A Potter

Chapter 1

13 Years Later

Alya's POV

I sat impatiently in science class, wanting the day to end, even though it was only 1st period. I have no clue what my teacher was talking about, and I honestly didnt care. Tomorrow was my 14th birthday and I was ridiculously excited, and our class was going on a field trip to the zoo too. I decided to draw a snake for some reason, probably because we were talking about them. After I was about the finish my drawing then, the bell rang for second period.

I got up, and grabbed my books for History. I walked in and I saw on the board, Lincon becomes president. I really didn't care, and payed no attention the whole class. I finished my drawing, and just daydreamed the rest of the class. 

That's how my day went, until Lunch finally came around. I run to my locker and grab my lunch. I sneak my way past any human being, and make my way to a secret room, that I like to spend my spare time in. The room was most likely the old art room that everyone forgot about some years ago. I at my lunch, enjoying my own presence. I decided when I was done eating that since I had a free class next to stay in here and draw. 

This time I just let my hands take control. Half way through, I realized I was drawing this man, or creature  rather. He had no hair and was basically white and had no nose, only the nostrils. I had no clue who he was, only that I saw him in my dreams. I continued the drawing for at least ten more minutes, them the bell rang for my next classes. 

I continued through the day, realizing how much I hate this place. I was sitting in math class, and thinking about how I wish the teacher would just forget the lesson and let us have free time. Then I don't know what happened I muttered a weird word that I have no clue ment, and then the teacher just turned around at us with a blank stare. 

"I am sorry class, I cant seem to remember what I am doing, I will let you have free time for the rest of class." The teacher said. I was just shocked, but not really giving a second thought. I pull out my sketch pad and pencil and finish the sketch of the weird monster person. The bell finally rang, and I grab my stuff and I run home.

"Mom! Im back!" I yell as soon as I walk through the doors. 

"okay honey! Now go get your homework done, you need to get good grades!" My mom said, as she always says the same thing when I come home.

"Okay, I dont have any today because I did it all in class! Im going on a walk okay?" I yell back as I put my stuff in my room. 

"Okay hun, stay safe!" She yells back

I walk out the door, and head to the lake a few blocks down. I get to my favorite log, thats hidden from the rest, and think. I have always loved to think on this log. I think about what my birth parents would have been like, or if I had any siblings. Believe me I am grateful for the Wilsons for adopting me, but I feel like something is missing. 

As I am to deep in thought I dont realize two boys creep up behind me. 

"Looky here, looks like we have little Alya all alone, as usual." I jump up and see that it is none other then Marcus and Jake, or the people that think it is so funny to make fun of me, or hurt me. 

"What do you want?" I snarl.

"oh nothing, you little....brat!" Marcus says, with no better name than brat, because thats one of the only vocabulary words he knows. 

"Oh, thanks!" I smile back, just to piss him off. 

"Oh you'll get it this time Wilson!" Jake yells

They come closer to me and I get angry, They tried to punch me, but suddenly a black mist surrounds me, I didn't care, as this was the first time I have had enough courage to stand up to them. I feel the anger inside me, and next thing you know they are lying on the dirt with blood all over them. I smirk, as I hear them in pain. 

"what are you?" I hear one of them cry out, as the other one is just crying.

"just a little brat." I hiss back, and I realize its nothing close to English, but I honestly didn't care. 

I give them one last look and next thing I know the black mist surrounds me again, and within a blink of an eye, im back in my room. 

I blink a few times, and I just realize what I did. I look in my mirror, and my scar on my forearm is burning. I look back up at my reflection, and I looked totally different. I couldn't say I didn't like it though. 

I glance at the clock, and I see it is already eight pm. I sit on my bed and just think. I probably did that for two of three hours, until I finally fell asleep.

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