Everyone these days seems to have so much advice for people. Do your homework early. Don't run in the street. Make sure you marry the right person. Follow your passion. Be realistic. For me, the most advice I've been given was, "stay out of sight," "run away at a slight discomfort of getting caught," and "don't let them know who you are."
Mr. Weasley sat at his desk like usual at the Ministry of Magic located in Britain. Overall, the day had been quite banal. He attended some meetings. He did some paperwork. He stared at a picture of his family sitting neatly on his disorganized desk. Tucked inside the picture was his last correspondence with M. It was sent about 10 years ago. M was not a lover of any sort; No, Arthur James Weasley would never cheat on his beloved wife. Although, he had never quite informed anyone about M's existence, and it should remain that way. Besides, M and her charge could be dead at this very moment. In fact, it was very likely.
He had met M through a mutual friend, Pittacus. Pittacus was interesting. They had met on an online discussion board while he was looking at a "computer" where he "searched up" information on extraterrestrial life forms; He was interested in that stuff back when he was recently graduated from Hogwarts. Eventually, he met Pittacus in person. Pittacus was interesting. The man was tall, handsome, and had a aura of power around him. He spoke with some kind of unfathomable authority, and it was weird to meet a "nerd" who acted this way. "Nerds" in muggle slang were suppose to be ugly. Pittacus was not. After meetings more than a couple of times to discuss alien life, Pittacus finally came out.
"I know you're not a regular person, Arthur," Pittacus confronted one day at an ordinary, muggle coffee shop, "but I'm not either." He continued to describe who he really was. Pittacus himself was not from Earth, rather a planet called, Lorien. That planet was soon to be attacked by an enemy race, the Mogadorians, and Pittacus doubted the Loriens could defend themselves. Therefore, Pittacus had decided to form a plan b.
That plan b involved people like Mr. Weasley who had a passion for space.
Mr. Weasley confessed that he was a wizard, and explained some important details about the wizarding world, to Pittacus. It did not deter Mr. Weasley's involvement with plan b.
Pittacus' plan b was fairly simple. There would be people on Earth, referred to as the greeters, that would help the refugees assimilate and blend in. There would be 18 people in total that would need help. 9 adults and 9 kids. Each kid was assigned to an adult, their mentor to help them survive and hone in on their legacies, special abilities that allowed people to breath underwater, become steel, and fly. These legacies would only develop in the kids' teen years, so it was imperative that they were kept safe until the moment they were able to fight, as Pittacus assumed that the Mogadorians would immediately start hunting the kids down when they arrived to Earth. Pittacus had told Mr. Weasley that each kid's name would be a number. As extra precaution, the elders of their planet would use the little resources left to cast a binding spell that would allow the kids immunity from death, unless the previous kid before them died or they reunited.
One of those greeters ended up being Mr. Weasley. He understood at the time that there could be consequences if the Mogadorians ever found him out, but he had no kids at that point in his life. Of course, Molly was a strong woman who could fight and defend for herself. Mr. Weasley took the risk and years later they arrived, a little after the birth of their 4th and 5th sons.
That was when he met Magdalene; She was one of the mentors. Mr. Weasley kept in contact with her, even after they departed, but eventually she stopped writing back, and owls couldn't even find her. In their letters, Magdalene would be called M, and Mr. Weasley would be called W. Still, life went on without M and her charge.
Mr. Weasley looked at the picture sitting on his desk. He reached for it to read over the letter again. It read:
W,
Thank you for all your help. It's really meant a lot. I understand your offer, but I hope it may never come to that. I wouldn't want to put your family at risk. In the case of emergency though, I will make sure to give my child the information to reach you. Speaking of which, congrats on your recent child, R. It's a lovely name. Hope to write to you soon!
-M
It was short, but M was usually just that and to the point. The letter he sent prior was casual talk, about the family, his life, and the wizarding world's happenings. He also offered to figure something out if they needed assistance in the case of an emergency. Looking back at the letter 14 years later, he still thinks about M and her charge, someone who could be getting their legacies or just be dead somewhere, killed by a Mogadorian.
He sighed. Hero complex or not, Mr. Weasley had to finish this report about the increase in underage magic, so Mr. Weasley went back to work.
The burrow was a lively place. Everyone within the house rushed around trying to get last minute clothing items packed for the Quidditch World Cup, but through the chaos flew in a barn-owl that had a letter attached. Despite the apparent chaos, the family took note of the letter, and once Arthur had removed it, the owl flew off into the evening sky. He read it, expecting some late notice work at the ministry, but it was far from his prediction. Instead, scrawny handwriting wrote a merely two sentences on the letter:
W,
I need your help. I should be at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour.
-M
Author's Note: I really hope you've enjoyed this chapter. This fanfiction idea has been on the back of my head for a long time, and I've finally decided to start putting it on Google Docs. Feel free to tell me if you like it or have any ideas/predictions you might have for the future chapters! I love reader interaction!Also, I haven't read Harry Potter in forever, so people definetly seem out of character, like Arthur Weasley, but some of those changes are necessary as well.I do not own Harry Potter or Lorien Legacies