A new life

[Sacred Guardian]

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

[June]

Errr... I don't mean the offend,12321... but why is this fic posted here? This is a discussion forum, not a fanfic corner. Wouldn't it be more appropriate if this is sent to a fanfic website instead?

[Sacred Guardian]

wow, sorry, yeah, i don't know what the heck i was thinking, i know it goes in the fanfic section, seeing as how i moderate there, i guess that i just got confused, oh well, will someone please move this to the fanfic section, again i'm sorry, i don't know what i was doing

[Meg Boyd]

Is there more, please tell me there is more...this is pretty good...I like where this is going...

[Sacred Guardian]

yeah, i'll write some more later on tonight, i'm kinda tired right now

[Sacred Guardian]

Chapter 2

With urgency he tears the letter open, it's not written on normal paper, not typed, it's written on parchment, in very neat cursive in black ink.
He starts to read:

Matthew Robbins,
It is our great pleasure, and deep regret to inform you of somthing long hidden from you. 14 years ago, when you were but a baby, you were taken by the people you have come to call your parents, who are actually your aunt and uncle, from your true parents, Johnathan and Mara Robbins.
You were taken for a reason, your aunt uncle, Timothy Robbins, was the youngest son of the Robbins family, a renowed family of wizards in England, yet, he was unable to perform magic, commonly called a squib. But your true father and mother are great wizards who helped myself, and many others in the defeat of Lord Voldemort, the most feared and dangerous wizard of the age.
After Voldemorts fall, a time of great peace occured for a year, and then things started to go awry again. A new evil power had emerged, his name being Harry Potter, the one who struck the finishing blow to Voldemort.
You see, when Harry Potter was just a baby, his family was attacked by Voldemort and all killed except Harry, for a curse that would have killed him, rebounded on to Voldemort himself, severly weakening him. Through the years, Voldemort regained strength, and eventually started a second rain of terror, of which, myself, Harry Potter, your parents and many others resisted. But when the final blow from Harry Potter finished Voldemort, his power, and evilness transfered into Harry, thus, making him the incarnation, which I now see was Voldemort's original plan.
But at the news of this, your uncle and his wife knew you were not safe, but your father would not concede to let you be hidden while he and your mother faught Potter. So one night, they snuck into your father's house and kidnapped you, and now you have been found.
I, Albus Dumbledore, am the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy in England, the finest wizarding school in the world. Unfortunatly, most students start at Hogwarts when they are 11, and you being 15 would be far older than your classmates, but, that does not mean you cannot learn, for I myself will teach you, and in one year, you will learn the stuff needed for five years, through a method i have devised, and will then take your OWLS, or Ordinary Wizarding Levels, the standard test taken by all fifth years, and then will continue with your class in 6th year.
You will depart for the school on September 1st, at 11 o'clock, from Kings Cross Station, Platform 9 3/4, London. A member of the Ministry of Magic will arrive at your house today to pick you up, and bring you to England, where your Mother awaits you. And please, don't lite a fire today.
Albus Dumbledore

Matthew read the letter again, he tried to make sense of it, but couldn't, he didn't understand what a squib was, who Harry Potter was, what the Ministry of Magic was, or how there could be a platform 9 3/4, but he didn't care. He was a wizard, he was going to live his dream. But he still had a score to settle with his "parents" so he went down to the kitchen to wait.

[Meg Boyd]

who...really interesting...especially the Harry=Evilness....cool...keep plugging at it!

[Sacred Guardian]

thanks, i'll try to, school is starting and these take a while to write because i just write them by ear

[Meg Boyd]

I know how that can be with school starting and all, I start on wednesday and I also have a fan fic i wish i could be writing but I have other things to do!