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The Wizard's Fortune
The Wizard's Fortune
Prologue
By: Richard Farwell
Author's Note: This is another story written by me (Richardc269) in an attempt to write a better story. I generally am not that great a writer when it comes to trying to keep character's in check. And I'm looking for Beta people! I want people to read over my work and correct mistakes. I want a good story this time! No matter what! Now, this story, I'm writing it in 3rd person, and this story is going to be from "my" point of view as if I were thrust into the Potter universe. I've had numerous daydreams about me being in the Wizarding world! I'm currently 23, but I'm making myself 25 in the story, and Potter and friends are in their 7th year. I'll be bringing in idea's from other stories (and you certainly can't report my story as stealing other's stuff because there are 100's of other stories like this one! So if you reported it, that'd mean taking down 100's if not 1000's of other stories! Can't beat me there!), anyway...onto my story!
My name is Bernard Richard Ceran-Farwell (Ceran pronounced like "Seran Wrap"), but I mostly go either by "J.R", or "Richard”, I totally despise my first name that my bitch of a mother named me. I got thrown into the “magical” world when I was twenty years old, after my fiancé was murdered in cold blood by some blood thirsty maniac by the name of Edward Hawk. I met my fiancé when I was taking my vacation in Florida, a small town called Brandon or along those lines. Anyway, I was there for about a week when I went to a small restaurant, (cheap, but excellent food), I was about to pick my own table when I saw her. She only looked about a year younger or so, she had an adorable face. So I went and asked if I could sit and eat with her, she said yes, we became friends that night, and I fell head over heels for the girl. Through the first month, we talked, hung out, and she gave me a tour of the town, it was a very nice town to look at.
At the end of my vacation (I had planned on staying only a month, but I changed my mind after meeting Katherine), my vacation went until Katherine went back to her last year of high school. So, just before I left, I asked if she was willing to be my girlfriend, she said yes, and then I asked if she’d be willing to chat on the phone, yes also. I went home the next morning, because I was too tired to take the plane trip the night before.
As the year slowly passed, I talked to Katherine (I called her Kat) on the phone at least once a month, if it was two times a month, then I’d make it short just to say hello and all that jazz. The year came to a close, then I asked Katherine one of the hardest questions I could ask her, asking her to move out to California and live with me, of course she said yes, but I was relieved and excited at the same time. The year came to a close, she turned 18 in March, she took the airplane out, I picked her up at the airport, then I asked her the most hardest question of all; marrying me. After greeting each other at the air terminal, I got down on one knee, and asked Katherine to be my wife, she said yes and kissed me. Then the whole airport audience applauded! After that, I took Katherine home. But alas…our relationship only lasted 6 months after that, until she was murdered in cold blood by Edward Hawk.
The six months went by pretty quickly for the both of us, and being the dirty bastard I am, and Katherine not being as innocent as I thought she was, we went beyond being cuddly and foreplay. Finally, the 6th month came to a close, Katherine brought Edward to the house, immediately the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, and my instinct told me to never trust this man for some reason. Then while I was looking at him, I noticed it, his eyes, they held some weird disturbing glint in them I didn’t like very much, a glint I saw once before earlier in life. Even with what I saw, I invited Edward into the house; I was going to have to do something after my fiancé left the house and out of sight before I could threaten the little cretin.
After talking for about an hour, and looking at Edward in the corner of my eye, I knew Katherine had to leave sometime soon, and I needed to get this little scumbag under my fingers before he had the chance of leaving. Thank god for small miracles, she had to leave, Katherine got up to leave, and I followed her movements with my eyes and a smile, she kisses me goodbye, and she leaves to do god knows what. As Katherine leaves, I stand up, and look at Edward, he too, was watching Katherine leave, as soon as Katherine was out of sight, I grabbed Edward by the throat and slam him into the wall and speak low and quiet to him with akin to hatred in my eyes, he gulps; “If you so much as look at my wife like that again with that murdering glint in your eye, I won’t hesitate to rip your throat out with a spoon! Do you understand me, Hawk?” As he nods his head, I drop the cretin onto the floor and let him leave.
A few days later, and some happy moments for myself with Katherine…I get that phone call I had been dreading. The cops found her dead corpse in a ditch in Nevada, god knows why her dead body was in Nevada or how she even got there was beyond me. I had to give it to Edward, he was either a sly little bastard, or he had connections, however, those were the least of my concerns. This was the moment I found out I was magical, first, I was depressed and cried my eyes out for a half an hour, then anger and fury at the little cretin for taking my fiancé’s life from her. As I sat there in my chair (I hadn’t yet realized anything), I was so pissed that I didn’t care about the sparks jumping away from my body at all, or some objects in my living room that were shaking as my power was coming off of me in waves. No, all I cared about was Edward Hawk, and wringing his neck…
A week later, I was summoned to the court hearing in Nevada, since my wife was a California residence, and they found her dead body in Nevada, it had become a statewide law. They took the case and opened it in Nevada, not much I could do about it, but oh well, if I couldn’t kill the cretin myself, at least he has the chance of going to prison for life.
Of course, you don’t always get what you want either, and I hardly ever got what I wanted in my childhood, especially when it came to my mother and most of my family. The court hearing didn’t go as I wanted it either, throughout the trial, I thought the little cretin would get it, seeing as how there were a couple witnesses that say they saw Hawk dropping off the dead body in that ditch, but then at the end of the trial…Hawk got off scott free, they let him go! There was no way in gods’ name of hell I was going to let that cretin get off of it over my dead body!
A few days after the whole thing, me being home, crying my eyes out, being depressed, and taking care of my two year old daughter Anna, I didn’t have much time to dwell on Hawk, but the time came for me hiring a private detective and finding the little creep. So, that’s what I did, and instead of paying him a $100 an hour like most of them wanted, I paid him $300 an hour, Katherine was worth it, and much more…
Three days after hiring him, my private detective found Hawk in Nevada, seeing as how it was the only clue I could give Mr. Night, besides a picture of Hawk and my wife together in one. So, after finding out where he lived, I took a flight to Nevada, and tore his door down, stormed into the house, looking for Hawk and found him in the living room. I being pissed was an understatement of the century. Instead of killing him right off like he did with my fiancé, I tortured the little cretin out of choice, and I did it for six hours until he finally begged for it to end, the little scumbag had the gall to beg me for forgiveness and mercy! The little jackass wasn’t getting any from me, no sir! I looked at the mess called a human being with hatred, and I told him; “Why should I give you any mercy, Hawk? What makes you think you deserve forgiveness for what you’ve done to Katherine?! She didn’t have the chance to get any! You didn’t give her a chance whatsoever! You are a disgusting little coward that deserves to burn in hell for what you’ve done! You won’t get an ounce of mercy or forgiveness from me for what you’ve done. I hope your parents are just as disgusted with you as I am, you little cretin. Say hello to the devil for me, Hawk!” That’s when I took out my dad’s old trusty three-fifty-seven six shooter, with its six inch barrel, and I used all six bullets into his dead carcass. It was a bloody mess to say the least…
Not too far away from that day, I was brought to court on the charges of murder, my lawyer suggested that I plea in the case of insanity, oh, what an excellent scapegoat! Obviously…I got off scott free from my murder, the jurors found pity for me, which was fine by me! Soon after, I went home, feeling better than I did before, took care of my daughter that night, and sat on my chair. Then, right as I sat down, I remembered what happened, I remembered feeling raw power earlier that week, that’s when I decided to try it again…finally, something I had gotten that I wanted!
To Be Continued…
Prologue
By: Richard Farwell
Author's Note: This is another story written by me (Richardc269) in an attempt to write a better story. I generally am not that great a writer when it comes to trying to keep character's in check. And I'm looking for Beta people! I want people to read over my work and correct mistakes. I want a good story this time! No matter what! Now, this story, I'm writing it in 3rd person, and this story is going to be from "my" point of view as if I were thrust into the Potter universe. I've had numerous daydreams about me being in the Wizarding world! I'm currently 23, but I'm making myself 25 in the story, and Potter and friends are in their 7th year. I'll be bringing in idea's from other stories (and you certainly can't report my story as stealing other's stuff because there are 100's of other stories like this one! So if you reported it, that'd mean taking down 100's if not 1000's of other stories! Can't beat me there!), anyway...onto my story!
My name is Bernard Richard Ceran-Farwell (Ceran pronounced like "Seran Wrap"), but I mostly go either by "J.R", or "Richard”, I totally despise my first name that my bitch of a mother named me. I got thrown into the “magical” world when I was twenty years old, after my fiancé was murdered in cold blood by some blood thirsty maniac by the name of Edward Hawk. I met my fiancé when I was taking my vacation in Florida, a small town called Brandon or along those lines. Anyway, I was there for about a week when I went to a small restaurant, (cheap, but excellent food), I was about to pick my own table when I saw her. She only looked about a year younger or so, she had an adorable face. So I went and asked if I could sit and eat with her, she said yes, we became friends that night, and I fell head over heels for the girl. Through the first month, we talked, hung out, and she gave me a tour of the town, it was a very nice town to look at.
At the end of my vacation (I had planned on staying only a month, but I changed my mind after meeting Katherine), my vacation went until Katherine went back to her last year of high school. So, just before I left, I asked if she was willing to be my girlfriend, she said yes, and then I asked if she’d be willing to chat on the phone, yes also. I went home the next morning, because I was too tired to take the plane trip the night before.
As the year slowly passed, I talked to Katherine (I called her Kat) on the phone at least once a month, if it was two times a month, then I’d make it short just to say hello and all that jazz. The year came to a close, then I asked Katherine one of the hardest questions I could ask her, asking her to move out to California and live with me, of course she said yes, but I was relieved and excited at the same time. The year came to a close, she turned 18 in March, she took the airplane out, I picked her up at the airport, then I asked her the most hardest question of all; marrying me. After greeting each other at the air terminal, I got down on one knee, and asked Katherine to be my wife, she said yes and kissed me. Then the whole airport audience applauded! After that, I took Katherine home. But alas…our relationship only lasted 6 months after that, until she was murdered in cold blood by Edward Hawk.
The six months went by pretty quickly for the both of us, and being the dirty bastard I am, and Katherine not being as innocent as I thought she was, we went beyond being cuddly and foreplay. Finally, the 6th month came to a close, Katherine brought Edward to the house, immediately the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, and my instinct told me to never trust this man for some reason. Then while I was looking at him, I noticed it, his eyes, they held some weird disturbing glint in them I didn’t like very much, a glint I saw once before earlier in life. Even with what I saw, I invited Edward into the house; I was going to have to do something after my fiancé left the house and out of sight before I could threaten the little cretin.
After talking for about an hour, and looking at Edward in the corner of my eye, I knew Katherine had to leave sometime soon, and I needed to get this little scumbag under my fingers before he had the chance of leaving. Thank god for small miracles, she had to leave, Katherine got up to leave, and I followed her movements with my eyes and a smile, she kisses me goodbye, and she leaves to do god knows what. As Katherine leaves, I stand up, and look at Edward, he too, was watching Katherine leave, as soon as Katherine was out of sight, I grabbed Edward by the throat and slam him into the wall and speak low and quiet to him with akin to hatred in my eyes, he gulps; “If you so much as look at my wife like that again with that murdering glint in your eye, I won’t hesitate to rip your throat out with a spoon! Do you understand me, Hawk?” As he nods his head, I drop the cretin onto the floor and let him leave.
A few days later, and some happy moments for myself with Katherine…I get that phone call I had been dreading. The cops found her dead corpse in a ditch in Nevada, god knows why her dead body was in Nevada or how she even got there was beyond me. I had to give it to Edward, he was either a sly little bastard, or he had connections, however, those were the least of my concerns. This was the moment I found out I was magical, first, I was depressed and cried my eyes out for a half an hour, then anger and fury at the little cretin for taking my fiancé’s life from her. As I sat there in my chair (I hadn’t yet realized anything), I was so pissed that I didn’t care about the sparks jumping away from my body at all, or some objects in my living room that were shaking as my power was coming off of me in waves. No, all I cared about was Edward Hawk, and wringing his neck…
A week later, I was summoned to the court hearing in Nevada, since my wife was a California residence, and they found her dead body in Nevada, it had become a statewide law. They took the case and opened it in Nevada, not much I could do about it, but oh well, if I couldn’t kill the cretin myself, at least he has the chance of going to prison for life.
Of course, you don’t always get what you want either, and I hardly ever got what I wanted in my childhood, especially when it came to my mother and most of my family. The court hearing didn’t go as I wanted it either, throughout the trial, I thought the little cretin would get it, seeing as how there were a couple witnesses that say they saw Hawk dropping off the dead body in that ditch, but then at the end of the trial…Hawk got off scott free, they let him go! There was no way in gods’ name of hell I was going to let that cretin get off of it over my dead body!
A few days after the whole thing, me being home, crying my eyes out, being depressed, and taking care of my two year old daughter Anna, I didn’t have much time to dwell on Hawk, but the time came for me hiring a private detective and finding the little creep. So, that’s what I did, and instead of paying him a $100 an hour like most of them wanted, I paid him $300 an hour, Katherine was worth it, and much more…
Three days after hiring him, my private detective found Hawk in Nevada, seeing as how it was the only clue I could give Mr. Night, besides a picture of Hawk and my wife together in one. So, after finding out where he lived, I took a flight to Nevada, and tore his door down, stormed into the house, looking for Hawk and found him in the living room. I being pissed was an understatement of the century. Instead of killing him right off like he did with my fiancé, I tortured the little cretin out of choice, and I did it for six hours until he finally begged for it to end, the little scumbag had the gall to beg me for forgiveness and mercy! The little jackass wasn’t getting any from me, no sir! I looked at the mess called a human being with hatred, and I told him; “Why should I give you any mercy, Hawk? What makes you think you deserve forgiveness for what you’ve done to Katherine?! She didn’t have the chance to get any! You didn’t give her a chance whatsoever! You are a disgusting little coward that deserves to burn in hell for what you’ve done! You won’t get an ounce of mercy or forgiveness from me for what you’ve done. I hope your parents are just as disgusted with you as I am, you little cretin. Say hello to the devil for me, Hawk!” That’s when I took out my dad’s old trusty three-fifty-seven six shooter, with its six inch barrel, and I used all six bullets into his dead carcass. It was a bloody mess to say the least…
Not too far away from that day, I was brought to court on the charges of murder, my lawyer suggested that I plea in the case of insanity, oh, what an excellent scapegoat! Obviously…I got off scott free from my murder, the jurors found pity for me, which was fine by me! Soon after, I went home, feeling better than I did before, took care of my daughter that night, and sat on my chair. Then, right as I sat down, I remembered what happened, I remembered feeling raw power earlier that week, that’s when I decided to try it again…finally, something I had gotten that I wanted!
To Be Continued…