I woke up lying on a hospital bed. What happened? Where am I? Last thing I remember I was in my house. I grabbed my head as a bolt of remembered agony shot through me. What was that? The Old Religion… my thoughts were interrupted by a woman leading an old man through the door.

"Here he is Professor Dumbledore. He was admitted earlier today, he should be waking up- Oh you're awake!" The woman who looked like a nurse exclaimed when she saw me sitting up.

"Ah, young man," I snorted at this in my head, this man while he looked old, was at least five times younger than I was. He continued on, "I wonder if you would tell me your name?"

"Uh, m-may I a-ask why?" I managed to stutter out acting like I was still half asleep since I didn't want them to know just how fast I recovered.

"Just to make sure I have the right person, I have a letter for one Mr. Merlin Emrys.

"Well, I guess you have the right person then." I said, thinking quickly why this Professor Dumbledore had a letter with my name. My actual name. It was a closely guarded secret considering that to the rest of the world I was long dead.

"Ah, then I would like to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster of the school." The old man said.

"But, I-" I started to say 'I'm too old' but I caught myself when I glanced around at myself, I wasn't in my normal 26 year old body, it looked like I had de-aged down to around 11 or 12.

Dumbledore misunderstood my hesitance, "Are you trying to say you aren't a wizard? Have you ever had things happen that didn't make sense? Strange things ever happen that can't be explained?" He smiled kindly at me.

"No, I just wasn't expecting that." I said. "What will I need to do to get ready for the start of school."

Dumbledore made a noise of surprise, "You are taking this news better than some other muggle raised wizards I have had the privilege of explaining this to." He cleared his throat, "There is also another matter, I hate to ask, but you are an orphan correct?" He asked looking sad.

"Yes," I answered almost choking up, 1500 years had passed and I still wasn't over the death of my parents.

"Ah, I thought so. Since you do not have a guardian, I will assign a professor to take you around Diagon Alley so you can get your school supplies, you will have a limited orphan allowance so you can get your books."

"Oh, uh Professor, I have my own Gringotts account from my dad," Not true, since it's my account from the start of the Bank, but he doesn't need to know that.

"Oh, I had not realized that, excuse me for presuming."

"That's okay, it tends to happen when I tell people I'm an orphan, they assume I never knew my parents, since they are dead." I said with a small smile.

"Well, since you are underage, I will assign a professor to go with you and to answer any last minute questions you may have." Dumbledore stood up. "Where will you be staying until then?" He asked.

"I guess at my house, if I can get out of the hospital soon enough. It's-" I started to tell him where it is, but Dumbledore interrupted me saying, "If you live there I will be able to send someone."

"Okay, professor." I managed to say before he was herded out of my room.

~ME~

A few days later, I heard one of my silent intruder spells go off. Since it was old magic, no one of this time should've been able to recognize it for what it was. They would just feel a strong magical presence. My doorbell rang and I opened the door to see a sallow skinned man dressed in a flowing black robe with what looked like greasy locks of flat, black hair and a sneer upon his face.

"I presume that you are Mr. Emrys? I am professor Snape. Professor Dumbledore sent me to escort you around Diagon Alley to receive your school supplies."

"Oh, uh. Hello, Professor," I managed to stutter out. This man was rude.

"Well, come on then. I do not know why Professor Dumbledore has assigned me this pleasure," his lip curled at this, "But I assure you, there are many things that I could be doing instead of catering to a muggle raised, underage wizard."

"Well I certainly didn't ask for a prat to show me around either, so I guess we'll just have to deal with it." I shot back, angered that this man thought that I knew nothing. But, I guess to him it appeared that way.

"Just because you were not raised with wizards does not mean that you can talk back to me. I am a professor and you will show me some respect or you will find yourself in detention before school even starts." Snape fired back. "Come. I want to get this over with as soon as possible. I do have other things to do today."

I followed him out the front door and down to the sidewalk, an uneasy feeling starting to creep into my stomach, "Are we-"

"Quiet! We are taking the Knight Bus to Diagon Alley to get your school supplies. I will warn you now the Knight Bus can take some getting used to so if you get nauseous be prepared."

"Professor, couldn't we just apparate there instead?" I asked, hoping that Snape would allow us to travel that way, although I didn't feel very optimistic.

"How do you know about apparation?" He questioned me. Crap I forgot that I was apparently a muggle-raised idiot. "Uh, my dad was a wizard and he mentioned it a couple of times before he died." I snorted to myself. Of course I knew about apparition, since I taught the founders the theory of it. I hoped that that would be a sufficient answer to dispel any further inquiries into my personal life.

"Your dad was a wizard? What was his name? Perhaps I knew him from school." Snape asked suddenly. Crap apparently it was Question-the-apparently-muggle-raised-kid-who-was-found-in-the- hospital time. "Um, I don't think you would know him. He was homeschooled and didn't like talking about his personal life with people." I finally said.

"Tell me his name, even if you think I wouldn't recognize it I might at least know something about his family." Snape was persistent. He had apparently forgotten about being rude to me in exchange for trying to dig into my life.

I thought for a minute, trying to remember the last name I had gone by, "Uh, fine. His name was Martin Emrys-"

"Martin Emrys?! The heir to the Emrys line?" Snape said shocked.

"Uh, I guess, He didn't really talk about his family much." I answered, of course I didn't talk about my family, they were all dead and gone. Besides I wasn't going to tell Snape that the man he was thinking of was me.

"If he is dead and you are his son, that means that you are the heir to the Emrys line. You are practically wizarding royalty." Snape said sounding amazed.

I decided to try to bring him back on topic, "So does that mean we can apparate to Diagon Alley instead of taking the Knight Bus?" I looked at him hopefully.

"Um, I guess, but I warn you that first time apparition can be worse than the Knight Bus."

"Let's just go and we can find out," I said with a cheeky grin.

I got a small smirk back, "Don't say I didn't warn you." And like that he grabbed my arm and we disappeared.

So, this is the first story that I am posting on FF. I promise nothing else fast as I barely have enough time for school and work. I am planning on continuing this just at a pace that isn't worth holding your breath over, so don't ask.

~LMTC