Chapter Eleven

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*Author's Note: Thanks to vienvenizemoogufxxSOFIAxx12EllyzPeralta, and Ruby42383 for voting and/or adding this story to your reading list! I tried another point of view (basically 3rd POV) for Chapter Eleven.


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 WICKED Children's Home was sinister. The name was even more ominous. The children there had a similarity. They woke up in the place without their memories, only knowing their first name. The personnel insisted that they have rescued the children from severe injuries or lost their memory due to shock.

 However, the children were smart. They knew they were there without their will. Once they grew up, they attempted to escape, do rebellious acts and much more. But they had to learn the lessons the hard way - punishment.

 The punishment was not things like writing the exact words repeatedly or writing a thousand-word essay about what they did wrong as most people did in schools. It was slapping, hitting, and sometimes weird phenomena which could not be explained.


 In WICKED, there were two big dormitories divided into small rooms. One was Group A, and the other was Group B. Group A only consisted of boys; Group B only consisted of girls. And there were the separated dormitories. Four children got to use their own room: Teresa, Thomas, Aris, and Rachel. No one knew the reason why.

 The children did not go to schools, but teachers taught them inside the facility. The fact is that the children were rarely allowed outside. Only once or twice a month. Anyone would consider this child abuse and crime, but nobody could do anything because the children were not allowed to use telephones. Actually, there were no telephones to be seen. The place was like a fortress.


 The year of 1991, letters from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were delivered to three children at the age of eleven. WICKED was afraid of this; at first, they refrained the children from reading those letters. But the owls kept coming, and eventually, they had to let the children go.

 And that's how everything started.

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