Sorry for the long time taken to update, but heck, with the number of reviews i get, i can't see why anyone would get mad considering no one even appreciates this enough to leave anything, yeah? I know, quite bitter of me, really, but it's not as though it's without reason. Anyways, dear reader, please be more considerate of this author's feelings and leave a review, hell, even one that's telling me I'm piss at writing's better than nothing. So yeah. Now that I've had my rant, read on~
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The day was yet to start, and the sun was not set to rise up from the horizon for another hour, and in the Kaulitz-Trumper household, three young boys could be seen in their respective beds, each sprawled in a completely different position from the other, each carrying features unlike that of the boy beside them.
A raven nest stuck out haphazardly from within a wild clump of gray and green comforters. A tan arm stuck out from beneath it in an awkward angle, dangling precariously off the low bed, fingers barely brushing the cold, hardwood floor of the bedroom. On another bed, equally dark hair, much tamer than the first, covered a pale face in strands, a black and red comforter thrown over the willowy figure as long fingers grasped the edges of the blanket tightly, as though the fear of cold still haunted the sleeping figure, even in his sleep. On the third bed, the lithe, willowy figure of a young boy was sprawled all over the bed, a white and blue striped blanket covered his lower half in a careless manner, his arms spread out to his sides, his pale face framed by dark blonde dreadlocks, some covering his chest, the rest fanned out behind him. All three young men slept, blissfully unaware of the ticking alarm clock that was to set off in five, four, three... two...
One. RIIINNGG!! The incessant noise of the contraption pierced through the sleep-filled bedroom and soon, various groans of discontentment came from the three figures. The raven snuck a hand out from beneath the covers and managed to take hold of the blasted piece of technology and threw it across the room, effectively stopping the ringing and at the same time, destroying the timepiece. Various amounts of shuffling from each boy was heard before all finally deemed it time to get up.
"Wha time's it?" His voice groggy from sleep, Harry stretched himself out, he blinked the sleep out of his verdant orbs and looked to his brothers to see that they were both in a similar state. Tom was hunched up, still unwilling to fully let go of sleep and merely answered his question with a grunt. His dreadlocks were carelessly pulled together and tied up into a messy bun and soon enough, his thin frame was covered by an enormously baggy white wife beater.
"Ugh. Morning you two..." A small yawn escaped Bill's mouth as he stretched his arms out over his head, letting out all the kinks a night in bed had caused him. He looked at what was left of their alarm clock and mentally made a note to buy a new one, the current one, he concluded with a hint of amused regret, would have to be added to the already large pile of broken alarm clocks that they've already procured thanks to Harry's not-so-kindly reaction towards them. His brother was definitely not a morning person.
Seeing what his brother did, Tom teased him automatically, a subconscious reaction to his brother's antics. "Harry, you prick, you broke another one again." He deftly picked up the broken piece of technology and threw it in the trash bin before walking up to the others in the room and cuffing Harry on the back of his skull. Ducking from a pillow aimed at his head in retaliation, he quickly got out of their room, chuckling quietly to himself the whole way as he walked down to the kitchen, still devoid of any enticing aromas from food as it was too early for their mother to be awake and cook for them.
It was only three in the morning and despite the absurdity of the hour and their lack of enthusiasm only a few moments earlier, the three boys were now wide awake and ready to start their training. They snuck out to their backyard towards the tree house that they had constructed with Gordon three years ago and climbed up the thick oak quickly, their hands and feet more than used to gripping on the appropriate nooks and crannies that would allow them a steady climb upwards.
It was nothing fancy, merely a few thick boards of wood pieced together around the trunk of the oak and held up by the branches, but it was the closest thing they had to privacy from their parents. The whole reason behind their need to wake up so early in the morning and hole up in their tree house was for this. To practice their magic.
Harry muttered a spell lightly under his breath and immediately, the simple walls of plywood covered in posters transformed into planks of smooth, light teak. The uneven floor beneath them changed into polished hardwood flooring and the room in general expanded in size, what used to be old cardboard boxes transformed into lined shelves of books and the throw pillows that they used as seats changed into stools and beanbags. Their hideout was all set.
In the middle of the room, the thick trunk of the oak tree still rested, supporting the whole structure just as it had before the glamour charm had been taken off. Now, the walls and floor blended with the tree itself, the ceiling, constructed of various pieces of coloured glass, gave off a soft glow, with the left wall lined up with mirrors, making the room seem more spacious than it actually was. A few low tables and various seats littered the room tastefully with a few choice carpets covering the floor in certain areas. The entire right wall served as an enormous window, reaching from just a foot from the floor up to the ceiling, providing a clear view of both their house, and the ravine behind it. The other two walls were lined with bookshelves and drawers, where they kept their various trinkets, and finally, the entrance, an inconspicuous hole in the floor near the trunk was fenced off subtly by raised branches.
Bill stretched out his arms as he reveled in the space just as Tom and Harry plopped themselves down on different seats. Raising an eyebrow at the other boys in the room and not wanting to waste any more time than was necessary, Bill walked over to one of the tables where the book that they had been working on for the past week lay at the top of a precarious pile of other tomes. The three of them were working on learning spells from books that they had found as it was the summer holidays and since the three boys were already more than ahead of their peers when it came to their academics, thus being homeschooled, they had decided that learning up on a new field of study would be beneficial to them.
It had been five years since the twins had first met harry and had their family adopt him, and in a few months' time, those five years would turn into six. Harry would be turning eleven soon and the three of them shared mixed feelings about it. Simone and Gordon weren't aware of Harry's "abilities", the incident where their mother had first seen Harry in an alleyway already buried beneath the memories of happier times and so, his feat showing off his green aura was forgotten by her but not the twins. The twins knew about Harry's magic. They knew EVERYTHING about Harry. Without Harry, they would be incomplete still, and in their minds, life without him was unimaginable.
The three boys spent their day practicing transfiguration on chips of wood. The one that seemed to have the most success other than Harry was Tom, who seemed to have a knack for changing the composition of items while Bill had stuck close to charms, his spellwork equal to that of a third year student at Hogwarts. They were learning, they were together, and they were happy. They carried on with their lives in their comfortable home in Magdeburg, blissfully unaware of how much things would be changing for the three of them in the next few weeks.
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An owl flew out in the night sky, its dark ebony wings enabled it to hide from the prying eyes of curious bystanders. He had a mission, and that was to deliver the letter he carried to someone that lived in the outskirts of London. His owner, after years of having gone missing, was finally back, and he was beyond furious at the way things in his estate were coming along. The owl remembered how despite the fact that time was not kind to his master, his eyes and aura were still the same. He was still the master of the house, and as the favourite familiar, it was his task to do the master's bidding, this time around, it was to get his master's message to the unsuspecting lycan as soon as he can. After all, the full moon was drawing near, and his poor master really couldn't be bothered with having to entertain an irate werewolf. With this thought in mind, the owl flapped his wings harder, and flew up higher. He was an owl with a mission, and failure to meet expectations would be a snowball's chance in hell.
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Early morning and Bill and Tom were giggling at each other softly. Harry was out like a light and was in a deep sleep. It was the thirty-first of July and the twins were preparing to surprise their brother. Slowly, ever so slowly, Tom pulled down the blankets that covered Harry's frame. Bill, quick to follow his brother, slowly set up the strings that they had connected to ice-cold buckets of water that they had charmed to stay up in mid-air, directly above poor Harry's bed. The now eleven year old boy stayed blissfully unaware of the maniacal glint that shone in the eyes of his brothers as they continued to work around him, setting up as many little traps as possible for when he woke up.
It was an unspoken tradition to them already; birthdays have always been started off with full-blown pranks which were quickly replaced with anything the birthday person wanted as soon as the prank was over. Last, year, Harry had managed to get them with a few cans of washable hair dye, a garishly bright purple for Bill and neon pink and fluorescent green for Tom. Poor Tom was traumatized and Simone almost managed to convince him to shave his head. The scissors were literally inches from his beloved dreads before both Simone and Harry declared it all to be a prank. Despite the fact that Tom was still sore about the issue, both twins quickly forgave their brother and mother in favour of enjoying their special day. Now, it was Harry's turn, and if the wild grins that both boys carried were any indication, Harry's prank last year is surely going to be blown away by this one....
Just as Bill finished tying up the last string beneath Harry's finger, said raven groaned as his system finally began to awaken. Sharing a mischievous look, both Tom and Bill quickly crept out of the room and stood framing the doorway to see how their prank would play out. As though in slow motion, Harry began to stretch out his arms and legs and the thin strings that riddled his general area tensed as he moved. Just as he was about to sit up, the strings broke, and four buckets of cold water tipped over his prone form simultaneously, the only warning he received was the sound of sloshing water before looking up and getting drenched.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" The indignant shriek that came from the second floor of the Kaulitz-Trumper household left many people wondering, and two twins writhing on the floor with uncontrollable laughter. Tom tried his best to stop laughing but the face that his dear brother pulled as he got soaked with icy water was priceless, and so, he succumbed to another bout of insane giggles. Bill was no better and was clutching hard unto the doorframe, trying to right himself up before Harry recovered and killed them. He glanced up to look into the room only to find it empty, a great puddle surrounded Harry's bed but otherwise, there was no trace of Harry to be seen. A foreboding chill crept up the twin's spines as they slowly turned around to find a soaking wet Harry, with a suspecting glint in his emerald eyes. Slowly, his sweetly boyish face broke into a conniving grin and soon enough, twin shrieks of surprise were once again heard from the second floor of the Kaulitz-Trumper household. Simone, puttering about in the kitchen, had to stifle a chuckle of her own as she heard her children's antics. In that moment, she wished she had a camcorder to record the event seeing as Gordon was away on business, and the memory that he was missing was more than priceless.
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Time lapse, merely a filler. I've no beta anymore so forgive the errors. If it irks you guys that much, then tell me what's wrong and i'll fix it.