Eldon sat at the kitchen table.
"Okay son! Want some flap jacks?" His mother asked.
"ELDON DOESN'T DESERVE FLAP JACKS." His father yells.
Eldon was sad. He was only two and his favourite food was flap jacks.
[9 years later]
I walk into the living room with a hand full of mail. But before I hand them to my father, I notice a letter addressed to Eldon Potter. That's me. I pass the other four letters to my father and walk into the kitchen with mine. I tear the envelope open, about to take the letter out of it, when my father snatches the letter from my hands.
"What are you doing? That's mine!" I say.
"Eldon potter you're eleven years old! Since when do you get mail?! Never. This is for me, and you know it. And don't talk back to me, do you hear me?!" He demands.
I take a step back. My father was never really my father. He was just a strict old man, mean as hell to me. I am his son, but he still doesn't care. My mother was the only one who really cared, and since I'm homeschooled I never had any friends. But now that my mother is gone...all I have is my father. But he doesn't give a crap about me and never will. The thing is, when I was just a baby I remember flashes of him hugging me, playing with me, rocking me to sleep, all that. But now, he's different. I'm not even sure it's the same man. Someone can't change completely like that that fast, can they? No. They can't. Especially to their own son. And own wife. The mother of his son, and the son of his wife. And he didn't care. He just did it, and now it's gone. And I'm the only one left that's still here. So I'm pretty much just a slave. A slave. To my own father. In my own house. But it's not the truth. I know I did something to deserve this. I just don't know what.
"Postal services, how may I help you, young man?"
"I'm looking for someone. Have you seen my father?" I ask. We came into London looking for something. I don't know what, he wouldn't tell me. And now I can't find him. He told me to wait in a spot by a tree, but he never came back.
"My name is Eldon potter" I say.
"Ah, yes. I seen your father come through here. Said he needed a cage?" The man says.
"Oh. You don't happen to know where he is now, do you?" I ask.
"As a matter of a fact, I do. He went into Cages 'R' Us."
"Thank you, sir" I say. I start for the shop.
Right as I open the door, and the bell rings, I see him at the till. With a really, really big cage. He doesn't glance my way, so I walk over to him cautiously. He glances down at me, an his face turns solid. He mouths something to himself, grabs the cage and pulls me out the door.
"I told you to wait over there, young man!" He yells.
"You didn't come back," I say. I look at the cage. "Are we getting a puppy?"
"Ha! No." He says. With that, he drags me back to the place he calls home.
That Saturday, two more letters were addressed to me. They had no from address, but I just knew if was from the same person. Or people.
I sneak the letter into my small bedroom, and quickly bit quietly tear it open.
Eldon Potter,
Congratulations, Eldon! You are accepted to the Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry!
We here by accept you as a student, just like your mother and father, Kate and Chris Potter.
Please be at the station on Monday, platform 9 3/4.
Wait a minute. My fathers name isn't Chris....it's Lucien...and my mothers name isn't Kate! It's phoebe!
Witchcraft and wizardry? Is this some kind of a joke? It all seems to weird. Nothing is connecting. Well... Lucien an Phoebe's last names weren't Potter, but I got over that a long time ago. But now...I'm starting to think Lucien isn't my father. And phoebe isn't my mother. Even if this is some kind of joke, it seems real. So I believe it.
