Chapter 1 – Thomas

It has become apparent to me that many people disregard the fact that there are indeed other wizarding schools, with many other wizarding houses, all around the world. I am Thomas Scamander, a wizard never noticed, never acknowledged, no matter what role I played in the saving of not only the wizarding world, but the muggle world as well.

I started in the Witch & Wizard's School of Magic in America. I was in the House of the Dragon. Most of the members of this house become travelers of the world that are resourceful, thrill seekers, and make sacrifices for the greater good of people. Most members of this house have become either skilled Quidditch players or treasure seekers, but I led a different path.

While others continued their education in this house, in this school, I only learned so much before expelled for using magic outside of school, in the presence of muggles. I had no other choice but to enroll in another wizarding school, and of those schools, my only two choices were Hogwarts and the Brazilian Wizarding School…

I had always wanted to be British.

I packed my bags, and head over to London, hoping to be accepted as a person in the very notable and prestigious school of the wizarding arts. It was diverse, but I must say, the requirements were a bit odd:

One Wand

One Cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

One set of glass or crystal phials

One telescope

One set of brass scales

Students may also bring an Owl OR a Cat OR a Toad.

I decided upon my arrival to Diagon Alley that a black barn owl was most suiting for me. Adjustment was also very simple at Hogwarts, but I was unhappy with my housing because I was only placed in my current house due to my ancestry. I was placed in Ravenclaw, because of the great Scamander name, passed on from the author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. If not for that reason, I could possibly be a proud Ravenclaw.

Anyways, with this sudden transfer, at the young age of 11, it was quite difficult for me to understand the reason for the excitement at the sudden mention of that name. It was a name that I may have heard or seen before, perhaps in my father's wizardry newspaper as I ate my cereal. Yet, I still could not bring myself to get excited as the other kids did. "Harry Potter!" shouted the elderly Professor dressed in a green velvet robe.

I stood and watched in curiosity as he mumbled under his breath to the Sorting Hat. What was so amazing about this kid? I thought to myself.

I still think that very same thought to this day. All he had accomplished was the defeat of Voldemort. However, no one knows the truth of what was happening behind the scenes, all over the world. Last time I checked, London was only a small portion of it…