Chapter One
Leo Taylor sat idle atop his bed frame; his jumper zipped tight to his throat. Beads of sweat raced down his forehead and his fingers were clenching his bed sheets, soaking them with perspiration. He hadn't given the slightest thought to his ability until today. This strange power that ran through him, those strange, small feats that littered his childhood: hiding his mother's jewelry with one single glance, catching his neighbor's hedges on fire with a wave of his finger, and flooding their upstairs water closet by simply getting upset.
There's nothing to be afraid of, my love. His grandmother's voice rang through his head, shaking his thoughts off balance. Leo could hear the woman's tinny voice from the parlor below coinciding rather odd with that of his parents, but nothing seemed to make sense this morning and since the sun had risen over their flat in Westminster just seven short hours ago, fear had consumed every last bone in his pale body. A wizard? Such things just don't exist.
Footsteps shook the staircase and in what seemed like the short span of four heartbeats, Leo's parents were standing on the threshold of his bedroom. His mother was thin and her rosy blonde hair was pulled tight into a neat bun at the base of her neck. His father's scruffy, unshaven face made a polite smile, but Leo saw the dread stretched into his brow, the way his eyes drooped as the woman pushed past them both and entered the room. She was wearing a long, emerald green traveling cloak and her pointed nose matched the hat resting atop her black hair. She pursed her cracked, aging lips and extended a bony hand to meet Leo shaking one. He was captured. He had nowhere to run now.
There's no need to worry.
"Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Such a pleasure to finally meet you!"