Beautifully Bonded

Chapter 1: The Boy Who Lived

Red and orange light battle together in the sky as the sun went down, another day has ended. Yet, Hadrian was still on his dream. Imagining things that would not happen even if he did anything. On his desk lay the 7th book of Harry Potter. He's been reading the whole series of books since last week. It's been years since the book was finished yet here he is re-reading the book like it's his first time reading it. To be honest, who wouldn't? Even those who're not a potterhead read them a lot of times already.

Glancing on the birds flying in the sky, he wondered. What does it feel to have magic? How does it feel to ride a broom and feel the touch of wind on your skin? If only magic was real, then he could feel all of these.

The bell rang signals the end of classes that day.

Another day of doing nothing, nice. I wouldn't be surprised if I won't pass my exam this year.

He arranged his books and notepads before slipping it into his bag, he opened his phone to check if his driver was already waiting for him outside only to find none.

Great, he thought, I can still go to the library and rub my nose on the old scent of books.

Picking up his bag, he walked through the crowded hallway. Students of each class were talking loudly not minding other students in the same area as they did. First years' wide eyes and fearful glances caught his attention on the ocean of students, they were here for almost a year yet they are still adjusting to the ways their schoolmate behaves. Fourth years that should be the role models for their juniors were snogging on the side. Second years and Third years--like him--were silently walking their way through the crowd taking the stairs. A crowded sight full of different personas linking their existence to one another. At least he doesn't have a friend. Who needs them anyway? They were just pests in his life begging for attention and help. Hadrian does not need any more distraction, his sibling was enough for him.

Blinking away his thoughts, he exited the doorstep of their class for biology and headed towards the stairs. Placing both of his hands on the pocket of his robes, he gracefully walked, not minding the pairs of eyes following him as he walked.

I've been studying here for 3 years, they always saw me walking around the hallways, yet they still stare at me like that. For fuck's sake it's getting annoying.

Hadrian glared at his feet as he slowly walked downstairs. With him being the eldest son of Jayson and Ariana McKillian--famous and well paid doctors in the US--made his life miserable. Being constantly watched wherever you go, comparing your skills to your own parents, high expectations set on your shoulders and being forced to be the perfect man for their own satisfaction was stressful. Between his sister and him, he's the one who has the most expectation to be fulfilled. If only he didn't like being a doctor, he would have quitted a long time ago.

Deep in his thoughts, he did not notice the second years pushing each other at his back. When he noticed the group it was already too late, his hand slipped on the railings and he fell on the stairs. Several students gasped at the scene, some were panicking and others were shouting his name. Hadrian closed his eyes as he descended, he didn't know what to do.

A few minutes had left and his eyes were still closed, no pain on his back or anything. Instead, he heard the thumping noises above him. Someone was jumping at the ceiling causing it to vibrate and dust covering his face.

Wait, ceiling? Dust?

He opened his eyes only to close it again as the dust from the ceiling was still falling to his face. If he got out of there he would kill them. He slowly sat up on wherever he was right now, he felt something strange like a rope brush on his shoulder. Being as curious as he is, he tugged it and was surprised as the light went on. He looked around only to notice that he was on a cupboard. His space was so little, the bed he was currently sitting in is small.