Hello, uniquevoice here. This is my first fan-fic EVER. Please excuse the spelling and grammar errors that I will probably make. Hope you like it!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters or the plot line of this story. All rights are reserved to Victor Hugo and J.K Rowling.
Chapter One
Prologue
It was Halloween. By now, the trick-or-treaters were back home digging through their pillow case filled with candy. To muggles, today was just a normal Halloween and they would sleep peacefully once their children ran out of energy. But to wizards, today marked the end of the Wizarding War and the death of He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named.
On that same night, just as the clock struck midnight, a man appeared in front of 24601 Silk Street. He looked to be in his late 40s, and would have blended in with the crowd perfectly, if it wasn't for the purplish robe he was wearing. He looked at the black cat sitting on the lawn of the house, staring at it, and chuckled.
"How lovely to see you at this hour and here of all places Professor LuPone," the man said. The cat leaped out of its spot, startled, and calmed down a little bit when it saw who it was. Slowly, the cat transformed into a woman wearing a similar attire as the man, but with a pointed hat on the top of her head.
"It it true, Professor?" Professor LuPone asked, concerned written all over her face, the second she got on her feet.
"What is true?" The man asked, though he had a feeling what she is going to say.
"What everyone is saying, That He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named is dead, and Aiden and Lillian Enjolras are d-dead?" Professor LuPone whispered the last part silently, as hoping it to not be true.
"My dear professor, there is no shame in saying his name. But yes, both of the answers are true." He said gravely.
"It c-can't be. Sweet Lillian and Aiden Enjolras dead? And their son. They say he had somehow stopped him. How can he a poor defenseless child stop a person that not even the finest Aurors can defeat? And how did he survive?"
"I don't think anyone will ever know Professor LuPone. Ahh, here comes the boy with Alfie,"
Both professors looked up at the sky, just in time to see a red motorcycle land on the road. On the motorcycle, was a man twice as tall as the two professors and had an abnormally amount of hair everywhere. And in his arms was a basket with a bundle of blankets in it.
"Alfie, thank you for bringing him over, Were there any problems?" the man said.
"No, Professor Lamarque. By the time I got to the house, every room was nearly destroyed, except for the nursery. How strange. But I got him out of the house before the Muggles started swarming in and questioning what happened," Alfie said as he took the bundle of blankets out of the basket and hugged it close to his chest, "Be good little one, if I could, I wouldn't be doing this right now."
"Now now, Alfie. You know it must be done," Professor Lamarque chided.
"I know professor, I know," Alfie mumbled sadly as he put the bundle back into the basket.
"Surely there has to be another option besides these people," Professor LuPone almost shouted, "I've watched them all day, they are the most ordinary people I have ever seen!"
"Patti, I must be done, Lillian's son must go to his only relative remaining," Professor Lamarque insisted as he carried the basket and started walking towards the front door, "Besides this letter will explain it all." Lamarque placed the basket on the front door and placed the letter next to the bundle.
"I wish the best luck to you," he said quietly to the one year old who was sleeping, "You will stay away from all the attention, for every wizard will know your name. But when you make a reappearance, you will be expected of great things. Till then, Gabriel Enjolras." The baby, who already sprouted a decent amount of blonde hair, moved in his sleep, closer towards the letter. As he moved, some of his hair moved to reveal a lightning shaped scar on the forehead.
On that fateful Halloween, Gabriel Enjolras was sleeping peacefully, not knowing that he was an orphan, not knowing of his destiny, not knowing that every wizard is rasing their glasses in his name, and not knowing what would happen when his aunt came outside to grab the newspaper the next morning.
Hope you like my story so far. I know it's short, but the chapters will be longer. Cookies to whoever figures out where I got the names of the professors. I hope to upload the first chapter before Thanksgivings. uniquevoice out.
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