<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBF80">Eduard Philip van Daal sat in utter silence in the small room that passed as his home, his cage. He was ten years old and he simply stared out the window watching the busy Muggle streets filling with people as the day began. Eduard has spent the last four years locked in this room. Not once leaving it. He had everything he could need here. His room, a bathroom just past the door to his right and food brought in three times a day by the aunt who 'cared' for him.<br/><br/>"Eduard you have a letter," came the dead-pan cold harsh voice of his aunt showing no emotion, yet frosted and icy cold against his ears. He nodded, what would be the point of speaking anyways. She didn't want to hear him. No one did, not unless his uncle got drunk enough to 'brave' the werewolf's sight and knock him around a bit. Eduard rose slowly from the bed and walked to the edge of the threshold of his room holding out his hand. His aunt placed the letter in it and quickly closed the door locking it behind her. Having left his breakfast on the tray on the small table by the door. Eduard ignored it and opened the letter. <br/><br/>Little did the ten-year-old know his life was about to change forever as he read that letter six years in the past...</span></span><br/><br/>Why Eduard was remembering these particular memories as a sixteen-year-old boy lying on his back in a bed in the Leaky Cauldron at four in the morning on the 1st of September no one knew. He was alone in the dark room where he had spent most of his summer. He never returned to his aunt's home after the day he had left for Platform Nine and three-quarters the first year. She had given him the key to his Gringots bank and left him here at the Leaky Cauldron as a ten-year-old and he had never returned to her home. He never would.<br/><br/>He used his money to pay for his school things and to rent out a room up here all summer long staying at the school for the holidays. He had learned that a certain store down in the Nocturne Alley sold the potion he needed to remain normal enough to live amongst mortals. At school he would get the potion every day from the matron in the hospital wing and he lived a semi-normal life for a werewolf.<br/><br/>The only good thing that his life held outside of school was his girlfriend. Joce. She was his whole world. He loved her more than anything else and found that most day she thought only of her when alone up here. Today was no different as he pushed himself up out of bed and dressed. He gathered his trunk together and walked downstairs his little gray kitten tucked into the crook of his arm. He sat at the bar and ordered breakfast asking for a ride to the train station. As he did every year.<br/><br/>Within minutes the ride came, they got his trunk loaded. He handed over the muggle money and off they were. Eduard and his kitten Furiaz sitting in the back watching London fly by as they made their way to Kings Cross station. He got out and loaded the trunk onto a cart and headed off into the station. Through the magic barrier and onto the platform. He got his trunk into a compartment changed into his school robes and settled down with Furiaz in his lap to way for Joce to join him.