Chapter 1 The lonley Demon Child

I don not own harry potter in any way the characters you do not recognize are mine

 A young boy about 10 years old lay on a floor. A small ripped blanket covering his pale skinny body as his chest rose and fell as he dreamt. He was awoken by a loud banging on the door. His name was Stephen he was found one night outside an orphanage and lived there ever since since it was a very religious orphanage and he was left with a wiccan type cloth he was to be shunned by the others so he was put to work in the kitchen and slept on the floor.He was awoken by a loud banging on the door. He regained concousnos and ran over to the door and opened it, the head chef walked into the kitchen “good morning Mr. Angelov” said Stephen in a raspy voice. He nodded to the boy and removed his coat and put it in the closet. Stephen picked up the blanket and folded it quickly puting it away. They both began turning on all the lights and greeting the other chefs as they came in. Stephen’s job was to bring all the food to the children, set the table, wash the dishes, make the beds and fetch ingredients for the chef’s if they ran out. Stephen began setting the table his feet almost numb on the frigid floor. The children poured out of their bed rooms and sat down as Stephen placed the milk and cereal boxes on the table. A hand grabbed at his sleeve he looked towards the owner of the hand “yes?” he asked. A girl his age looked at him worried “Stephen you look sick are you ok?” a girl asked “Sarah you musn’t talk to me we’ll get into trouble” said Stephen as he walked into the the bedrooms and began making the beds. An 11 year old walked over to him with sicciors in his hands. “Hiya well look who it is black moppy hair, black eyes worn out clothes and white oily skin I belive it is Mr. Stephen  gents” he said to a group of boys. Stephen turned to find his sworn tormentor Elliot. He had green fox like eyes and spiky short red hair and silver rings on both fists that he stole on field trips. He had a lip piercing and eyebrow piercing. “Well we thought we’d give you a little hair cut buddy!” he said sarcastically about the "buddy" part, holding the sicciors to stephen’s cheek he pressed the blade deep into Stephen’s snowy skin. Beads of blood slowly poured onto the blade cutting across his cheek. Stephen refused to move he just stood still his eyes not moving from Elliot’s he seemed to be completely numb to the pain from the siccors. Elliot  roughly grabbed Stephen’s arm and held it tightly he then carved “demon child” into Stephen’s skin. He then pushed him down to the floor and left. Stephen picked himself up and finished making the beds when he got back to the kitchen no one payed heed to his bleeding arm or cheek. He wiped away the blood after washing the dishes and put a bandaid on his cheek he wrapped his arm in gauze. Finally it was his break when he could eat. The chef handed him a paper bag “see you later” he said dissapearing behind the smoke of the pot on the stove. Stephen nodded and headed up stairs and on to the top of the building he breathed in the sweet fresh air of London he opened the bag it had cheese ,bread heals and a juice box. Stephen slowly ate his food, once he finished he sat on the dusty roof and drew in the dust a face he didn’t know who it was but it was a face. He sighed and walked back down to the kitchen. He opened the door leading outside for the owner of the building. She was an old horrid woman ,she had gray hair in a bun and wore only white like she was a saint she had dressed Stephen always in black to some how single him out as a sinner. “We are going to church today demon you will stay here” she walked out of the building as the others followed the words stung stephen’s heart. He always had wanted to see a church it sounded like a big castle full of angels and nice people. Stephen walked to the empty kitchen he went over to the broom closet and took a small box out. Only he knew about the small box and what it contained. A silver ring with writting on it in crimson red he never could read it for it was in a messy script and possibly in latin with a stone on it, a locket with a picture of  two people were in it a man and women they seemed to be dancing in a park but he couldn’t make out the faces for they were to distant in the picture and finally the blanket in which he was left with when he was left here. These were all in his pocket when he was left here. Stephen placed the treasures back into the box and went to the back of the orphanage to get to the playground. He sat on the cool metal of the swing and swung slowly his feet almost touching the ground as he picked up speed he watched the ground move away as the roofs of londons houses and building appeared and then the sun then back again. He felt like he was flying he loved the swings they always seemed to somehow give him a feeling of freedom. He gave no thought to what he was doing but jumped he floated slowly to the ground on his feet “What?!” stephen said softly looking at both of his hands he felt a warm feeling of energy through his fingers. He shook it off he went on the merry go round and spun around faster and faster he closed his eyes and the colors changed inside his eyelids red........yellow...............blue...........purple he opened his eyes a pair of blue eyes met his the merry go round stopped, an old man with half moon shaped glasses smiled at him his hair was long and light red and gray hair his beard was also very long. He wore long weird robes and an odd hat “Nice to meet you Stephen” he said he reached into his robes and pulled out a letter and gave it to him. Stephen hesitated then opened the letter slowly it read : “Dear Stephen,

we are pleased to inform you we have learned your last name it is Mayer and your middle name was your father’s "Lucas", we have also gained infromation you are a half blood wizard. Your acceptance letter will arive within the week via owl.” Stephen’s head swarmed with questions. The old man extened his hand to stephen “Oh I'm sorry! We haven’t been introduced yet! My name is Ablus Percival Wolfric Brian Dumbeldore I am the head master at Hogwarts school of witch craft and wizardry.” stephen shook the man's old and wrinkley hand “so I’m a wizard?” 

Author's Note

I will continue if anyone likes it!

Reviews

[Taylor H]

orphanage and lived there ever since since- since is repeated lol

into the the bedrooms and began making the beds. An 11 year old walked over to him with sicciors- its spelled scissors

He had a lip piercing and eyebrow piercing.- an 11 year old!!!! :0 lol

lol did he just get stabbed and not care??? lol. he even went back to making the beds!! wow he's tough lol

ok, this story sounded as if you jsut took Harry and gave him the name Stephen. YOu need to work on spelling and indenting. Other then that, this was a cute story. I also thought the boy accepted the fact that a complete stranger just told him he was a wizard. lol and it ended to aproptly. but it was good none the less