A/N as you will be able to tell, this is from the POV of an original character. I rate it M for later chapters and also because it contains slash of the femme variety. If you don't want to read it then don't. I always appreciate feedback (good or bad) and would love to hear what my readers think of my story. It may start of slow and be quite lengthy, but I want to develop my characters. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I am writing it.
Darkness Calling: Chapter 1
"We are sending you to Europe." My mother said in her stern voice. We were all in the large study in our mansion and my father was standing silently behind her.
"What do you mean I'm going to Europe? Like a vacation or something?" I knew they weren't sending me on a vacation. I had fucked up for last time in my parents' eyes. That incident with the muggle boy was the last straw for them, even if it was justified in the United States Magical Bureau's opinion.
"No. We are sending you to live with my sister in London, your Aunt Addison." Dad finally decided to speak up. He at least looked sad about what he was saying.
"Oh so you guys are getting rid of me now? Great parenting skills guys." I rolled my eyes and started to walk off.
"Do not walk away from us, Jayleigh!" The door that I was heading towards, slammed shut and I turned around to see my mother with her wand out pointed in that direction. Her green eyes, exact copies of my own, flashed with anger. My father placed a calming hand on her shoulder. She put her wand away and straightened herself. "This was not our first option, but considering you were declined from yet another school for your seventh year, you have left us no choice." She was back to her prim and proper self. "Your things are being packed as we speak and you will be travelling to London in two days time."
"You're serious, then? Even though what happened was an accident?" I threw myself down into one of the study chairs. My parents followed and sat across from me. "If I can't go to any of the schools here, then why do I need to go back at all?" I asked sarcastically. "It's not like I'll learn anything that is actually useful."
"Darling, you know that we just want what is best for you. Isn't that right, dear?" My father turned to my mother. She nodded and he continued, "Addi said she spoke with the headmaster of the school there and he is willing to let you come in as a transfer student for your seventh year. We just want you to finish your education."
I sighed and rubbed my eyes with my middle finger and thumb. My long black hair cascaded around my face. I dropped the nasty inflection from my voice, "So if I go and finish my seventh year, then I am free? I can move to where ever I want to go? Do whatever I want to do?"
"Yes. You will technically be an adult and you also know that that means your trust fund from your grandparents will open and the money will be transferred to your account…" and you will finally be out of my hair. I knew that thought ran through my mother's mind. She was not really the maternal type. She only had me because society told her she had to raise a child, an heir to the Harrison family legacy.
"Alright, fine. I'll go without a fuss." I started thinking that this may not be such a bad thing after all, a fresh start where no one knows my past. It was starting to sound a lot better. My mother and father smiled at my conclusion and honestly looked relieved. "If you'll excuse me, I'd like to go pack my personals now." I left and walked to my room.
True to my mother's word there were already three witches there, packing up my belongings. I didn't say a word to them, just started helping. Every once in a while one of them would ask what I wanted to do with some trinket. Most of the time I would just say, "Leave it." I honestly didn't want to bring a shit ton of stuff with me. I just wanted the necessities.
The two days had passed by in a blur. I barely saw my father and my mother only showed up to make sure the help was doing their jobs. The morning that I was scheduled to leave my father came and found me before he left for the office. I heard a knock on my door. "Yeah, come in." I called out. He stepped into my room and looked around. "You're all packed then?" He asked.
"Yep. Everything I am bringing is already downstairs ready to be moved."
"You aren't taking much are you?" He noticed how my room hadn't really changed. There was not much missing.
"Well no, just what I need and a couple things that I couldn't leave behind." He walked to the mantle in my room and looked at one of the pictures I had there. Most of them were of past friends, but there were a few of me and my family. Dad picked up one and drew his finger across the glass. It was a picture of him and I on my eighth birthday. He had given me my first broomstick and I was zooming around him while he laughed at me.
A sad smile crossed his handsome features as those memories were brought to the forefront of his mind. "You've grown up, kid." He said to me. "You aren't the little girl on her first broomstick anymore."
"That's kinda what we do isn't it? We grow up." I crossed the room to where he was standing and took the photo from him. I placed it back in its place and turned towards my dad.
"You understand why we are sending you away, right? I don't want you to think that this is because we don't love you, sweetheart." I assumed he was having second thoughts about sending his only child half way across the world to a war-torn country.
"Dad, I get it. You weren't the one who made me get kicked out of every school I've been to. I screwed up and I know that." He placed his hand on my shoulder and pulled me in for a hug. We didn't embrace for long. Neither one of us were overly affectionate people, but it was comforting to know that he didn't really want me to leave.
"D-Dad, I gotta go catch my ride. I have to be at the transport center in an hour." I pulled away from him and we awkwardly stared at each other for only a second before he answered.
"Right. Well, I love you and let us know when you get there, okay? Your aunt knows how to contact us."
"I love you too, Dad. And I'll be sure to check in." With that my father walked out of my room and left for work. I went to pick up my travel bag and tossed it over my shoulder. I started to leave the room, but I turned around and grabbed the picture from the mantle. I wrapped it up carefully and placed it in my bag. I didn't bother looking for my mother. We had already said our awkward goodbyes. I stepped outside of our house and disapparated to the Southeast International Magical Transport Center.
Like many wizarding buildings, on the outside the SIMTC looked like a dilapidated warehouse, but looks could be deceiving. The interior of the building was reminiscent of a muggle airport terminal. I made my way to an open ticket stall. The bleach blonde witch behind the counter smiled at me and said with her overly cheery voice, "Good morning, traveler. How may I help you today?"
"I have a flight scheduled to London. Last name is Harrison, first is Jayleigh." The woman began rifling through her stack of papers until she came across what she was looking for. She tapped her wand on the parchment and a boarding pass materialized.
"Here you are, Miss Harrison. Payment is already taken care of, but I do need your wand to verify your identification." I handed the woman my wand and she sat it in a metal tray. After only a few seconds I heard a beep and with another smile she handed my wand over to me. "Thank you, Miss. Your carriage is at gate 8. Enjoy your trip."
"Yeah I'll try." My flight was not scheduled to board for another hour, so I decided to check on my luggage. I had it arranged beforehand that my stuff would arrive before me and undergo automatic loading, but I still wanted to make sure that it had arrived and there were no problems. I approached the baggage center and stepped up to the stall. "Please point your wand at the blue circle." A woman's clear voice came from the stall. I did as I was told and my file appeared on the screen. After scanning the information, I determined that everything was in order and made my way to gate 8.
There was a beefy looking wizard checking boarding passes and identification before you could enter the gate. Since the wizarding war began, all security was tightened, even in the muggle world. "Boarding pass and wand, please." He said in his most intimidating voice. I handed over both and he glanced over my boarding pass and then ran my wand through a similar contraption as the ticket witch did. "13 inches, cedar, phoenix feather core, unbendable. Registered to one Miss Jayleigh Harrison, age 17." He recited off my information and continued, "Everything seems in order." Before he handed over my wand he gave me a mistrusting look. "You know, a witch's wand says a lot about her character." Another stern look. "Stay out of trouble, kid."
I continued through the gate and sat in the waiting area until my seat was called. I was used to getting those reactions from wizards when they realized what kind of wand I carry. The length and what type of wood didn't matter all that much, but apparently the fact that it is unbendable and has a phoenix feather core means that I was born a stubborn, trouble maker. I didn't choose it though. It chose me.
First class seating was called and I made my way to the flight attendant. I handed over my boarding pass and wand once more and was cleared to go through. I found a comfortable window seat and pulled out my walkman. I know it was very muggle of me, but I really did enjoy their music. Though, it did take me a while to charm the thing into working magically without electricity. With music by Smashing Pumpkins filtering out of the headphones around my neck, I listened out for any announcements that might be made.
"Attention passengers," a magically magnified voice of a flight attendant seemingly came out of nowhere. "Welcome to flight 126 from Atlanta, Georgia to London, England. Our flight today will consist of five jumps, each separated by thirty minute intervals. We are scheduled to arrive in two hours time. Please refrain from doing any magic while the carriage is in the air. The first jump will be in approximately ten minutes. Please enjoy your flight and, as always, thank you for flying Winged Horses Airlines."
I felt the carriage begin to ascend and exactly ten minutes later, I felt a great force press down on me from all sides. It only lasted for a second, but it was still uncomfortable. I looked out of the window and all I could see was clouds and the occasional glimpse of the ocean beneath us. We had made our first jump. I put the other ear bud in and cranked up my music to block out all other sounds. I dozed off for what only seemed like a few minutes when the flight attendant's voice came back, "Ladies and gentlemen, we are arriving at our destination and will be landing shortly. Please collect all of your belongings and remember to abstain from all magic until you are off the aircraft. We hope that you have enjoyed your flight and will be flying with us again soon."
I put my travel bag on my back and placed my walkman inside of it just as I felt the carriage touch the ground. All of the passengers including myself stood up and bustled to the exit. I walked down the tunnel that led to the terminal and braced myself for what was to come. I didn't know what to expect, but it sure wasn't what, or whom, I should say, I saw waiting for me at the end.