Halfbloods 2.0

Jake

The day started as normal as any other. My adoptive father would waft the smell of pancakes and bacon into our bedrooms in the hope of waking us up - this proved to be a highly successful technique. I sleepily pulled on a shirt and opened my door in time to see two blonde heads race past me and down the stairs.
"Come on Jake! Can't keep up?" Charlie taunted, her signature innocent smile plastered across her face. I grinned and shook my fist jokingly. "Just you two watch it!" I bounded down after them which caused my little brother and sister to squeal and rush into the kitchen. Dad chuckled and set our three plates down on the table. "Now behave you three. Ms McCann is coming to watch you today." This provoked a collective groan from me, Charlie and Colin. The one thing we seem to all be able to agree on is that Ms McCann, along with her tightly scraped back hair and dark beady eyes is the most inhumane thing to wall this earth. "I know - I know." Dad smiled sympathetically, "but nobody else..." he trailed off. "Wants us?" I finished for him, a little bitterly. Not that I wasn't used to it - abandoned approximately one week after I was born on the side of the road and shunned around countless foster homes for 9 years was enough to make me lose any hope of having a family and a good - even just normal - life. Trouble just seemed to follow me in many shapes and forms; such as mysterious fires and the occasional.. thing, barely able to be classified as human, standing outside our house. That is of course until the Robinsons showed up. Mark Robinson, tall and cheerful, with a calming, fatherly aura and bright, intelligent eyes, along with his little daughter and son, Charlotte - sorry, Charlie - and Colin arrived and pulled me out of my slowly declining misery. After two years of living with them, I had become adapted to their routine and immensely fond and protective of them all. Even 9 year old Charlie with her smart ass answers and cheerful personality and bubbly, bouncing 6 year old Colin. No mother was ever spoken of. Every time the subject was brought up, dad would simply smile wistfully and respond with "Your mother is a fierce and intelligent woman who I know would be extremely proud of all of you," every single time.

"Don't say that Jake. I love all of you very much. Although, I'd love you even more if you all tidied up once in a while!" He grinned and tickled Colin's stomach, laughter filling the air. 
"And Alice loves him!" Charlie added triumphantly, smirking at my red face. "Jake's got a girlllfriendd."
"She's not-"
"Alright, enough you two." Dad ruffled my hair up and kissed Charlie's cheek before heading to the door. "I'll be back for dinner. And please - don't... don't destroy anything," he half joked with a small hint of a plea.
We all started yelling reassurances after him as he walked away and the familiar silhouette of the dreaded Ms McCann made its way towards the house. But.. something was different. Out of place. My instincts told me to run - but that was stupid. It was only then that I noticed three monstrous  dog like figures prowling the perimeter.