Chapter 1: The family Greywood

In Abberfraw there is a road leading out of the village to the east. If you follow that road you see a farm house to the left.
If you go even further, you will notice a steel gate. A few feet after that a stone wall. If you look to your left right before the stone wall, you see nothing.
Nothing but farm land around you. However if you have the magical sense and see things more clear than others, you might notice a cute little cottage.
A cottage with a purple door and loads of windows. The brick walls are blue and the roof is also blue but a lighter shade than the walls.
The garden around the house is full of plants that have a huge variety of colors. It is this cottage where our story begins.
This cottage is the home of the Greywood family. As I said you can only see it if you have a magical sense or rather the sight of a Wizard or a Witch.
However, this is not entirely true. For the cottage had been put under the Fidelius charm.
What that means is that an immensely complex spell had been put on the house. The Fidelius charm conceals a secret inside a living soul.
The information is hidden inside a chosen person, or Secret-Keeper, and is therefore only found if the Secret-Keeper chooses to tell you the secret.

The Greywood family that lives in this house consist of five people. First of all there is Randal Greywood.
He is a strong build man with a grey soul patch under is lower lip and a bald head. He is the father of the family but not the oldest that lives there.
That questionable honor goes to his father Rastus. The old man had built the house himself and had lived there with his wife and son ever since.
When his wife passed away and Randal was of age, he had given the house to Randal and his then fiancé Ravenna.
Now Randal was married and Rastus lived happily with them. Ravenna was now Randal's wife and mother of two sons.
Silas and Corbin were two energetic boys that had been taught how to use a wand and mix magical potions before the legal age of eleven.
Every year Randal would go to the Diagone Alley to pick up new books and supplies to homeschool the two boys.
When they turned eleven they were brought to Olivanders to find their own wand.

Our story's focus is on the oldest son Silas. A fifteen year old boy with a head full of white short spikey hair.
It had been the result of a botched hair loss curse that his little brother had put on Silas.
After this fiasco Silas had always remained his white hair and Corbin, who saw what he had done had never lifted his wand on his brother again.
The two had grown close to each other as they were the only children of their age they knew.
On a warm and sunny August morning Silas woke up with Corbin hanging over his face.
He smiled big at his big brother and Silas wanted to slam his pillow in his brother's face.

"What do you want Crow?" The nickname was given by Silas when Corbin had hid himself in one of the trees in their garden.
They had been playing hide and seek and Silas was unable to find his little brother for hours.
Corbin however had hid himself in his cloak and hood which were as black as the shadows coming from the tree's leafs.
When Silas had given up the search Corbin had made the sound of a crow and ever since that day Corbin had been named Crow.
In return however Corbin had given his big brother a nickname too.

"Wake up Silver, it's Gnome tossing day!" Silas rubbed his eyes and stretched himself. On his nightstand was an old clock that showed the time.
Outside the sun was barely up and Silas knew his little brother's habit of getting up early would force him to get up as well.

"It's way too early to think about something like a garden Gnome Crow." Corbin looked unfazed and started to rock his big brother on his bed.

"Get up Sil, now!" Corbin shouted and left the room slamming the door loudly.

"CROW!" Silas shouted after his brother as the slam of the door woke him up entirely.

"Good morning handsome!" A woman's voice said as Silas made his way to the bathroom.

"Morning mum." Slowly and still drowsy of sleep Silas kissed his mother on the cheek.
He heard her saying something but it did not register as it was still too early for him to focus.
He just nodded and went on his way. In front of the mirror he saw a blur that should be his reflection.

"Yeah handsome, that's what they call that." Silas said grumpy as he washed his face.
The cold water did the trick as he felt the liquid wash away his tiredness. Remembering what Corbin had said in a more cheerful mood.
Silas now smiled at the foresight of seeing flying Gnomes. Breakfast had been put on the table already and the house smelled of warm bread and baked eggs.
Randal and his father were sitting at each head of the table reading the New Daily Prophet and the Quibler.
"So Shacklebolt has been re-elected as Minister of Magic. The younger man rubbed his soul patch and put the newspaper down for breakfast.

"Guid, ah lik' him! Did a guid jab efter that arse Thicknesse." Rastus said with his ever cheerful loud voice. The family sat together as they always did at any meal. Enjoying his meal Silas noticed that his father and mother were exchanging looks and hinting each other.

"Hey Crow, our beloved parents want to say something but they can't decide who's going to speak up."
He said between bites feigning indifference about the subject. Corbin looked at Silas and smiled.

"What do you reckon is bothering our beloved parents Sil? Are they going on a vacation without us?" Corbin almost asked in a whisper as if they were alone.
Silas laughed at the short amount of time it took Corbin and himself to make their parents feel even more uneasy as they already had seem to feel.

"No I think they have forgotten something. So who do you want to hear it from?" Silas continued and Corbin looked from his father to his mother and back.
It seemed as if Randal was looking the most uncomfortable. Both boys knew they had found their target."So dad, tell us, what bothers you?"
Silas said with an evil grin on his face. Rastus roared in laughter as he toasted his tea at his grandsons.

"They 'ave ye now son!" He said loudly. Whatever the old man said it was never calm or toned down.

"Are the three of you done?" Randal asked sighing in exasperated. "We are just trying to figure out how to tell you something special." Rastus said not looking up.
"The thing is that we are near a new year of aschool and we would like to offer you to go to Hogwarts this year." Now he looked up at them and saw three dropped jaws.
Silence fell in the room as Corbin and Silas looked at each other confused about this announcement.
The boys had been homeschooled for so long that they did not know how to react to this. They had always wondered about the much spoken of school.

"Are you serious?" Corbin was the first to speak up and he sounded excited. Randal said nothing but two pieces of parchments landed in front of Silas and Corbin.
It unfolded itself and showed a list of books and equipment.

"Can we bring a pet too?" Corbin asked after he read the parchment. He looked outside the window wishfully and then at his father.

"I'm afraid they only allow cats, rats, frogs and owls. However you have trained Russel so well that I would not be surprised he followed you to the castle anyway."
At this Corbin's face brightened up and quickly finished his meal.

"When are we going?" Silas asked as he too shared Corbin's enthusiasm.

"September first. At eleven precise the train will leave the station. So before that, we must have your gear ready and you must be on that train."
Ravenna joined into the conversation. They spoke about when they were going to shop and they agreed on the next week.
Rastus just huffed indignant and stabbed at one of his baked tomatoes. "Well, there goes all o' the fun!" He complained as he finished his own breakfast.

That afternoon Silas and Corbin were in the garden hunting for the potato head shaped little Garden Gnomes.
Silas spotted one and with his borrowed wand pulled the struggling Gnome towards himself. He picked it up by its legs and started to swing it hard.
With an elegant throw the Gnome flew through the air and landed far outside the borders.

"So what do you think about going to Hogwarts?" Corbin asked his older brother. Silas stared after the flying Gnome and took a second to answer.
The sun stung in his eye as the Gnome let out a cheerful "Wheeeee" Thoughts of how this would not happen at Hogwarts went through his mind.

"We have to leave all this behind Crow. I mean, I'm excited but I love being here. It's peaceful and all." Silas thought a little how to say this without sounding eager.
"However, if we ever want to meet new people, we should grasp this opportunity with both hands."
Corbin nodded in agreement as he swung in circles to toss away another Gnome who let out a cheerful cry too.
They kept quiet as both boys were lost in their own thoughts even long after they were done with their shores.

"Silver, can I come in?" That evening Corbin knocked on Silas' door and waited for his answer.

"Yeah come on in!" Silas said and put his Book of spells away.

"Do you think we will make friends at all?" The question came so sudden that Silas had no time to think of a proper answer to comfort his little brother.

"I think it will be hard but yes we will. I mean, I don't see a reason why not." Corbin walked through the bedroom.
After a minute he picked up a piece of parchment that held a drawing of a Phoenix.

"Heh, you always were artistic." Corbin admired the detailed drawing of the magical animal.

"Thanks." Silas felt a little silly as he had shown his drawings to his brother more often and Corbin had never gave him anything else but praise about it.
However, everytime it still felt like he got praise for, just a stupid drawing. "So are you worried you won't make friends then?"
Silas asked as he took the drawing from his little brother.

"Aren't you?" Corbin's voice sounded small and trembled a little. Silas nodded in silence as he had the same fear as his little brother.

"Here, take this. Whenever you doubt yourself or what might come, look at this. Remember whatever happens you can always rise out of it burning with hope."
Corbin laughed at his older brother and took the drawing gratefully.

"Wise words brother, thanks for this." He rolled up the parchment carefully and hugged Silas who felt nothing but love for the little crow.

"I'll be around the castle too, wherever I'm sorted. You can always ask for my help, whenever and for whatever reason."
Silas took his brothers right hand with his own and took a step back. "I vow this to you." He said and Corbin nodded thankfully.

"Let's just not put any magic in this, just to be sure." The two brothers laughed and just knew they had each other's back in the coming adventure.

*Writer's Notes: I will adjust this first chapter soon, I had to post this because I was doubting myself too much. Too little details in here so I will adjust it soon*