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<div style="width: 400px; background-color: 386e92; color: 000000; text-align: center;">JUSTIN HARTLEY. THIRTY-TWO. ORDER. HALF</div><br><br>
<div style="background-color: eee9e9; width: 350px; border-left: 10px solid #bc384a; border-right: 15px solid #386e92; padding: 3px; padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 1em; padding-right: 1em; text-align:justify;">"There are times when things are bleak and I think to myself, Why am I doing the things that I'm doing? Both the good and the bad. And then I usually just shrug and go "that's life." And it's true, it's like you're in a giant chess game that only you can control. Of course the game might end sooner than you'd want due to certain circumstances, but it happens. Death happens. Sometimes good people die too soon and sometimes bad people live forever. I know that all of this probably makes me sound like a really morbid person who doesn't care about anything but I do care. It's just that I realized a long time ago that everybody has to go sometime. These past few years have been stressful to say the least. But I feel like I'm starting things in the middle of the story and that shouldn't happen. I was the product of a summer romance. She even took up his last name thinking that he was "the one." From what I understand my father was fresh out of Hogwarts and dead set on traveling the world. Until he met a girl, a muggle girl. She was working at a tiny shop and apparently he thought it was love at first sight. Wrong. The two had a three month fling and before long she found out that she was expecting. What did he do? He left. But not before he said that there was a chance that the child might be "special," magical even. What a dick move, right? So naturally, when she had me she was a bit afraid of me. Apparently she thought that I was a freak. It's sad, I know. She even considered dumping me off at an orphanage and letting others deal with me. But she didn't. And for awhile, she thought that I was going to be normal. Of course I was rather young then. My childhood was pretty decent, I got along well with the other children and my mother sent me off to school where I was bright enough.<p>

One of the things that was said about me was how bold I was. I wasn't afraid to jump off swingsets or stand up to the school bullies. What I was afraid of was the dark. It wasn't even some metaphorical fear of the unknown either. It was the fact that my mother thought that by the age of seven that I shouldn't need a night light anymore. Well, there were a bunch of trees that cast shadows and it scared me. Plus there was always the basement which was generally dark. Even today I'm not fond of the darkness but I can sleep without a light source in the room. Not a lot of people know about this fear. Which is a good thing because it could easily be used against me. When I was eight years old everything changed. I was playing in the home and I knocked over a vase. Just as my mother started yelling at me I touched it and it pulled itself together and was good as new. Naturally, I was surprised and a bit confused. My mother knew what was going on and promptly yelled at me. Once again she wanted to throw me away like a pile of useless trash. She didn't like the fact that I was different than everybody else. She forbade me from doing "anything odd." But as you can imagine one can't really control their magic at such a young age. So there were a great deal of times that I ended up getting in trouble just for doing simple things such as levitating or fixing objects. There were a few times when I was sent to the basement for punishment. Some children have to sit in the corner I had to go in the basement. My mother realized that I didn't like it down there so that was the punishment. Yeah, as you can probably imagine my mother wasn't exactly the best parent. It's probably because she had me at such a young age. And the fact that it was a single parent household. Things were stressful but I had my friends so things weren't too horrible. They were almost like the siblings that I never had but desperately wanted.<p>

My mother got the grand idea that I was just bored and that's why all of these strange things were happening. So she decided that I'd learn how to play the piano. Let's just say that it was a struggle. Partially because I wasn't one of those children that was content to sit down for long periods of time. Yeah, I wasn't the type to quietly sit and read. Eventually I got rather good at it and my mother used to think that it would eventually be the one thing that I'd end up doing as a career. Well, that didn't pan out for her either. On my eleventh years old, a certain letter was delivered to our home by a Hogwarts staff member. Apparently my mother had feared being told that I was really magical. I think that she wanted to believe that I was some sort of freak and that nobody else was really like me and that the whole Hogwarts thing was a lie my father made up. However, she was quite happy when she found out that she would be rid of me for the majority of the year. Not to mention she thought that she could concoct a story about shipping me off to some boarding school for the artsy type. That's when the whole story about my father being a wizard came out. Little did I realize how much the fact that I was a half-blood would save me while during school. But that's getting ahead of things again. Anyway, like most children I was utterly fascinated by Hogwarts. That was a love at first sight deal. I was the first to be sorted that year and it didn't take the sorting hat too long to do so. Before I was ready I was placed in Gryffindor. I guess that it fit my personality. With the boldness and the fact that I wasn't one to sit around and read. And I was loyal but I wasn't one of those people who would stick with you until the end unless I really trusted you and supported the reason for sticking with you until the end. And I wasn't one of those people who did whatever it would take to win.<p>

As you probably realized I was a rather social person and I didn't take me long until I had a nice little group of friends. The majority of them thought that my mother was a horrible person. Until I explained to them that she was afraid of what would happen. She thought that I might suddenly transform her into a teapot. And as much as I hate to admit it, I didn't make things easy on her either. As I mentioned earlier, when I was younger my magic tended to run rampart. I did fairly well in school. I wasn't at the top of my class but I wasn't scraping to get by either. I wished that I was one of those people who could get by with little to no effort but that wasn't the case. It wasn't too long before I found out that pure-bloods, half-bloods and muggleborns were all treated differently by certain people. Generally, I was left alone as I was half. But, I was standing up for my friends who were talked down upon because they had two muggle parents. I didn't see the reason for thinking that they were any different or of lesser power. Hell, some of the muggleborn students I knew were better at magic than the pure-bloods were. They just didn't flaunt it. As you can imagine I was more better at things where I had to think on my feet. Such as Defense Against the Dark Arts or dueling. I guess part of that might have been due to the fact that I'm protective over people that I like. I loved my time at Hogwarts and was definitely sad when I had to come home during the summer. I stayed during holidays as I could get a lot of work done with minimal distractions due to others. Somehow, my mother managed to keep the lie that I was at an arts school. And the fact that I was still able to play the piano decently helped things a great deal. My mother didn't ask about school too much. Other than the fact that she wanted to know if I was getting decent marks. She was a bit amazed to find out that I was. It was clear to her that I had found my calling.<p>

The years continued to roll on by and I was continuing to do decently. My friend group was expanding quite a bit. I even made the house team as a keeper during my fifth year. Mostly because I was rather strong and able to accurately defend the goals. That and I was able to take hits from bludgers. It was shortly after that when I entered the dating game. And let's just say that I was very bad at it. By my sixth year I had whore status. Or chronic dating status, whatever you want to call it. Either way I was dating a lot of females and sleeping with them. Apparently I was quite charming or something. But I had a tendency to get bored and drop girls. I tended to party quite a bit and my reputation as a class A drinker may still be known to this day. In case you were wondering on what my career of choice was it was Magical Law Enforcement Patrol. Why? Because I did value my life a bit and didn't want to risk my neck by becoming an auror or hit wizard. Granted, there still was a lot of danger with my job of choice but it was just a fraction safer. Anyway, after my seventh year I returned home and became a class A alcoholic. There are moments when even I don't know how much I had to drink. Either way, my mother had met a new guy and passed me off as her lowly son who was a failure. Eventually, I was banished from the home and essentially that side of the family. I never tried to contact any of them since. My mother's probably happy that me and my "affliction" are gone. I cleaned up my act a bit, curbed the drinking down to a tolerable level and decided to actually pursue the career I had intended. Granted, there was a lot of training involved. And the training was as hard as classes at school. But I got through it. And I'm quite proud of myself for that. It just showed that hard work definitely pays off.<p>

The years continued to tick on by and not a lot changed. I lived in a decent sized flat that began to fill with a lot of clutter. Odd knick knacks, old things that I thought still had a use, and books. I still slept around, still got a bit drunk on occasions and so on. However, it wasn't until a few years ago when things changed completely. You see, there was an attack on a family. Both parents were killed and their daughter was left severely scarred. It wasn't until a few days after that when I found out that I was her guardian. Apparently her father's will stated that he wanted me. It all made sense when I saw the last name. This girl, was my half sibling. Granted, the two of us were fifteen years apart. Let's just say that things were awkward. Things are still awkward but in the beginning things were very rough. I wasn't used to taking care of anything that could talk and well, my parenting skills were horrible. At first I was being too protective, then I was asking too many questions, and then I wasn't being parental enough. Not to mention I'm told that her personality was altered due to things. It's hard to be a parent to somebody that angry and bitter all the time. It's probably why I tend to get a bit wasted far too much. It's just the stress of trying to get through to her, is very hard. I hope she realizes that I'm trying, I really am. I wish that there was something that I could do to make things better or her. But everything I've tried hasn't worked. It's not outer beauty that matters. Let me tell you. It's what guys like me go for and as much as I hate to admit it, I've probably ruined a few girls due to that. It's inner beauty and I'm sure she has that. I just hope that she finds a nice guy and that the two fall in love. I know that it's never going to happen to me due to how I am. But if there is any good left in this world, it will happen to her. She deserves it.<p>

There is one thing that I didn't mention before and that's the other work that I do. But it's the type of work that you can't go bragging about or the odds are that you're going to end up dead, or imperiused. I am a member of the Order. I think that it's because of my protective nature and the fact that I'm the type to stand up for people I like. And people that have been harmed due to being different, or for doing nothing at all certainly deserve protection and somebody fighting for them. I don't want anybody else to be hurt like my sister's been."<p></div><br><br>
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