As you can see, I used to have a huge love for the Harry Potter Universe, but kinda fell out of it recently. But after reading a fan fiction by Shain of Ireland, it rekindled my interest. I suggested to her an idea for her story, though she rejected the idea, but she did suggest that I write it myself as a full story, and my character as a main character, not as a side character. And I figured 'You know what? Sure, why not?!' So, here it is, my first Harry Potter story! Also, this will take place before the original series, and with a different take on the story and characters. Be sure to check out Shain's story and show her some support! Anyways, let's start with the story! Be sure to review!
Two Sides of Me
Chapter One: The Surprise Invitation
It was a rainy night in Tokyo, Japan. Most of the citizens already left work for home to get out of the rain. So far, the streets were empty, except for some of the homeless folk who roamed the streets, begging for loose change. One such homeless person was a young eleven year old boy, simply called Maurice Maelstrom, who walked the streets, no doubt heading for home. His only attire was that of a pair of shaggy brown sweat pants, a black jacket covering a white button up shirt and a green cap covered his auburn hair, his bright blue eyes glued to the sidewalk as he walked, the moonlight reflecting against his light skin, and his raggedy shoes scraping against the pavement as he walked.
Maurice has always been alone. Ever since his mother had taken her own life, Maurice isolated himself from everyone, too scared to reach out to anyone, afraid that people might judge him for his problem. The only friend he ever had was the voice in his head, this imaginary friend he had developed over his childhood. Some people who knew about his 'problem' assumed he was cursed, others thought he might be 'two-souled', more people claimed he was a monster. Regardless of what they thought, Maurice's aunt knew Maurice was just scared, alone, and only wants a friend. She does everything she can to make sure he's treated well, but there's only so much one person can do.
Maurice kept on walking down the sidewalk, making his way down the poorer parts of Yanaka, his home coming into sight, walking up to the small shack of a house, walking up the steps to the front door, then knocked.
"Come in!" Called a voice from the other side.
Maurice opened the door, entering the threshold; the inside wasn't really much to look at. While it did look doable for the most part, it still looked like most of the furniture was dragged off the street. The couch in front of the fireplace looked clean, but the cushions were a bit raggedy. The table in the dining room stood well enough, though the legs look ready to collapse. Regardless of the condition the house was in, Maurice and his aunt lived the best they could in this place.
Maurice moved on towards the kitchen, where his aunt was cooking something.
"Hello, Auntie." He said.
She turned to his with a smile, her apron dirty with what looked like dough.
"Welcome back, Maurice!" She smiled warmly.
She had auburn hair and green eyes, wore an apron over a black skirt and brown shirt, and a bit of flour stuck to her face.
"You're just in time!" She declared happily, wiping the flour from her face. "The cake is almost done!"
Using a pair of oven mitts, she pulled the cake out of the oven and decorated it with frosting, with Maurice's help.
The cake itself was fair sized with red, blue and white icing, with the words 'Happy Birthday Maurice' sprayed on the top with green icing, and had the number eleven candle lit on top.
"Go ahead, dear." She smiled warmly. "Blow out your candles."
Maurice closed his eyes, quietly made a wish and blow out the candles.
"So, what did you wish for?" She asked.
"If I told you, it wouldn't come true." Maurice smiled a bit, looking up at his aunt.
The two ate the cake in peace. After they cleaned up, Maurice went to bed early, only his wish in his mind…
All he wanted was to be normal.
A few hours later…
Maurice's aunt sat in the living room, the fireplace alit, as she was knitting a sweater, sighing to herself.
After her sister had taken her own life in front of her own child, Sarah had done her best to look after Maurice, to make sure he was given a stable childhood, but the other kids are always there to cause him some amount of grief. Making fun of him for being poor, mocking him for his issues, the list goes on.
She only wanted him to have a happy life.
"Ah, good evening, Sarah."
She jumped a little and turned around, quite shocked by who she saw.
Maurice tossed and turned in his bed, before finally sitting up with a sigh, unable to fall asleep, then stood up and looked out the window at the night sky, gazing at the stars above.
He continued to stare at the stars, until he heard the voice of his aunt and the voice of what sounded like an elder man coming from the other room.
Curious, Maurice moved towards the door, opening it slowly, then walked down the hall and peaked around the corner, seeing his aunt speaking to a much older man who had a beard that reached down to his waist. He wore robes with blue-gray colors, and he sat in a nearby chair, while Sarah sat on the couch.
"I trust that Maurice is doing well?" The old man asked.
"He's doing well so far." Sarah nodded. "Though it's been impossible to find a school that could accept him."
Maurice wondered what she meant by that. School? Has she been trying to find a school to give him proper education?
"What about the Japanese school?" The old man asked. "Did they visit?"
"Yes, but as soon as they looked at him, they refused." Sarah shooked her head. "Said they don't want a…a…abomination in their school."
Hearing the word 'abomination' on its own made Maurice feel uneasy. How can these people from this school call him such a thing without even knowing him? Judging him for something he has no control of?
"Well, perhaps he could attend Hogwarts instead?" The old man suggested. "We would be more than happy to welcome him with open arms."
"Are you sure?" Sarah raised a brow in suspicion. "How do I know he won't be treated worse than he already has been here?"
"I can assure you that he will be well looked after." The old man smiled, with a twinkle in his eye. "We have professors who will treat him just like our other students; with equality and respect."
Maurice wasn't sure what kind of school this old man was talking about. What kind of school? In or out of state? What kind of people are there?
Sarah sighed and stared at the fire for a moment, unsure if what to think.
"I assure you that I will look well after him personally." The old man assured. "I will make sure that he will learn to control his gift."
Gift? What kind of gift is this man talking about?
Before Maurice could think further, the old man took notice of him and smiled.
"Ah, there he is now."
Maurice slid away behind the corner, shy.
"It's okay, Maurice." Sarah assured, beckoning him over. "He's a friend."
Still a bit cautious, Maurice walked over to them, sitting with his aunt and getting a good look at the old man.
"Maurice, this man used to know your mother, a long time ago." Sarah explained. "They were…friends."
"It's good to finally meet you, young man." The old man said with a smile. "I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Wizardry?" Maurice repeated, curiously.
With a nod, Dumbledore pulled out a wand and, with a flick, created a blue energy that spiraled around the tip of the wand, before bursting into a flock of blue butterflies, much to Maurice's awe and amazement, watching as the butterflies flew around the room, one of them landing on his small finger, then flew back with the rest.
As the butterflies faded away, Maurice looked at Dumbledore with a massive grin on his face.
"What was that?!"
"That, my child," The old wizard chuckled, putting away his wand. "Is a special gift called 'magic'."
Maurice couldn't help but feel so excited about what he had witnessed, bouncing up and down in his seat, earning a chuckle from his aunt.
"Magic is a powerful gift," Dumbledore explained. "Sometimes, too powerful. Such power comes with responsibility." He held out his hands. "Many people possess this power, be it a pureblood, half-blood, or muggleborn, anyone with the potential can become a powerful wizard. Or witch." He gave Maurice a smile. "Would you like to see if you have the potential?"
Nodding, Maurice placed his own hands atop Dumbledore's, palms side up, and cupped them. Concentrating a bit, he could feel a bit of magic manifest his hands, as if something was about to take shape, but at that moment, nothing happened, and the magic vanished, leaving Maurice a bit crestfallen.
"It's okay." Dumbledore reassured him. "It takes time to fully master ones magical abilities. Just try again and concentrate."
Maurice nodded and, with a bit of confidence, focused again, feeling the magic manifest in his hands once again, then, finally, the magic manifested into the shape of an orb.
Maurice couldn't believe what he was seeing. He was performing actual magic!
Even Sarah was amazed by this.
"You're doing great." Dumbledore said, stepping back a bit and getting on his knees. "Now, throw it over here."
Maurice did as asked, throwing the orb over to Dumbledore, who caught it in his hands, before throwing it back, a little fun throwing back and forth between them, Maurice actually enjoying it. Sarah couldn't help but smile at this.
After a bit more back and forth, the orb finally disappeared.
"You seem like a natural, Maurice." Dumbledore smiled. "How would you like to come to Hogwarts and master this gift?"
"Really?" Maurice said in awe.
"Given proper training, you can be made into a great wizard." Dumbledore nodded. "That is, if your aunt approves."
"You're certain he will be treated better there?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die." Dumbledore promised
Sarah looked at Maurice, who gave her the biggest smile he can give, hoping she would let him, then she looked back to Dumbledore and sighed.
"Very well, I allow it."
Maurice couldn't help but jump for joy, utterly excited.
"Hooray!" He beamed happily. "I can't wait! I have to tell Adrian!"
And with that, he dashed to his room; Sarah simply chuckled, while Dumbledore stood there slightly confused.
"He was referring to an imaginary friend, Albus." Sarah explained. "Ever since his mother died, he always had this pretend friend to help cope with his loneliness."
"I think I understand." Dumbledore nodded, then turned to her. "Well then, I suppose I should go then."
"Is there specific school supplies we should get?" Sarah asked. "Like textbooks, pencils-"
"Oh I already have a list of necessary items." The old wizard assured. "We can begin our shopping tomorrow. Then we head for the trains the day after."
"That would be great." Sarah smiled, before frowning. "But I expect you to look after him and ensure his steady education. If anything happens to him…"
"I promise to look after him, as if he were my own son." Dumbledore swore. "You have my word."
And with that, Dumbledore exited the house closing the door behind him, then sighed.
'Perhaps it's best if I visit Kiru.' He thought to himself, as he made to walk.
He didn't get very far though, when he noticed, through the window of the house, Maurice was standing in front of a mirror, looking as though he were talking with someone.
Curious, the old wizard approached window and looked, seeing Maurice talk to his reflection, and what he saw was something he scarcely saw in years.
Not only was Maurice's reflection not mimicking his movements, but it also looked different; pale skin, jet black hair and dark red eyes.
'How curios…' He thought to himself, stroking his beard. 'Perhaps I should see Kiru after all.'
He walked on a short distance, before apparating from sight.
And here's the first chapter! I hope you guys find it to your liking; this is something different from what I normally do. This story is also gonna focus on a heavy topic, split personality disorder. As we all know, mental health is a very serious issue and should not be taken lightly. Also, I'm gonna do my best to progress the characters in this story as best I can, so some things may be different. Anyways, Huge thanks to my friend, Shain of Ireland for encouraging me to give this story a go, go check out her stories and show some love. Anyways, have a good day, and don't forget to review!