A/N: This story is a mix of my own characters as well as some of J.K.'s. (McGonagall, Neville, the Potters & the Weasleys, Hermione, etc.) Hogwarts belongs to J.K. Rowling as well and I, in no way, am trying to claim it as my own. There are some things, such as the letters, McGonagall's speech, as well as the Sorting Hat's song are from J.K. herself because I thought they would be an annual thing; alway the same. Also, I really could not write a new song for the hat. It's impossible. But the rest is my own doing. This is merely me placing my own characters in the wonderful school of magic.

I sincerely hope you enjoy this work of fan-fiction.

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Chapter One

Jacob Cain Tenebris woke up on his eleventh birthday, August 25, in his still-new bedroom to the sound of an insistent pecking on the window near his head.

"Lemme alone," he grunted. "I'm still tired." The pecking continued.

Finally Cain sat up and looked around for his alarm clock before remembering that it was still packed away in a box somewhere. He glanced out the window to see a large brown owl with a thick yellow envelope in it's beak. The bird was looking at him expectantly.

Cain looked around the room again and rubbed his eyes before turning back to the window. The owl was still there, staring at him with unblinking eyes. After a quick check that the door was closed, Cain opened the window to allow the bird entrance. He watched as it dropped the envelope onto his unmade bed and proceeded to flutter onto the back of his desk chair.

"Surely this can't be for me," Cain muttered to himself. "I've only been in England for two weeks. I don't even know the neighbors yet."

But, sure enough, there it lay. A letter addressed to him, plain as day:

Mr. C. Tenebris

Uppermost Bedroom

10 Pennywhistle Lane,

Loughton,

Essex

This is my address, Cain thought, but my first name starts with a J.

With a confused glance thrown at the owl, now napping with its head under its dusty-brown coloured wing, Cain ripped open the envelope, took out the letter to shake it open and read:

Hogwarts School of

Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear, Mr. Tenebris,

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 September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Neville Longbottom

Neville Longbottom,

Deputy Headmaster

"Oh, my god," Cain whispered, firmly believing that this was some sort of joke. But who would train an owl like this just to play a joke on a boy they didn't even know?

"They await my owl..?" Cain slowly turned his eyes toward the majestic bird currently perched atop his chair. "Are you my owl?" he asked it. It answered by leaping from the chairback and onto Cain's shoulder with an affectionate nip at his ear. Cain took this reaction as an affirmative.

But it's August, Cain thought in disbelief. If this is real, then how could they expect a response in July?

Feeling that there must've been a mistake with this owl, Cain darted over to his desk, searching for a pen and paper in the mess. He scribbled out a sort of letter of his own:

To whom it may concern,

My name is Cain Tenebris and I have received your letter from this "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry". I fear that it may have been addressed to me by mistake. There must be another C. Tenebris nearby.

Although I hope there was no mistake, I wish you the best of luck in finding the correct recipient of this acceptance letter soon.

Best wishes,

Cain Tenebris

Cain folded the sheet of notebook paper and offered it to the owl still sitting on his shoulder. It clamped the page in its beak and launched itself back out through the window.

"I hope you still come visit," Cain whispered as he watched the bird disappear from view.

"Cain!" he heard his mother call up to him from the foot of the stairs making him jump. "Breakfast is ready!"

"Coming, Mom!" he shouted back down to her before going about finding some clean-ish clothes to wear for the day.