James Potter and the Spell Caster

Chapter 1

I glanced out my window sadly. Another interview gone wrong. I was 14 now and I knew that it would become much, much harder for me to be adopted and being one of the oldest in the orphanage didn’t help. All foster parents wanted a cute kid, usually blonde or under ten years old. Sure when I was under ten years I had been to a couple of families, but they eventually sent me back. I was never sure why, was it because whenever I was around bad things happened? Or was it because of the way wild animals always appeared nearby and I liked to pet them. Snakes especially. I didn’t know why, but I loved how elegant they were, and the way they whispered to me. All of the animals whispered to me, but snakes liked me the most, and I liked them in return.

I looked around my dull grey room. I was sitting in a chair at the desk in my room, my bed next to me. A couple of books sat on my bookshelf and a single picture was on my wall. It was of a woman with long black lock and strong cheek bones; she also had tight, thin lips. In her arms she held a baby. My Mother and I when I was just born, the year was 2003. I looked down at the memory I was writing as a story.

The black haired woman looked down at the child, her face tight and, slightly, disgusted.

“I’m sorry dear, but mummy must go now, but stay alive, one day we’ll come back and you can help us get your daddy back okay?” She sneered standing up and turning to the man behind her. He had white hair and deep set eyes.

“Come on Lucius, let’s go, his will has been fulfilled. When she is older…” The woman’s voice drifted off as she and man walked away.

My Mother always disgusted with me, and that man, Lucius. Who was he? I never could work out what my Mother’s words meant. I didn’t even know her name!

“AVRIL!!!” Screamed a voice just outside my door, which suddenly burst open. Annabeth walked in with her honey hair chopped at odd lengths.

 “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!?!?” She screamed again, I looked at her with wide eyes. “WHY WOULD ANYONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND TIE ANOTHER PERSONS HAIR TO THE BED!?!?!?”

Wow, nice prank, but I don’t appreciate it being blamed on me, I thought.

“Annabeth it wasn’t me. It was probably one of the little ones.” I said ignoring her ranting and turning back to my book.

“Annabeth, darling, calm down!” Charlotte, our matron, said coming in. “Relax dear, you know what, tomorrow we can go in town and get you a proper haircut and even it out, and we’ll even get you some new clothes.”

“NO!!!” Annabeth screamed pointing at me. “I WANT HER TO PAY!!!”

“And how would you suggest we punish her?” Charlotte asked defeated.

I grimaced when I saw a smirk slid onto Annabeth’s face. Her eyes glistened with evilness and I slumped in my chair.

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The next day I was tugging at my hair nervously. Annabeth’s revenge involved me getting a haircut to match hers… right then and there. So now I’ve got this uneven light brown hair that sat up to the bottom of my shoulder blades and we walked into a hair salon. One look from the hair dresses and both Annabeth and I were in seats and having out hair played with.

“So, how would you like your hair? Maybe a different colour? Or layered?” The hair dresser asked playing with my hair and pulling at it lightly.

I frowned and thought. Then I smiled grabbing out my phone and showing a picture to her. The lady smiled and nodded.

“Spiffy!” She said setting to work.

Twenty minutes later Charlotte paid for the cuts and we walked out. I felt a fluttery feeling of excitement in my stomach. I glanced at Annabeth who also liked her new haircut. Her hair was now permanently curled and her new bangs were set to the right. I loved my new hair, I had gotten a set of bangs which went across my face to the left, and my hair was now swept to the left over my shoulder. My hair was finished first so the lady decided to show me a couple of different ways to have it. My favourite was having it in a fishtail over my shoulder. The best part, that Charlotte didn’t approve of, was that the tips of my bangs and a streak of the rest of my hair had been dyed blue.