Chapter One

Magic = Insane?

Charles "Chazz" Logan, was at first glance your typical Tween. He adored video games, high fantasy novels, football, playing outside, and annoying his two older sisters. However, he was also an extremely unusual boy, he had a genius level IQ, was a prodigy with electronics, and was a wizard. Never mind he had only found out the last bit a few short weeks ago, or that he was still half convinced he was on the worlds greatest episode of Punked, in a coma, or somehow hallucinating. He Chazz, was on the Hogwarts Express, a glorious red steam engine, on his way to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. He smiled confident that today was going to be one of the best days of his life, he felt like nothing in the world could go wrong.

A rapidly opened door promptly hit him in the face.

…

four weeks earlier

Chazz sorted through the days mail. He had just returned from school, and had dutifully emptied the mailbox as always.

"Bill, Junkmail, Bill, Bill, Letter from a private high school, bill." He tossed the bills into one pile for his parents to look through when they got off work. The junk went into the fireplace to serve as tinder, and the rest was tossed aside to be re-sorted.

A thick creme coloured envelope caught his attention. It was likely a private school vying for his attention. They had been clamoring after him since his Sats scores had allowed him to take a few GCE A level's early.

The letter was addressed in thin delicate green pen:

Mr. Charles Logan

9 Birds Hill Rd,

Oxshott,

LEATHERHEAD

KT23 0SW

The third bedroom of the east wing

That was unexpected and extremely creepy. How did they know what bedroom he was in. There was no return address, and the school seal was unfamiliar to him. He'd never heard of a 'Hogwarts' before, and the moto that snaked around the seal was mental. Why any school would use 'do not tickle sleeping dragons' and their words in Latin was beyond him. Perhaps there had been an unfortunate typo.

Chazz delicately opened the letter, after all, strange as it was, it was a beautiful envelope of good heavy weight paper, and it would be shame to waste it.

The top of the inner letter read

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WICHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Chazz promptly tossed the obvious prank letter in the recycling bin, and thought no more of it.

The next day, ten copies of the letter arrived. All perfectly identical. All ten were thrown away. The day after that, nearly forty arrived.

Chazz was beginning to be very very annoyed. This had begun to feel suspiciously like harassment. Someone, who knew where he lived was sending him dozens of prank letters.

It confused him that they were using such obviously expensive paper, as well as handwriting the letters. Whoever, 'Minerva McGonagall' was she was spending an awful lot of effort on this prank.

On day four. No letters arrived. Chazz figured whoever was behind it must have moved on.

He quickly finished his homework, and sat down to play a quick online match of Halo. Just as the game loaded up and the match began a heavy knock sounded on the door.

"What the? Game just bleedin loaded." Grumbling, Chazz moved to the heavy oaken door and opened it.

A tall stern looking woman in what looked to be a cross between a dress and a bathrobe with a tall conical hat with a wide brim that looked like something right off a Halloween Card.

"Mr. Logan, I am deputy headmistress McGonagall from the-" she didn't get to finish her sentence as he had already slammed the door shut, and threw the deadbolt. He searched desperately in his pockets for his phone. His mystery stalker was here!

A ominous click echoed through the entry hall. The door opened, silently which slightly ruined the mood, because it really should have creaked open for ominousness.

"Get back! I'll call the police!" Chazz shouted, "also how did you unlock that door?"

The stern woman sighed. Her thin lips pressed in a small frown. "I am a witch, Mr. Logan"

We should be running! Like right now! Chazz' self preservation instinct yelled at him.

But what if she really is a witch? His curiosity argued back.

"Oh yeah? Prove it!" Chazz' curiosity won the day.

A slender rod of wood flicked forward and Chazz Levites of the ground.

Panic filled him as he rose higher into the air, he stopped halfway up to the impressive vaulted celling.

"Okay, okay you're a witch you're a witch I believe you put me down now!" Chazz howled with terror. He hated heights with a passion, to the point were he got vertigo on second story balconies.

"Did you not receive your letter?" McGonagall asked? One eyebrow raised quizzically.

Chazz rubbed the back of his neck, a warm blush spreading across his cheeks. "Erm…well…I did. I just threw them away. All I found when I googled them was some freaky pictures of pigs I didn't ever need to see."

"Google-" McGonagall began, "-never mind. I have one here." She handed him another letter.

…

Two weeks and an impromptu magic demonstration later, Chazz was standing awestruck in the middle of the largest magical shopping district in Britain. Diagon Alley was breath taking. Throngs of people in their robes and conical hats crowded the street. Chazz looked down at the supply list in his hand.

Uniform

Three Sets of Plain Work Robes (Black)

One Plain Pointed Hat (Black) for day wear

One Pair of Protective Gloves (dragon hide or similar)

One Winter Cloak (Black, silver fastenings)

Please note that all student's clothes should carry name-tags at all times.

Books

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

Other Equipment

1 Wand

1 Cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set of glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set of brass scales

Students may also bring an Owl OR a Cat OR a Toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.

Frankly, he had absolutely no idea where he was going to get any of the items. For close to the twelfth time that day he was glad that Professor McGonagall was with him. After a quick trip to Gringotts the wizarding bank to exchange pounds for galleons, the quest for school supplies began. It was mostly un eventful, except for a small argument about how the conical hats were imbecilic and resembled muggle dunce caps. Aside from that, the last stop was the one that Chazz was most confused about. Olivander's wand shop was cramped and dusty, every available centimeter of space was crammed with slender boxes.

An old man hurried to greet them.

"Ah! He clapped his hands in glee. A muggle born! No parents wands to start from. We must search from intuition." As he spoke a tape measure began to take Chazz's measurements.

Chazz still couldn't get over the fact that there was real magic going on.

"Hmm" Olivander mused. "Perhaps yew. Eleven inches. Unicorn hair Swishy"

Chazz tried the picked up the thin stick.

"Give it a swish." Olivander urged.

Chazz complied, and the wand shot angry sparks.

"Not that one."

Olivander selected another wand. "Mahogany, nine inches dragon heart string resilient"

This time, a flurry of beautiful red sparks surged from the wands tip.

Chazz really was a wizard.

…

In the present. Chazz moaned, and gripped his head, which was now ringing with pain. He was flat on his back on top of his luggage looking up at two red haired boys with freckles. As his vision cleared, he realized it was just one freckled boy, he'd been seeing double.

"Oy! Sorry mate! Name's Ron. Ron Weasley."

Authors Note:

This is the first re-written chapter, it doesn't quite line up with the rest of the story yet, but as more chapters are fixed, this will improve. Please, feel free to review with criticisms comments, questions, ideas, or anything else. Thank you wonderful readers.

-Azreal

P.S.

I obviously don't own Harry potter.