You know, when you’re the heir to the throne of a long dead Camelot and one of the last remnants of a dying magical world, it’s almost an insult that nothing tried to kill you before you turned fourteen. Okay, that was a bit of a mouthful. Let’s start with something a little easier to swallow—everything started after my Mother went to fight a dragon down in the marketplace. Wait… __ __ __ “Peter!” Father had shouted, “Peter, wake up!” “I’m up, I’m up,” I murmured. I sprawled out of bed and grabbed the first fistful of clothes from the pile on my floor. I snatched up my travelsack, arithmetic some spare sheets of arithmetic notes, Excalibur, and shoved them all into the travelsack. Yes, it’s the actual sword. Yes, it fits in the pack. It used to be a sheath, but times change. They’re both magical. Try not to think about it). Father was waiting for me at the bottom of the stone stairs. Arms crossed and brow creased. Before he could say anything, I asked, “Where’s Mother?” His eyebrows shot up. “What?” “Mother’s the one who usually does the scolding, right?” I dashed downstairs and grabbed my leather shoes. “She left at in the morning. Something about a dragon down in the marketplace.” “Why couldn’t she take me?” Father looked at me as if he were imagining how I’d look roasted by dragonfire. “You have to be ready for your classes at the university, Peter. Do you have everything?” “Yes.” “Excalibur in your bag?” “Yep.” “Enchanted laundry?” “Yep.” “Parchment? Ink and
“Thank you for coming on such short notice, Father.” a weary voice said as the door opened. He had thinning grey hair, a scruffy beard, and looked downright distraught.
*Slam*. The door shuts. The room was silent, you could hear a pin drop. Leah left and I heard the car start up. We’ve never gotten in a fight like this. Tears started streaming down my face. The tears started streaming down my face harder and harder by the second. AGHHHHH I screamed. I slowly got up from the table the chair squeaking making the same sound it made when Leah left. WOOSH. I think that was the fastest I’ve EVER turned around. I saw a small shadow. Nobody else was home. but there was still a shadow? I walked around the corner…nothing. I ran upstairs and WOOSH again. I checked my bedroom and Leah’s bedroom. There was nothing in there.
“ Keep walking. I think we can walk faster now, but don't make any noise.” Whispered the father.
“Okay, do you have everything?” My mother seemed to ask me for the tenth time within five minutes. I rolled my eyes and nodded at the older woman.
“I told you to clean this shit up, boy. What would your Mom say, when she comes home and the house is a mess. And it’s your fault. Yes it is.” Dad said. He sat back down at the table, eyes glaring at Charles.
“Just on time. I will grab the door. Go change into some nice clothes and clean up your wound some more” demanded Embers mother.
“I always meant to, but now that you’re going to Hogwarts, your brother will become envious,” she cackled. Sirius. Regulus felt his eyes moisten slightly, so he turned away and nodded smoothly. Exiting the room, he felt the weight of the ring suddenly becoming a thousand times heavier.
“UGH!!! Dad that’s not important now!!” I said as I grabbed my coat and ran up the stairs.
I crept inside and wandered down a bright hallway. To my amazement there at the end of the hallway was the largest nursery I had ever seen, filled with dragon food and dragon diapers and a fully equipped fire extinguisher. In the far corner there lay a bright orange egg inside a sweltering hot incubator. I carefully turned the heat down and lifted the lid. Next I took out the egg. I gently placed the egg in my satchel and anxiously sprinted back to my house.
Mrs.Chipley and Sally are at the front door soaking wet the moon was so close I felt like I could touch it. We knocked on the door someone was opening the door.
“Christoph! What did I say about slamming that door sweetie?” His mother called from the kitchen.
“Well, you have to pack up because you are going to your mom’s house.” Dad replied.
My father’s voice was stern and authoritative. He rarely spoke to me using that tone, so I knew he meant business; I nodded my head and put my jacket on as I followed him out the door.
“MOLLY, MOLLY!” Molly smirked knowing this abuse wouldn't last long, she turned in her chair and faced Sydney.
I looked around the dim room. Only some candles were the source of light in this dusky room. Suddenly, I saw my parents mumbling some kind of words under their mouth. I soon came to a realization that they were performing of kind of magic. I ran out of there as fast as my little legs could carry me. “My parents are witches and wizards, my parents are witches and wizards, my parents are witches and wizards,” I mumbled over and over again as I ran out of the passageway. Managing to open the door, I started to pack my things. I figured that I could stay at my friend’s house while I figure everything out. I was a scared bunny on the loose.