It was cold for an early spring day. The breezes had just enough chill to be noticeable. The temperature had gone unnoticed by the folk of the town. The cries of an older brother would haunt the twelve year old boy till his own sixteenth birthday.

"Mom," the brother cried, "it hurts! Please make it stop." He hugged his pillow as his mom whispered sweet promises.

The younger of the two sons knocked on the door frame, chv atching the attention of the brother and the mother. "What's wrong with Gerard?" He asked his mom. She smiled and waved him away, he knew the look as if she was going to tell him later. Though later could only mean three or so years, when he turns sixteen and finds out the haunting curse that his family kept so secret.

His brother looked at him with a longing stare. He couldn't help but feel like a small mouse under a lion's gaze. There was something off that he felt about his brother at that moment, he didn't fail to see his mother's tight grip on his brother's arm. "Mikey, go to bed. You have school tomorrow."

Mikey nodded but he didn't shake the feeling of uneasiness for the rest of the night. Something was way different than before. Something that he did not like.

And somewhere else, but in the same town, there was a boy. He sat still in front of his parents, only thirteen years old and scared of what he was about to be told. He recounted his thoughts, very well sure that he hadn't misbehaved recently. Though he hasn't checked his grades in a while, he's sure that his school work is still at top scores.

His mother was smiling so that threw him off his original train of thought. Maybe they finally got him into that boarding school they've been threatening to take him to. "Your father wanted to wait until the school year ends to bring this news to you, but I couldn't wait to tell you," She said.

He looked towards his dad who smiled slightly. "Pete, you're going to go away to boarding school. We've talked to your counselor about your class credits and they will be transferred to your new school for the next four years."

If Pete was to be honest, he was relieved. Perhaps he could leave behind the nagging over the shoulder pressure his parents threw at him everyday. Maybe he was glad to hear that he was going away for school. He smiled and sat up more straight.

"And when you come home for the summer, we can help you prepare for the next year." His mom added. Pete's smile faltered a bit but he nodded happily.

"Where is it?" He asked. "Am I allowed to send letters to my friends?" He would have suggested that he texted them but his parents never let him have a phone.

His father laughed like it was some stand up comedy. "No, it would be too distracting. You need to work on your studies at this new school because the standards are quite different from your normal school."

"How different?" Pete asked. He usually never really cared for what stories his parents told him but he was intrigued.

"It's magic, Pete." His mother whispered, eyes wide.

Pete looked to his father for permission to laugh but there was no crack of a smile. "What do you mean magic?" He asked.

"Potions, spells, curses. And when you graduate this said school, you'll be leaving as a warlock." His father said.

Pete wanted to burst out laughing on the spot, but the look from his mother froze him in place. "Are you actually sending me to Hogwarts? No disrespect, how much have you drank tonight?"

As unrealistic as it seemed to Pete that moment, he would spend the next four years at the mystical school. He would learn about beautiful creatures he never knew could exist, skills on how to make powerful remedies, and nightmares that were best hidden under the bed.

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hi hehehe, maybe I'm posting another petekey story, maybe I'm not.