Surviving Garscata - Chapter 2

Harry Potter Fanfiction

Era : New Generation

Rated : Teen (for now)

Genre : Fantasy / Advanture 

The original characters from the Harry Potter solely belongs to J.K. Rowling and the ones are not solely belongs to me.

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Back in Hogwarts, the great hall was again roaring with excitement of the upcoming summer. The girls were talking about how many bikinis they have bought a summer of romance in Paris, a summer fest in Greece, an exotic vacation in Morocco and so much more. The Gryffindors were the loudest of them all with some Slytherin friends hanging out at their table.

"Ryan Jeremy Potter! We're off to Hawaii man! Can you believe it?" exclaimed a silver blonde haired guy who is no one other than Joshua Eric Malfoy, the grandson of Draco Malfoy.

"I know! Hot native witches man! I sure hope they cast love spells on me" with that he replied by putting his hand on his heart.

"Yeah too bad that "Band dork" Mark is going there and he is going to tail us every where we go," complained Sarah Lee Finnegan, the granddaughter of Seamus Finnegan and Luna Lovegood. The popular group consists of the Finnegan’s, Potters, Malfoys, Zabinis, Weasleys, Thomas's, Flints's, Notts' and some others from the house of Ravenclaw like Smiths and Coldens. "But aren't we going to be in the Mutant's territory?" questioned Ralph Darl Weasley, having Samantha Gerge on his lap while caressing her back.

"Yeah but father said we will try not to be in their territory. They have witches and wizards’ community in the west part of the Island but sadly the community is in ally with those mutants," said Blake Zerr Zabini, drinking his pumpkin juice.

But at the end of the table, a distance from the crowd a tall boy with a few friends of his were eating quietly while staring at the popular kids.

"I can't believe it Mark! They are invited to your brother's wedding in Hawaii. They are going to be all over you again. What a bunch of assholes," snapped Rodney Keith chewing on his breakfast.

"Do I look like I care Rod? I am spending time with my cousins and other friends. They are the last people in the world I'd ever want to care about," replied Mark. Mark Longbottom and his friends are what you call "band geeks" by almost everyone in the school. Their band play in almost every occasion like the Yule Ball, Christmas Ball, and any dance you can think of.

They weren't popular at all except to the teachers whom adore Mark and his friends dearly for their love for music has made them caring, loving, sensitive and passionate inside. But the worst case scenario is that most of the popular kids hate it when they are loved and how on earth Mark Longbottom does and his friends could out beat them in exams and achievements are yet to be unknown.

It looks like the grandchildren of the famous Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Fleur Delecour, Seamus Finnegen and Luna Lovegood and the other poppies are not so clever after all.

But they do not care because there are still many of them in school still respects them and like them for who they are.

"So you have enrolled for yourself for the program? I bet you can't wait to go to Tirez. How come we don't get to attend that school? You are so lucky you're going there and not only that, you actually have friends" said Sydney sighing her way to the last gulp of her pumpkin juice.

"Yes I have Sydney and don't you worry about a thing girl, just hang in there and do not forget you guys are my best friends no matter what! But still in two years I am moving to Hawaii and pursue my music career and join in the Mutant community there. I do not need these crappy people," yelled Mark without realizing the popular group was staring at them and especially Ryan Potter.

Mark's best friend turns schoolmate. They used to hangout a lot before attending Hogwarts but popularity speaks for all when the lime light steals Ryan away from the friendship they had. Mark was devastated and started to lean on music as a companion. But they still talk occasionally. Mark was the one who friend him when Ryan was cast out by muggle kids in the playground and he still cannot believe it that Ryan could be such a deep cold hearted person. But at this point, Mark couldn't care less.

"Hey is Alicia is going to be there?" kidded Sydney while flipping her hair up in the air. The others laughed and knew exactly what she meant. Alicia Copperfield has been having long distance relationship with Mark for a couple of years now since he was 14 and what the "poppies" don't know that the kids, well the mutants in the Island of Hawaii and its surrounding coasts of island thinks musicians are hot and since Mark plays music instrument all his life, the mutant thinks he's cool and he enrolled for MOSOPA (that is Madison Omigawa School of Performing Arts) music program and other muggle subjects like English, Math, History and Spanish every summer.

"I missed her! I am dying to hold her in my arms and wrap her waist," he said dreamily looking dumb struck.

"That's nice!" yawn Sydney. "Hey Mark, they don't know that you were infected with the mutant powers right? I mean they've always thought you're just pureblooded junk," asked Rodney.

"No they don't know and I am not planning on telling them, well at least until we're in Hawaii," he replied but heard a voice came from his back.

"Hey Mark, I'll see you in Hawaii?" asked Ryan Potter. Mark was at his best and completely ignored him but while Ryan and his clans were about to leave, Mark stands up and walked to him and say,

"I hope you'll stay away from me and my family and I suggest you and the rest of your family leave us the hell alone after attending the wedding because trust me, there's no way our family would ever wanted you to be there. Trust me Ryan, our grandparents’ maybe friends before but that doesn't mean that we are to have truce. No worries since we have another year to complete next year but after that, you won't be seeing me anymore," with that he walk out the hall while having Ryan and his friends mouth opened wide.

They were shocked at what Mark have said and couldn't believe it when Mark turned around again and says,

"Remember Ryan Jeremy Potter that we were never friends to begin with and although I strongly disagree having you and the others to be there but it is my grandpa I shoving my ass for and for my beloved future sister-in-law, who is also your cousin, you measal-butt Weasley.... remember that...." With that they were speechless; they have no idea that Mark has those powerful words in him. 

Surviving Garscata - Chapter 1

Harry Potter Fanfiction
Era : New Generation
Rated : Teen (for now)
Genre : Fantasy / Advanture
The original characters from the Harry Potter solely belongs to J.K. Rowling and the ones are not solely belongs to me.

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Chapter 1

The sky was bright and my toes intertwined with the sand below me as the waves splashed up shore. It has been years since I was trapped in a place where I think I would live to die. Six years ago I was finally rescued from hell. I was one of the prisoners being held captured by the Demons of Garscata. They were evil! They left memories that we never had in our mind, planting lies into our head so we will hate the people we love but they failed.

Even though they have failed to do so, they'd never stop torturing us! I was only 7 years old when I was being taken away from Tirelle Reznick Academy. I was there because I beared powers that were out of this world. But even though I was have all those powers, my heart has always been true and I am the luckiest Longbottom and along with my younger brothers for we have had love from everyone around us and unlike the others who is not that fortunate for their life has been treated like as though they were nobody.

It seems just like yesterday when I thought I could never see my parents again. I was afraid I could never hold them close to me. I was afraid I could never see the lights of day again. It was years ago but I'm still scared of being sucked back to where my nightmares begin. The scars on my back tell everything about my life as a prisoner to the demons. Yes I was held captured by demons when I was 6 and I was apart from my love ones and family for 2 years. I have symbols of Garscatan tattoos on my back from my upper neck down to my shoulder-blade and on my left arm as marks when I was transferred from a temple into another that I was once own by many evil forces that ever roam earth. Now I am absolutely free from all evil when I was saved by my fellow kinds.

The children of immortals are the only one who could build bridges from the Gates of hell onto the surface of earth. But unfortunately they failed when mutants yield saving innocent life and I was one of them now. My battles with the demons ended a year ago but I lost the love of my life with a blink of an eye- my darling Stan Randall. Stan, just like me who was also from a royal mutant family of Yurlaks Kehon and we met in Tirez Academy when we were 5 and 7 respectfully.

We were friends through the years in Garscata and for the longest time until one day we felt something for each other when we both were 12 and 14 that is falling in love. But he was killed while trying to save me when the demon of Karsyla has possessed him and made him battle the one he love..... Me. It is like as though he didn't know me. I thought he was stronger than that but evil speaks for most of himself and while battling with not just me but with my other comrades he suddenly mentioned my name ... "Rach". No one but him calls me that and not even my parents or friends or whoever. From that moment I knew he was trying very hard to release the Karsyla demon but can't. He sacrifices himself for his fellow mutants and for me, his "Rach". As my heart has started to fade, I shall not love anyone again but for my Stan. I was just 15 at that time.

I was one of the youngest widows in the world and although we have not come of age to be married but the ring he has given me a year before he was killed I consider has bonded us but through our body and soul. He is someone who respects me and never once was like any other boys for he has emotion and compassion towards our relationship, therefore he always believes in waiting until we are married but it never came. I missed him so much and only I know and nobody else does. He will always be remaining in my heart until the end of time.

Medora - excerpt

Fiction art by me, ayujaded

The Present...

Dear Diary... 3rd August 3045

The date is not even relevant to the place I am currently living but we'll get to that some other time,

So there is this guy that I like. He is a Prince though and he might not like me because, come on, there are other hotter girls and he would prefer them than me. He is used to the pretty girls being lined up like the Sunday's buffet. He is in a world of rich and famous and he is from the royal family.

Tyler Ralle Keze... That's his name.

I am just a plain Jane from Earth, dreaming of becoming big. It is a tough world for me to live in because i am not much of a hero type. I do not like to pick a fight and I am always focusing on returning back to Earth. If I like a guy, I might fall for him but that is not why I am here.

I had to leave Earth because I am still underage and I was forced to tag along and like as if I can't stay with Aunt Veronica. My parents just have to bring me and end my life as it is. A perfect but simple life on Earth. 

Anyway,

It is probably just a crush and it is pretty normal I guess. A lot of his friends are into some of my friends too. It is like they have never seen girls like us. How different can the girls here be? Do girls from Medora has antenna on their heads that we do not know about? They look pretty much the same to me.

The boys here are more mature than the boys on Earth. They are more polite and nice and what a bunch of gentlemen. They are around 18 to 22 years old. Way older than me for sure. My dad would kill me even thinking about it then he will float me off to space…. when it comes to boys, he will step in and will loose his head.

It is the dual weather now, where 3 suns align to form a hotter climate but it is cold and windy at the same time, hence the dual weather. I am so good at this. I paid attention in my Medorian 101 class. I do not know when will I return back to Earth. My whole life is in New York and my whole heart and soul belongs on Earth. 

I hate it here and it is too late to give my parents the silent treatments. If I could make a wish, I'd wish to be back into my room and just stay grounded.

But then again, he talked to me earlier this week. 

A Journal for my Scions

This is an excerpt from my Irises series. Read the full poetry at my fictionpress
And it begins like this…

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This is a story I once knew. As blurred as it was, it seems like it was yesterday and this body now is speaking with the terms of the dead. I am the descendant of the past and the past brings nothing but death and the tale was told by the scroll of the truth.

I am trapped within these walls and my scions are here with me. I am trapped upon the tattooed irises that were cursed upon me. I am holding a new born life, with my trembling hand and I am blind among the living and the evil and the dead that surround me are so vivid. I wish not to be around them and I just want them to disappear. We can't stand this pressure any longer as these evil souls would prick our white eyes and would make us mortals alike to suffer. We finally cried.

It continues…

And life has never been the same. It begins with little tears and now it pricks even harder and the pain would not go away. We live in hell on earth within this castle within a free kingdom but inside, evil is holding us back. They are threatening us with white lies and would perish out red blood scions. They lured in to those who are free. They have blinded them with sweet serenade of music and glasses of red wine. I keep this journal to remind of my future kind for what they have to face ever since the first pricked eyes. It burns our eye to massacre our hope to live and this plaque shall continue its' journey for the future.

There is more as I read about the past. I am sitting here accompanied by the lights on my table in my night gown, feeling the chills that the truth has revealed. It is horrendous and as a living scion, I shall fight this. As a scion, I shall live this curse and I shall one day escape out of this castle to the kingdom to seek help from the unknown scion who fled before me and together they' will set them us free. It has been years since my scarred Irises ignite as I dream of a wave of new evil....

I wonder more…