It was a cold, stormy night in the usually crowded Diagon Alley, today though, only a few wizards and witches roamed the old worn cobblestone streets, and they all appeared to be adults. Though, if you looked closer, you would have seen a small boy, with dirt, sweat, and other disgusting things plastered not only to his face, but his entire body. Don't worry about overlooking the boy, he was quite used to it, and it came as second nature to him now. How the boy got there you ask? Well, bookmark whatever your reading this on, pop a bag of popcorn, get a butterbeer, and prepare to be amazed.
Nicolas and Perenelle Flamel walked down the crowded streets of Diagon Alley, admiring the beautiful shops that sold every type of knick knack, and the more proper shops that sold robes, and other wizarding attire, that only people in the middle to higher class could purchase. Their walk was interrupted by a boy, who looked like any other rug rat that lived in the muck and grime of sewers, and other disgusting places that provided at least a little warmth, and comfort. However, as Nicolas was a quite capable wizard and sensing wizard's auras had become a second nature to him, he realized that this typical rug rat was not typical at all, and his core was bursting with power, even at his young age, which Flamel estimated to be around 8-9. Nicolas pulled on Perenelle arm to get her to stop. "Perenelle, that boy, sense his aura." Perenelle did as Nicolas asked, and looked at Nicolas in shock, as she too recognized this boys potential to be a very powerful wizard, and with the proper grooming, the second coming of Albus Dumbledore, although that was a stretch.
So they approached the boy, and offered him a home, where he would not have to live in literal shit for a hope of warmth, and where he could have plentiful food, as well as love. The boy, obviously not being an idiot accepted.
FIVE YEARS LATER
"Father, why do I have to go Hogwarts, they were obviously okay with me being homeschooled for the first three years of my education." Harry questioned to his father, who also seemed quite irrigated. "Well, as I have already told you multiple times Harrison, the Ministry passed a new act that requires all wizards that were born in, or currently live in the boundaries of the British magic lines, who are between ages 11-18 to go to Hogwarts for a proper education." Nicolas said with an irate huff that showed that Harry was being quite insufferable about this. "They obviously don't know what proper education is, and that you are the epitome of that and you're the reason I have become the Wizard I have become." Harry said. That statement was exactly true, as Harry had what seemed like a limitless core, even at his ripe age of 14, just like it was with many other wizards that had the core that Harry had, containing, and controlling those cores was very difficult. It even made some wizards look less powerful than the average wizard. Another difficult side effect of monstrous cores was that if put in the right situation, where stress was very high such as a Death Eater attack in the Great War, that a simple Stupefy would turn into something as powerful as a killing spell, and the wizards who kept casting, would soon deplete their immense core in a few spells and die of exhaustion, or be so exhausted that any wizard would simply have to cast a stunning spell, and they would be killed. Harry, though, had already mastered the difficult process of controlling his core with the help of his adoptive father. That was something that would have never been accomplished in an institution such as Hogwarts, where the majority of students was the focus, and not one student that seemed below par. Harry even guessed there was multiple children in Hogwarts that were just like him, but didn't have someone there to recognize the greatness that resided in them. Harrys attention soon came back to his father, you will leave August 8th, and go to Platform 9 3/4, the train station resides in the capital, London, and a train will take you Hogwarts, and there you will do your best, and make the people there realize your greatness, the greatness imbeciles such as Albus Dumbledoor looked over. Nicolas all but ordered his son. Harry once again, sighed, and got ready to pack, as it was August 5th and he would rather not have to wait to do it on the night before.
Harry waved goodbye to his parents, and climbed on the train with a once annoyed look, one that was well deserved as multiple children were ramming into him to try and get on the train, and see their friends as quickly as possible. He eventually made it onto the train, and found the first empty cabin he could and threw his entire luggage on the floor. He leaned his head on the cool glass of the cabin window, absorbed in his own thoughts, that a rather chubby faced boy that tapped Harry on the shoulder interrupted peaceful silence, "would you mind if I sat here, all the other cabins are quite full." The boy said. Harry nodded, and tried to get back into his thoughts, until the chubby boy, once again broke the peaceful silence. "My name is Neville Longbottom, I haven't seen you before, did the new Ministry act pull you into this? Harry nodded, and introduced himself as Harrison Nicolas Flamel. The chubby boy said "Nice to meet you, I'll leave you alone now." Harry thanked him for that and sat the rest of the very long train ride in silence, only stopping his thinking to read books or sleep. After twelve hours, they arrived at a very large, ancient but beautiful building. The majority of the school rode carriages to the school, which was pulled by brilliant white skeletal horses, while some younger students rode a large number of dangerous looking old boats. When they arrived in the castle, the Headmaster Albus Dumbledoor greeted everyone inside, and asked the first years to come to the front when he called their name, so they could be sorted into their respective houses. Harry mostly tuned out the pattern of short silence and short applause as each child was sorted. Once all of the first years were sorted, Dumbledoor then asked for the students who were affected by the Ministries law, to come forward as well, and patiently waited until the Headmaster said, "Harry James Potter." Whispering voices came out as a drone of noise as friends muttered to each other, that boy died a long time ago, no child could survive by themselves at the age of nine. Of course, no one stepped forward and that drone of noise accepted the fact that magic had made a mistake. Directly after that, the Headmaster asked for Harrison Flamel, and he made his way to the front of the room. He sat on the worn stool, and other item was placed on his head. "Well, well, well, Harrison James Potter, how surprised I am to see you, I, and the rest of the wizarding world assumed you to be dead. Well, onto the topic at hand. I see your not much of a Lion like your brother, more cunning, but also not a manipulator, so that rules out Slytherin, and everyone knows that Puffs are just the leftovers, so that leaves RAVENCLAW," the hat shouted out to the masses of students. Harry made his way over to the Ravenclaw table, sat down, and started to eat.
However, at the front of the room after the sorting had finished, a man that some called the greatest wizard of all time, Albus Dumbledoor thought to himself. "Magic never makes mistakes."
Well, that was chapter uno, and I know that not much action happened but it was pretty much essential for the plot, and where I want to take this story. For all of you asking why everyone wasn't in awe at the name of Flamel you have to remember that Harry and Hermione had to look up Flamel to even recognize the name, so it isn't very common. I would appreciate a review if your on the story, hate, love it, leave a review and give me a piece of your mind.
