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Author's Note: So this is the start of the "Quest for Merlin" This story will comprise of both 1st and 2nd years. I will do my upmost to post when I can. I have an end in mind, but that is a long, long way away. So I hope that you will stay with me until I am able to finish it. Any follow, favorite or comment is most welcome. I always love to hear what others have to say about my work.

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Quest for Merlin

Nineteen Years Later

Chapter 1

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The skies of Dublin Ireland were cast in graying clouds. The last week had been threating torrents of rain, but that had yet to be seen. The school grounds of West Bridge Secondary School emptied as classes were about to start and what few stragglers there were in the halls, quickly rushed to their designated rooms.

There was one student though, sitting in a chair by the front office. A young boy who looked rather confused. Reaching up he brushed his unruly dark brown hair out of his hazel eyes, while letting out a sigh. He kept his head down as he waited in silence for whatever was to come next in this very strange day he was having.

Across from him was a woman of rather large proportions sitting behind the receptionist desk. She looked up and pursed her lips as she stared at him, studying him closely. He was rather short for his age, roughly four feet and nine inches tall. His pale skin made him look a bit sickly under the schools florescent lights. Then looking down as his school paperwork she once again traced the boy's name with her finger. Clugin Nicolace Lawcurn. Typing it once again into the school computer to find out who he was, yet no matter how many times she did, his name would not appear in any files.

Suddenly the front doors to the school opened as a tall thin woman entered, walking at a brisk pace. Her high-heeled boots clacking on the aluminum floors as she headed to the front desk. She wore a long forest green rain jacket which tied at the waist. The belt she wore was the most peculiar shade of purple as it glimmered unusually in the light.

Addressing the woman the two began to discuss something that Clugin, though he tried his best not to eaves drop, couldn't make out quite what they were saying. He was distracted by her hair. It was tied back into a messy black bun, and every so often seemed to move as if hit by a breeze, yet there was no breeze. His mind snapped back as his eyes focused once again on the two women. He name had been spoken this time, and that certainly caught his attention.

"Yes", said the tall woman. "Clugin Lawcurn. I've come to retrieve him." She addressed the receptionist matter-of-factly.

"But miss, you see" the receptionist replied. "We are having a bit of an issue here ourselves. We can't just let you take him. We're not sure where he came from, as you see he isn't in any of our records. All we have here is what his parents signed at the start of the day as they dropped him off."

"Have the authorities or his parents been notified?" the tall woman asked.

"No miss." The receptionist replied. "We normally like to solve these issues ourselves. It's a last resort to involve the police. Mind you, we would have called the boy's parents if they had left a number. Unfortunately they seem to have left that out." She said with a frown.

The tall woman clapped her hands together with a wide smile. The receptionist appeared to be rather startled by this.

"Excellent" she said.

"I don't understand." The receptionist asked, "How pray is all this excellent?"

"Never you mind dear" the woman said waving the other woman's words away as if to toss them aside. "One moment please" she said as she reached into her jackets inner pocket.

The woman moved closer to the receptionist with her other hand she beckoned the woman to lean closer. Then she said something that must have been whispered, for Clugin could not hear. The light began to flicker, which caught his attention momentarily as he looked up. When he finally lowered his head he felt his breath catch in his throat. The woman was now standing before him. The receptionist was now wondering in the back, seemingly oblivious that the two of them were even there.

"Off we go " She said as she motioned for him to stand and to follow her.

Clugin got to his feet and grabbed his pack, slinging it over his shoulder and following her out into the school yard. Then he felt his feet stop before he registered as to why.

"Wait a mo" he said, his soft Irish accent smoothly flowing from his mouth. "Who are you?" He asked.

The woman stopped a few steps down from the front doors. Once again she gave a wide smile before speaking.

"My apologies, how very rude of me" She said. "My name is Vrashpauta, but you may address me as Mrs.V." She reached out to shake his hand, but Clugin did not take it.

"We are you takin me?" He asked, still unsure of this woman. He was sure that if he had to he could take her on and get away, but he didn't think she was that kind of woman. More so, it was his curiosity that kept him grounded.

"That's right" Mrs.V said as she pointed her finger into the air. "I seem to be forgetful this morning". Then once again she reached into her jacket inner pocket, producing a white envelope with a red wax stamp as its seal. She reached out once more as she handed it to him, "Go on" she motioned. "Open it".

Clugin took the envelope from her cautiously. The seal had an outline of a crest with a big H in its middle. Turning it over his name was written in cursive black ink. Clugin N. Lawcurn. Licking his lips as his anticipation grew to find out what all this was about; he broke the seal and pulled out two long pages of parchment that were folded twice to fit. Once he flattened out the first page so he could read it properly, he read it aloud.

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Dear Mr. Lawcurn

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We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

School term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.

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Yours Sincerely,

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Eldred Flit Bexley

Headmistress

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Clugin read, and re-read the letter. Each time he did so, it sounded more and more insane. This all sounded like some kind of joke. He loved to read books on magic and make-believe, played video-games of all kinds that put you in that role. But this… this had to be some kind of joke.

"Dead on" Clugin said with a chuckle. "Where's me mum and dad. Am I being pranked? Is this what this is?" He began to look about, trying to see if he could spot a hidden camera.

"This is no joke . You are in fact a Wizard, or at least to be a Wizard in training. You are not going to West Bridge. The Ministry of Magic has cleared everything up." She said reassuringly.

Yet when Clugin just stood staring at her is disbelief she turned around and began to walk away from him. "Come now, lots of things to do and for me at least, so little time."

Clugin took a moment to take in all the new information coursing through his head, then when that moment was up, decided to follow her, away from the school, he was supposedly not attending and to what, a school of magic? The thought was just too much.

They walked out of the courtyard and to the faculty parking lot. Clugin slowed his pace as Mrs.V came to a stop at a light blue painted Volkswagen Bug. A bit of rust showed at the sides close to its wheels. She placed his folder, which the school receptionist had earlier, onto the top of the car and rummaged in her pockets for the keys. Once the driver side was unlocked, she retrieved the folder, got inside and leaned over to unlock the other door. Taking a deep breath, Clugin walked up to the Bug and got in, placing his pack in the back seat and buckling up. Inside it smelt a bit like leather and wet dog. Then making sure both of them were safely buckled in, Mrs.V started up the car and began to drive.

A lot of time passed where the two sat in complete silence. Clugin staring out of the window, as the scenery whizzed past.

"Sickle for your thoughts" She said, whilst keeping her eyes on the road.

"Hmm?" Clugin murmured.

"Lost in thought?" She asked.

"A bit yeah" he replied.

Mrs.V smiled, "What about?"

"Well. You bein a Witch and all, I was thinkin. I mean. I was expectin you to have a broom was all." He said. Then moments later he began to feel his face grow hot with embarrassment for even thinking of such things.

"Ohh" She smiled. "Well, see. I only ride my broom on sunny day. Mostly out in the countryside when I'm not working." She giggled sweetly.

"Wait what? You're not serious, are ya?" he asked bemused. Yet all she did in reply was give him a quick wink, and then went back to focusing on her driving.

When she said nothing more, Clugin found himself slowly going back into deep thought. This time however it was of brooms. What it would be like to be on a broom. How cool that would be. Just the pure magic of it all intrigued him.

Then a rapping sounded next to his ear. Looking over to where Mrs.V had been sitting, he realized that she was no longer inside but standing outside his door. Grabbing his pack, Clugin got out and a few moments later he realized just where she had taken him.

"Home" He said. "You took me home?" He asked a bit disappointed. He really did want this to be real, to realize that it really must have been a joke, was starting to be all too much.

She had him follow her towards the building. His parents owned a great apartment on the thirty-second floor. It was in one of the richer neighborhoods in Dublin, but his parents had worked hard to be able to live here.

Sky Tower Suites , read the large steel plaque near the entrance. Mrs.V held open the door and he entered. The two walked to the elevator and got inside, and up to his floor. Once out he turned to Mrs.V to say goodbye but instead stared after her as she walked right past him, down the hall and directly into his home, not pausing even a moment to knock first.

"Wait a mo, you can't just walk in like that." Clugin called after her, now following her inside.

Once inside he just stood at the entrance way for a moment. Then his ears perked up when he heard voices coming from the living room. Moments later his mother's voice called to him.

"Clugin dear, where are you?"

Clugin kicked his shoes off and closed the front door. Dropping his pack on the floor he made his way to where his parents and Mrs.V were sitting and exchanging simple pleasantries.

"Mum, Dad. What are you doin here?" He asked, shocked to see them home. "Did somethin happen, you two al 'right?" a hint of worry in his voice.

"Sure we are. Clugin don't worry. Everythin' is gran" His father said in a deeper Irish accent than Clugin's.

"Av a seat dear" his mother spoke softly to him, patting the space between her and her husband in the middle of the sofa. Clugin obeyed his mother and sat down.

"So as I was saying." Mrs.V began again. "We should start."

However cut in before she could continue. "Where are you from?" He asked

Mrs.V nodded politely in reply "London. I work for the Muggle Relations Department for the Ministry of Magic"

"There is a Ministry of Magic?" Mrs. Lawcurn inquired curiously.

"Yes of course" Mrs.V replied. "There would have to be. We need to make sure magic is kept secret to all Muggles. So that nothing is discovered. We don't want a war now, do we", she stated more as fact than a question.

"What is this Muggle word, you keep callin' us?" Mr. Lawcurn asked. He looked a little annoyed at her. If it was one thing Clugin knew about his father, was that he was never one to allow titles in the house. He found them an excuse to call someone what they really thought of them.

"I apologize. I meant no disrespect, really." Mrs.V replied. "It's a term for those who possess no magical abilities."

Mr. Lawcurn all but nodded in reply, still not really sure if he was ok with the phrase. Taking the few moments of silence as a signal that it was ok to continue, Mrs.V began again.

"So as I have told you over the telephone. Your son possesses magical abilities. He will need to be in a school that will help him hone his skills and decrease the likelihood of him preforming magic in front of those who do not possess it. For the safety of both worlds" She said, now avoiding the Muggle term all together.

"So is this mandatory? You mean he 'as to go or it will be 'ard for him to control his, um, magic?" Mr. Lawcurn frowned. Even with being a lawyer and a very successful one in his opinion, he wanted to help prevent any kind of law-breaking where his family was concerned.

Mrs.V nodded to his question. Then it was Clugin's Mother who had a question, as she raised her hand in the air, as if a student addressing a teacher.

"Yes Mrs. Lawcurn?" Mrs.V said addressing his mother.

"Just Phoebe love. Calling me Mrs., makes me feel old, I'm used to Dr. if anything" Mrs. Lawcurn smiled sweetly. "Me question is, how much will the school cost? We 'av money of course, but it's so far away. I'm concerned on how we are to get him there." She asked as she straightened her back, composing herself the best she could. She prided herself on her job as a doctor and her ability to raise a good healthy boy. Yet she felt the need to put into words, to explain their current predicament.

"You see. Though we would love to go with him, we are an extremely busy pair. I'm a doctor and me husband a lawyer. It's quite 'ard to take time off you see." She said with as much dignity as possible.

"Yes of course. I completely understand. That is why we will handle the currency exchange with you and I will be his official Ministry escort to London. I hope that will suffice." Mrs.V said with a kind smile.

Both his Parents nodded in agreement to Mrs.V. Then they got to work. What paperwork they needed to sign. Where Clugin was to travel with her and what he was going to spend money on. Where he was going to stay in the time before his departure to his new school and that he needed supplies, books, a cauldron, a wand and they even discussed and agreed that he was to buy himself a pet, one that could travel home with him on the summer holidays. Clugin seldom asked questions, but rather listened to how his life was to change forever.

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