Chapter 1
-Chapter 1-
July 24th-July 25th 1991
Robin awoke with a yawn, flicking his tail. He stretched out on the thin mattress on the floor, smacking his head on the slanted roof above him. He lived in a cupboard, yep, that was his life. He sat down, resisting the urge to growl out of irritation. He knew his job and his way around the house by now. He was to be awake and ready by 7:30, make breakfast, clean, make lunch, clean, and probably clean again after that too, make dinner, possibly be given leftovers after dinner, and go to sleep. Ever since...The Incident he had been blind. He remembered the hot burn and his scream. His ears rung, he had felt his eyes burning. He hadn't remembered what happened after. All he cared was he was blind now, his musing was suddenly interrupted by a few sharp bangs on the door, he flinched slightly, pushing down the urge to hiss as he felt a sharp pain in his sensitive ears. Vernon could be seen on the other side of the peek vents from the cupboard. "Breakfast, Now Boy!" Vernon hissed sharply, a few seconds later he could hear Vernon's claws on the floor as he walked away. He sighed quietly, nudging the door open with his snout and exiting into the halls. By now he automatically knew where to go. He made his way into the kitchen, already starting on making breakfast for them. He listened as they chattered on about whatever bullshit they were talking about. Once finished he walked towards the table, setting one plate down before going on back and fourth trips for the other two. He picked up a click from the door and he heard a sharp "Get the mail boy!" He nearly growled out loud as Vernon barked sharply at him. He quickly walked towards the door grabbed the mail and placed it down at the table and walked back to his cupboard. That night after hearing a long argument about some random letter they had gotten he had fallen asleep. He opened his eyes, but he could see! He looked around in confusion, he was in a forest clearing, the night sky clear, a full moon in place. He paced in the clearing for a moment. He was..dreaming? Maybe he had passed out after Vernon had.. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts quickly. A sudden snap from a twig could be heard from behind him, he jumped, spinning around with bared fangs, letting out a hiss. A stary, almost see through dragon sat down, a few tail lengths infront of him, staring at him with curious eyes. A few seconds of staring prompted him to finally snarl "Who the fuck are you!" The dragon chuckled, he could see his colors were faded grey, dull, he looked quite old, his eyes still had a light to them, he couldn't help but feel calm when looking at the dragon. The dragon finally answered with "You should be more worried about where you are if i were you" The old dragon shrugged. "But if you would truly like to know my name is Godric Griffindor. Welcome to your dream, and I have come with a message" The dragon "Godric Griffindor" simply flicked his tail, his gaze seemingly looking him up and down with curiosity. "Who the fuck names their child that!?" Was the first thing that he managed to hiss at the dragon. The dragon narrowed their eyes "You have alot to learn if you are to be a student at Hogwarts" What!? What in the fuck is a Hogwarts!?!? He blinked at Godric once, twice, and a third time "Pardon?" He spat "What is that!?" The dragon huffed. And spun around and began to walk away. He began to follow "You can't just leave me like this! What the fuck is Hogwarts!! Tell me what the hell your talking about-" He was caught off guard by the sharp rasping of a door. He opened his eyes to be surrounded by darkness as per usual. He was simply told to make breakfast as usual, before Vernon left. That was...not normal. He had never had dreams before, and he was pretty sure blind dragons couldn't see in them either. He stood up and began cooking breakfast. Another click at the door. He was growled at to get the mail and he did so, he quickly heard a snarl when he placed the letters on the table. "More letters Petunia!" Vernon hissed through his teeth at his aunt. "Whatever will we do!?!" Petunia had responded in a shrill. An hour later Vernon had blocked up the mail slot. And that was just the start.