This fanfic isn't about harry, but it is about hogwarts, or will be, and for knowledge of this fanfic the HP books don't exist
It's 5am on a Wednesday morning in the middle of July, while most normal people are asleep in their beds, Matthew Robbins is not. He sits atop the roof of his house in the Appalachain Mountains. Then again, Matthew has never been normal. He's looking for somthing in the sunrise, he doesn't know what, but he can't take his eyes off it. Matthew does this every morning, he doesn't know why, but he feels that he is drawn to do it, just like he has been for the 14 years he's been able to walk.
He figures that it is just somthing that he does, he doesn't know why. He knows it's not normal, but he knows he's not normal, while the rest of the boys are out playing sports, he sits inside thinking. He doesn't think because he's unhappy, in fact, he's very happy. His parents go out of their way to make him happy, he can have anything he wants. He is only 15, but he already has two cars. It seems sometimes as though they are making up for somthing, for somthing they aren't giving him.
Matthew doesn't have many friends, not because he's unpopular, he just finds normal people uninteresting. His true friends lie in books, books of fantasy, where he can escape to a world of dragons, elves, ogres, and his favorite of all, wizards. He is a regular at his local library, he has checked out almost every fantasy book on their racks.
But today, as everyother day, he sits on his roof, staring at the sunrise that always just stares back.
He racks his brain about why he is the way he is, why he is so different. What sets him apart. He is normal looking, fairly athletic, even though he doesn't play many sports, but there is somthing different, somting special. But what it is he can't decide.
He has no idea that all the mysteries are about to be answered.
He gazes into the sky, and just as he is about to go back inside, he sees somthing moving on the horizon. Its a bird's wings, flapping, flying tword him.
Then he hears the hoot of a owl, which grows as the bird draws nearer. He can't believe it, usually owls only show up at night. It flys tword him, on a direct course as though he were a target, but he can't be, owls don't do that. But the owl keeps coming closer and closer till it lands next to him. He sees there is somthing tied to his leg, so he reaches down to untie it, but strangely, the owl doesn't pull away.
He unties it, and realizes it's a letter, why is there a letter attatched to this owl's leg?
He flips it over and is surprised that it is addressed to him, not to his house, to his position.
Matthew Robbins
The Roof
3254 Virginia Rd.
Montreat North Carolina
How can this be, who could be watching him, how do they know where he is. After much deliberation, he decides to open it, he reads it and his eyes open wide. I am different, he thinks, I am special.
end chapter one