A/N: First things first. If you DO NOT like Harry Potter/Wizards/Hogwarts or anything that is connected to that, this story is not for you. Also, If you DO NOT like the majority of the members of bands such as Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, Panic! at the Disco, Thirty Seconds To Mars, Paramore, Muse, Blink-182, The Acadamy Is..., Muse & various others, this story is also NOT for you.

If you're still here, then HI. This story IS based in the world of Harry Potter, and the main characters are from the bands mentioned above. I don't want to include many OC's. But due to a serious lack of girls in rock world, I'm going to have to put some in there to even the numbers out. This is just the prologue though, so it's only based on one Patrick Stump for now. Reviews would be much appreciated and would probably make me write faster. My muse loves review food (specifically galaxy chocolate).

DISCLAIMER: (because I've forgotten in everything else I've written) I OWN NOTHING MENTIONED IN THIS CHAPTER. APART FROM THE RANDOM PEOPLE THAT WON'T HAVE BIG PARTS. I DO HOWEVER, OWN SEVERAL POSTERS. AND SOME SKINNY JEANS.

It was two weeks before secondary school started when Patrick Stump got the letter. Afterwards he would stress that it was from this exact moment that he could trace the changes in his life. But that was in the future and technically hadn't happened yet so therefore is irrelevant to the present time. And in the present time, Patrick could not understand the significance of what would happen on that day.

Patrick was sitting in the living room, on the three seater sofa. Although the seats were so worn down, the cushions had escaped and only the springs remained. It was like sitting on a spiky sponge. At this exact moment in present time, Patrick was desperately trying to make a complicated maths problem solve itself. It was halfway through the afternoon of a particularly sweltering day, but Patrick was under strict instructions not to leave the house that day.

Patrick wasn't that bothered about not being able to leave the house, his only real close friend, Steven, was grounded after both Patrick and him snuck into the nearby town without asking permission. They had taken the bus, arrived home late and when they arrived back home, Steven's parents had been waiting for them. Steven, being caught red-handed, had been grounded until the start of school, but luckily Patrick had gotten away with it.

Patrick shuddered at the thought of his parents finding out. As it was, he was convinced that something was going on. Since the mail had arrivedthat moring his parents had been avoiding him, before they finally shut both him and his older brother out of the kitchen. But they had given him the maths problems before they had. Since then Patrick had been sitting on the sofa, and his brother had made himself scarce, probably off to be a jerk to younger kids somewhere.

Patrick growled under his breath, fiddling with his pen. A loud noise from the kitchen made him jump and he dropped his pen underneath the sofa. Muttering in an undertone of swearwords that someone his age shouldn't know, Patrick knelt on the floor and attempted to fish the pen back out from underneath the sofa. He was just about to grab it, and was pulling it from under the sofa-

And that's when his parents walked in.

"Pat, we need to talk-"

"OW!" Patrick was startled and surprised by his dads voice, and accidently head-butted the corner on the sofa. He sat up slowly, rubbing the sore bruise on the back of his head through his hat.

"Oh! Patrick honey, are you okay?" Patrick's mother leaned around his father, conceron showing on her pale complexion.

Patrick smirked at the irony, "I'm fine, I was just getting my pen." He waved the offending objects at them. "And don't call me 'Pat'." He finished, looking directly at his father, who doesn't even seemed to notice.

All though, he face did seem to seem to get more blank, "Now listen here, son, we got a very different letter this morning by post. You don't know anything about a 'Hogwarts' do you? There's no funny business going on here?"

Awkward business? Patrick stared as his dad, completely confused. He didn't do anything; that was always his brother. Harry had always been the brother that was getting involved with things that he shouldn't be. Patrick was the one that kept the secret, and tried as he could to keep his life. He did not want to end up like Harry.

"Just give him the letter Robbie." Patrick's mum scolded his father, who reluctantly passed a neatly written letter, which appeared to be handwritten with a quill, with green ink.

Patrick took it, very much sure that the letter would bite him, or contain some kind of massive joke that Harry was behind; although, the writing was far too neat for any of Harry's stupid friends. Patrick scanned the letter quickly, piecing the words together. He finished reading within a minute, but continued to stare, convinced the words rearrange themselves on the page to something that would make more sense.

"I'm a wizard?" He said finally, breaking the silence, facing his parents with a disbelieving look.

"How would I know?" His dad replied, narrowing his eyes.

"Well, how do I know if this is meant to be real or not?" Patrick shot back, throwing in an edge to his voice to match his father's tone.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

An awkward silence preceded the knocking. Patrick's mum looked panicked, not even sure what to do. However Patrick's father made the desicion for everyone. He stood, said "Don't mention this," swept the inhabitants of the room with a menacing glare and left the room to answer the door.

~~~~FANCYTIMESKIP~~~~

Ten minutes later, and a large man who called himself 'Rubeus Hagrid, games keeper at Hogwarts and muggle coordinator' (this late statement was said with much more pride than the others, as if Hagrid was extremely proud of it) was sat on the three seater sofa. Patrick's parents had both squashed themselves together on the two seater, while Patrick attempted to make himself appear invisible, sitting as far away from the stranger as he could. Although, Patrick kept his eyes firmly on Hagrid, not wanting for a second to look away, in case he disappeared as suddenly as he had arrived.

It turns out they did have to mention 'it'. Hagrid had only just finished explaining how Patrick REALLY was a wizard, and how he was to be collected by a family called the 'Leto's', when Patrick's mum spoke up for the first time.

"Do we have to pay anything for this?"

"Fer th' Leto's to take Patrick here? Nah, It's all been agreed befor' 'and." Hagrid smiled through his thick beard at Patrick, who tried not to noticeably shrink away "Now, I'm sure yer'll get along with the Leto's Patrick. I hear they have a son in yer year."

Patrick's stomach managed to do a flip and a complete dive at the same time. He managed a tentative smile before he was walloped on the back by one of Hagrid's abnormally large hands. All the air was forced out of his lungs, and he started to cough. Hagrid however, hadn't seemed to have noticed the younger boys problem.

"Righ' well, I best be off. Duty calls. See yeh at Hogwart's Patrick!" And with those parting words, Hagrid was gone, forcing himself through the hallway and out the front door that was defiantly too small for people his height and size.

Patrick continued to cough, but caught his breath after a few seconds. He rushed out into the kitchen for a glass of water to soothe his protesting throat, his thoughts reeling.

He was a wizard! He could count the amount of people who he knew that were wizards on one hand; because he didn't know any... Well, Except for Mrs. Blanchard, the scary lady who lived at the end of the road. Everyone was convinced there was something going on in there. But, that was beside the point, he. Could. Do. Magic! Wait until he told... Patrick paused his mental roller coaster. No, he wouldn't tell anyone. Although he would like to see his teachers faces as they all turned into frogs.

A noise from the living room gave Patrick a sense of Déjà vu, and also made him drop his glass on the floor.

"Aw, crap." He muttered irritably, as it smashed. He then panicked, because he could hear someone walking towards the kitchen. He scrabbled frantically around the pieces of glass. "No! No, no, no, no... huh?"

Strangely, right before Patrick's eyes, the glass had moulded itself back together with a satisfied tinkling noise. Patrick gaped, his mouth wide open, his thoughts reeling even more than they had just a few seconds ago. Patrick reached out with a finger and poked it, the glass rolling away from him like a normal glass. Not like something that had just been broken five seconds ago.

"Patrick, did something just break?" said his father, now standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Looking incredibly irritable, and wearing his 'there better not be trouble' face.

Patrick ignored his dad though. His brain was on a roll. Thoughts were colliding in ways that most people didn't even think were possible. Did he really just use magic? Had he been using magic throughout his whole life but never realised? Could he really turn his teachers into frogs? Did you get into trouble if you used magic when you didn't mean too?

Holy frick on a stick, he was a wizard.

So there you go.

Summary: Nothing much. Patrick is obsessed with frogs. His dad's a jerk. Hagrid is awesome.

I hope you enjoyed it. I know nothing much happens but I am known as a 'rant-writer'. I write loads, but nothing really happens. I PROMISE THE NEXT CHAPTER HAS MORE INTERESTINGNESS. And I'll introduce more characters.

In other news, Thirty Seconds To Mars are amazingly good live, and I was actually lucky enough to see them in Newcastle on the 27th. They were brilliant. IF YOU HAVE THE CHANCE, GO BUT TICKETS NOW.

Okay, advert over. Thank you for reading. If you review, you can either get a hug from Jared or from Patrick. It's true.
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~Rain