Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original H.P. characters.
Also none of the original locations.
I plan to do this as chapters. So I'll publish them one at a time.
Chapter 1
Floyd was staring out his window, hoping for the umpteenth time that his hair would match the funny tawny-but-gold owl outside his window. The owl had been there on and off for a few weeks now, but had never dropped any letters off or anything. He should have known that he wouldn't get the letter. He was only a metamorphagus after all. He'd never known anyone who was 'like him' get a letter before, even if his brother had promised he would. His sister was never so sure…
Floyd's brother, Jackson, had gone to Hogwarts four years ago, and his sister Talullah, three years ago. Every year Floyd watched his mother and father smile with pride as his brother and sister boarded the scarlet and shining Hogwarts Express and every year Floyd ached more and more to go with them, pushing his very own King's Cross trolley through the barrier. It was all so very cliché, he thought sullenly. The Hogwarts Express was never anything but shining and scarlet, and Floyd was bored of it.
The letter should have come by now, all thick parchment and startlingly green ink, but it hadn't. Not yet. Floyd turned away from the owl. He had started telling himself that it was no use, and he might just resign himself to the fact that he just wasn't good enough. It was a maddening mantra that he repeated every day, every night, even when he thought he saw a funny cat with spectacle markings. (Jack and Tally had both seen Professor McGonagall transform, and they said they'd bring him photos, and if he ever saw a cat like that then he should be excited. Tally said he should freak out, but she was always trying to unnerve him.) He faced the posters in his room, all of 'The Boy Who Lived,' and 'The Chosen One.' Harry Potter posters, and Hogwarts banners, Daily Prophet articles, and books about him adorned almost every shelf, and all the wall space available in Floyd's small attic room. Floyd's hero.
Ever since he'd heard about the amazing boy, Floyd had started cataloguing his life. He was pretty dedicated as well. And Harry was only three years older than him. He was in the same year as Tallulah, and even though Tally said he had an unbearable 'hero complex,' and 'wasn't all that much,' Floyd still wanted to meet his hero. And so he would, if his stupid letter would only just hurry up.
