In northern Scotland far away so no one could see stood a castle, not just any castle but a castle like no other. This castle is huge with a large lake beside, dark forest behind and a small village with a train station down the road. Why is this castle so special you might ask? There are a lot of castles in Scotland. This castle is so special because it is used for education, but before you ask me why is that so different from others. I can tell you that this education I speak about is far from any education you received in you life. The castle is a castle used by wizards and witched to school their young.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is the name and as you can see or maybe not because you are a muggle a non-magical person there are no students there at this time. We are here on July twenty-ninth and there is no school during the summer and only a couple professors stay behind to get things ready for a new year.
An office in the tallest tower guarded by a stone statue of a gargoyle stood an old man, the headmaster of the school in fact. He had a long white beard, moon shaped glasses and blue robes with stars on them. The professor Albus Dumbledore, one of the most powerful wizards of the day stood there at two o'clock in the morning watching his phoenix Falwks sleep while being in deep thought. Falwks has been with the headmaster for over one hundred years being a confidant, a friend and a defender of all that is good.
Why is the headmaster in such deep thought you ask? Well he has a problem, and it could change the entire world. The headmaster was thinking of a time about fifteen years ago during the first war of Voldemort. The Dark Lord Voldemort wanted something, something that could help him gain more power. He wanted a Family dead, a Family that had more power that the Dark Lord had and ever would. Voldemort came to kill them through the betrayal of a close friend he broke through the wards and killed the father James Potter; James had messy black hair and round shape glasses. The Dark Lord then went upstairs to kill the mother Lily that had red hair and smooth silk like skin. Before he could she put a protection spell on her one year old son so that when she died the boy would live no matter what happened. When the Dark Lord turned to kill the black haired boy after he killed his parents, he wasn't able to. The spell that Voldemort used backfired and shot at him instead while the only thing that the boy got was a scar shaped as a lightning bolt.
As the rubble cleared at the Potter house Godric Hollow a Woman with black hair dressed like a queen entered the seen to see a boy sit there in a crib waiting to be fed. With tears in her eyes she picked up the baby and started to leave when an old man came in.
"Albus why are you here" the woman said as she was grabbing some toys that the young boy owned.
Albus stood there and trying to think of what to say without causing an argument, "I am here for the child Angelica; you know it is best if he comes with me".
"Why is that old man, Just because his father didn't want to rule doesn't mean that he wont"! The woman said in her I am royalty you must listen voice.
"I know this must be tough for you with your only child dead but the boy must live with his aunt and learn to be humble and thankful for what he has" he said hoping that his desperate excuse would pass for a good reason. For Albus knew that the Dark Lord wasn't dead, anything that inhuman couldn't die with a regular killing curse. The Wizzarding world needed the boy, needed him to save them all for when Voldemort returned, it would be more deadly and tragic then the world had ever seen.
"His aunt is a muggle how can she help him if he can not control his powers?" Angelica said remembering about how James was when he was young and how he use to always disappear and pop on the roof of the Palace almost falling off.
Albus smiled knowing that he had convinced her and she was just worried but he had an answer for that "The boy will boy fine his aunt thinks he a wizard so she will expect some stuff and we just blame it on that and also she lost her husband two years go to a heart attack I believe that taking care of a child will do them both good."
"Fine, but I will give him till he is eleven years old and come and get him. If there is anything wrong with him then someone will have to pay!"
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Ten years went by and at Hogwarts Angelica Potter appeared to Albus Dumbledore one more time. "Why did my grandson receive a letter to this school he is to come with me?" the beautiful woman said "You promised that when he turned eleven I would be able to take him with no trouble"
Albus looked at the black haired woman with a sympathetic smile "Angelica, I was just thinking that he should learn Wizzarding magic"
"Why would I want him to do that that, it is an abomination to our culture and beliefs?" Angelica said with an air of disgust in her voice.
"Wizzarding magic is not an abomination it is just different but wouldn't it be good for the boy to learn other magic so when it come time to rule he would be able to sympathize with the 'lower' magic users?" Albus just stood waiting for an answer to his question pleased with himself for coming up with an excuse this time so fast knowing that if he mentioned the boy ruling that it would lean the woman to his way of thinking.
"I do not think Wizzarding magic is an abomination but I do feel that a person should be given the opportunity to tone all of his or her powers. If my grandson goes to this school he will not even scratch the surface of his abilities and that is just not right."
"His father went to this school and he turned out to be a great student and person." The headmaster said hoping that mentioning her son would not upset her.
"My son was allowed to go here because of his father but he his dead Merlin bless his soul. If I had my way he would have stayed with me and not gotten himself killed and what about Voldemort I know you don't believe he is dead, I happen to agree with you on that point. What happens when The Dark Lord comes back for revenge?" Angelica said on the verge of yelling at the old man.
Albus knew that safety was a big thing for her and with good reason but he would have to reassure her somehow. "He will be safe here and at his home, the sacrifice that his mother made took care of that because if he stays with someone that has the same blood than no harm can befall him and his aunt wouldn't let anything happen to him muggle or no muggle she would protect him with her life you seen how mush she loves the boy. The wards at the school are also just as powerful so when he is here he can't come to harm."
Angelica stood there for a good five minutes before responding. "His full powers will awaken on his sixteenth birthday. I will be back two days before to bring him to his true home and you must have him ready; I will not stand for anymore excuses he will come with me!" Dumbledore just nodded and watched the woman leave.
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"Dumbledore!" a beautiful woman yelled, the woman had long black hair flowing down to her waist she was wearing a blue robe with silver trimming matching diamond earrings. On the collar of her robes the stood in plain view six jewels each a different colour.
The headmaster turned after loosing his train of and bringing him back to the present hoping he can convince the woman once more time to let the young Potter stay. "Angelica, What a pleasure; to what do I owe this great honor to."
Angelica stood there shocked not believing that the man would try some again. "You know what, my grandson turns sixteen in two days; he is to come with me at this time."
"Is it not possible if we could wait till he is out of school? Dumbledore said sounding more desperate then ever. "He has friends and a life here; it would be nice if he could finish his education he worked so hard for."
All of a sudden a wind stared to blow dangerously around the office and the castle started to shake. Albus looked over at the being in front of him it wasn't Angelica any more. It was but it wasn't, her hair was longer and was white as the colour of a unicorn blowing freely against the wind. She also had a pair of pure white feathered wings six feet long on each side of her back slowly flapping making her hover two feet in the air. Her eyes were blazing with fire waiting to attack also in her right hand she held a staff you could tell was not made from any ordinary wood but from a magical substance. On top of the staff floating two inches above was a crystal made up from the jewels on her former robe. This was not angelica no this was an angel.
There was a loud booming voice coming from the angel but her lips were not moving. "This all you fault Albus, I came to you when my son died wanting to take him then but you convinced me to let him stay with his mothers sister so he could grow up humble. Then I came to you when he was eleven but once again you fooled me into letting him stay to learn lower forms of magic to gain respect for others. Now he will be sixteen in two days and I will be taking him with me tomorrow and that is final."
"Albus stood there stunned out of his mind as the castle stood still, the wind stopped blowing and the Angel turned back to Angelica. "How can you take him away from his friends and family the ones who love him and been there for him all these years." The headmaster said cautiously not wanting to anger the woman again.
"Don't tell me what I already know, he is going to be hurt I know that but it is for the best." Angelica said with s sorry look on her face knowing full well that the man in font of her loves her grandson.
"I love him like he was my own son, I won't let him go." With that said a tear fell from his face not knowing when or how his feelings changed from caring deeply for the boy to love a father had for a son.
"I know, I know I appreciate everything you have done for him but I have to take him tomorrow to prepare him for what is about to happen; it won't be easy and might me painful. That is why he must come with me and not stay for two more years. It will be a change in his body that he will not understand like the others his age. They grew up being told what will happen to them he will only have one day to prepare."
"But…"
"I can do this for you, I will let him say good bye to his family and friends and let him keep the memories of this world instead of erasing them like I should."
Albus frowned knowing he lost this battle. "I guess I can not stop you from this, so I will get everything arranged for his leave so his aunt and friends can say good-bye."
"Thank you Albus for understanding, he will be alright." She said watching a the headmaster wave his wand to pick up all the papers of the floor from her earlier episode of anger and start writing letters to certain people that her grandson felt close to.
'I hope he likes me and someday love me like he loves the people in his life.' She thought with the hint of jealousy. 'Like me or not he will become ruler like his grandfather was and his father should have been, that is no question.'