An African Wizarding World Story

An African Wizarding World Story

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Harry Potter's war had come and gone. Down in South Africa, it didn't hit that hard in fact if it wasn't for the odd ones here and there being weird no one would have noticed.

Alicia had a nice quiet life but was a bit bored. She finally got the adventure she had been waiting for, at what cost though.

Life was perfect... Who am I kidding, life was just ok. But I wanted more, I just was not prepared for how much more I was going to get.

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Chapter 1 - My Nightmare
Adult life did not end up to my liking, as a child all I wanted was to be free. I thought to be an adult gave me that but I turned out to be sorely disappointed. It had gone on for so long that I now lingered in a depression. I usually had a way of getting out of it for some time however this time around I was even too miserable to find a way out. So to be fair, I am unsure if I created this or if it happened all on its own. Because magic is unpredictable like that. All of it started pretty fast... too fast for my liking but when has anything ever happen to my liking. It started like any other day, a Saturday. "Garth! We are going to be late." I shouted at the top of my voice towards the study but no response came. "Garth!" I tried again almost nagging trying to finish the dishes in time to leave. "Yes, yes. I'm ready, let's go." A big bear of a man comes walking up behind me enveloping my tiny structure to comfort my worries. "Don't do that, I don't like being late." I protested. "I know, neither do I but..." he hesitates while playing with my brown hair. "We can stay at home and just watch movies?" I can hear the begging behind the request. I pull the kitchen steps closer step on to it and become level with his grey eyes and kiss him. "Nope, it's too late to cancel on them now." I have always been his shoulder height, he was a tall man however I am short as well. Drying my hands off and trying to whip him with the cloth, he grabs it though and returns the favor by hitting me square on the butt as I tried to get away in time "Can't you ever just let me win?" I complain while rubbing the spot in pain. "Hell, no. That would be too easy." He laughs walking towards the door. I was pretty sure he was driving slowly on purpose since he didn't want to actually be there and making us even later than we already were but we were on our way so I just kept looking out the window as if I didn't notice. Taking in the scenery of this Saturday, the Saturday like any other Saturday however it didn't feel right. It felt odd. I didn't mention anything because what's the point, I was just being silly or maybe insecure or was it anxious... So I just stared out of the car window. Life has been very quiet since years ago when Harry Potter took down Voldemort. Witches and wizards alike have calmed down here in Africa and although some got out of hand thinking Voldemort would win, nothing more than an irritation. No one got killed but a few disappeared since he died, I think they felt stupid for what they did and just thought a new start would solve that. Us African witches and wizards have always been quiet and kept to ourselves, nothing as flashy as the Brits. Something about our history and the fact that we felt not part of the world meant we kept to ourselves, self-sufficient. Because of this, we had many small schools of witchcraft all over Africa. In South Africa, it was so bad that some didn't even go to a school but got taught from home and went to a muggle school. Most of us had muggle jobs and kept quiet about the differences we had or were. Some made a practice out of it and was known as sangomas, traditional healers, and other herbalists, but the latter became a muggle thing more than magic and could be studied at muggle universities. Some muggles caught onto it as a form of income and became scammers. We were all so well integrated into the muggle world, so we were not noticed, that we had normal jobs. We all knew not to get out of hand and let some muggle win the lottery or tell them the outcome of the stock market cause it can get messy fast and the last thing we want for witches and wizards who keep to ourselves is to be bothered. And don't get me started on the ministry of magic, I think it existed out of 5 or 6 people. We are so lackadaisical and unorganized in Africa that I think their only job was to communicate stuff to the controlling Brits and keep them out of our backyards. Because all we want was to be left alone. "We are a weird bunch." I laugh as we drive. "What have you done now?" He asks, looking at me expectantly. "I did nothing, like usual." "I don't believe you one bit," he says laughing. "Oh come on, have you never noticed how we all just want to be left alone that we don't even do the usual things with magic?" "Like what?" He asks frowning. "Like... The dishes or driving." I respond pointing at the car. "Oh you are leading me into a trap here aren't you?" To be honest to myself I didn't actually have a point here but the conversation seemed to be heading into a clear point that even I wasn't sure of what it was. "I'm not sure," I say frowning at the window. Garth seemed to pick that up and just continued driving. After some time as we are about the reach our destination, he adds, "I know you haven't been yourself lately and work has been stressful, but with time we will get to the point of you slowing down a bit and having more time to do what you want." I felt bad about that and wasn't sure how to respond, I was very happy about slowing down and doing what I want but for one, I wasn't sure what I wanted and two, it meant he had to work harder for the one income we won't have then. For the last three years of our marriage, we have been very happy and am the luckiest woman in the world to have found Garth and that he puts up with my nonsense. He has never made me feel less than I am and always view me in such praise. It's me that has felt like something has been missing. As if I have not been doing enough, not cooking him supper and getting take-outs, not doing his ironing, and paying someone to do it. I kept thinking about how terrible of a wife I am. And now he was sacrificing more so that I, Alicia Evans, can be happy. I was seriously the luckiest woman in the world. I wasn't sure how to tell him this or explain what or how I felt, like all couples we are terrible at communication. I shake my head at my lap trying to figure out where to start. But before I could start the conversation we needed to have, we arrived. It was beautiful outside, the sun was shining and the breeze just right to cool down the heat. We had arrived at the park and most were there already, the group had decided to put down the picnic more towards the back and away from the rest of the families gathering at the park. I smile at this as it was expected reaction for us magic folk to be slightly away from the rest of everyone else. We walk closer to the group and people are chatting and kids playing games, we look very normal for a get together of witches and wizards. We are greeted by Garth's best friend Jonothan and his girlfriend Keagan. Jono, was slender with dark hair witch ran through his whole family and there were a lot of them, down to earth people and loving. Keagan had blond hair and a personality worth winning the popularity contest. She is always right and there are no other ways of doing things. She is an interesting person. They seem to have moved straight for us when we arrived. Probably cause Keagan insisted on her way and no one else wanted to mingle with them. "Hey, Bud!" Garth greets while moving towards the rest of the group while talking to them. I'm guessing he is not in the mood for Keagan today either, I smile at this and Keagan catches me. "What is so funny?" She says accusingly. "Oh not funny, just a nice day." I lie through my teeth while wondering why she is always this way. We meet up with the rest of the group and we slowly blend into them and from what I am gathering from Garth, trying to lose Keagan. He turns to me, "As much as I miss spending time with Jono, I just cannot stand that woman." With him confirming my thoughts I burst out laughing. Having magic was one thing however I prided myself with being able to read Garth.  As his wife, I always want to please him by being one step ahead of him. Hungry? I made food and it's ready. Long day? I have boiled the kettle for coffee. It sure was a beautiful sunny day out and it passed slowly as we enjoyed it on the grass with friends. Garth and Jono were back in conversation over what seemed like important things. I was just gazing out into the scenery lost in it while listening to the conversations. Graham, Garth's brother, brought this cute fluffy blue looking lizard that would change into all shapes and sizes depending on who held it. After it changed into the right thing for you it would latch onto you and you would not be able to tell a lie you could not stop yourself from answering whatever Graham was asking. It was a lot of fun watching and laughs were had as everyone tried to not answer his questions to like what is your favorite color or if you brushed your teeth this morning or not. I noticed Jono pointing at a dense bit of trees and them walking towards it. I went back to gazing as I rarely get slow days and just wanted to enjoy every minute. I don't know how long I was lost but the next minute Jono was shouting for help. My brain was clearly in automatic since before I could register I was a couple of meters away from Jono. He was holding Garth, who was lying on the floor. I dropped next to them trying to get a pulse but I wasn't sure where to start and just dropped my head against his chest to hear his warm heartbeat. There was no sound, no movement. I looked up at Jono and he had a glazed look. "They came out of nowhere, and just killed him... out of nowhere." He was mumbling off to everyone else arriving but I got up and looked in all directions to hear where they went. I heard a twig c***k and ran in the direction, while everyone shouted at me. I arrived at where I thought I heard it, wand ready but saw nothing. Turning and turning looking for an answer. Then I heard the all too familiar clap. Someone apparated. Before I could run off more arrive at my side and we all sprint in the direction of the clap but it was too late. Whoever it was, was gone. I was angry, enraged, and now at this moment with no one to catch, yet again disappointed and frustrated. I left everyone there and jog back to Garth and as I got back there muggles started arriving. I drop down to Garth and started feeling for a pulse again, trying hard not to believe what I am seeing in front of me. Jono pulls me away from his body, I try to fight him off I need Garth to open his eyes and laugh it off, I need him to hold me, I need him... But Jono is too strong and I just burst out screaming for my Garth to wake up. It all feels hazy, like a dream. One terrible dream, a nightmare.

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