Hello all, this idea just came into me while I was watching football, taking a break from all those college applications. I just had to write it down, so bear with me. I do not own any Harry Potter characters save the plot of this story and some of the OC's. I do not own Manchester United, any conversation made is purely fictional.

Prologue: Rising Star

The lights shone brightly in Old Trafford in Greater Manchester, England. A crowd of over fifty thousand were cheering and bellowing loudly for the Red Devils. The match, Manchester United versus Leicester City was about to kick off. While the crowds were pumping up the atmosphere, a certain black haired green eye teenager was sitting in the United locker room amidst many players, garbed in the symbolic Red that was Manchester United along with white shorts and knee length black socks. His face was chalk white and his hands curled into knuckles, it was to be his debut for the Red Devils.

"Hey Parker, you alright mate?" Sixteen-year-old Evan Parker looked up and saw club legend and captain Roy Keane with a stoic expression on his face. He nodded; subconsciously feeling the movement was making him even sicker.

"Just play your game." With that the Manchester United skipper returned to tying his cleats. Taking out a silver cross necklace from underneath his jersey, Evan began to feel his anxiety slowlyfading away. The necklace was from the nun who worked at the orphanage he came from.

"Ready kiddo?" A man in his late thirties with neat short brown hair said in a deep rich voice.

"Evan!" Nine-year-old Evan with unruly black hair with a black backpack on one shoulder turned back at the orphanage to see an old yet smiling woman garbed in a black habit standing not far from him. Today was his day of being adopted, he could see out from the corner of his eye two slightly older, tall brunette girls, along with a kind hearted looking woman in her early-mid thirties looking at him adoringly.

"Yes, m'am?"

"Take out your hand." With that, the nun reached into her pocket and placed something cold and shiny into the boy's small hand. Evan opened his palm and his eyes had confusion in them, looking up with his large green eyes.

Mother Elizabeth smiled before saying, "You've finally achieve your goal, to show the world that anyone could be great. Though you might be leaving, the Lord, this orphanage and I will always be with you."

Tears started rolling down the boy's cheeks as he embraced the woman that he had always seen as his mother. He had never knew who his real parents were, what was even stranger was that no one even knew how he got to the orphanage. Then heavily, he released himself from her embrace one last time and with a heavy heart began to walk away.

Evan's moment of thought was broken as his boss, Alex Ferguson strode into the locker room bringing a wave of confidence and utmost intimation along with him. Immediately, the locker room quieted and every pair of eyes turned towards the gaffer.

"Lads, this is the first game of the season, just play like we did in training, pressure them and look out for each other." Roy Keane then gave his intense pep talk, a tradition started since the former Nottingham Forest player became skipper. As the players walked out of the locker room, Evan found his manager waiting for him outside.

"Nervous?" Evan could only nod, his face was even paler than when he was inside the locker room.

"Play to your strengths, use your pace, speed, technique, you'll be doing it without knowing it."

"Thanks, boss." Evan said, his mind playing back all the training he had and everything he did to make this day possible. Taking his place in the line between Ryan Giggs and David Beckham, who just merely placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and nodded. Evan nodded back and his hands curled into fists as both teams began to walk out the tunnel.

As soon as he came out of the tunnel, Evan found himself surrounded by the cheers and loud bellowing of fifty thousand fans. He gulped loudly as he followed Giggs and joined the line, facing the bright lights of Old Trafford. The cheering, if it was possible, became deafening. "This is it." Evan thought as he shook the hands of the Leicester City players, before shaking the hands of the referee and the two assistant referees.

As both teams took their positions, Gary Neville and his twin Phil came over to Evan, who was stretching and gave him some words of encouragement and two high fives. United had picked a 4-5-1 formation, with the die hard Roy Keane in the middle, Evan and Paul Scholes on both sides of him, Beckham and Giggs took the wing, leaving experienced and former Tottenham striker Teddy Sheringham in front.

The referee blew his whistle, signaling the start of the match. Giggs immediately passed the ball to Evan who controlled it and dribbled past two players before sending it to Beckham on the right who, despite all the jeering from every fan in the stadium due to his sending off in 1998 World Cup, whipped it into the box with his trademark banana cross. Sheringham accurately headed the cross into the top left corner of the goal, only to be denied by the keeper.

The Leicester City keeper then punted the ball up field and United, with their defense exposed in the left were quickly down one-nil after the United defense failed to disable the opposing cross. The game quickly restarted, but luck seemed to be on Leicester City's side as their shots failed to beat the Leicester goalkeeper.

Then after the break, after a fuming rant from Alex Ferguson, Evan received a pass from Scholes twenty yards away from the opposing goal just outside the D and seeing an opening, unleashed a fast curling shot that curved around a Leicester defender and the outstretched glove of the keeper. As soon as the ball hit the net, the United supporters' cheering filled the evening air of Old Trafford. Evan could barely believe what was happening until club captain Roy Keane pulled the youngster into a tight grip with the other players joining in with shouts of joy and congratulations to the youngest player on the team.

After finally acknowledging what had just happened, Evan's face split into a wide grin, as he was released from the grip of his teammates, he ran towards the bench and embraced the manager, who returned it along with a ruffle to his hair. "Good on you lad. Well done." Alex Ferguson said before ushering him back to the field.

Evan pointed his index finger towards the United fans and mouthed "For you." With new confidence, United and Evan began their attack and not before long, they got another, this time through Sheringham as the striker received a straight, slicing pass from Evan, scored on a simple one on one with the opposing goalkeeper. They held on then to a 2-1 lead until the final whistle, the United fans were ecstatic, though the score line should have been a bigger margin, they got the three points.

Evan was applauding the fans for their support when suddenly, Gary Neville and Ryan Giggs appeared next to him and handed him the match ball. No words were needed as Evan took it and smiled his thanks. Then he took out the silver cross necklace from underneath his jersey and kissed it. "This was just the beginning." Little did he know what fate had in store for him.