nobody is going to read it? So If you like it please say so, if you don't but have suggestions, please say so! Thank you for any reviews you guys give me, and enjoy
(If you have any ideas, e-mail them to me, and if I like them I'll put them in and give you credit!)
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