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When Ethan received his owl to Hogwarts, he thought his parents were playing a joke on him. It was just too unbelievable. Magic wasn't real, there was no way anyone would name a school "Hogwarts", and what kind of name was Minerva? Ethan refused to believe it. That was until his mother turned the dog into a toy car, and told him that she was witch. Apparently she decided to keep it a secret so that Ethan could have a normal childhood. Now Ethan found himself in Diagon Alley, walking around with a mixture of excitement, wonder, and anger at his parents swirling around inside him. He was awestruck by everything around him. The witches and wizards in crazy outfits, the sounds and smells of crazy creatures in stores, and most of all...

POOF!

Fireworks and tiny explosions were the objects of Ethan's gaze as he stood next to a circle of rambunctious teenagers. They were using their wands to light small firecrackers, and drop them in the pockets of passing wizards. Ethan thought it was funny, until the explosions got bigger, and the victims began to fall down and knock into other people. Down the alley a long way, a small witch with a stuffed weasel on her shoulder yelped in shock as her pocket suddenly began to pop and sizzle and bang. She ran around in circles, beating on her pocket with the weasel that was on her shoulder. Within the group Ethan was watching, two red headed boys were on the ground with laughter. Ethan gave the group a glare, before hurrying down to help the old woman, for she had fallen over in her struggle, and was sitting in a undignified heap. He reached her quickly and helped her up. She was clearly miffed.

"Oh my... I can't believe they've done this... are you ok?" Ethan asked. The woman took a moment to dust herself and her stuffed weasel off.

"Yes, yes, I'm quite alright. Thank you." She said sharply. She didn't spare Ethan a glance before she stomped off. Ethan stood there, confused as to why she had been so short with him. He was the only person who bothered to help her! Ethan was still standing in the middle of the alley when the redheaded boys from earlier approached him.

"I wouldn't take it too personally mate. That was Dolores Umbridge. She's a righteous prick." The one on the left said.

"I concur with that observation, George." The one on the right said, nodding amiably. Now that they were closer, Ethan could see that they were twins.

"Yeah... I had...uh... I had noticed," Ethan said slowly. Ethan's hands moved to his pockets, ensuring no one would plant anything, namely a firecracker. The one on the left, George, noticed this, and laughed.

"Fred, it would seem that our friend here thinks we're going to mess with him." George said. Fred gasped.

"We would never!" Fred exclaimed, "we're here purely to offer our services and advice to a lost soul in need of guidance. Besides, we only use our talents on those who deserve it, nasty people, like Umbridge."

"Oh... well I uh... I appreciate that," Ethan said quietly. George gave him a pitying look.

"Aww. It would seem our friend here is shy, Fred!"

"Oh well we can't have that! What's your name bud?" Fred asked. Ethan looked down, kicking a loose piece of gravel.

"Ethan"

"Well, Ethan, I'm Fred." Fred said.

"And I'm George!" George added, "we haven't seen you around before, Ethan. You a transfer student? You don't seem to have an accent though..." George pondered.

"No," Ethan said, "I'm going to Hogwarts."

This time both of the twins gasped, and it seemed much more genuine than before.

"Are you telling me you're a first year?" George asked, clearly flabbergasted. Ethan nodded.

"My lord, look at him, George! He's an absolute unit!" Fred said, wide-mouthed. Ethan coughed awkwardly. Often people were amazed at his size. Ethan was a big boy. Tall and thick, he took after his father. His father was a famous, internationally known powerlifter. He was nicknamed, "the mountain," and for a good reason. He was 6'9 and nearly 400 pounds of thick, hard muscles. Ethan was a lot like his father. While not astoundingly huge like his father yet, Ethan was rather big for his age.

"Oh come off it, you're both taller than me. I'm not that big." Ethan groaned. The twins shook their head, oddly synonymously, which really freaked out Ethan.

"But mate, we're at least a couple of years older than you! We've started puberty, and you're just a wee goober! And besides, you're thick like a tree, I wouldn't be all that surprised if you were Hagrid's nephew or something!" Fred exclaimed. George took another quick look at Ethan, then turned to Fred.

"Oi, we better hope he's gryffindor, eh, Fred?" George elbowed his twin.

"Oh yeah, George, he would make a perfect guard! Give him a few years, and he'll be a big'un! We could use him to keep people from ratting on our deals!" Fred said excitedly. George nodded vehemently. They both stuck our their right hands, and Ethan reluctantly shook them both.

"You just stick with us, Ethan, and we'll keep ya straight," George said with a wink. For the first time since the conversation started, Ethan smiled. He nodded excitedly, glad to have made some friends. The twins took off past Ethan, after a last few pats on the back. Ethan smiled, and walked in the opposite direction. After a few moments, his pockets exploded.

A/N:

There you have it! The first chapter. This story will follow the same plot as the original books, but with minor differences. This time, instead of a trio, there will be a 4 person squad, with the addition of Ethan Kekoa, the big, intelligent, but most importantly, logical guy.