ABANDONED || Me and my Evil Cousin

XII - Wool's Again

We got out of the car, and went back in front of the dirty, grey melanchonic walls of the orphanage again. I sighed - I was about to endure another six long weeks of not being to use magic.

This place was seriously the polar opposite of Hogwarts. Instead of huge grounds, there was a small yard with barely any grass at all. Instead of banquets in the Great Hall every day, there was barely any decent food to eat at all. Instead of lavish common rooms and comfy beds to go to sleep in there were old sofas and 'beds' which you could barely call beds, with uncomfortable thin mattresses. Instead of having lots of people to talk to, there were lots of people to share your sadness with.

I just felt so much loneliness. The other kids here obviously didn't know where me and Tom went in term time, but I knew they knew we were special. Most of them stayed away from Tom, however. He had a bit of a creepy, dark reputation, well, because of the things he did before we went to Hogwarts. Even though he can't do magic here, people are still frightened of him.

To be honest, I wouldn't call myself a wimp - but I am starting to be frightened of him a bit now. Yes, he's acting like a perfect student, but I've known him since we were toddlers - longer than anyone else at Hogwarts. I know he wouldn't just do lots of evil things in his childhood and then leave it at that the moment he starts school. He must be planning something. And since he is so talented, this thing could really be big - and very bad.

We barely did anything in the summer apart from go on a few short trips and just stay at home. The temperatures had soared up again and there was barely any water coming out of the taps.. I had the strongest urge to pull out my unused wand from my trunk, which had been at the back of my wardrobe for days, and shout 'Aguamenti' but I knew I couldnt.

The only real company I had were the kids in the orphanage and we didn't really have anything to talk about to each other. Even though they were there with me I considered myself lonely.

The months I had left until I could go back to school turned into weeks, and those weeks turned into the days. The heat was finally cooling down, and so was the sadness.

Fourth year.

I'd already reached my fourth year at Hogwarts? What a thought.

Soon, I finally got to go back. I got to go back on the Hogwarts express, I got to see my friends, and have another start of term feast. This was all so fun, and I was so so glad to be back, little did I know that things were going to get worse and worse, from this point forward.