"Barb! Get in the car now! We need to leave now and get to the priest! The baby has been possessed!" yelled a young handsome man as he looked down at his son, only 6 months old.
Alexander Utley had shown magic from a very young age. His parents first thought he was possessed by the devil, being highly religious. They had him baptised and checked by multiple exorcists by the time he was two years old.
His parents, Barbara and Thomas Utley hated the idea of their son being possessed by witchcraft. For a time they were hounded by the church because of Alex. An in 1964, the last straw was pulled. The two young parents would give their child to Tom's
grandmother to have. They didn't want him, out of hatred for the little boy.
He would be persecuted by some in the world he belonged to for being muggle born and living with a squib, and in his parent's world for having magic.
Alex was a lonely child most of the time growing up. Only ever playing with a few kids would come near him. One was an older girl who was like him in the sense of magic, but he was not fond of the boy she played with as they got older.
It wouldn't be until he was 11 he would have propur friends. Three childs in his year that he met on the train to the school. The four of them had a connection, a bond, that would come to be thicker than blood.