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Chapter 1: The Moor Family

Any day now thought Tomi. The little eleven year-old boy stared outside his living room window in anticipation for his Hogwarts letter. The long winding road of Fletchley was desolate as ever and the coastal village of Rusworth could be seen from Tomi's house; sitting sleepily with no interest in seeking excitement or commotion. Tomi sighed. It was already August and he had not received a letter. He wasn't worried however; Tomi's three older brothers were already in Hogwarts and he was next in line.

They were cutting it a bit tight though he thought.

Tomi continued to gaze sleepily outside. The scorching sun rays had cast a hazy glow over the village and the gentle crashing of the waves against the cliffs around Tomi's house had made him relax and doze off intermittently. Still in a groggy half-awake state, Tomi felt a push on his chair and woke up abruptly on the floor.

"It's not coming you know, you're a squib!" It was Tomi's older brother, Riley.

"No, I'm not!" replied Tomi desperately as he got up from the floor.

"Why is your letter not here yet then?" Riley sneered "I got mine in June." Tomi internalised Riley's words. A wave of uncertainty came over Tomi and manifested itself as worry. Riley caught on immediately and started laughing. "Gonna cry?" he sniggered. Tomi felt a hot rush of anger and embarrassment. He pushed Riley aside and ran out of the living room. He didn't want to give him the satisfaction of his emotions.

Tomi fled to the garden and sat atop the steps of their porch which overlooked the sea. He felt a bit calmer here. His house was built atop a large cliff, safely away from the village but close enough for convenience. There wasn't much infrastructure around, but the unpredictable sea and the idyllic view made it a blissful place to live. Tomi felt a tear creep down his face. He wiped it immediately. Weakness was a trait he couldn't afford to show with three brothers. He felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Tomi clenched his fist ready for confrontation.

"Easy bro, its only me" said Ryo, the oldest of the family. He smiled at his little brother. "I heard what happened from my room, don't worry about it too much." Tomi ignored Ryo and continued to gaze idly at the sea. Ryo sat down next to his brother. He was much larger than Tomi and had a tall broad figure. He was starting his Eighth year at Hogwarts and was essentially a grown man still in school; but more than ready for the next stage of his life.

"You know our family history, right?" Said Ryo gently. "Dad comes from a long line of Irish wizards from Dublin and Mum went to Mahoutokoro and has generations of witches and wizards in her blood; the likes of which have probably seen magic you can't even imagine." Tomi's interest in the conversation sparked and he listened intently. "Pure-blooded offspring almost always have magic inside them, and it can manifest in different ways. It's just a matter of being patient. The same goes for this Hogwarts letter." Tomi smiled, Ryo was smart and always chose his words wisely. "Fancy a game of Quidditch?" said Ryo enthusiastically "Beats sitting around doing nothing."

"Let's do it" replied Tomi. He liked the idea of taking his mind of the Hogwarts letter and had enjoyed watching his brothers play quidditch, but hardly got involved himself despite his deep interest.

"one V one" said Ryo. He walked over to the broom cupboard which was on the porch and took out two brooms. "Were playing with the Land hoops" said Ryo, as he pointed at the two singular hoops propped up on the grassy cliff-tops and spaced out as wide as their house. Tomi nodded. He glanced further out at the forbidden Sea hoops. There were three on each side connected with an iron pole which was magicked deep below the cliff and extended out far into the open area above the sea. Much like a trio of odd looking horizontal quidditch hoops.

The Sea hoops made for unique games, but Tomi knew they were too advanced and dangerous. Even Ryo hardly used them. They were only used by Riley and Sora; the Quidditch prodigies of the Moor family. Ryo was a fair flyer, but he was never deeply engrossed in Quidditch and preferred to pour his time into books. Sora and Riley surpassed Ryo's ability ten-fold. "Here you have my broom and I'll use the old rust bucket" Ryo handed his Firebolt to Tomi and took the shooting star for himself. Tomi admired the broom in his hand. Although it was fairly old he knew it still held its own in terms of speed and was kept in pristine condition by Ryo.

"Let's go" Ryo said, as he kicked off from the ground and into the air.

Tomi threw his broom gently in front of him, it hovered at the perfect height for him to mount. Tomi managed to kick off the ground, albeit a bit awkwardly. He was in a low hover, parallel with Ryo but the Firebolt would not remain still and shook violently. Tomi had to grip hard with both his hands and feet to even keep it steady. Tomi remembered why he didn't play much Quidditch. He couldn't fly well! Ryo held a football and circled Tomi making sure he was okay. "As long as you can change direction safely, we'll be good" said Ryo. Tomi nodded.

"First to three, wins. Let's go!" Ryo threw the ball to Tomi to let him start. It was no Quaffle, but those became expensive very quick in their coastal home. The brothers usually lost them to the unrelenting sea or destroyed them in a testosterone filled rage (usually Riley.) Tomi leant forward and dashed straight on towards Ryo's single hoop. He lied. He had no control of direction and instead the violent shaking of the broom, dictated where he went.

Ryo knew he was in Tomi's trajectory. He flew slightly to the right at a sluggish speed and snatched the ball off Tomi who zoomed past. It was like taking a parcel from a mailman. Tomi suddenly aware of his dispossession, pulled his broom to a halt. But not before Ryo scored an easy point from an undefended hoop. "Unlucky little bro" Said Ryo, flashing his teeth as he smiled. Tomi grinned, The brothers readjusted their position in the pitch and Tomi started with the ball again. He approached Ryo much more slowly and carefully this time, but Ryo zoomed passed him, taking the ball off Tomi with ease. The Firebolt jerked violently. The speed at which Ryo passed combined with Tomi's poor control of the broom pushed him off balance and off his broom.

Tomi was dangling from his broom one hand clutched on the base for dear life. He was dangerously close to the cliff edge and could see the jagged rocks which scattered the cliffside beckoning for a mortal fall. The firebolt wriggled more towards the open sea.

Tomi's hand slipped. He was hurtling through the air like a ragdoll, falling at great speed towards the sea. He could feel the wind on his face, penetrating his pores like a thousand knifes; his consciousness fading as he approached sea level... The last thing Tomi felt was an agonising sharp pain.