It was sultry. A strange yet seasonal end to what had been a disappointing cool Summer in the countryside of eastern England. A young boy was taking the opportunity to take in the fresh late summer air which couldn't seem to decide if it should prepare for the impending changing of the season or make up for lost time and bask the sodden ground in hot baking sunshine. It was everything children of Thomas' age wanted in the summer holidays before they went back to school.
Like everyone else, Thomas would soon be going back to School. But he was different from everyone else in his village. He didn't go to any ordinary school. Not a Muggle School. Muggles couldn't and could never understand just how different and in what way they were different when compared
Thomas was a student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the only school of it's kind in Britain. You see, he was a young Wizard boy, attending a wizard school, in a world of wizard education, curriculum and government, separate to that of Muggle (none magic) folk.
He turned, leaving the rest of the playing children in the village green to a remote part, this way was quicker he thought. He was heading to see someone very special to him for the last time in what could possibly be months. Because although this person was the the most important thing in the world to him he knew she could not come where we was going, and Thomas determined to spend as much time with her as he possibly could.