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August 28, 2004

Lightning split the sky in a thousand cracks of light. Thunder rumbled, deep and fierce. Feet slapped on the pavement as William ran home during one of the worst storms he had ever known in his 18 years. Lightning flashes again, rain pouring down in an torrent of water onto the small town of Lofty Pines.

August 28, 1991

Dumbledore looked up from his desk in surprise. Surely the oscilloscope wasn't meant to make that noise. He glanced over at the manometer, which was swinging wildly. The room lit up, as the storm raging outside Hogwarts sent another bolt of lightning towards Hogwarts, only to disappear upon contact with the weather barrier. There was always perfect weather at Hogwarts, but this particular storm worried Dumbledore. It had a touch too much magic mingling with the rain.

William turned the corner at a dead sprint. The rain made it nearly impossible not to slip over, but he had managed. Lightning lit up the sky again, and William was hoping the copies of the Harry Potter books he had in his backpack weren't getting too wet. They were his favourite books after all. William felt a tension in the air and saw electrical charges jump from metal poles to puddles of water and back again. The pressure grew until William was almost unable to bare it, sinking to his knees. He looked up as a bolt of energy lanced down from the dark clouds and struck him, turning the world white.

Dumbledore's instruments surged as energy ran rampant through the room. He held an arm in front of his face to block the light as a bolt of energy pierced the wards Dumbledore had place in Hogwarts and lanced into his office. When the light faded, Dumbledore saw a boy, no more than 11 years old lying facedown on the floor. Dumbledore flinched as a small instrument in the corner of the room went 'ding', letting the headmaster know another Magical child had been added to the Hogwarts roster.

As William stirred towards consciousness, he heard several voices.

"...but Albus, who is this child?" It was a woman's voice.

And older man spoke softly, "I do not know, Poppy. He is not a muggle though. He is to start his schooling here at the start of term, at least until we know who he is for certain."

"As you wish, Albus."

The voices faded away as sleep once again claimed him.