The Story of Kyle Lewer
Year One Chapter One
Kyle Lewer looked out the SUV's window and sighed, "Wow I hate this place."
Catherine Lewer sighed and took a moment to look over at her son. "What's wrong with London?"
"It's dirty, crowded and the weather is terrible. Which is saying something; seeing as we just moved from New York."
"Well you won't be here long, in a few days you'll be on a train to your new school."
"I still can't believe you believed her."
"Who? Professor McGonagall? Trust me as I said before she showed me some very believable proof she was a wizard. And they really want you cause you have a 'great potential', as she put it. I can't believe it, my son, a wizard."
"Yeah well let's see if I graduate school first. Oh here it is; 'The Leaky Cauldron'."
The black SUV pulled in front of the dirty looking bar parked itself there. Kyle and his mother got out and looked around, it was hard to believe that wizards had an entire shopping establishment behind this run down old building.
The pair went in, inside was a typical English pub, a bit run down with all sorts of types sitting huddled around old tables or trying to hide themselves in the shadows of the corners and booths. Catherine led her son past all these people out back where a brick wall stood, now common sense would say that the wall was that of the building next door but Catherine knew better.
She walked up to the wall and tapped the bricks in the order she was suppose to and...nothing happened. Well that was very odd, alright, do it again.
Still nothing.
"Something wrong dear?"
The Lewer's turned around and there stood an elderly woman wearing a fuzzy pink robe with yellow fuzzy stars on it.
"Oh yes we're trying to get into Diagon Alley but the entrance doesn't seem to be working."
"Really? That's fascinating I've never heard of a wizard or witch not being able to open the door to Daigon Alley!"
Catherine was a little embarrassed by that comment, if only witches and wizards were able to open the door to Daigon Alley how was Kyle suppose to get his school books and such? "Oh you see ma'am I'm not a witch, I'm a muggle…"
"Then you have no business in Daigon Alley off with you then."
"Uh. Excuse me but maybe then you know how I'm suppose to get my supplies for school then?"
The woman looked at Kyle, "Oh, oh! You're a muggle born, my apologies, if that's the case you should be able to open the door yourself. Going to Hogwarts are you? Good school, run by a great man."
Kyle thought she was still talking but he had tuned her out. He walked up to the wall, what had his mother pressed again. Kyle hadn't been told what the pattern to press was, he closed his eyes for a moment. Remembered how his mother walked up and pressed…
Catherine watched her son press the stones in proper order. He had his eyes closed which means he was doing it by remembering what she had done. She smiled as the wall began to pull apart, why was he worried about passing? His memory worked like a camera, the details he could remember of events of up to two years ago were amazing.
"There you go! See was that so hard?" The old woman said as she pushed past them.
The two Lewers had very different first impressions of Daigon Alley. Catherine was amazed at all the people in different coloured robes moving back and forth and even from the entrance she could see some truly amazing things in some of the store windows.
"Isn't it amazing?"
"Yeah mom. Best flea market I've ever seen." To Kyle it looked like the rest of London. Run down, crowded, loud. "There's our first stop."
Kyle pointed across the way to a large building on the opposite side of the Alley from where they were now. "Gringotts bank, to do the money exchange. I still don't believe they don't accept pounds at an exchange, it's so irritating."
"Kyle some times I wonder about you. Where's your sense of wonder? Your acting like this is just like any other shopping trip."
Kyle walked ahead and without looking back said, "No offence mom, but it is."
Well if that was one thing Kyle was, it was his fathers son. He was on a mission, and just like his father Catherine knew that it would the bank, then Ollivander's, then the robe shop and down the list with no variation until everything was done.
When Catherine walked into the bank and saw who worked there she almost felt like turning around. They were all short people with pointed ears and long noses.
"Goblins."
Catherine looked down at Kyle. "Pardon?"
"They're goblins or gnomes. Don't stare it's impolite."
Catherine blushed, the fact that her son was saying this to her, made her feel exceptionally silly. Why did Kyle seem un-phased by all of this? They waited in line which wasn't too bad for a bank only 30 minutes did the money exchange.
Catherine felt uncomfortable having bronze, silver and gold coins in her pockets. But now that they had proper money it was time to get down to some serious shopping.
The first stop was Olliviander's, the wand shop. They walked in and Catherine was left in awe again, for as high as the ceiling were small labelled boxes, thousands of them. Were these all wands? How was Kyle supposed to find which one he was suppose to get?
She heard the shop owner say to Kyle, "One wand for one owner. One of these is yours and now all we have to do is find it."
Catherine sat down on a chair near the entrance, this was gonna take along time.
"This one." Kyle climbed a ladder and pulled down one of the boxes.
The owner said, "Well if you wish to give it a try, we can find out if your correct."
Kyle pulled out the small wooden wand and flicked it about. Small silver stars came out of the wands end .
The shop keep seemed a bit surprised. "Well there you are. Looks like you were right. Birch with a stardust core, your quite the dreamer aren't you Mr. Lewer?"
Kyle looked at the shop keep. "Stardust core? Does that mean the wands contents just came out the end?"
"No, no my dear boy a star fell from the sky a hundred years ago and a section of it was placed inside that wand. It's what gives the wand its power. The combination of stardust and birch is quite interesting, it will usually help bring your dreams forward. You may become a great illusionist. With that wand you will be able to sculpt dream into flesh, you will be an interesting wizard if nothing else."
Kyle was starting to find this guy creepy, and slightly irritating though the concept of illusions fascinated him. The idea of being able to create a really cool illusion of the Witch King was really intriguing to Kyle and wouldn't Jeff freak?
Jeff was Kyle's best friend back in New York. They had been best friends since they were four. When Kyle had found out he was a wizard and wasn't to tell anyone the first thing he did was jump online and tell Jeff. Who didn't believe him till Kyle told him he was moving to England to go to Wizarding School.
Remembering Jeff made him gloomy and homesick so he didn't pay much attention to what the woman who was fitting him for his robes was doing. He felt himself shaken back to the here and now by his mother. "Come on, we have to get your books next. What's wrong?"
"Just thinkin' about Jeff."
Catherine sighed, "Well you can talk to him when you get home, I'm sure he'll still be online."
Kyle nodded, and followed his mother to the bookstore, he casually looked up in the window and saw something that made him run inside. There was a book in the window called, "Chez Charez's Guide to Illusions. Making your favourite characters come to life. Student's Edition."
He ran up to the counter, "Excuse me sir where can I get a copy of Chez Charez's book you have in the window?"
A large man leaned over the counter. "It's in the illusions section. Four rows to the right top 6 shelves."
Kyle went to the section and found it to be huge…so many books…Kyle was much too short to reach the section he wanted to so he had to borrow a ladder though he was quite surprised when it asked what shelf he wanted to reach and then when he answered, grew to the appropriate height.
He gingerly pulled the book down and the ladder lowered itself. Chez Charez was an interesting looking man, woman, wait Kyle though to himself he keeps changing in the picture. Bizarre..
"Why does the picture keep changing?"
The ladder answered, "He's an illusionist isn't he?"
Kyle laughed. He heard his mother's voice. "There you are."
Kyle looked up, "Sorry mom it's just that…can I get this book, please, please, please?"
Catherine was worried, Kyle never asked for things and when he did it was never with this much enthusiasm. "You sure you want it?"
Kyle nodded, "But if we can't afford it at the moment, it's not the end of the world I mean I'm sure it'll still be here later."
That was a much more typical Kyle remark. "Alright we can grab it anyhow I have the rest of your books together at the front let's get them and finish this list off so we can go home."