For the Better Fight [A Harry Potter Fanfiction]

I woke up and rubbed my deep grey eyes. My bright red Christina Grimmie cut hair was horrid as usual. I brushed my hair and put on my you-know-who-I-am-and-so-do-I clothes. Basically, rocker meets bad girl. Both parts were true. I'm a musician and a bad girl. What can I say? Bad girl was my one way to get Mum and Dad's attention. I could understand, though. They do have ten kids, me being the oldest. Yep, ten. They married at a young age. It doesn't matter though. They know who I am. Little too well, but they know. I get the most attention so my tactic works. I dyed my hair without asking, got into trouble. I cut my own hair, again got into trouble. What can I say? I'm the master. After I pulled on my 'too-amazing-for-school' clothes, I headed down for breakfest.

Now, I know what your thinking. 'How is breakfest with twelve people.' Now here is the answer that will shock you: Organized. You walk down the stairs, find your name on the chart, find your chore, and put your name tag on the seat you want. Today my chore is to clean up afterwards. I was the first up, so I had the best part. I would have free time before, and then watch as all the younger kids made my breakfest. But how should I wake them? A simple "Come on, time to wake up!" Oh no no no. Too sweet. I will be blasting my music. Aren't I an angel? The intro to 'Mischeift Managed' by Gred and Forge blared through my speakers as I head banged.

"TURN OFF THAT MUSIC!" My dad yelled. I turned it down.

"What Daddy?" I asked sweetly.

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?"

"I like that song." I said tipping my head and batting my eyelashes.

"GO TO YOUR ROOM! AND NO MUSIC!" He yelled.

"K Daddy!" I skipped up the stairs and shut my door behind me. "What now, Daddy?" I mumbled. Today was off to a great start.

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"TYLER! BREAKFEST!" My mother called up the stairs. I opened the door and swaggered down the steps.

"Hello many Bro's and Sis's," I said cooly.

"Tyler, do you realize what today is?" My Mum asked.

"No..." I said uncertain, I really didn't know. My Dad whistled and the family owl flew to his arm.

"Here you go." He handed me a letter with an odd looking seal on it.

"DUDE! No way! Hogwarts! I completely forgot!" I didn't bother to open the letter. I knew it's contents. School would be starting September 9th, eleven days from my birthday, and the owl would be back by July 31st.

"I bet your in Slytherin!" My brother Zack said.

"Yeah and I bet that you'll die at a young age from being trampled by a yak," I said sticking out my tounge at him. Ok so I guess I'll introduce the brats. The oldest boy is Zack who is eight, then Kaleb at seven, Doug at six, Jack who is nine, and Seth who is one. Seth's the only one I take it easy on. Then the girls. I'm oldest, Tyler Kay Makenzie at 11, Jessica at three, Betsie at ten and my favorite, Olivia who is seven and twins with Kaleb, and Tori who is four and my second favorite. You may want to write that down.

"When are we leaving to pick out my stuff?" I asked.

"Tonight." My Dad replied.

"Ok, I'll be dying my cloak red to match my hair."

"No you won't." My dad said. HA! Like he was going to stop me.

"Fine. Then I'll bedazzle it." I raced up the stairs before they could stop me from having a gem guitar on my back.