Hi and welcome to my first fanfic. I hope you guys like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. My OC's are all I own.
Prologue
Blue eyes lit the starry night. A small frail boy rose to eye his surroundings. He was in an empty alley. Why was he here again? That's right he was going back home with his mommy from having gone shopping. He'd gotten a bucket hat, that's what his mommy called it. He found it funny a hat was called a bucket, but he didn't care he liked it. Where was his hat? Oh! It was next to his mommy.
He walked toward her wondering why she was sleeping on the floor. It was dirty.
"Mommy. Mommy, wake up. Let's go home. We can sleep at home."
He shook her cold clothes as his breath froze with each word. His hands shuddering. The shaking and her son's body expression brought her to consciousness. Her own blue eyes lit the night even more, but they were beginning to wither from such brightness.
"Lucian, my little boy." She quivered. "Listen closely to what I'm about to tell you. It's about your daddy." Tears began threatened to swell her mesmerizing pale complexion.
"Mommy, why are you crying? We have to go home. It's bedtime." The boy grabbed his mothers' hand as he began to cry as well.
"So much like your father you are. You resemble him more than you do to me. You only have my eyes." She stared into his barely adequate boyish face. "But I guess that's a good thing. A boy should always grow to admire his father though I guess I took that away from you. I'm sorry, Lucian."
The mother's hand was getting heavier. The boy, Lucian, began to shake her more as he began to shout. Canines from a distance began to howl.
"No, Mommy, get up we have to get home. I have school tomorrow. It's my first day. You have to take me to school."
Lucian's mother lips spread into a smile. A reminiscing one.
"Lucian," her eyelids closed and opened to show her feeling light. "your daddy…. he is…. a…good man. His name is…." Her dying breath revealed the name to her son of his only living parent now.
The boys cry resonated with the final howl of the night.
July 1st, 1991
A boy fell on his back as two others backed away in fear. Looking up at the one responsible for his fall, he slipped to his feet.
"Hurt another animal and next time I won't just punch you a few times, Carver."
The assailant declared with a bruised cheek and bleeding lip that ruined the elegance he could give. This was a twelve-year-old Lucian. It had been seven years since the death of his mother.
Carver dashed away shouting that it wasn't the end. Something that Lucian found amusing. He was big for someone their age, but he'd fought bigger. Turning to the injured animal the group had harassed, he looked at the feathery fella. It had an injured claw. Ripping a bit of his sleeve he tied it around its limb.
"There. That should do." He lifted it up in his hands. "All better, right?"
The bird hooted and moved its neck.
"I'll take that as a thank you." He laughed to himself.
The owl hooted once more before flying away.
"Later," Lucian said as he watched it disappear into the sun.
He lived in an orphanage. It was the only place a kid with no parent around and no known guardian was to go. The place was, for a lack of a nice word- shitty. No one was mistreated but there was nothing to prove that they were treated pleasantly either. Well, that went more for him as he was a bit of a troublemaker.
Like with the kids that had harassed the bird, Lucian got into fights. At school or outside of it. It was the typical seventh-grade excuse for bullies; he was smart. As stupid as it sounds that's how it has been for him. He didn't care what their reasons were he wouldn't just let it happen. And it was never something that could be resolved for the authority at school were all in different ways corrupt, no matter how big or small.
Well, it didn't matter to him. Nothing did these days. He just lived in his own way. One that got him in trouble most times. With the housemother and caretakers.
"Lucian." Think of the devil and they shall appear.
"Yes?"
"Yes, housemother." Lucian mentally sighed. "Now, I'm here to tell you that you'll be having a guest tomorrow. I want you on your best behavior." The house mother stated strictly.
"Yes, housemother." Accepting his reply, she walked off.
Lucian went into what couldn't compare to his old room and lied on the lonely bed. He wondered what guest he'd have. He didn't know anyone.
What he didn't know was that it was a guest that his mother knew.
The next day
Lucian lay in his bed waving his finger as a box that contained his precious belongings floated in the same pattern his finger moved. This was something he'd found he could do a few years ago when the ball he was playing with was thrown into the river by an older kid. It'd gotten in too deep for him to swim after it. He sat on the shore and decided to just skip rocks in his depressed state.
The rocks had skipped a few times like any thrown by someone who knew how but in one of his flicks it just floated in the air. He tried to replicate it many times but it didn't happen again until he almost broke the only keepsake of his mother. A small sapphire necklace. It was one of those times when his emotions reached its peak and he just had to release it somehow. The necklace was a gift from his father to his mother. And the thought of him being because he wasn't here or there made him do something that he could've regretted. He threw it out the window in anger but just as he had he wanted it back. Reaching out in vain, his hand never caught it but his ability did.
That was the day he learned he wasn't normal.
The door then opened without notice causing Lucian to lose concentration of his hold on the box. It landed roughly on the ground.
Housemother and an old man came to be from the door opening.
"Lucian, what was that noise?" the housemother questioned immediately.
"I-uh dropped my box." Lucian laughed.
The housemother nodded before introducing the expected visitor the boy had. She then left for other business leaving Lucian alone with the old man. It was a bit awkward.
"So, uh, who are you, old man?" he rudely asked.
The old man didn't seem to notice his attitude. "I never thought I'd be back to this place ever again." Lucian stared at him weirdly as he looked around the room. "Lucianus. Mind if I call you Lucian?"
Surprised by the sudden friendliness to the question, he permitted it anyways.
"Wonderful. Now, how about a lesson than a proposition, yes?"
"A lesson, sir?"
"Yes. A lesson on the name of the spell you are casting, young wizard."
The old man smiled at the boys shocked expression.