Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2014 22:37:54 GMT -5
ryley cornelius tanner
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
AGE: Sixteen
FACE CLAIM: Blake Jenner
YEAR: sixth
HOUSE: Gryffindor
OCCUPATION: N/A
BLOOD TYPE: Halfblood
WAND TYPE: 12", dragon heartstring, vine
PETS: Toad named Archie
ABILITIES: None
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Mom's a muggle. Dad's a wizard. It would have been a nasty shock if she ever found out, the key word being if. As far as your mother new, the man who bumped into her on the streets of London was a nice government worker. He had a nice suit on and an even nicer smile, so when he asked her for a coffee she said yes. In reality he was James Tanner, Obliviator in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. She never knew though. For six years of dating, five years of marriage and beyond she remained in the dark. Largely, this was because of you.
You were born after your parents had dated for a few years, three to be exact. It took them three more years to tie the knot, but it never mattered to you. You had both of your parents, you were happy and loved. Besides, at three you had no idea what marriage was about anyways.
Dad was your favourite person. Sure you loved you mom, but it was dad you wanted to be like. He was smart and kind and raised you right. He taught you to never judge another and not to live life to seriously. Every saturday he would take you somewhere special. Carnival's, farms, fishing. All of the things muggle boys should do with their fathers. Yes, muggle. You were raised ignorant to your blood, though you hold no regrets. Your father loved your mother and his world was wherever she was, that's what he always said. So he kept his secret, so her world could stay the same.
When you were younger, from two onward, you spent time with your mother when your dad was at work. She was a gardener and made pretty gardens for those who asked. You helped her to dig in the dirt with your little yellow shovel and sometimes she even let you pick the colour of flower to put in the hole. Those were the happy times and you would never forget them.
Time passed and you grew. You went to school and made friends, had parties and play dates. You were normal and you liked it, well until the day you found out that you were not as normal as you seemed. You were at the pond with your friends Howie and Marcus, swinging on the old rope that hung over the water by the branch of a big ole' tree. You were shorter than the others and always had a harder time reaching the rope. That was why you always liked to go last, because the rope would swing back to you so you didn't have to reach so far. Today, however, Howie said you should go first. He pushed and pushed until you said yes, knowing you would miss the rope and fall into the water. It would be funny at least, you thought.
Only it didn't happen quite like that. You reached out and the rope moved. The rope moved right into your hand, like you had called it to you. Your friends thought it was a breeze, but you knew it wasn't. It was something more.
Later that night you told your dad about it, hoping he would believe you. You weren't crazy, you were smart right? Normal? No. Your Dad smiled and put his hand on your shoulder, then he told you something. Something big. He said that he was a wizard and that you were on too. You could learn to control and use magic, like the characters in the story books. You were amazed, but confused. For your father asked you to do something that you had never done before, he asked you to keep a secret.
It was your lesson, he said. Your most important one. There were times when you had to keep secrets, to protect those you love. You had to learn to recognize when those times came and it could be hard. Some hurtful secrets needed to be said, but others not. It hurt your seven year old head, but you agreed.
That year your mother got pregnant with a second child and you went to work with your father. He introduced the Wizarding World to you and told you all the stories he had been told as a kid. Your eighth birthday was the best you ever had and as you blew out the candles you wished for nothing else.
A month later some men came to the door. You had known something was wrong for a while, your dad was never late coming home from work. There had been an accident, the men said, your father had been killed. Your mother cried and cried, you held her hand. You did not cry, instead you were like your father, putting other people first. Your mother became a shadow of herself and that was okay, you could take care of her. On your first day of school that year you set an alarm and got up early. You made yourself a lunch and made one for your mom. You put it in the fridge and walked yourself to the bus stop. You were quiet that day and for many more after that.
You felt alone, which was understandable. Your mother was in her own world and you were stuck, thankfully you weren't alone forever. Howard Avery, a man who had worked with your father, stopped by for a visit. You didn't know at first that Howard had been your father's best friend. That they had attended school together. When you found out you were happy. Howard invited you and your mother to dinner and your mother accepted the invitation. It was the first time you met another child like yourself, one who was magical. Liam Avery told you all about Hogwarts, he was in his second year. He told you about the halls and the house elves. He described food that appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Liam loved your face. His normal was such a shock to you.
It took some time, but you became happy again. You convinced yourself you were the same on the inside, even though you were different. You were more caring and empathetic. You realized how valuable time and love really were.
Your sister was born not much later, your mother smiled then for the first time in a while. She waved you close and gave you your sister. As you held the tiny girl your mom spoke. She told you how brave and kind you were. How she was sorry for not being there for you. She asked you to name your sister.
You named her Jaime.
That was what your dad's family in the other world called him. What Howard had called him. Now it would stay in the family. You vowed that day to protect your sister. She would never know your dad, but she would know you. You would teach her what he had taught you and when the time came you would tell her about the secret. You still had to keep it. There had been too much change and your mother was unstable, she didn't need anything more.
You became more responsible in a way, but you focused on your sister and mom. You never focused on yourself and what was left of your pain was pushed away. That was your weakness. You couldn't put yourself first because you didn't think you were capable of much. You had lost faith in yourself. You needed to be like him and your dad would never cower when others needed him. He had died for others after all.
At eleven you expected something, though in your opinion your mother didn't need to know it all. When a man came, knocked on the door and introduced himself as Lewis Lockhart you knew...
and your heart sank.
Your father had never told your mother and neither had you. It would break her heart to know you kept a secret, but it would be even harder for her to accept the change. Her life was picking up, she had a boyfriend and a great job. You couldn't mess that up. You put her first and when you looked at Mr. Lockhart you asked him to keep your secret.
It was a long shot, your mother would have to know where you were going. You stared up at him, however, and told him your mother would not be able to handle the idea of magic. Was there anything you could do? You asked the teacher. Could you tell her the truth without the magic part? You had no idea why he agreed, whether you were cute, pathetic or annoying. The thing was, he did. You watched as he introduced himself to your mother and say that you had been accepted into a private boarding school on 'full scholarship'. When she questioned, you said it was your father's school. The Professor said your name had been written down for a while. Your mother said okay.
So you left and joined your father's world. You were sorted into Gryffindor like him and you made friends. No one knew anything about you and so you could just be you, not pestered by questions.
You wrote to your sister everyday, but for the first time you didn't need to worry about anyone but yourself. The problem was, however, you had developed a pattern. You never were one to push yourself if you were the only one who gained something. Your friends never knew, because to you and others you were a dork. A goofball. You loved to laugh and have fun. You joked and slacked off sometimes, you pulled pranks and played games. You had fun and learned to love yourself more.
You told your sister when she showed signs, even bought her an owl for her birthday that year. She is nine now and you are seventeen. You had an early birthday and soon the year will end. You will be a seventh year and then an adult. You know of the University, but don't think you will go. You will just get a job and go back home. Your sister is the star and you will make she she goes as far as she can. That is all you want, to see her shine.
You are more than a brother to her though, you are her father figure. The one you so desperately desired after losing. The one you feel so guilty for failing.
You were born after your parents had dated for a few years, three to be exact. It took them three more years to tie the knot, but it never mattered to you. You had both of your parents, you were happy and loved. Besides, at three you had no idea what marriage was about anyways.
Dad was your favourite person. Sure you loved you mom, but it was dad you wanted to be like. He was smart and kind and raised you right. He taught you to never judge another and not to live life to seriously. Every saturday he would take you somewhere special. Carnival's, farms, fishing. All of the things muggle boys should do with their fathers. Yes, muggle. You were raised ignorant to your blood, though you hold no regrets. Your father loved your mother and his world was wherever she was, that's what he always said. So he kept his secret, so her world could stay the same.
When you were younger, from two onward, you spent time with your mother when your dad was at work. She was a gardener and made pretty gardens for those who asked. You helped her to dig in the dirt with your little yellow shovel and sometimes she even let you pick the colour of flower to put in the hole. Those were the happy times and you would never forget them.
Time passed and you grew. You went to school and made friends, had parties and play dates. You were normal and you liked it, well until the day you found out that you were not as normal as you seemed. You were at the pond with your friends Howie and Marcus, swinging on the old rope that hung over the water by the branch of a big ole' tree. You were shorter than the others and always had a harder time reaching the rope. That was why you always liked to go last, because the rope would swing back to you so you didn't have to reach so far. Today, however, Howie said you should go first. He pushed and pushed until you said yes, knowing you would miss the rope and fall into the water. It would be funny at least, you thought.
Only it didn't happen quite like that. You reached out and the rope moved. The rope moved right into your hand, like you had called it to you. Your friends thought it was a breeze, but you knew it wasn't. It was something more.
Later that night you told your dad about it, hoping he would believe you. You weren't crazy, you were smart right? Normal? No. Your Dad smiled and put his hand on your shoulder, then he told you something. Something big. He said that he was a wizard and that you were on too. You could learn to control and use magic, like the characters in the story books. You were amazed, but confused. For your father asked you to do something that you had never done before, he asked you to keep a secret.
It was your lesson, he said. Your most important one. There were times when you had to keep secrets, to protect those you love. You had to learn to recognize when those times came and it could be hard. Some hurtful secrets needed to be said, but others not. It hurt your seven year old head, but you agreed.
That year your mother got pregnant with a second child and you went to work with your father. He introduced the Wizarding World to you and told you all the stories he had been told as a kid. Your eighth birthday was the best you ever had and as you blew out the candles you wished for nothing else.
A month later some men came to the door. You had known something was wrong for a while, your dad was never late coming home from work. There had been an accident, the men said, your father had been killed. Your mother cried and cried, you held her hand. You did not cry, instead you were like your father, putting other people first. Your mother became a shadow of herself and that was okay, you could take care of her. On your first day of school that year you set an alarm and got up early. You made yourself a lunch and made one for your mom. You put it in the fridge and walked yourself to the bus stop. You were quiet that day and for many more after that.
You felt alone, which was understandable. Your mother was in her own world and you were stuck, thankfully you weren't alone forever. Howard Avery, a man who had worked with your father, stopped by for a visit. You didn't know at first that Howard had been your father's best friend. That they had attended school together. When you found out you were happy. Howard invited you and your mother to dinner and your mother accepted the invitation. It was the first time you met another child like yourself, one who was magical. Liam Avery told you all about Hogwarts, he was in his second year. He told you about the halls and the house elves. He described food that appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Liam loved your face. His normal was such a shock to you.
It took some time, but you became happy again. You convinced yourself you were the same on the inside, even though you were different. You were more caring and empathetic. You realized how valuable time and love really were.
Your sister was born not much later, your mother smiled then for the first time in a while. She waved you close and gave you your sister. As you held the tiny girl your mom spoke. She told you how brave and kind you were. How she was sorry for not being there for you. She asked you to name your sister.
You named her Jaime.
That was what your dad's family in the other world called him. What Howard had called him. Now it would stay in the family. You vowed that day to protect your sister. She would never know your dad, but she would know you. You would teach her what he had taught you and when the time came you would tell her about the secret. You still had to keep it. There had been too much change and your mother was unstable, she didn't need anything more.
You became more responsible in a way, but you focused on your sister and mom. You never focused on yourself and what was left of your pain was pushed away. That was your weakness. You couldn't put yourself first because you didn't think you were capable of much. You had lost faith in yourself. You needed to be like him and your dad would never cower when others needed him. He had died for others after all.
At eleven you expected something, though in your opinion your mother didn't need to know it all. When a man came, knocked on the door and introduced himself as Lewis Lockhart you knew...
and your heart sank.
Your father had never told your mother and neither had you. It would break her heart to know you kept a secret, but it would be even harder for her to accept the change. Her life was picking up, she had a boyfriend and a great job. You couldn't mess that up. You put her first and when you looked at Mr. Lockhart you asked him to keep your secret.
It was a long shot, your mother would have to know where you were going. You stared up at him, however, and told him your mother would not be able to handle the idea of magic. Was there anything you could do? You asked the teacher. Could you tell her the truth without the magic part? You had no idea why he agreed, whether you were cute, pathetic or annoying. The thing was, he did. You watched as he introduced himself to your mother and say that you had been accepted into a private boarding school on 'full scholarship'. When she questioned, you said it was your father's school. The Professor said your name had been written down for a while. Your mother said okay.
So you left and joined your father's world. You were sorted into Gryffindor like him and you made friends. No one knew anything about you and so you could just be you, not pestered by questions.
You wrote to your sister everyday, but for the first time you didn't need to worry about anyone but yourself. The problem was, however, you had developed a pattern. You never were one to push yourself if you were the only one who gained something. Your friends never knew, because to you and others you were a dork. A goofball. You loved to laugh and have fun. You joked and slacked off sometimes, you pulled pranks and played games. You had fun and learned to love yourself more.
You told your sister when she showed signs, even bought her an owl for her birthday that year. She is nine now and you are seventeen. You had an early birthday and soon the year will end. You will be a seventh year and then an adult. You know of the University, but don't think you will go. You will just get a job and go back home. Your sister is the star and you will make she she goes as far as she can. That is all you want, to see her shine.
You are more than a brother to her though, you are her father figure. The one you so desperately desired after losing. The one you feel so guilty for failing.
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