A/N: Basically, I just want to say thanks for reading, and please review. I will not promise to update frequently as I know I'm a very unreliable guy when it comes to my spare time, and, to me, this is one of the pass times I have decided to have. I cannot guarantee perfect spelling or punctuation, but I will certainly try, but remember, the longer I spend on spelling and punctuation, the longer it will take me to write the story out.

I hope you enjoy reading this and just want you to appreciate that I do put some time into this, and so as a result, you should put a teeny bit of time in to tell me how I can make it better for you guys!

So read, review, and put in what ever critics you may have, but know, I do have a pretty set plot. It is also very adjustable to what I may or may not want, based on how the story is going so far.

Also, I am planning on doing 7 or 8 books, depending on how long it takes for the plot to finish, I am not quite the far ahead in plot line yet. (Wonder why?)

I also have to thank one of my friends who has helped (and continues to help) me with this story.

Disclaimer! This is all owned by JKR, wish it didn't, I'd be rich.

Chapter One – Magic

There was a loud pop and an elderly lady clutching a cane appeared, concluding the peaceful silence that usually hung around the street of Mayfield Place.

Looking around, she frowned at what she saw. It was a secluded area, the house she was looking at looked to be half covered by the hill, the wood of the house digging into the sides of the steep slope in several places, making it look as though the house was built first and the hill just grew around it. It was surrounded by bush and the area was sloped in several different directions at once making it look more than hard to balance in some places.

Pushing with her cane to create momentum needed to help her to the steps across the sloped driveway, Minerva McGonagall moved slightly unsteadily up the steep, turning steps to the large turquoise door.

Frowning slightly, again, this time at the effort it had taken to get to the front door, she tentatively raised her hand and knocked firmly on the door, hoping to grab the attention of those inside.

The lights of the screen flicker, dipping the room into darkness for a small portion of a second, before again revealing Daniel Thompson, his short – light brown hair, slightly round face and small nose did their best to hide the boy's abnormality, but his bright piercing blue eyes glowed uncannily in the dark. Reluctantly, Daniel looked at the clock on the toolbar at the bottom of the screen. It was 12:07 a.m. He sighed inaudibly, knowing any more noise would rouse his dad and step-mum that were on the other side of the paper thin walls on the right hand side of him, and waking them would be problematic. He shuddered to think what his Dad would do if he was caught up so late.

The light of the screen flickered gently as he turned the computer off, plunging the room into darkness. He stood smoothly, making sure that nothing made enough noise to wake his parent and step-parent. Yawning quietly he looked around sleepily for something to wear to bed. Not seeing anything he stalked over to the draws at the other end of his room, silently opening them.

All of a sudden a sharp knock resonated through the unlit house, causing him to jump in panic. He made sure he landed on his feet gently, for even if he didn't wake his parents, he could still get in trouble for being up.

The knocking starts again, this time more insistent. Daniel quickly switched his clothes with a singlet and boxers, before racing over to his bed and making it look slept in. Then he stopped dead still, listening; trying to hear around the loud knocks, on what he guessed was the front door, for sound from the other rooms that would signal him to be allowed to be awake.

"What the..?" It was his dad's voice, laced with confusion and anger, clearly caused by being woken at the ungodly hour of midnight.

Daniel walked slowly toward his door, flicking on the light as he went, and opening the door to the hall. His dad was there, as expected, and his step-mum was still asleep, as expected, she didn't care about anything as much as her beauty sleep. His dad heads toward the front door, where the knocking sound was located. Daniel began following him down the 14 steps to the front door, but stopped several steps before the bottom, just in case.

Mr. Thompson flicked on the outside light on before opening the door, looking at the elderly, dark-haired woman standing on the door step, holding out her hand.

"What do you want?" he asked shortly, it was 12 a.m. after all.

"Minerva McGonagall, do you mind if I come in?" the elderly lady responded, in a voice that said that it really wasn't up for negotiation.

"Uh, I guess." Mr. Thompson growled reluctantly, figuring she couldn't be of any harm, though clearly not knowing what to make of her anymore than Daniel did. Mr. Thompson led her to the living room; sitting down quickly, sending her a look that simply said, explain.

"I am a professor at a boarding school that believes your child has what it takes to learn at our academy." She told him, causing the other adult to frown.

"Did we say we wanted to go to your boarding school?" he asked spitefully, "What is your academy called? Perhaps it will cause us to remember whether we sent forth any information."

"I know you never sent any information. This boarding is different to others you may have been considering, you see, this boarding school is called Hogwarts School, for Witchcraft and Wizardry." Professor McGonagall reported, keeping a stern countenance.

"You're lying." Mr. Thompson snorted, with a look that said clearly that he was wondering how many marbles this lady had left.

Professor McGonagall sighed, this had probably happened before, Daniel surmised.

"What do you mean 'Witchcraft and Wizardry.'?" He asked, a feeling of curiosity coming over him.

"What I mean is you are a wizard, and by coming to this school we can teach you how to control your magical abilities so that they cannot harm others, and perhaps can help others." The professor told the young wizard; clearly noticing he was more receptive to the idea of being a wizard than his dad was.

Daniel frowned, 'a wizard?' He thought 'how could I be a wizard?' this was more than a little bit confusing, and he wasn't used to being confused, after all, most of the things they went over at school seemed dull and repetitive.

"Wizard?" he questioned, he did NOT like the sound of this. From what he remembered, suspected witches used to be burned to death, when people still believed in them.

"Have you ever had something odd happen when you are angry or scared?" Professor McGonagall asked, rolling her eyes slightly. Apparently everyone acted this way when they were told this, Daniel guessed correctly.

Thinking about what she said, he realised she was right especially if all the people who'd bullied him were anything to say for it, most of them were frightened of him for some reason or another, from being zapped by static electricity to having their hair turn permanently blue (still to this day in fact!).

"Okay, maybe some stuff has happened," he admitted, "but magic isn't real, there must be some perfectly logical reason that could explain what happened."

"Magic is real, if you like I will prove it to you." Professor McGonagall replied, unfazed.

"If magic was real, why doesn't everyone know about it, it would be impossible to keep it a secret." Daniel argued, magic wasn't supposed to exist, so it didn't.

"We are not interested in your magic" Mr. Thompson said with a look that could only be described as disgust.

"You don't have a choice, Mr. Thompson, technicality proves that once wizards or witches become old enough to go to Hogwarts and have no magical parents, they are under the guardianship of the ministry of magic and we chose your son because he could do magic, not because you can." The elderly professor told him, unfazed by the man's angry look.

"What happens now, then?" Daniel asked, "I mean, If my parents don't want me to go to the school, I can't, can I?"

"You can and will. I will tell you everything you need to know and if we have to, we will take you away from here and place you in a foster home or in an orphanage." Professor McGonagall stated, pointing out that there was no possible argument possible from my dad.

"Okay, so what do I have to do, I mean, it's not like I can just turn up, right?" Daniel asked sarcastically. "I mean if I could that would be great, but..."

"You are correct. You would have to go to Diagon Alley, a wizarding street that has all of the shops where you would go to buy all of the equipment you would need to use at Hogwarts, which is listed in this letter" Minerva explained cutting him off before handing the letter to him, "and you would need to go to Kings Cross Station on September first and go through to a special platform, called platform 9 and three quarters. This platform contains one train, the Hogwarts express, which you shall then board, before 11 a.m. and ride in until we reach Hogwarts."

"Okay, how do we get to Diagon Alley?" requested Mr. Thompson, with forced politeness.

Daniel tuned out as Minerva told Mr. Thompson the directions. Thoughts were racing through Daniel's head at a furious pace, but one thought stood out among them all 'This is going to change my life, forever, it couldn't be possible.'

The next morning, or rather afternoon, when Daniel woke, he couldn't help but wonder 'Was it all a dream?' He couldn't help but wish it wasn't.

Standing, he stretched, taking in the different things in his room, but most prominent was the bookshelf at the end of his bed. There were 7 layers, each one full, almost overflowing, with books that he had read, some of which were children's books, some fiction, some nonfiction, which he had used several times to help with homework.

Daniel walked over to the dresser that had half of the draws open, he withdrew the several pieces of clothing Daniel decided that he would be wearing that day, not worrying even a little bit whether they were colour coordinated or matching.

Quickly changing and making his way out the door and walking down the stairs to the kitchen, Daniel decided to pretend that nothing happened, hoping that if something did happen, that his dad would mention it, or perhaps he would see something to indicate it did happen.

Mr. Thompson was sitting in his chair eating something for lunch, making Daniel grin guiltily, he had missed breakfast. Daniel looked at the unopened envelope on the table realising, it actually happened; he was a wizard.

"Dad, when are we going to Diagon Alley?" Daniel asked hesitantly knowing his dad didn't like the idea of magic, but wondering when he would be able to get all his new equipment.

"Well, me and Sammy think you should go do it yourself, stay a night or two to save us a bother. No point wasting our time, right?" Mr. Thompson said shortly.

"Sounds like a good idea." Daniel told him, realising that he was getting extraordinarily lucky, if not for the threat of having him taken away, he might not be able to go. Dad would miss his favorite stress release.

Walking down the street toward The Leaky Cauldron was difficult, Daniel was having major troubles stopping himself from looking too excited, it made him want to run to the pub just to get there quicker, I am nearly there! He told himself, once again stopping his eagerness from overwhelming him. Quickly noticing the shabby pub that was located in the corner of the overpopulated street, Daniel strode in, taking in the many filled chairs and tables and over-worked bar men, he walked up to the counter. Looking at the man opposite he spoke

"Excuse me, I am a muggle-born, is it possible for you to show me how to get into Diagon Alley?" Daniel questioned confidently, after all, this was exactly what Professor McGonagall had said to say.

"Of course." The man replied, moving out from around the bar, heading toward the side door. "Just follow me."

Following quickly Daniel walked out the door after him, looking at the dead end just outside the door, confused. Outside the door was an area just bigger than a closet that was enclosed by brick.

The man grinned at Daniel then tapped a certain brick, which he did his best to remember, and then the man stepped back, winking at Daniel. Suddenly the bricks started moving, sliding outward from the middle, creating a hole. The hole grew and grew until suddenly the hole was the size of a door, and on the other side there was a street, covered in shops and customers.

Mumbling his thanks, Daniel walked out onto the street, curiously looking at all of the buildings. Noticing an ice cream shop Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, he decided it is the perfect place to go for directions.

Inside there wasn't much special, the space mainly dominated by the counter, was clean and had several tables with seats at each one. Looking at the counter, Daniel noted the friendly smile the man, perhaps Florean himself, had on his face.

"Excuse me, I'm a muggle-born, could you point out where I could find the equipment I'm going to need, or perhaps write down the shop names for each thing? If you could I'd appreciate it a heap." Daniel asked with a smile, hoping he was as kind as his smile suggested.

"Of course," he smiled at me, "Perhaps if you gave me your list I could write down the shops you would locate each thing at."

"Thanks heaps" Daniel replied grinning, handing the list to the generous man. Pulling a quill out of his counter somewhere, the man began to write, occasionally dipping the quill into the ink pot to gather more ink.

Waiting patiently Daniel walked over to the window. He stared out into the wondrous alley, watching the hordes of people, thinking about all of the things he needed to do.

"Done," the man called, bringing me back to the present. "You should go to Gringotts, which is the big stone building, first thing, to convert your money to galleons."

After giving his thanks and heading toward Gringotts to follow his advice, Daniel realised this was the beginning of a great big adventure.

A/N: Well, that's the first chapter, the second hasn't even been started to be typed yet, and I'm not going to spend any more time correcting major flaws in this chapter, until a later date (perhaps after this book is finished), or else we would never get this done!

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