CHAPTER ONE A HOUSLEY EXPLOSION

Author’s Note:  I’ve always been excited to write fiction and have started a few other books, but at the moment I have found it most enjoying to write in a world that I know all about.  The story and chapters below are set nineteen years later in the world of Harry Potter, and will include some of the characters from Harry Potter; but the main plot will vary.  Please click on the link below (which will bring you directly to the Humanities section) if you would like to read further.


  Daniel’s day started off normal, but that was before his house exploded. Waking up, he walked, bleary eyed, downstairs.  It was summer again, so he found no need to hurry anywhere.  He shuffled downstairs and turned the corner into the two windowed room.  Suddenly Daniel looked out the window as a blurry shape passed by, wait, was that an owl?  He rubbed his eyes to look again, but by that time it had gone, whatever it was.  As Daniel neared the corner of the stairs, he started to yearn to be an owl.  His house was laid out so that as soon as Daniel got downstairs, he entered the kitchen, which was the entrance to the rest of the house.
  Entering the kitchen, he heard voices talking, “Have you heard the news,” asked his Mom’s light voice from the living room, “There have been flash-fires over a part of London we didn’t know existed!”
  “Yeah, I heard that all right,” Huffed his fathers voice, “Them also say ‘at there’s been owls flying everywhere, and there’s no clue as to why.”
  “Yes, dear,” pondered his Mother, then hushed her voice so Daniel had to come closer to listen, “I never knew what we should do, since he had the mark and all that.”
  Daniel froze and almost went off balance as he heard that, it seemed that they were talking about him!  Then he crawled forward on his hands and knees to hear more.
  Suddenly his father turned on the TV, and Daniel distinctly heard the reporter talking:  “And here is reporter Haley, on LIVE TV.  So Haley, what exactly has been going on with the freak fire in east London?”
  “Well, Scott,” Haley began, “We have many witnesses reporting to Scotland Yard that they saw a flash fire go over part of east London.  When the public services got to the scene, though, there was no evidence of fire at all,” Haley said, waiting for the news to sink in.  “The public services themselves, though, also report seeing the fire.  Scotland Yard has finally concluded that there must have been a semi-explosion that caused the fire explosion that the witnesses saw.”  
  “Well I’ll be, Haley.  Thanks for coming on to LIVE TV,” Scott concluded.
  “You too, Scott,” said Haley, “And thanks for listening.”
  “And now,” continued Scott, motioning to the audience, “To John for our birdwatcher program.”
  “Thank you very much, Scott,” boomed the deep, well-known voice of John.
  “So John,” asked Scott, “What exactly has been happening with the owls?”
  “Well, Scott,” continued John, “it appears the owls have changed their nocturnal sleep patterns, as people all over England have reported seeing thousands of them fly by!  Also reported from our English bird-watchers are the people dressed in cloaks everywhere! More on that later.”
  “Goodness, it’s like nineteen years ago all over again, isn’t it?”  Scott noted.
  “Sure is, and”-
  The TV was abruptly turned off by his father Daron, who said, “Goodness gracious, hate thinking about nineteen years ago when the hurricanes hit and freak storms and fog was everywhere in summer! Sure hope that ain’t gonna happen again.”
  By this point Daniel wasn’t sure whether to run away, keep listening, or go out into the open and stop the conversation.  Finally, after a period of silence, his body made the choice for him.
  Shifting his wait, Daniel accidentally stepped on to the creaky plank, and his mother asked, “Is that you, Daniel?”  
  Daniel, knowing that his parents wouldn’t talk if he was near, reluctantly stepped out into the open, faked a yawn, and replied in a sleepy voice, “Yes, Mom.  I was just coming downstairs for breakfast.”
  “Ah,” sighed his mother in relief. “Here,” she, said lightheartedly, pushing a bowl of cereal sludge toward him, “have some breakfast.”

  The rest of the day until lunch was relatively normal, though Daniel repeatedly tried to question his parents about their morning talk.  Daron and his mother Lucy, though, just acted as if they didn’t know anything about it, and periodically went deaf whenever Daniel asked a question.  Daniel, though, in the time he was alone, pondered the talk himself.
  He eventually concluded that they were talking about him.  What Daniel didn’t know, though, was why his parents thought that he had something to do with the strange events happening around the area, and what was his “mark” as Daron and Lucy called it?  And was the thing that he saw outside an actual real owl?  Underneath all of his other questions, though, Daniel had a deep feeling that things were goings to get a lot more complicated.  
  Soon a bland lunch had ended, and Daniel was left to his own devices.  Wandering through the house, Daniel eventually went to the living room and turned on the TV.  The radio station was still on LIVE TV, and Scott was speaking, “We have also received news that the robber band that lit the fire has been moving toward southern London, and the”-
  “Oh, don’t listen to that rubbish,” Daron huffed, gently taking the remote control and turning the TV off. 
  “But dad,” Daniel said, “They just said that the robbers that lit the fire are moving-“
  “It’ll rot your brains out, now do something else,” said Daron, dismissing the topic.
  Daniel, though, still yearning to tell his father what he had heard, wondered about it by himself.  What glimpse of news he had heard said that some the thieves that lit the fire, (how’d they even figure out who lit the fire) were moving toward southern London, where they lived at the moment.  Gee, Daniel thought, this day was beginning to get creepy.  
  Suddenly, there was a loud “Bang!”  Daniel swirled around, sure that the bang was coming from right outside their house.  When he saw no one, he started looking for his parents, but remembered that they went upstairs.  Then suddenly, a loud “Bang!” tore through the house, louder this time.  
 “Mom?” Daniel asked, “I think there’s something down”-  
  “BANG!”  A sudden explosion tore through the house, tearing down the living room wall!

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