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American Magician
Chapter 1:
Last time:
That the child would be placed in an orphanage. The only way the birth date could be figured was by the date, 7-31-81, on the bottom of his tiny socks. When asked, his name, the child would only reply with a "Siwius Hawy,". The only name able to be given, Sirius Harold. He was given the woman that found him's last name of Johnson.
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fourteen years later
"Spec!" Simeon yelled. Sirius' head shot up. When he was eight, his teacher said that there was something spectacular about his eyes. He didn't know what the word meant, but Simeon thought it would be great to call him Spec.
The once black haired, green eyed baby had turned into a handsome fifteen year old with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. He grinned at his blond friend and shook his head. "What do you want Simeon?" He called. "You know I'll get a whuppin' if I don't finish this!" He finished.
"There is a couple that wants to see you!" Black eyebrows shot up past his ruffled fringe.
"You sure?"
"No, I'm only saying that! Of course I'm sure! Now get out here!" Sirius stood quickly and jogged to where Simeon stood. "You better move your ass, they don't look too patient." Sirius nodded and rounded the corner. A light brunette man stood by a blond woman, both with brown eyes. The woman grinned.
"John, look at him, he'll be perfect!" She squealed shrilly.
"We'll take him. You want him back in a month, right?" John asked the orphanage owner, Mr. Williams.
"Yes, that will be fine. It will be fifty dollars a day, just so that you know." He warned. Sirius' jaw dropped.
"What's going on?" He demanded.
"They are buying you to carry their bags and at as their son while they are away." Mr. Williams sneered. "If I hear anything, anything at all, you'll be thrashed like never before." He said the warning so that only Sirius could hear. He nodded quickly. "Now go to your room. They will pick you up tomorrow."
Sirius left as quickly as possible and ran into Simeon on the other side of the door and they both fell. "Can he do that?" He asked.
"I don't think so." Simeon offered. "Can you get off?" He asked. Sirius was about to comply when a vision flashed through his mind. A castle full of students. He shut his eyes and shook his head roughly to clear his mind. "Spec? Where are we?"
Sirius rolled off and found a whole group of people starring at them. "Simeon, what's going on?" Sirius asked.
"I don't know. There's a grip of people. Now Spec, I know you're my friend and all but GET THE FUCK OFF ME!"
"Who are you two?" The man at the front asked. He had short messy black hair, blue eyes, and a slightly muscular build. He was hidden behind his robes, though.
"I'm up and he's yours." Simeon spat defensively.
"Boy, I will ask you one more time. Who are you?"
"Do you think we should tell them who we are, Specey?"
"That is fucking it! Spec was alright, Siri was pushing it, but say Specey one more time and your ass is grass." Sirius growled.
"Spec, the peeps are giving us weird looks." Simeon said brightly. "Hi all! Where are we? You don't sound normal, almost English."
"You're in Scotland, of course we sound British." The adult said dryly.
"And we jolly well knew that good chap!" Sirius said sarcastically in a perfect British accent. He rolled his eyes to add effect.
"Stupify!" The man shouted. It just hit Sirius and he stood there looking at him curiously. Suddenly he couldn't breath and his air way closed. His eyes rolled back into his head.
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nice to know i'm luved! (pout) well, plureez reveiw? ~C-Bear
American Magician
Chapter 1:
Last time:
That the child would be placed in an orphanage. The only way the birth date could be figured was by the date, 7-31-81, on the bottom of his tiny socks. When asked, his name, the child would only reply with a "Siwius Hawy,". The only name able to be given, Sirius Harold. He was given the woman that found him's last name of Johnson.
******************************
fourteen years later
"Spec!" Simeon yelled. Sirius' head shot up. When he was eight, his teacher said that there was something spectacular about his eyes. He didn't know what the word meant, but Simeon thought it would be great to call him Spec.
The once black haired, green eyed baby had turned into a handsome fifteen year old with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. He grinned at his blond friend and shook his head. "What do you want Simeon?" He called. "You know I'll get a whuppin' if I don't finish this!" He finished.
"There is a couple that wants to see you!" Black eyebrows shot up past his ruffled fringe.
"You sure?"
"No, I'm only saying that! Of course I'm sure! Now get out here!" Sirius stood quickly and jogged to where Simeon stood. "You better move your ass, they don't look too patient." Sirius nodded and rounded the corner. A light brunette man stood by a blond woman, both with brown eyes. The woman grinned.
"John, look at him, he'll be perfect!" She squealed shrilly.
"We'll take him. You want him back in a month, right?" John asked the orphanage owner, Mr. Williams.
"Yes, that will be fine. It will be fifty dollars a day, just so that you know." He warned. Sirius' jaw dropped.
"What's going on?" He demanded.
"They are buying you to carry their bags and at as their son while they are away." Mr. Williams sneered. "If I hear anything, anything at all, you'll be thrashed like never before." He said the warning so that only Sirius could hear. He nodded quickly. "Now go to your room. They will pick you up tomorrow."
Sirius left as quickly as possible and ran into Simeon on the other side of the door and they both fell. "Can he do that?" He asked.
"I don't think so." Simeon offered. "Can you get off?" He asked. Sirius was about to comply when a vision flashed through his mind. A castle full of students. He shut his eyes and shook his head roughly to clear his mind. "Spec? Where are we?"
Sirius rolled off and found a whole group of people starring at them. "Simeon, what's going on?" Sirius asked.
"I don't know. There's a grip of people. Now Spec, I know you're my friend and all but GET THE FUCK OFF ME!"
"Who are you two?" The man at the front asked. He had short messy black hair, blue eyes, and a slightly muscular build. He was hidden behind his robes, though.
"I'm up and he's yours." Simeon spat defensively.
"Boy, I will ask you one more time. Who are you?"
"Do you think we should tell them who we are, Specey?"
"That is fucking it! Spec was alright, Siri was pushing it, but say Specey one more time and your ass is grass." Sirius growled.
"Spec, the peeps are giving us weird looks." Simeon said brightly. "Hi all! Where are we? You don't sound normal, almost English."
"You're in Scotland, of course we sound British." The adult said dryly.
"And we jolly well knew that good chap!" Sirius said sarcastically in a perfect British accent. He rolled his eyes to add effect.
"Stupify!" The man shouted. It just hit Sirius and he stood there looking at him curiously. Suddenly he couldn't breath and his air way closed. His eyes rolled back into his head.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
nice to know i'm luved! (pout) well, plureez reveiw? ~C-Bear