Hello all, I'm back with something slightly different, I've decided to write the backstory of an OC that both myself and a friend of mine will be using, I hope you enjoy, we created this character together and now here he is, C. V. Greywalker.
Disclaimer: I Don't Own Harry Potter, I Do own all my OC's and the plot though
Prologue: A Legend begins
Albus Dumbledore smiled as he appeared in the quiet London street, it was midmorning on a Sunday, children running and playing in the streets, he walked calmly down the street, he couldn't understand, surely Horace wasn't too busy to do it, but as a favour to the man, he had come himself, however as he arrived at Number 7 he paused and knocked.
He waited a moment before the door was opened by a tall women, she had black hair tied in a bun and bright green eyes, reminding him strikingly of the Slytherin Quddich robes, her outfit was simple and clean, she raised a single eyebrow upon seeing him in his buttercup yellow suit,
"Good morning, my name is Professor Albus Dumbledore" Dumbledore smiled at the women and she narrowed her eyes slightly before leaning against the door,
"And how may I help, you, Professor Dumbledore?" the women replied,
"Well, it concerns your oldest son, a… Master Carionax Greywalker" Albus replied, "I wonder if it would be better discussed in private"
Mrs. Greywalker nodded as she walked inside, bringing him into the decently sized lounge, she gestured to a chair and Dumbledore nodded his thanks
"So what is it that you want my son for?" Mrs. Greywalker asked,
"Well, I come representing a wonderful school that your son has won a scholarship for, Hogwarts" Dumbledore smiled,
"I see, I was not aware he was up for such a scholarship" Mrs. Greywalker replied,
"Ah, we'll his school noticed a certain talent and put him forward" Dumbledore replied, "Is Master Greywalker here?"
"Of course I am" a Small but calm voice from behind them told him and Albus turned to face a small ten year old boy, wearing a pair of Pyjamas that were bright white, his skin was pale but held a hints of life, he like his mother had black hair, but his flowed down his to his shoulders. But it was his eyes that caught Dumbledore's breath…
A bright, fierce Crimson.
He almost repressed a shudder when the memory of his meeting with Tom Riddle, but Tom's eyes and this young mans seemed so very, very different, where Tom held cold and fierce power, this young man held power and calm, with a hint of amusement.
"You must be Carionax, I am…" Albus began,
"Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts" Carionax finished,
Dumbledore blinked, surely such an untrained and young man could not use Legitimency… such a thing was unheard of, "Indeed, and you know what Hogwarts is?"
Dumbledore pictured the word in his mind to see if Carionax could find it, and sure enough he felt it, something prodding his mind. So, he had somehow come to be able to use Legitimency without a wand and without training, Dumbledore wondered how long he had been doing such a thing.
"I have always known what people are thinking, mother calls it a gift. My friends however call it my Magic trick" Carionax smiled to himself, but Albus was sure that Carionax had put a certain emphasis on magic.
"Indeed, it is wonderful to watch" Dumbledore smiled to him, "And as I was saying, that certain skills and abilities your son possesses allow him the right to attend the finest institute of its type in Europe, or dare I say, the world"
"And what are those abilities and skills?" Mrs. Greywalker asked,
Dumbledore smiled to her and then leaned forward slight, "the ability and skills of a Wizard"
"A… Wizard?" Mrs. Greywalker asked, "My son is a Wizard?"
"Yes, and I would say, a very powerful one, never in all my time teaching anyone, have I seen someone with his ability at truth finding" Dumbledore replied,
"Well I always knew he was…. Special… but a wizard, how can you be so sure?" Mrs. Greywalker asked,
"Have you ever done anything, unexpected or unexplainable?" Dumbledore asked Carionax,
"Other than being able to know thing?" Carionax asked,
"Yes, other than that" Dumbledore nodded,
Carionax frowned slight, as if recalling something, "There was the time my brother got his kite stuck in a tree… I managed to jump all the way to the top branch and grab it… it was at least double, if not triple my size"
"Indeed, that is the sort of thing I refer to, you spend 7 years learning different types of Magic, and learning how to control it" Dumbledore replied, drawing out his wand, flicking it a nearby pot, several flowers appeared inside the pot.
"Impressive" Carionax replied,
"So, will you be joining us this September 1st?" Dumbledore asked,
"May I mother?" Carionax asked,
"One question before I do so, Professor Dumbledore, if he does not go and learn how to control his… powers, could it be dangerous?" Mrs. Greywalker asked,
"It has been known that untrained wizards have the ability to lose control of their power, and it strikes those who have angered them" Dumbledore replied,
"Hmm… I can see no problem with that, you will need to gather school supplies, here is your letter and this also contains your train ticket, Mr. Greywalker, all you need to do is go to the Leaky Cauldren public house and Tom will show yu how to get to Diagon Alley, where Wizards and Witches gather their supplies"
"Thank you, Headmaster" Carionax inclined his head and with that Dumbledore found himself standing outside their house, something was troubling him about the young Carionax, but he knew he would watch the child closely…
(September 1St Hogwarts platform)
Carionax stepped off of the Hogwarts express and looked around, he could see other excited first years looking around while older students greeted each other and welcomed each other back to school. He watched as they got into carriages while a gruff looking man was taking them in a boat over a black lake.
Carionax and a young man with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes Climbed into the same boat as him, "Didn't see you on the train"
"I was there, Carionax Greywalker" Carionax replied
"Alastor Moody" Alastor held out his hand and with a shake Carionax nodded,
"Looking forward to the sorting?" Carionax asked, when he and his mother went to Diagon alley, he'd practically bought 200 books, having read around 30 of them (including his textbooks) in the previous month,
"Yeah, I guess…" Alastor replied tiredly, "Know what house your aiming for?"
"Hmm either Slytherin or Ravenclaw would be fine" Carionax replied,
"I'm aiming for Gryffindor" Alastor replied,
"Good luck with that" Carionax replied, and as their conversation came to close, the boats gently arrived at the port, the students climbed off of the boats and up the stairs, as they reached the top, a stern looking women with a black bun of hair tied at the back of her head, her brown eyes watched them all fiercely.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, very shortly, you will pass through these doors and then you will be sorted. There are four houses, Gyriffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. If you will wait here, I will collect you in a minute" The women told them and with that she turned and walked off,
"Well this is all jolly exciting isn't it?" a voice called from the crowd and Carionax turned to face a short plump man with brown hair and eyes watching him, he reminded Carionax of a spoiled brat.
"Oh Very exciting, we've been left standing in a hallway waiting" Carionax rolled his eyes watching the man, who puffed out his chest even more, giving the impression he was a beach ball.
"I am Cornelius Fudge, and who might you be?" Fudge asked,
"Carionax Greywalker" Carionax replied calmly,
"Well Carry-an-axe…" Fudge began before Carionax rolled his eyes,
"Carion-axe" Carionax growled, before he heard the stern women return,
He returned swiftly to his place before she smiled to them all, "We're ready for you now"
With that she turned and lead the small group of students through the doors and into a large hall, where the rest of the school were all seated, Carionax looked up at the bewitched sky, it showed a pale white moon in a field of stars that littered the night sky like pin pricks. However his attention as immediately brought back when he realised everyone had stopped at the front of the hall.
With that an old three legged stool was placed in front of the teachers and an old hat atop it.
Carionax looked around before hearing the hall fall silent, before he realised, this was the sorting hat, and its song had come…
And that seems like a good place to leave him,
Next time: The Sorting Hat.