Legacy Rewritten

Legacy

Hello, my name is Ren Sirius Potter, and this is my story.

I was born pretty well off, always getting what I wanted and still...never feeling fulfilled by that which I had. It was as if something was missing, as if I was lacking something...a foreign concept maybe, a piece of my own story, who knows at this point. All I knew was that I was different from those I went to school with. Because of that simple fact, in addition to envious students with a different background than mine (and/or those who simply lacked in knowledgeable prowess), they'd pick on me, trying to provoke me into submission that would validate the stereotypes I had been given. They assumed I was snobby, stuck up, that there was no trace of kindness or compassion within me just because I had been pretty lucky in regard to financial lifestyle. No one knew what I actually faced on the daily basis...and no one would ever know. 

I would often allow them to bully me, unfazed by their attempts and knowing that I didn't need to prove my compassions to them. But, and I'd never admit this to them, it did leave me feeling quite lonely in a sea of student peers, only truly seen by my brother who held the same fate I did in regard to his friendship status. It carried on like this, me wondering why they'd chosen me out of thousands to pick on, for the longest time...at least until I started noticing some odd things starting to happen around me causing people to look at me as if I'd gone crazy. Things would start to randomly float all around me; I could see a luminescent glow in delicate swirls of blue every now and again, vanishing just as quick as they'd appear. But the oddest thing I encountered? Suddenly, Zander had the ability to talk to snakes.

And it wasn't just hearing their hissing and trying his best to dictate what they actually were "saying"; it was more like actual words, as if he was having a conversation with a friend. I could feel some sort of unexplainable strength beginning to bubble up within me, and just as quick as it would arise, it would be gone before I could truly meditate on the meaning(s) behind it. I went to my mom and told her all that I was beginning to experience, but she didn't believe me. In fact, as soon as I'd finished telling her, she went immediately to my father and repeated what I had said, causing the both of them to burst out into laughter at the mere thought of my words being true. And this was a daily occurrence of disbelief, at least until Zander started saying the same things as he noticed similar things around him. He couldn't see the swirls of blue that I could, but he still felt strength building up, strength that couldn't be explained. 

Now our parents seemed curious; they began talking with their friends, but all they received were statements of "no way", laughter, and pure looks of disbelief and amusement, as if they told the best joke anyone had ever heard. It was, simply, swept beneath the rug.

August 21st

"Mom, you'll never believe it! When I woke up this morning, my pillows were floating above my head!" Zander shouted as he came running down the stairs, an expression of shock clearly written across his face. "And look," he said as a flash of blue flew from his fingertips and suddenly, a bowl flew off of the shelf, hovered, then fell into his hands as he lowered his arms; "I can move objects without actually touching them! Isn't that fantastic?" My jaw dropped, but our parents simply rolled their eyes, clearly unamused by his 'big news'. They proceeded to pretend as if they hadn't seen a thing he had just done, almost going about their day with whatever task they had been doing before Zander had interrupted them. My attention, however, was strictly on Zander. I was mildly amused and slightly concerned with how our parents had reacted to his news, wondering why they weren't as bewildered as most parents would be. 

I had enough at this point. "Mom, why would you ignore him like that? Something is clearly happening to him, to us, and you both are acting as if everything is 'peachy keen', nothing to worry (or wonder) about," I shouted, suddenly furious at my parents' display of boredom with what my brother had just done. "Now, you listen here young lady, I -" she began to say, right before she was cut off from the front door flying off of its hinges. I had done it, but all I could feel was my body trembling with a rage I couldn't explain as I stared down my mother and father with an incredulous look on my face. My fists were clenched so hard that my hand and wrists had turned white. My father took a step forward right as Zander took ahold of my shoulders, gently calming me down a little so that the trembling began to cease. Soon enough, it was just him and I standing there, watching our parents with both of our fists clenched in disbelief at their words.

Unbeknownst to me, the blue sky outside had turned to a murky grey color, rain dropping in sheets from the angry looking sky. What I hadn't realized was that my strong change of emotion had changed the weather as well. "What is happening to us? How did I cause the weather to change suddenly?" I questioned my parents, but they both proceeded to stare at the two of us with emotionless faces. My father took a menacing step closer to me, causing my brother to firmly grip my shoulders as he pulled me to stand behind him, squaring his shoulders more, trying to look as intimidating as he could to protect me. At my brother's movements, a look of unexplainable emotion flashed across our dad's face before it darkened to a grimmer expression, our mother's doing the same. Then, just as quickly, sly grins appeared on both of their faces, causing a shiver of ice-cold fear to run down my back. Zander and I flashed each other a look of confusion, just before a flash of red energy shot at us, sending us flying into the wall behind us. Once we regained our footing, we quickly moved about 5 feet away at least, right before Zander shoved me out the broken door, him hot on my trail as we bolted out into the rainy night. We knew running was our only option at this point, having no explanation of what had happened; we only knew that we needed to get as far away from that house as we could get in order to regroup and even take a moment to process that our parents were, seemingly, trying to kill us all of a sudden.

I don't remember how fast we ran, what direction, or even if our parents had chased after us...all I knew was that the quicker we ran, the more distance we'd be putting between ourselves and our deranged parents. We dared to glance behind us when we deemed we had put a lot of space behind us, and we were relieved to see that they were not in sight. After taking a couple deep breaths, we realized we'd run all the way to a train station. Zander, being as sneaky as he could be, developed an idea that entailed sneaking onto the train in order to put even more distance between our old home and us. Once we were safely in a storage car, I let out a small laugh, more-so because we knew we'd gotten away safely and I was just very overwhelmed emotionally. We ended up taking a quick nap on the train car floor afterwards. I didn't sleep much, maybe a brief nap here and there, but I did end up spending a lot of that time crying in my brother's arms, wondering what we'd missed, why we couldn't see how deranged our parents had been all of this time. After all, what kind of sane parents would attempt to kill their children? All I knew was that I was happy to have my brother by my side, yet still entirely beside myself to have seen such aggressive behavior come from our loved ones. 

After a few stops, we proceeded to sneak off of the train and found ourselves near an empty building, much smaller than any house I'd ever seen. We knocked on the door and received no answer, so we ended up walking around the house to see if there were any other ways inside. We managed to unlock a tinier building outside and found a corner inside of it where the two of us would fit comfortably; we waited until there would be enough daylight outside to ask someone and/or find out where we had ended up. Zander, being the protective older brother, refused to leave my side. In a much shorter time than I thought, the door was thrown open to reveal an older looking man with grey hair and a kind face. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Some stowaways, eh? Who might you two be?" the man asked us, looking both amused and still, genuinely concerned at the sight of two young kids hiding in his shed. Deciding to speak up, I replied, "I'm Ren and this is my older brother, Zander Remus Potter." I held out my hand in greeting but was unsurprised when my brother suddenly stood up and took the strangers hand, gently pushing away my outstretched hand. 'Always the protective brother,' I mumbled to myself, shaking my head slightly with a small, amused smile gracing my lips. "Well, it's nice to meet you two; my name is Eleazar Fig, and I'm a professor at Hogwarts," the man said. He frowned a little at our confused expressions. Our confused expressions only deepened as he proceeded to say, "I've actually been expecting you two for some time now."