A/n: This is something very different from what I usually write, and read. I sort of got drawn in by the idea of magic in other countries and how things would be there. Anything relating back to Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling.

The One and Only King of Magic

=Chapter One=

He was perfect. From the moment his father had first held him in his arms, Moses King was the shining star in his father's life. From the moment he had been brought home he became the highlight of any visiting party's day. His grandfather called it 'The King Family Trait', the amazing ability to be loved and adored by anyone and everyone.

Moses' father David had used the King family trait to work his way up into parliament, working closely with the President of the U.S.A himself, despite being an African American. It was the family Trait that had blessed David King with a beautiful and intelligent wife, Maria. He had met her at an orchestra performance and had been taken with her from the moment he laid eyes on her playing the cello with a passion. Two years later they were married and their life was flourishing, they had a fabulous house, good jobs and were as happy as possible. However four years later, when she fell pregnant, Maria's life went downhill. A workmate had replaced her position in the orchestra and her parents, who were not the most agreeable of people, found out about their future grandchild. The next nine months were difficult and stressful, particularly when she ended overdue and the size of a small planet.

Things only got better for David who found himself with a very high paying job as the President's treasurer, a lot of responsibility and new found social status. It was everything that David had worked so hard towards. He didn't make things easier for Maria with moving to a more upper-class suburb with the rich and famous, and all the outings and functions but she was happy he had achieved his dream and didn't want to burst his bubble. Then on the 1st of January 1994 Moses Zachary King was born.

The perfect child he was. He attended the best private primary school and did very well. Moses played a range of sports from soccer to tennis and succeeded at each. He had many different hobbies and interests. His mother could not have been more pleased when he started learning the piano at four and never stopped. Moses hardly ever saw his parents though, not that he let it bother him. He found solace in books, whenever he found time amidst his busy scheduled day Moses would be found with a book in hand. He was a friendly boy but had very few friends due to his odd habits. He often was around when things went wrong, or someone got hurt, and some even blamed him for all the weird things that happened. Moses couldn't explain anything; he had no clue why things just happened around him.

Life was perfect and peaceful, David and Maria were happy and successful and over the years their son hid the odd happenings that occurred, not wanting to spoil their happiness and afraid for himself.

It wasn't until the 29th of July, 2005, that the King family's peace was upset.

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Professor Jeffrey Grant was getting incredibly bored, having been saddled with the irritating task of visiting each and every muggleborn witch or wizard who would be attending the Alterra Academy of Magical Education, fondly known as the AA to students. Grant had visited over twelve families so far, the reactions always varying. Being muggleborn himself Grant understood the trials and tribulations faced by magical children from non-magical families but it bothered him that the staff sent the muggleborn teacher to do the job. Muggleborns were just as respected as any other wizard in the U.S. but there would always be racism in minor forms.

Moses King, was the next name on the list, and from the small file that the American Ministry had on him, he had been magically active since he was very young. Most wizards assumed that that surely meant his parents would have realised something but that was not the case most of the time, Grant found. The boy's parents were affluent and Grant wasn't sure whether or not that would make this conversation more difficult. With a near soundless apparition Grant bypassed the large wrought iron gates around the countryside estate, a summer home to file stated, a stood on their doorstep. Opening the door Grant found himself in an impressive looking foyer and being stared at oddly by a receptionist.

"Hello, can I help you?"

"Yes, actually, I'm looking to speak with Mr and Mrs King about their son, Moses" Grant hoped she wouldn't tell him he'd have to make an appointment because that was not the way the school did things.

"Well, Mr and Mrs King aren't busy today so… You said you needed to speak to them regarding their son?" The reception picked up the phone, but her fingers hesitated over the buttons as she asked the question.

"Yes, about his schooling come this September," Grant smiled, hoping it might help the situation somewhat.

"Why didn't you say so to begin with?" the reception gave him a big smile and made the call.

He took a seat. He had to wait five minutes apparently while a housemaid arrived to escort him to the drawing room. Once the maid came Grant found himself walking through the halls of the manor admiring its grandeur, and the King's good taste in décor. Old and expensive looking portraits and paintings adorned the walls here and there. Through the window they passed he got a glimpse of an impressive looking garden full of flowers in bloom. Grant sincerely hoped he wouldn't be dealing with a spoilt brat who though he was all-powerful because he could do things that the muggles couldn't. A door opened and Grant was greeted by both Mr and Mrs King. Sitting down, accepting the maid's offer of coffee or tea Grant couldn't help but notice that the King's were as attractive as their house.

"So, Charity explained that you're here regarding Moses' education come September," David King stated more than asked.

"Yes, I have to tell you, and this may be hard to here, but Moses," Here grant turned toward the young boy, "you are a wizard,"

Mrs King's delicate French china tea cup smashed on the magnificent hardwood floor.

"What nonsense is this?" Mr King huffed.

"It isn't nonsense Mr King. Moses have you ever been around when something odd happened, something impossible, and felt as though maybe you have something to do with it?" Grant hoped the boy would help him out here.

"Is it possible for things to vanish randomly and for things to move by themselves when they otherwise wouldn't?" The boy looked as though he wasn't sure whether or not this was a joke of some sort.

"Yes, because you are a wizard Moses, our records have you performing accidental magic since you were only two years old," Grant admittedly was impressed by that little detail.

"Prove it," David King uttered, looking expectantly and threateningly at the wizard before him. With a careless swish of his wand and a 'reparo' the tea cup was fixed, sitting on the table. Mrs King looked astonished, and probably pleased, that her tea cup was back to its original state.

"That was pretty convincing," Moses said, stunned but smiling.

"Yes, I suppose it was;" Mr King said, "Now how does this pertain to his education Mr Grant?"

"Moses has been accepted to a wizarding school Mr King, the Alterra Academy of Magical Education, and we hope you will permit him to attend," Mr Grant had never had a parent refuse to allow their child to attend, in the decade he had been teaching and he didn't want to start with this child.

"David, what are we supposed to do, send him there and tell our friends and family what?" Mrs King worried.

"Well, what happens if we don't send him?" Mr King looked at his wife, when he should have asked Grant.

"His accidental magic would become stronger and more frequent, causing problems and creating inevitable awkward and unexplainable situations,"

"Okay then, I want to know about the curriculum at this Academy then," Mrs King looked at Grant with distaste. She wasn't a silly women, if she had never heard anything of this topic then they must be hidden which would mean her son would be boarding at the school.

"The Academy has a fantastic curriculum. All Ineo take six core subjects being Transfiguration, Charms, Potion, Defence, Herbology and Fundamentals." Grant smiled warmly, remembering his Ineo years at the Academy.

"What is an Ineo?" Mr King enquired.

"'Ineo' is the term for students studying their first three years. Then we have the fourth, fifth and sixth years, our 'Medius', who begin electives along with five of the six core subjects. Then we have our 'Peractio', the seventh and eight years, who select their own classes." Grant explained, usually the further he got into the explanation the more confused parents became but Mr and Mrs King both seemed to follow easily.

"Oh, almost forgot, our elective classes include some non-magical subjects like geography, history both magical and non-magical though I'm not sure if we still offer chemistry." Grant hoped their familiarity with such subjects would appeal to them.

"Okay, I think we both agree you're not insane and that everything you have just said is real but before we consent, I want to see one thing," Mr King looked directly at Grant and Grant had no clue where this was going to go.

"If Moses is indeed and actual… wizard, then he should be able to do something with that stick you wave about too," Mr King tried to sound formal about but Grant saw the end of his mouth switch in amusement.

Grant sighed, the school board had strictly forbidden him from doing this very thing after the events that ensued when he did so last time. The result was a multi-coloured poodle that developed the ability to breathe fire. The Board had not been impressed. Looking at Moses, who didn't look particularly like either parent but an equal blend of both, Grant hoped he didn't do something dangerous as he handed the boy his wand. With an upwards flick of it, the teacup rose into the air, where Mrs King quickly grabbed it encase it dropped onto the floor again. Moses looked at the wand in his hand, smiled a little, and handed it back. Grant felt like laughing with relief.

"So you need to aware that transport to school is by aeroplane, a private one of course, from the Ronal Reagan Washington Airport. Of course I have here with me a folder containing all necessary information and application." Grant conjured the folder with another flick of his wand. He realised that Moses himself was rather silent. This didn't surprise Grant, the boys file had said that his father was an important muggle politician and his mother extremely well educated. Looking at the boy Grant realised how much of himself he saw in the child. There was the same reserved awe of magic and a fierce need to branch out and become an individual.

"I will be back sometime in the next month before school begins to take Moses to Emrys City. This is an entirely wizarding city and it has all the shops provided books and uniform in its shopping district. I will also be bringing another teacher and other children who have non-magical parents with us to the city. You are more than welcome to accompany us," Grant offered after explaining.

"We lead a rather busy life Mr Grant; I'll make sure we schedule time to accompany Moses next year when he'll be able to help us out." Mrs King smiled at him.

With that they had all said their goodbyes and Grant was being lead away by the housemaid. He was more than pleased with how that went. Moses King had been the last child he had to visit and now he faced the cheery prospect of apparating to the school staff meeting and retelling the events of each and every house visit he had made in the last two days. He waved to Charity, the receptionist, on the way out the front door. Looking around carefully Grant decided all was safe and apparated to the golden gate that marked the entrance to the Alterra Academy. A muttered spell specially keyed to the gate caused a portkey to appear, it took Grant straight to the staff room where several of the teachers were currently helping themselves to coffee and biscuits waiting for the arrival of their colleagues.

Ten minutes later and the Academy's twenty five plus school teachers were all seated around an incredible large and round rouble. Each one spoke of one thing or another and Grant dutifully relayed the reactions of the parents. Four hours later he was free to go home and lounge by the pool.

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In his room Moses was unsure. His parents had seemed to react well but he had seen his father react well at work, and then be upset or angry at home when no one was around. Sighing, the boy decided to clean up his room, a habit when things were bothering him.

There wasn't much cleaning for him to do though. His room was always kept pretty clean because his parents wouldn't stand for their perfect son to have a messy room. A piano, two large bookshelves, assorted sports equipment and stereo were placed amongst his room neatly. Books stood neatly in the full shelves and were piled on random flat surfaces. He remembered when he had visited his father's friend once. He had had a son that Moses was told to go and play with and they had found themselves in the other boy's room. It had had a television and X-Box, assorted games and posters, the bed had only been a single but the sheets had had superheros on them. The other boy's room was also, not messy as such, but disorganised and scrambled. Moses guessed that that was what most kid's rooms looked like. His didn't, it looked like a room belonging to a grown up.

Throwing down the book he had been about to put away, Moses picked up his soccer ball and headed outside to play… in his good clothes.

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Mr and Mrs King were in their room talking. Mrs King was worried, she loved her son so much and he was such a good boy. She didn't want him picking up bad habits from these other strange children. Mr King was still processing the idea that magic did indeed exist and that his only son, his only child, could use it. This put a stop to all of David King's plans to have his son join politics and become a prominent and important member of both the political and upper class parties. Then there was how this would affect Moses, himself. Would he hate this new and strange world like his father hoped he would or would he embrace it and join it. There were so many questions that both Mr and Mrs King wanted answers to but none of them could be answered by anyone other than Moses and he had no idea.

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Four hours later Moses walked back to the house cold, for it was getting late, sweaty and covered in dirt but he was smiling. He was, by his watch, due to sit down and have dinner in fifteen minutes. Breathily heavily Moses navigated his way through the house to his room leaving a trail of mud and dirt behind him. He got changed, out of courtesy, and made his way to the dining room slowly.

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The day had finally come when Moses was lounging in the foyer, a book in his hand. August weather was good and his parents were away when Grant made reappearance. This time however, he was dressed differently. Moses was up and out the door quickly.

"Hello, eager are we?" Grant chuckled.

"Sure, let's go," Moses looked at the man.

"We're going to apparated to the location where everyone is waiting to hold on tight to my arm." Grant explained. Moses frowned; he didn't need to hold onto him as far as his mind was concerned.

"You have to or I'll just apparated away without you," Reluctantly Moses took his arm and felt a pull behind his navel. When he opened his eyes he was in an empty café, by the looks of it, and a group of children his own age stood with another adult. She was older than Grant, with steel grey hair, blue eyes and a plump smiling face.

"Alright children," she called gaining everyone's attention, "I'm Professor Ramón and you all know Professor Grant, today we're shopping for school supplies, now I know some of you had queries about how you are going to pay for all of this. The school has a special fund that provides all muggleborn students with financial assistance if needed. Today we will pay the full costs of your shopping and you parents will be notified that a certain amount of their money will be removed from their bank accounts to pay back the school."

"So let's split you into two groups," and Ramón did so. Moses soon found himself being led down a busy street by Professor Ramón. None of the other children in the group looked like they wanted to try and make friends with him. Moses didn't care because it was the various shops and on goings of the street that held his attention. Random objects floated around or disappeared and appeared somewhere else. Everything was colourful and alive, noisy yet peaceful and Moses found himself excited at the prospect of a magical school.

The first stop was for school uniforms and the woman in the store was very nice to all of them. The inside of the shop was just as amazing as the street outside. Folded amounts of fabric flew from place to place when they were needed, things cut or sewed themselves and the till worked itself. Moses was amused at how plain and boring his life had been just weeks ago. His turn was last and Ramón was busy keeping the other children from running off in the waiting room. The robes, as the teachers called them, were very nice. The oxford shirts were a very pale beige, the trousers brown and the robe itself a slightly darker brown. The emblem on the shirt was fancy, a sphere half a silver moon, half a golden sun hovering right over an open book with "Alterra Academy" written in script below that. Each student was given five sets of school robes and a physical education outfit consisting of shorts and polo shirt.

Moses had asked the professor about sports class, she had said that there wasn't one but students were given a log book and were expected to get at least four hours of exercise each week, in their own time. Their next stop was the book shop, Scrolls and Scriptures. There they had to collect their books. Moses noticed that wizards had weird names. The man in the shop offered to help him find them since he was lagging behind the group. Moses looked at his booklist, helping the shopkeeper.

The Ineo First Year Booklist is as follows:

The Basics of Transfiguration by Lucretius Del Mari

Charming Spells and Enchantments by Topher Aeolian

First Steps into Potions by Daedalo Malcolm

Magical Protection, Defence for Learners by Flavya Draconis

School Fundamentals: Learning, Reading, Writing and Study by Castle Moore

The shop owner explained to Moses that Fundamentals class was a class where they went over reading, writing, learning in class and efficient study by ones' self. Having attended a prestigious private school Moses knew that he would do well in that particular class. It was his other classes that he was excited to get started on. Everything about magic and this magical world just jumped out at Moses, he felt like he needed to learn as much as possible. He couldn't imagine how great it would have been to be raised in such a world. He was usual a calm and content person, even when the most joyous occasion came around, but he felt like smiling.

"Come along Mr King," Ramón called. Moses caught up with the group, still looking around at the shops and taking in as much as possible. He found that their next stop was a shop called Picassos'. As it turned out Reinhardt Picasso was a wandmaker. He didn't look like one. Moses had seen many pictures of Albert Einstein over the years and the resemblance between Einstein and Picasso was amusing. He had a quick chat with Ramón and got to work in equipping the other Muggleborns with wands. There was a lot of whispering and giggling, sparks flying everywhere and muttering from Picasso. One by one everyone found their wand, one that fitted them perfectly.

"And you are?" Picasso addressed him.

"Moses King, sir," Moses looked up at the odd old man.

"Do you know how we narrow down wand choices for a person?"

"No, sir, I don't." Moses said. Mentally he thought, but I am curious though.

"Here," Picasso handed him a few sheets of paper, "We find out your wand wood and core using a questionnaire,"

Moses used the pen that the man handed him and filled it out. It narrowed down his birth date and asked a few questions about what sort of a person he was. He had tried outright lying but the pen hadn't allowed him too, Moses guessed it was magical. Done with the questionnaire Moses handed it back to Picasso.

"Hmm, Birch wood that's for sure, definitely. Core, core… intelligent child, independent and self-willed, let's see… try this wand Mr King. Birch and Kelpie hair, twelve inches, good for all spells," Picasso opened a draw at his desk and in it was a box. Pulling it out and opening it, he picked up the wand and handed it to Moses.

Moses flicked it upwards much the same way he had when he had tried Professor Grant's. Nothing happened though and Moses felt a little put off.

"Okay, certainly not Kelpie hair then, okay, alright… well, you're not Irish so that narrows it down" the man muttered and Moses furrowed his brow. What did being Irish have to do with anything?

"Aha! This is birch too, the core is phoenix feather though and it's ten and half inches, give it a try,"

Moses flicked it at the lamp on the desk this time; maybe a smaller target would achieve better results. Still, nothing happened.

"Not phoenix father either obviously, so this one… Dragon heartstring," Picasso handed him another wand. This one had the same result, nothing. Moses tried a few more something with Ash, another with hippogriff something, more types of hair and a fang one. All up, seventeen wands later Mr Picasso was getting a bit annoyed. H e trotted into the back room and came back with a box, looking like he hoped it would be the last. Moses did too; Professor Ramón had come to watch, though keeping an eye on the other children in the group. Grant had joined them, his group having already gotten theirs. After this they were to go the apothecary and the menagerie in one big group.

"Do you think this one will finally be it, Picasso?" Grant asked.

"I hope so, though I have always been unwilling to let anyone try this particular wand but he's having no luck and this wand has never found a match so… let's see how it goes," Picasso pulled the wand out of the box and handed it to Moses. Pointing it at the lamp and flicking the wand upwards the lamp rose, and promptly smashed into the roof. Moses was about to drop the wand when gold and silver glittery dust seem to come from it. It felt right, not odd or awkward like all of the others.

"He mentioned he could use your wand Grant. However your core is a very small amount of chimera scale, still it's powerful though. This wand is birch, you really suit the birch wood, the core is chimera scale like Grant's but a much larger amount, extremely powerful young man so don't abuse it, I believe the length is thirteen and a half inches," Picasso said, with a flick of his own wand his lamp was repaired and Moses, the professors and the other children were being ushered away.

Looking down at the wrapped wand box Moses felt everything sink in. This meant he was indeed a wizard, he could indeed do magic and no, the Alterra Academy had not in fact made a mistake.

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Moses sat in his room that night thinking about the events of his day after he had gotten his wand. The apothecary had been a big old room covered in dusty old shelves full of different ingredients that he was told were used in potions. There they had also bought their pewter cauldrons, silver knives and glass phials.

While he had been picking up everything he needed, Moses had listened to the two professors conversing. It seemed that Professor Grant taught Magical Healing to Medius and Peractio students while Professor Ramón taught Fundamentals to the Ineo students. They had chatted about their classes and certain students, troublesome and well behaved. Moses was eager to begin school, to make friends he hoped. None of the muggleborn children showed any interest in him so maybe some of the others would, at school. At the menagerie Moses and the other children had been told that each student was allowed one pet at the Academy, and they were allowed to run around the shop and pick one, along with everything they would need to care for it.

Moses' parents had not been big fans of pets. Pets ran around, shed and made a mess, all things they would not stand for. At first he had planned on just not looking and refusing to pick one. That had been before he had accidently stumbled on the puppy. It was the funniest but cutest thing he had ever seen. The sign said it was a Tervueren, a Belgian Sheppard. It had a black face and the fur on its body started out brown but the tips slowly turned black. Moses picked it up and noticed that the sign said it was a boy. He knew how much his parents would hate it, just by looking at it. That just made Moses want him more. He loved his parents but they had denied him everyday things that most children got or experienced. Moses walked through the shop picking things up for the dog.

At the end of the day when he had gotten home, his parents were still away. The dog, named Hero, had curled himself up on his new bed, on the floor at the foot of Moses' double bed. Sighing, knowing well that his parents would probably be very late home Moses decided to go to bed. It was ten and if he wasn't in bed soon he would sleep in, another thing his parents didn't agree with.

Moses dreamed of the magical school that awaited him, the friends he sincerely hoped he would and all the things he was determined to learn.

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A/n: Next update will be in a few days to a week. Long holidays mean I can actually update. Tell me what you think, suggestions are welcome also.

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