Chapter 1
Drowning
verb. gerund or present participle: drowning
die through submersion in and inhalation of water.
"Don't touch me!"
"What happened to you?"
"You would have known
if you didn't send me away
like i was trash."
" I was young and stupid back then!"
"That dosent change anything, you were my father!"
"Were?"
People worship me as if I was their God. Begged me for the answer, answers that I made up on the spot. Everything an illusion of power and knowledge. What I wrote was law. Because they didn't know that what I wrote was shaped of desperation and deception. I was a god, their God.
Synopsis
In a Castel long long away a class of 9 kids that used to be 10 was standing still in a circle, all the children 19 years old. The Castel was a school for kids with parents so busy that they didn't even have time to have the kids around and so rich that they could afford to pay a multi million tuition.
In the enchanting halls of the castle, their journey commenced when they were mere three-year-olds, their tiny hands grasping playful toys. However, with each passing day, the toys began to vanish, disappearing like whispers in the wind. In their place, pre-teen toys emerged, signaling a transition towards maturity. And on the third day, they found themselves seated in orderly fashion, their small bodies settled in classroom chairs facing an illuminated smart board.
This routine became the foundation of their education, a pathway they followed diligently until the age of nineteen. Time stretched before them, as they progressed through each week, advancing by a single grade. The journey was long, but their steps remained steadfast, guided by the unyielding routine that molded their young minds. As the first year drew to a close, they stood prepared to face their master, armed with a wealth of knowledge that surpassed conventional boundaries. Fluency in all languages known to humanity and beyond became their hallmark, and the ability to construct a spaceship unaided was a testament to their extraordinary capabilities.
Each day commenced at the early hour of 4:30 am. A brisk five-minute shower awakened their senses, followed by the meticulous ritual of dressing for the day. Breakfast awaited them, a nourishing start to fuel their eager minds. At the stroke of 5:00 am, the first lesson unfolded, Physical Education, encompassing a diverse range of activities such as swimming, archery, martial arts, gymnastics, ballet, and ice skating. After two lessons, a wholesome fruit was bestowed upon each child, replenishing their vitality.
From 6:00 am until noon, lessons permeated their days, a tapestry of knowledge woven into their receptive minds. Lunchtime arrived promptly at 12:05 pm, granting a brief respite from the academic pursuit. A thirty-minute walk provided a refreshing interlude, nature's embrace soothing their restless spirits. The subsequent hour was dedicated to creative endeavors, an oasis of expression through a cappella, cooking, art, textiles, and other imaginative subjects. Three hours of additional lessons followed, delving deeper into the intricacies of their chosen disciplines. Dinnertime heralded the nourishment of body and soul.
At 6:05 pm, a ten-minute stroll infused tranquility into their evenings, paving the way for a focused lesson that continued until 7:00 pm. Nightfall beckoned them towards personal care, as they indulged in a soothing shower and changed into comfortable night attire. Tea and biscuits provided a delightful respite, a moment of camaraderie and reflection. At 8:00 pm, lights dimmed, signaling the time for rest, for dreams to illuminate the realm of slumber. And on Sundays, a departure from the creative lessons beckoned, replaced by the elegance of traditional dances or the cultivation of refined manners.
Thus, the passage of time became intertwined with their disciplined routine, nurturing their intellectual growth and forging bonds of resilience. Within the castle's embrace, these young souls were molded into exceptional beings, prepared to conquer the world with their formidable prowess.
Every meal they eat, every subject, every movement is calculated into the smallest detail. Each child is dressed exactly the same, and to avoid any sort of bullying the got their hair bleached and cut the exact way. They have the exact same toy (in singular), the exact same bedding, books and so on. The only thing that they could build even the smallest sense of identity was the creative lessons, even those were limited.
The 10 children that lived in the Castel hade forgotten that they even hade parents at the time they were four. The teachers hade taken that role. They taught them how to apply make up and how to tie a tie and so on. They hade never been outside the walls that was wrapped around the Castel, the only way they knew how the outside world look liked was from the books they read and studied.
But this is the story about the missing child that would have been with other children in the circle.
Her name is Alexandra Elisabeth Stark. Her middle name was her mother's name. The mother that was afraid that her child would die in the first wizard war, so she left her to grow up with her father. The father was the great Tony Stark. He was all too busy to even have him say hello to the ball of sun light. Instead he decided to send her away to the boarding school.
In where she would at age 11 get pulled out by a professor from hogwarts to study at the school, a school full with magic. By this time her mother would have died in a heroic (manic) act and her father forgotten everything about her. She fast adopted into her new life of magic and friends. She never could stop waking up at 4:30. Time went on and she was first in mastering every subject you could possibly read at hogwarts. As her brain still thought that she was in that Castel. 1 year of eduction in one week.
At the time of Harrys arrival she hade realised she was a lesbian and finished her eduction to be a professor. As she was terrified of the outside world, and couldn't possibly find a career outside of it. But yet again she was only mere 12 years old at the time.
Every year at the end of the trimester she would get sucked into the golden trios heroic acts. Which she of course knew was something to do with Dumbledore great plan.
As the dust settled after the Second Wizarding War, Alexandra reached the milestone of her sixteenth birthday. However, it was merely a physical transformation, for she had unwittingly taken a failed potion that had reversed her age by three years. The potion, while unsuccessful in its intended purpose, did serve a different, unintended function—it healed her from a life-threatening injury, reverting her body to a state where it was unharmed. Alexandra had never fully considered the consequences until it was too late. Thankfully, she didn't suffer the fate of transforming into a feline companion.
Being one of the most formidable witches of her time, Alexandra's condition proved to be an enigma that defied any attempts at reversal or repair. To do so would only result in her untimely demise. Consequently, all her official documents underwent a magical alteration, ensuring that they aligned with her transformed age. Such precautions were necessary to avoid unnecessary attention from being directed towards her and her circle of friends.
In this manner, Alexandra found herself caught in a delicate web of circumstances, her fate forever entwined with the consequences of that ill-fated potion. It was a reminder of the intricate threads that bind together the lives of those touched by magic, and the lingering mysteries that weave through their existence.
She knew that she needed to move away from all magic, as now all the magic was more terrifying then the outside of the castels walls.
A reckless choice in the mist of panic. It made her forgot that she was yet to be at legal age of living alone, in the states. She tried to rent a place with some of the money she hade saved. However she got reported to child severses and send to her biological father, the great Tony stark. A man that hade no clue that he ever hade a child.
WARNING!
There will be topics such as death, blood, violence,
strong language, as well of "terrifying" lesbians.
You now have been warned!
Read at your own risk.