AN: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters, settings and spells (except for those I made up for the story). This is set in two different worlds and follows the character Shmuel Levy, and OC who is trying to get back home to his world. This is only a small prologue; the later chapters will be bigger.
Prologue
By a lake of black water at the foot of a castle, in the snow, next to a fire, sat a boy. He wore a grim and lonely expression, which most people don't see as he had his hood up. That boy was a stranger to the castle. That boy was a stranger to the snow he was sitting in. That boy was me.
I looked at the castle, and then looked back at the fire. This is useless. I thought, I can't survive without going into that castle.
One problem, a voice in my head replied, if there are people there, we won't be able to communicate because we can't speak their language.
I only know one sentence, how to say I don't know their language, and even then they will have to say it and I will have to just shake my head. I answered.
I'm not sure there are people in there.
There are, I saw some kids a week ago.
Well, what are you waiting for?
I got up, put the fire out, and walked to the large front doors of the castle. They were made of oak, and patterns on the door were either carved or made with silver and gold. I took a deep breath, hesitated for a moment, and knocked.
That was my worst mistake.
AN: that's it for now. Until the next time. And while you wait, sit down, get a root beer, make some popcorn and go watch iFestigal Game On, which I doubt you will be able to do unless you know Hebrew and are in Israel right now, peace!