The clock struck 7:30 in his room, on Saturday, July 14, 2007. It was way to early to get up..but too late to go back to sleep.

"Malcolm! Come down stairs quick!" Oh no. Mum.

Usually, when she said his name, he had done something wrong. But, this time, Malcolm didn't hear anger in his mother's voice. "Coming, mum!" Malcolm ran downstairs, his medium length brown hair trailing behind, covering his ears. When he reached the kitchen, Malcolm saw his mother and father standing close to the sink. Gwyneth, Malcolm's mother, held out her hand, which held a letter."Honey! It's your turn!" She beamed, giving him the letter. "What? What do you mean?" he asked with confusion in his voice. He looked down, reading the text on the front of the envelope.

Malcolm C. Lucas.

Queensland, Australia.

"What the..?" Malcolm turned over the letter, seeing a waxed seal on the back, which held the envelope shut. He lifted his left hand, and slid his index finger under the top flap, and moved it right, breaking the seal. There was a letter inside. It didn't look anything like normal paper, but it looked old and rough. Unfolding the paper, Malcolm read what it said inside.

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours Sincerely,
Anna Lupin, Headmistress

Cerise Charmant, Deputy Headmistress.

"Mum! Dad! I got accepted! I...I got accepted!" Malcolm yelled with glee, jumping up and down, running to his mother, engulfing her in a huge hug, then to his father, Scott. "I hope you know what has to happen now, mate." His father said, his deep voice sounding quite threatening, also making it more frightening with the motion of putting his hand on Malcolm's shoulder.

"No, what?" Malcolm sounded really scared now, fear spreading throughout his mind.

"Son, we have to move to England."

"But... what about my friends Dad?! What am I going to tell my friends?" Malcolm yelled; He was right. This was the worst moment of his life. "Oh, hey, i'm a wizard. Oh yeah, guess what? I'm moving to England!" He said in a sarcastic tone, while tears started dripping down his face, showing weakness. His parents started to feel quite guilty for springing this on him, especially at this hour of the morning.

"Honey, we can send the owl back, saying you don't want to go. It's fine." Gwyneth tried comforting him, getting a pen from the drawer next to the sink. She got to writing "Sorry, but"

Malcolm stopped her. "No. Don't. At least not yet. I want to think about it for a while." Malcolm said, grabbing his mother's arm, stopping her from writing the rest.

"Are you absolutely sure, mate? We don't want you getting into something that you'll regret. You know you won't be able to talk to your old friends back here." Scott went through all of these things, quite like a checklist. "But, then again, it's a wonderful experience."

"I'm sure." Malcolm said, his voice soaked in sadness "If you guys don't mind, I'd like to go back to sleep." He said looking up, giving a reassuring smile, trying to tell his parents that he'd be okay. That everything would be okay. Turning his back on his parents, Malcolm gave them a wave from behind. "Night."

"Night, sweetie. We love you!" But he was gone. Walking back upstairs to his room, to think about the situation at hand. It was a huge decision to make. Stay home with your friends, or go to a wizarding school, and make more.

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A week later, the same time, Malcolm walked into the living room to meet with his parents.

"Mum? Dad? I'd like to speak with you guys." he picked up the remote from beside his father, and turned the T.V off. Malcolm took a seat on the lounge chair, facing his mother, and looked at both of his parents.

"Look. I've been thinking about the whole Hogwarts deal some more. I think that it'll be a great experience, and I'll soon regret it if I turn down the offer." he smiled, sitting up straight, waiting for Gwyneth's and Scott's reactions towards Malcolm's "speech".

A few moments of whispering between Gwyneth and Scott started. All Malcolm could make out was "Yeah. I'll tell him" at the end of the whispering session. "Honey, we love you so much, you know that right?"

"I love you both too." he smiled, hoping everything was alright.

"That's good. We both agree with you. So, pack your bags, we're moving to London!" Gwyneth exclaimed excitedly; her youngest boy was following in her and Scott's footsteps, and going to Hogwarts! "Here's the phone, honey. We'll give you some time to tell your friends." She comforted, handing the phone to Malcolm. "Noah, don't come downstairs!" Gwyneth yelled up the stairs, hoping the eldest child would hear.

"I wasn't going to anyway!" A voice yelled back down. It was deep, much like Scott's voice.

"Don't be rude to your mother, young man!" Gwyneth screamed, running up the stairs like a madman. Her long red-brown hair flowing behind her as she ran.

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"What's next on the list, honey? We have your books, clothes and other equipment. Oh! Your wand! Now, where's Ollivanders! It's been quite a while since i've been here, since your father went with y" Gwyneth said, remembering as they went along the streets of Diagon Alley.

They were filled with other wizards and witches, walking with their children, who Malcolm thought were going to be at Hogwarts as well. "Almost everyone here is taller than me. How fun will this be, eh?" Malcolm thought, looking in the windows of the random shops. "Mum, I found Ollivanders!" Malcolm pointed to the right, dragging his mother towards the shop.

Inside the shop were quite a lot of cobwebs, although hardly any held spiders. Or, at least, spiders that were big enough to see from a distance. The front desk was absolutely filthy. Dust everywhere. Ah! A bell! Malcolm raised his hand and hit the bell twice; once to notify the shopkeeper and another to make sure he heard.

"Oh? Another child going off to Hogwarts soon?" A man entered from the back room, with graying hair, and straight away, Malcolm noticed his silver eyes. "A wand, eh? I'm guessing that's what you need!" Ollivander laughed, thinking he cracked a hilarious joke. "Young child, if you'd kindly step this way, I'd be happy to let you try out a wand." Malcolm walked over to where Ollivander was standing.

"Could you put your wand hand in the air?" Ollivander looked Malcolm up and down, examining him, trying to figure out which wand would fit him. Malcolm threw his left arm up in the air, after realising what Ollivander meant by "wand hand". "Ah, you're a lefty, sir. Interesting, but I think I know which wand will fit you." Ollivander moved over to a shelf, and after a minute or two, he brought back a long, silver box. He took of the lid, and took out the wand. "Here, young man. 9 inches, made of Beech, with a core of Veela hair." he smiled, giving Malcolm the wand.

Malcolm took the wand in his left hand, and played around with it for a moment. "Wow." he laughed, giving the wand a slight swish. Red sparks came out of the tip, flew around, then knocked a vase off a table.

"Oh, no. Definitely not it." Ollivander took back the wand, and put the box back. He returned into the front room again, this time with a white box, with black lining around the edges. He took the lid off, and handed Malcolm the wand. "I have a feeling this is the one for you. 11 inches, made of Hornbeam with an eye of a basilisk as a core." Malcolm gave this wand a swish, and watched a golden stream flow out and dart around the room. After a minute, the streams flew back into the wand tip.

"Perfect. That's 7 galleons, thanks." Ollivander smiled, going behind the front desk.

"Mum! Give him the money!" Malcolm laughed, pushing his mother towards the desk. He himself had no money. None at all.

"Don't rush me." Gwyneth laughed at him and then brought out a pouch with her money in it. She handed Ollivander the 7 galleons, and went on their way. "Good day, sir!"

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"Come on, Malcolm! Move along!" His father pushed him along, trying to reach their destination quicker. "Hurry before the train leaves without you!"

"Dad, i'm not an idiot. We've stopped in front of a wall." Malcolm asked, his trolley with his luggage in it, in front of him.

"Run through it when the muggles aren't looking, honey. It'll" Gwyneth started whispering, "It'll take you to Platform Nine and Three Quarters!" She smiled, looking at him straight in the eyes.

"Nine and Three Quarters? What? There's only a Platform Nine and Ten!" Malcolm said, scratching his head. Gwyneth and Scott could both sense the confusion in Malcolm's voice, and knew that he wouldn't expect what was to come in his future as a wizard.

"Never underestimate the power of magic, son" Scott laughed, patting Malcolm right on the back. "Always remember that"

"Scott, it's time. Malcolm, run through now! The train's about to leave!" Gwyneth pushed Malcolm along and through the wall, following close behind.

The sight Malcolm saw before him was absolutely amazing. "Whoa.." he whispered to himself, still being pushed by his mother. "Ouch! Mum! Nails!"

"Oh, sorry! Now hop on the train, and go find a spare carriage!" Gwyneth smiled, hugging him tightly. They wouldn't see him for a long time. "I love you so much" Gwyneth let go of Malcolm, and watched him get on the train.

"I love you guys too" Malcolm waved off his parents, as the train started to take off. "Bye!"

He'd walked for about two minutes, when he found a spare carriage. "Awesome. No one's here."

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"Dude, this boat is too small!" Malcolm said, grabbing the sides of the boat, moving around, trying to get into a comfortable position. Once he looked up, Malcolm could see the confused looks on the other student's faces, just staring at him. "Hey." he laughed, giving them all a small wave, then slowly looking back at the bottom of the boat, leaving everyone think he was a complete git.

"Alright, alright. Quiet down now, students." Professor Cerise Charmant. The Deputy Headmistress, Head of Hufflepuff and the Charms Professor. An awesome teacher. "In a few moments, you all will enter the Great Hall, in two straight lines, please." Groaning came from all of the students. It was like first grade in muggle school. "I know, I know. Anyway, I will be calling out each of you, to get sorted. Alphabetical order, by surnames." she smiled, her hands held together.

"You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, their daring-" Malcolm's attention span reached it's max. At least for now it did. He'd have to try and increase the capacity level for his attention, for his classes.

"Knight, Lexi! You're up!"

"Hufflepuff!" The Sorting Hat yelled throughout the hall, not answering any more than a second after being placed on the girl's head.

"Lucas, Malcolm! Come on down!" Professor Charmant laughed, pointing to the stool with the Sorting Hat on it. She placed it on his head, and the hat took a while to figure out the house he should belong to.

"Hmm..Oh, I can feel something familiar.. It's in your blood.. Ah, yes. I know where you belong.."

If i'm put in Slytherin i'll hurt someone. Yeah, I know you can hear me, sorting hat..

"RAVENCLAW!" The hat yelled, it's voice echoing through the halls.

"YES! Just like mum and dad!" Malcolm got off the stool and walked over to the Ravenclaw table. I saw that boy at Diagon Alley..I might as well speak to him. Eh, Maybe tomorrow.

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Ouch.. What is that? A sharp object was poking Malcolm in the face.

"Wake up, or i'll poke you with my wand again! Class will start in a few minutes and you'll be late if you don't get out of bed!" Once Malcolm's vision became more clear, he recognised the boy that woke him up, instantly. "Hey..I saw you at the Sorting Ceremony..i'm Malcolm." he extended his arm, and sat up so his back was resting against the pillows.

The boy shook his hand, and practically pulled Malcolm out of bed. "Jeremy Wood. Nice to meet ya. Now I really suggest you get ready, or we'll be late to Charms, and I don't think the professor will like that."

"Yeah, mate. We'd better hurry."

With his hair brushing his ears while running around the castle, Malcolm stopped suddenly. "Jeremy? Which floor is Charms?"

"Never mind that, just follow me." He'd started running off again, so Malcolm followed him through the castle, until they came to a halt on a staircase that was moving around. "Could these staircases move any slower?" Jeremy put a decent amount of emphasis on the word "slower", showing that he was getting frustrated.

"Alright, I think we'll be fine. We just need to pick up the pace next time, OK?"

"Yeah."