Orion Taylor: Year One

Orion had grown up without parents, he was left at an orphanage while he was young. Orion didn't remember anything of his parents of his life before the orphanage. Orion didn't mind being in the orphanage, it was comfortable enough, the children all tended to get along, and the carers where nice, and there was always enough food and clothes to go around.

Orion stood in front of the bathroom mirror, dressed in black jeans and a black hoody, his dark black eyes shining back at him. Orion had always preferred black, he didn't know why, he was just… drawn to it? He was a very handsome boy, sharp aristocratic features, hair neatly hanging down to his shoulders, silver in colour, his pale skin in stark contrast to the blackness he surrounded himself with.

Pointing his hand out toward the sink, a toothbrush came flying toward him, he deftly caught it having been doing the same thing for as long as he could remember. You see Orion was not like other children, no he was different. Orion had what he dubbed "Magic." He could move things with his mind, control people to a certain extent, move to anywhere he'd been before if he thought hard enough, summon elements in the palm of his hand, and he could also talk to snakes, although he had only learnt the latter about a year ago.

It all started when he was small, summoning toys, when he was old enough to realise what he was doing he'd learnt to hide it from the others, but every night for two hours he'd practice, no he could do magic without a second thought. He'd learnt he could talk to snakes when the orphanage had a trip to the zoo, he spoke with a small Viper, the snake talked about hating being in the zoo, so Orion freed it. The Viper, told Orion it was called Celler, the two had become fast friends, Celler now lived in Orion's bedroom.

Dressing with a click of his fingers, Orion made his way downstairs before anyone else woke, it was time for his morning run.

Orion arrived back at the orphanage sweaty and hungry, pausing to check if anyone was around, Orion clicked his fingers and a sandwich made itself on the table, he'd found he'd been eating a lot more recently, he'd also been growing quite a bit, he put this down to having a birthday in September so he looked older than most of his class mates, looking more like a teenager, he'd be turning 12 in a month.

"Yeah." He mused to himself "Exactly a month, September 5th."

Orion finished up his sandwich and was about to make his way upstairs, when he was stopped by one of the carers.

"Someone is here to see you, Orion." She spoke cheerily "Just through here."

No one had ever come to see Orion before, maybe it was his parents? No, he pushed that though down, it couldn't be them, though no shame in hoping.

Orion followed the Carer into the meeting room, in said room there was an oddly dressed in what looked like robes? She looked stern, about middle aged too, Orion mused.

"Hello?" he asked attentively.

"Hello Mister Taylor, I'm professor McGonagall. I am here to tell you about a place at the school I teach in."

Orion stared at her dumbfounded, causing the teacher to chuckle. Orion hadn't ever signed up for any school, he had the grades too of course, he was nothing short of a prodigy, but the point remained that he'd never asked anyone about a school.

"I need to explain somethings to you I see, the school I teach at is called Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. And you mister Taylor are a wizard." said the women

"I knew it!" Orion exclaimed and pumped his fist in the air, causing a chuckle from the older women. "Sorry, I just got a little excited, I knew I could do magic, I knew it!" he exclaimed with a slight stutter in his haste to make the words known.

"Is that so?" Asked the older women. "how would you have known that mister Taylor?"

"I've been doing it for years, summoning things, creating elements, disappearing and reappearing in places I know, talking to snakes!" Orion said with a sense of accomplishment. The women looked taken aback at this, causing Orion to frown. "have I said something wrong" he asked nervously.

"Certainly not young man, I'm incredibly impressed you can do that, most adult wizards can't even do that and they are trained." The women smiled "You mister Taylor are going to be one impressive wizard, that I can tell you already." Orion smiled.

"can you tell me more about this school please professor?" asked Orion curiously.

"of course, young one, ask away." She smiled serenely.

The next two hours were filled with Orion's questions…

"Okay mister Taylor I'm going to have to ask you to stop asking questions now, I really must be going, I will be back in one week to take you too Diagon Alley to pick up your supplies for school." The women spoke looking exasperated. Orion chuckled at his own curious nature. Professor McGonagall spoke again, "Keep yourself safe Mr Taylor, I'll be back in a week." And with that she spun on her heel and disappeared with a soft crack.

Orion practically ran out of the room, he needed to talk to Celler and to start packing his things for school.

The next couple of days where some of the best Orion had ever had, he was practicing harder than ever in anticipation of McGonagall's arrival. A day later a pouch appeared on his bed, opening the pouch he found it contained gold, and a lot of it, the pouch was definitely bigger on the inside. Along with a note, the note read:

To Mr Taylor

Enclosed is a sum of 5000 galleons

Use it well and we look forward to what you could become

Find us when you figure it all out

Signed

A mysterious benefactor

Orion knew what a galleon was after his extensive questioning of McGonagall, and he knew 5000 was quite a lot of them, about £25,000 if his conversion was correct. He put the note in the pouch and closed it. Going into to pick up the pouch he expected it to weigh quite a bit, but as he picked it up it weighed absolutely nothing, Orion fell into bed that night extremely perplexed at this "Mysterious Benefactor"

The day of McGonagall's visit arrived fast, he ran down to the meeting room as soon as he was told he had a visitor.

"Good morning professor!" He managed to get out.

McGonagall chuckled at his antics and replied with "Good Moring child, I take it you are ready to get your supplies?"

"Yes please." Replied Orion, this time a little politer.

Producing a little silver cap McGonagall said, "Take hold of this, it is called a portkey, it will take us to the leaky cauldron."

"okay!" squeaked Orion in amazement.

Taking hold of the cap, McGonagall said "Hogwarts." a tug behind his naval was the only indication Orion had of traveling, before he knew it he was stood in front of an old pub.

"This is the leaky cauldron." Proclaimed McGonagall.

AN:

So, this is the first chapter, it's a little on the short side, but I will try and make them longer from here on out. Thanks for reading.