Beginning A/N This story is an idea that I just recently realized, I plan on it going through all 7 years of him being in Hogwarts, Including most of the Summers. And don't think I will give up after 1 year because I ran out of ideas, as long as I have one loyal reader, I will continue. which I already have, from the way it looks. Had to edit the format, because when I uploaded the document, it completely obliterated the form of the file.
Disclaimer I don't own Harry Potter and it's Universe, but I do in fact own the original characters. Don't take them or I'll send Mr. T and the A-team after you... that and a squad of ninja. ninja with... swords.
Wednesday, March 21, 2004.
It was a bright day in Leeds, where a House lay on forty-eight Hilkins avenue.
"Happy Birthday, William!"
The sound came loud out of the front window of the home, which had a germanic style to it. It's shudders of brown were blowuing peacefully in the summer wind
A blonde woman with big, blue eyes thrust out a box wrapped in elaborate green and blue paper. The child, who was rather small with short, dark-brown hair, gleefully took the box and read the label.
"From: Mum and Dad"
"To: Our son."
He smiled brightly revealing several missing teeth in his front.
"Dad will be back from his trip next summer!" She squealed excitedly.
He squealed in glee and tore the package until it revealed a toy, but he was too busy staring at the picture on top of it. It was a picture of a Dark-brown haired man, with a distinguished patch of hair on his chin. He laden in tan camouflage, holding a rifle up to his shoulder, and he was standing next to a sign that was printed in a strange language he had never seen before.Williams eyes started to tear up, like it did whenever he saw his dad's picture.
"Don't worry, He'll be home before you know it, Will."
Some years later...
The day was dark and was somewhat dreary, having seen snow almost continually for the past 3 months, But in Barking, Greater London, The atmostphere was warmer...
"Stop thief!"
Running down the street, a small, frail-looking, dark-brown haired child in rags carrying a small pouch, followed closely by a skinny balding white-haired man, in a white apron. He had a bad feeling about this. I mean, This could be the end, for all he knew. But he needed food, sweet nourishment. He had been going hungry for days. Days and nights of knowing there will never be hope. Dumpsters were empty around his home to the south, past the river. He could not stand it anymore. He just had to rely on means that involve taking what does not belong to him.
"Damn it! Get back here before I string you up by your ears!" The child knew that was a lie. He had stolen bread from that baker, He wasn't just going to walk up, take the bread, and go away. He was going to either physically hurt him, or turn him over to the police and let them have a go at him. Or even both, which means there is no stopping between here and haven.
The sound of the Screaming man slowly faded away as he made his way though the alleyway.
There was a loud banging noise around the corner, and at an instant an younger police officer with a thin goatee appeared from the street, and grabbed the child's collar to bring him up to eye level.
"Thi' Yer funny, eh kid?" He bellowed in an accent. as he held the boy up to the wall. The child let out a loud yell. "I tol' ya never to come 'round here again!"
"Let me go!" the frail urchin yelled, struggling against the officer's grip. The officer laughed hollowly.
"Nah, I reckon' I'll take ye in!" the officer spat . The sky above grew unnaturally darker. "I thi' we can fin' a nice orphanage for ya'." The officer gave a condescending laugh.
"I said, let me go!" the boy screamed again. The sky grew black around the child and the boy.
"Never." Replied the officer quietly. The boy let out a bone chilling scream. The policeman was literally flung into the wall behind them screaming, dropping the boy. There was seconds of confusion and the urge to destroy the policeman, who was clutching his head that got smashed against the wall.
"Yer... y-yer... a… Demon..." The officer fell and laid motionless.
'Is he...dead?' The child thought to himself. His fear growing, he started to back away. He raised his hands and looked blankly to his palms. 'How could I?' he recovered himself and scrambled away. Nothing he could do or say would change the fact that he had committed the crime of attacking an officer of the law. This meant he'd be sent away or… worse if he had killed the man. He knew what he had to do… he could to flee London for the mainland or Scotland. 'I heard Jersey is nice around this time of-' He cut his thoughts off, No, he could not survive in a small town. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to Hide. He must stay in London and wait until this blows over.
Off in the distance a man, who looked like he dressed in the dark, wearing flannel bellbottoms which were put on backwards, and a white undershirt over a teal hooded sweatshirt like a vest. He was talking to a perfectly dressed woman in a Men's business suit.
"Sure that's the boy?" The man said looking through a strange ocular device that resembled binoculars
"You don't suppose he's the tooth fairy?" she responded sarcastically.
"Nah, I think she's in Tunisia on holiday." The man said blankly. The woman rolled her eyes.
"Yes, that's him, you dolt!" she shouted leaning in next him.
"You don't have to call me names, Sally." He whimpered defensively.
"You look ridiculous! I have half a mind to make you go back and change." She screamed, looking extremely angry.
"Not all of us grew up in the muggle world, Sally." He stated, matter-of-factly. Sally sighed.
"You-" A woman behind them cleared her throat loudly. They both shot around to find a very severe-looking, old-and-white woman with dark purple robes. She was shaking in anger
"P-Professor McGonagall! What brings you-" The man said hastily.
"Shut it, Matthias." She interrupted loudly. "Honestly, Matthias and Sallisia, Could you cease the constant bickering for just one task?"
"Now see here-" Matthias tried to reply
"I said shut it, you incompetent fool! Now that you have failed-" she yelled pointing to Matthias's Chest.
"We Have NOT failed-" said Sallisia matter-of-factly.
"The boy is gone. Now you have no idea where he is." The Professor stated, her voice getting noticeably louder.
"Rubbish, we'll just use the tracker charm-" He said, trying to relieve the matter, the vain in Professor McGonagall's forehead started throbbing.
"That's beside the point Matthias…" She said in a forced calm through her teeth.
"Now head back to the ministry! I suspect we'll have to get someone else who'd be more serious about the tasks given to them!" Her voice was shaking in anger. There was a loud crack and the two disappeared…
Professor looked sternly to the direction the Child ran off to, and with another loud crack, She was gone as well.
Back at his 'home', in which he had to go through a series of broken windows to get to, was an
abandoned, unstable, old flat complete with old, rotten boards nailed
to the windows, and various satanic verses on the walls probably by the
people who lived here before. Sometimes his own home frightens him, but
he has to deal, anyplace is better then the orphanage. anywhere.
Promptly he collapsed on his bed which was nothing more then an old,
faded green sleeping bag and fell asleep.
The next day he had woken up to a loud screech from outside that Sounded like screeching of tires on wet pavement. The winter chill has been fading away over these past few weeks, melting the snow, making the ground seem like it had rained. Since he had no way of knowing the date, he wondered when summer would hit. BANG! The boarded up door was hit with fury. BANG! CRACK! The Door fell over. Two men were standing at hand behind the fallen door. The figure on the right was a short stubby man with what appeared to be a handle-bar Mustache, The other was Larger, thickset, sickly man, with seemingly no expression.
"Stand Aside." said the main on the left forcedly. The man on the right followed suit.
The man on the left walked over to the boy what seemed to be a strut,
who fell back into the wall he was brandishing what looked like a small
stick. when he got up to the boy, he put his hand into his coat pocket
and slowly, as if being dramatic, pulled out a letter.
"I don't know how you done it, but you've kept off our scrolls." He looked down at the boy with uncertainty.
"What's your name, Kid." the boy was left silent. He could be fearing, angered, hopeful, startled or just plain, have the hibby-jibbies, but he was just silent. The stubby man back in the door frame coughed.
"Your wand, Gregory." He said, kicking the frame.
"Oh yeah!" putting his wand back into his pocket. The man in the doorway rolled his eyes. "Nothing to fear, then. I suppose you have a name?" He said questioned reassuringly. The boy nodded lightly in reply.
"Well then, what is it?" the man in the doorframe questioned sounding angry.
"W-William... sir" The large man grinned and put the letter within William's reach.
"Well, this letter is for you." William looked at the letter with curiosity. Gregory pointed to the letter with his other hand. "Go on, Open it."
He ran up and took the letter, unconfident, but yet, opened it hastily, and started to read.
Dear William McCloud,
We are pleased to inform you, that through our Recent discovery of your whereabouts,
and The severity of your living conditions, we will be relocating you
to a Wizarding family for foster care and shelter for the remainder of
this year, until your eventual enrollment into Hogwarts school of
witchcraft and wizardry. We will hope that you do not wander from your
arrangements, for we don't want to have to send Gregory and Vincent
after you again, now we? Now with that Please go with these two to your
new home. We will keep you informed.
Sincerely, Dean Thomas,
Department of Wizard Relocation
Ministry Of Magic
"Recent Discovery? Relocation? Hogwarts? Is this some sort of Joke?" questioned William rather panicked.
"'Fraid not, kid." said the angry man in the doorway matter-of-factly. Thoughts started to run together in his mind, and he felt a small burst of anxiety, Fainted and fell over. An echo in his head sounded,
"Well, I guess we should Take him..."
William shot up like he hadn't been asleep. they were driving bumpily down an old dirt road.
"Where the Bloody hell am I?" demanded William forcefully. The man with the Handlebar Mustache
turned around slightly.
"Off to your new home for the Summer, Kid" He replied lightly with a sigh, seeming to have calmed down a bit.
"Where might that be? Where are We?" William asked in a tone similar to a conniption.
"Rural area a few miles south of Bristol. An old retired Ministry official and his wife decided to take you in." answered Gregory, at the wheel, not turning around.
"Better be grateful of their hospitality." Pointed out Vincent and William nodded solemnly.
After about twenty more minutes of driving, in the misty distance they could see a house.
It was old, rundown, and wooden with a very tall tower, with overly rusted shed.
"Ther' it is." said Gregory with self-satisfaction out of the corner of his mouth. William coughed and gazed at the house. The house was so old it looked like it was built by the Saxons. Then again anything is possible at this point. He could of had a heart attack and died by now and he wouldn't be surprised he was dead. The house grew nearer and nearer, and all William could do is grow more and more anxious until..
"Is this a Dream? This must be… I mean… Damn, there must have been something funny in that bread." He blurted out. Vincent turned around with fire in his eyes.
"Cut out your bloody shenanigans! Of course your not dreaming." but the words didn't seem to register. Things just seemed to... Odd.
Curious and Exhausted he leaned his head on the door of the car. What if they didn't like him? What If they treated him abysmally and made him do chores and clean toilets all day. He shuttered to the thought. He remembered what the orphanage was like, 'Clean this' and 'Sweep that' But he was too curious to run away, for he didn't know what was going on, what was this Hogwarts and why it had to do the least bit with him. The trip from when they first saw the house, to pulling up to the driveway was just a period of just three minutes, but it could of been a hundred years to William. This was happening left and right without him knowing what the first thing was. It was Heaven, yet it was Hell.
When they had reached the driveway, a man, who looked like he was in his 50's or 60's with a bald head, except on the back and sides, which brandished gray hair. walked out of the house followed by an elderly woman who was short and round, with red hair, sprouting several gray hairs. They were both in odd robes, something he had never seen before. Well apart from that one man he saw leaving a pub in West London, But he thought the guy was just odd. Vincent and Gregory had gotten out to greet the couple, and left William in the car.
"I see you two have brought him. Good for your first task, I swear when Benjamin Durham had gone to do a task similar to yours, he had come back with a muggle." The elderly man said before he cleared his throat.
"I swear it was paperwork for a month for the Department of wizard relocation." William heard this and appeared confused. What was a muggle? Was he a muggle? Was this bad? New thoughts were flooding into his mind, but he tried his best to not let them get the better of him. The elderly lady strolled over to the car, smiling.
"What's your name, dear?" she questioned.
"W-William." She smiled brightly and turned around.
"Arthur? Did you hear that? He shares the name of our oldest!" She excitedly remarked. The elderly man laughed.
"Our son's name is Bill, his name is William, there's a difference." Said the man with sarcasm. the woman was quick to respond with a glare.
"Rubbish!" She turned back to William. "My name is Molly Weasley. That fellow over there is Arthur Weasley. We're going to be taking care of You. Come now, I bet your starving, you look as if you haven't ate in months!"
Mrs. Weasley spent the next few hours filling William up till he was ready to explode, Which was something he wanting for a long time, but he felt guilty, like he was freeloading.
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley. I have not had meal this good since longer then I can remember." Mrs. Weasley looked up from the dishes she was washing.
"It's alright, Dear, I've haven't done any real cooking since my children moved out." William raised an eyebrow.
"Who are your children?" Mrs. Weasley was still washing dishes.
"There's Bill, which I've already said, and there's Charlie, who works in Romania." William looked down at his pewter plate then around to the decorations around the house, as it was very well adorned.
"There's Fred and George, the Twins. They Run a few joke shops around England and have a successful Magic deflection supply chain." She finished with the dishes and dried her hands with a cloth.
"There's Percy who works in the Ministry." Mrs. Weasley walked over to sit at the table across from William.
"There's Ron who works with his wife as a teacher at Hogwarts." She sighed.
"Then there is Ginny, who we don't see a lot of During the Summer, she's running all over the world with that husband of hers, who's a Quiddich player." Mrs. Weasley put a napkin up to her eyes.
"They all grow up so... Fast." She sat silently for a split second staring off.
"I suppose I could ask everyone over for dinner next week so you can meet the bunch. " William's Hazel eyes looked a bit worried.
"I'm sure you'll get along fine." She looked over her shoulder and saw Mr. Weasley coming in.
"Arthur, can you be a angel and show William where he'll be sleeping? I bet he's totally exhausted." Mrs. Weasley requested and in reaction, Mr. Weasley smiled.
"It'd be a pleasure." He said brightly, walking away.
They had gone up two flights of stairs, and William couldn't help but look around. He was a bit twitchy at the moving photographs, but who wouldn't be? Even though it had startled him completely, It really didn't scare him. It must have been some sort of enchantment, well it figures, since the family WAS apparently magical. soon after the third flight of stairs they halted at a door.
"This is where you will be staying, then." said Mr. Weasley, "I'm sure you'll like it just fine, there's a bed, closet, and an old wardrobe. William looked up to the Mr. Weasley with concern.
"But I haven't any clothes." Mr. Weasley chuckled.
"Yeah, but the Ministry has given us some money to remedy that. I suppose we'll head to London tomorrow." William just stared at the door. Mr. Weasley patted him on the back.
"I think you should head to bed. Big day tomorrow." William nodded looking up
and Mr. Weasley walked away. William hesitated and looked at the door
again, wondering what lay behind. He tried again with more confidence,
trying to lay to rest what worries he had before. William thought to
himself 'Why didn't this happen sooner, I don't understand. then again,
everyone I've met today has been mental or worse, except maybe Mrs.
Weasley.' He slowly resting his hand on the door.
"Seems fine. But I guess I don't have much choice." Slightly turning the knob the lock clicked.
"Here we go."
He walked inside the room, and sure enough, within the tan walls, there was a four post bed, an old wardrobe that looked way past it's prime, and an old door leading to what he assumed to be a closet. He looked up to the bed. 'I sure need the rest, but I don't think I can sleep after all that has happened today, it's Just too much.' But he found himself getting closer and closer to the bed, eventually slipping between the comfy red sheets and falling asleep.
After a good nights rest…
"Who is this?" a voice echoed
"It's the new kid mum and dad are taking care of" said a similar voice.
"Seems a bit scrawny" the first voice observantly said.
"Poor guy. Wonder if he's still alive? It looks as if he had a run of dismal luck." the second voice said with a sigh.
"I'll go get a stick to poke it with." stated the first voice again. William awoke slowly, then suddenly at the sight of the red-haired twins who looked in their mid-thirties. Obviously this wasn't one of his happy days, because in his surprise he kicked the first twin right in the crotch, sending his face down into one of the posts of the four post bed.
"Bloody good kick, kid." laughed the twin, as he was looking at the other twin, who was on the ground squealing like a little girl. William sat up and looked to the first twin.
"S-sorry, sir." He had finally stuttered out. The Second twin looked down with a smile.
"Not a problem. My name is George… that over there is Fred." George pointed to Fred as he was recovering himself.
"I think you just saved his wife from a night of disappointment." laughed George again.
That joke William was too young to understand, so he just stared blankly.
"Well come on then, Fred. I don't think Jerry can keep the bloody store open all day without having a conniption." Fred looked Puzzled.
"I swear if he has to lift a finger, he'd die" Replied Fred, who's voice was a little lighter.
"Well it's a pleasure to meet you. I hear that we will be having dinner here next week. I will see you there." George stated before walking out the door hold Fred up. William crept down the stairs to the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley was sitting down next to Mr. Weasley, who drinking a cup of coffee.
"Morning, William. I do hope Fred and George didn't frighten you." Mr. Weasley said before taking a sip out of his cup of coffee.
"It's alright. I'm sorry about Fred." mumbled William, looking at the ground in guilt.
"Serves them right for sneaking up on you in bed." Mrs. Weasley blurted out.
"Well, son, I we should be off to London to get some new clothes for you." Rushed Mr. Weasley, who was fiddling with a weird box.
"Why can't he wear Ron's old clothes?" questioned Mrs. Weasley, looked back to William. "He's about Ron's size.
"Woman, those clothes belonged to the Twins before him, Percy before them, Charlie before him, and Bill before him!" shouted Mr. Weasley setting the box down. "Besides, most of his clothes went to his son, Hugh, and eventually to his younger brother and so on and so forth."
"Then get going! The poor dear can't be in rags forever!" replied Mrs. Weasley in a yell. Mr. Weasley motioned to William to follow, and William followed suit.
"Seeing as you don't know much about Floo powder, I guess we can appearate." he said with a grin. "Hold on to me very tightly." William grasped Mr. Weasley's arm very tightly, not knowing or expecting what was to happen next. With a sudden crack he felt his head spinning with severe pressure. But after the instant, he was in this alley, complete with people in odd clothing… odd… robes…
"Where are we?" asked William with confusion.
"Diagon ally, not a better place to shop for anything you will ever need as a Wizard or Witch." Mr. Weasley smiled down to William.
"Mr. Weasley?" asked the boy again.
"Yes?" Mr. Weasley replied with confidence.
"Am I a Wizard?"
A/N Read and review, after today's setback, I feel I'll have the next one up in a day or so. If the document didn't get checkmated on uploading