A/N: Oh gee. Well, this is my first ever story that I have posted on this site and I have to admit that I'm nervous as to how its going to turn out. I know where this story is going to go, though I'm open to any suggestions and NICE critisim.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters, story, etc etc are not mine. Only this little plot bunny that I adopted. Awww, it's so cute!
Chapter One:
Enter the World of the Bizzare Nathan McCormick
Dawn broke, and the sun showed its fiery head over the horizon, setting the morning sky ablaze. The city of Toronto was already bustling and the streets were filled with cars. People rushed to their big important jobs, sans one particular, carefree man. He breathed in deeply and sighed, watching the chaos of the new day begin.
Nathan McCormick was a technician for a large business company. Was being the key word. He had just phoned in and bluntly told them that he quit, and was moving back to his home overseas. The problem was that Nathan was very good at what he did, and they tried to convince him to stay. They bribed, begged, and even pleaded him to stay. Their attempts were in vain though, because when Nathan McCormick decided on something, you didn't have any chance of swaying him. He promptly told them to buzz off in more vulgar words, all in a polite tone, and hung up on them.
Nathan turned to look at his home, the small three bedroom apartment, of ten years. Moving boxes filled with all his belongings were piled neatly in the corner. He grinned and walked toward his things with a giddy air about him.
"I'm finally going home. And most likely to certain death once they get through with Me." he shivered at the torture that awaited him.
He sighed again, and brought out a 3 foot stick from a, what seemed to be snake skin, case. He held it in his hand and hummed as he felt a warmth pulse happily through him. He flicked the stick in the direction of the moving boxes, and muttered a word. The boxes in front of Nathan shrunk down to the size of peas. He smirked, and picked up the boxes and slipped them into his pocket. This is possibly for the fact that Nathan is no ordinary man. Nathan is in fact, a wizard.
"We're off to see the wizards, the wonderful wizards of Hogwarts!" he sang joyfully.
He pressed a small button on the staff he had in his hand, and it morphed into a walking stick. He walked with a practiced limp, and when he was satisfied that nothing was left behind, he walked to the door and left, never looking back. He hobbled down the stairs, and headed to the parking lot beside the apartment building. He spotted his vehicle, a maroon Honda CBR 1000 RR motorbike. It wasn't currently on the market, though, the company he worked for, Honda, gave it to him to test. The bike passed with flying colours, and the company was so happy that they gave him the bike, free of charge. And being the smart cookie that he is, Nathan tinkered around with the bike, enchanting it and giving it some really cool accessories. Some were pretty dangerous too, but we'll save those as a surprise for later.
Nathan mounted the bike and slipped on his red helmet with black stripes running down it. He flipped down the face guard (which he also enhanced, it is impervious to damage, and slightly enhances his sight in the dark, and in stormy weather rain or snow will evaporate on contact leaving his vision unimpaired) and kick-started the machine. It roared to life, and Nathan sped off down the road towards new dangers, new friends, and one heck of an adventure.
" The man thought to be dead . . . returns . . . and with him, he shall bring chaos . . . and unity to the houses . . . the man thought to be dead, the chosen one . . . and the haunted man . . . together they will become the protectors and mentors of the Boy-Who-Lived."
Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts, was troubled. And when Dumbledore was troubled, bad things happened. One, he would run out of his favourite candy, Lemon Drops, from eating them so much out of worry. Two, he would lose faith in those who follow him (or get a lot of cavities from eating so much candy).
Sybil Trelawny, the current Divinations professor at Hogwarts, had just foretold a prophecy, and a very vague one at that. The only thing that truly worried him was the fact that it involved a man who was supposed to be dead, (and as to whom it was, he hasn't figured it out) and the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry Potter, son of the deceased James and Lily Potter. He would be coming for his first year at Hogwarts tonight. Dumbledore got the sudden feeling of impending doom on his behalf. The last time he felt that, was in the Era of the Marauders. He shivered slightly at the memories of one of their most famous pranks. He could never look the same way at Professor Flitwick again.
He sighed and pulled the memory of Sybil's latest prophecy out of his memories, and stored the whispy looking strand into his pensieve. He then buisied himself with checking up on the preparations of tonights welcome back banquet.
"Something wicked your way comes, Albus Dumbledore." Nathan said to himself, laughing evilly.
A/N: What did'ya think? NICE Critisim is appreciated. I know this is pretty short, but I wanted to get something out, and this is the result of about three, maybe four hours work. So yeah . . . anyways, review pretty please!!
