Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling does.
'It was foretold Lucas but some things were meant to happen', the old man said, his blue eyes shows sign of remorse.
'Why didn't you warn us, old man?' a voice answered back, coarse and full of anger from a dark corner.
'She chose it, it wasn't your fault, you should know….'
'Why? Why would she leave me?' the voice was shaky.
The old man touches his silver beard and rose from his seat, he walk around his table and held up a sealed letter with a lipstick smudge at the lower corner of it. He looks stared at the dark corner through his half moon glasses and held the letter out, 'this would be able explain it all'.
A young boy around the age of 14 started to emerged from the darkness and his green eyes sparkled in the light. He wore a black suit that goes well with his silky jet black hair. Even though he was tired and upset he was a handsome young man. He grabbed the letter out from the old man hand and examined the letter.
'Lucas, a new life awaits', the old man smile and he gesture his hand towards the door. Lucas look at him with his tired eyes, 'Dumbledore, she always held her hope in you', Lucas said as he held his gaze staring deep into Albus's blue eyes. Albus Dumbledore nodded his head in understanding and Lucas turned towards the solid wooden door. As the wooden door slammed shut, Albus heaved a sigh and walked towards the pensieve pulling his wand out from his robe, he pointed his wand towards his temples and a blue glowing string was pulled out.
Lucas march down the arch stairway, he looked at the letter and then angrily shoved it into his pocket. 'Lucas Wright, why aren't you in your uniform?' A woman in black robes and a pointed hat walked really fast towards him. 'Minerva?' Lucas look shocked, 'Where are your manners?' she said raising one finger beside her 'Professor Mcgonagall to you, understood?' Lucas turned away unable to face her, 'I am not done grieving yet professor, I know she doesn't mean much to you but…'
'Now just wait a minute', Professor Mcgonagall interrupted him, her jaw hung wide opened, shocked at his remark, 'you know she was like a sister to me, I know it was hard and all but you have to move on'. Before Lucas can say another word she cut in and shut him up, he has always been a good boy, but sometimes he just don't know when to get up and move on. 'Come along now, I will show you to your common room, now Lucas, I know I am your Godmother and all but you can't always take me for granted'. Minerva McGonagall, she was his mother's best friend. She has always been there helping his single mum, she was like his second mother. Lucas never did go to a wizarding school and all but he did study his wizard skills with the help of his mother and professor McGonagall who teaches and encourage him in his study. He is a bright kid but he just never knows it, Minerva knew it when she tested him by making him take OWL exam at the age of 12 and he pass with flying colours. He completed his studies at the age of 13, Jose Khelp his unruly godfather wanted him to join him in the ministry, but his mother put her foot down and said no, she expect Lucas to finish his muggles study too. Muggle study was quite boring for Lucas even his godfather agrees; there was never any action in it just a whole lot of memorizing and studying.
'Lucas, this is the Gryffindor common's room and the boys dormitory is just up the stairs and to the right', the professor clear her throat 'I am sure you wouldn't sneak a peak in the other room'. Lucas smiled at the professor's remark, 'I am sure I wouldn't do that'. The room was beautifully decorated with red and gold and with the additional fire place; the room looks very cozy and welcoming. 'How much does it cost to get into this school?' Lucas asked while he explored the room.
'I am sure you got nothing to worry about'
'Nothing? For Merlin sake Minerva! This room looks whole lot better than my old home', Lucas laughed with a scornful look on his face. He ran his finger on the leather couch, 'My mum couldn't even afford a leather couch'. He didn't know that he was filthy rich until Dumbledore brought him to his vault. Lucas never knew why his mother live in a muggle world when in the wizard world they were rich. She even took two or three jobs to sustain the house and ensure that there is enough money to feed the two of them.
'Lucas, get dress, I expect you to be at the great hall in ten minutes time', Professor McGonagall said in a harsh tone, she then walked out of the common room. As soon as the large door slammed shut, Lucas took a seat in a couch next to the fire place. He slouch down in the couch as he let his emotion out, releasing it, pain and sorrow started to settle in again. Lucas placed his hand over his eyes covering them, it has been already been a month, he felt nothing but sadness and anger. He felt impassive, like his father, the thought of his father made him grit his teeth in disgust and anger started to kick in. His hand curls into a fist, he squeeze it so tight till his finger nails dug into his palm and his knuckles started to go white. Lucas slammed his fist against the couch handle; he stood up and started pacing around trying to cool his head off. He just pulled his blazer off and marches up the stairs and went into the boys' dorm. His luggage was neatly placed beside a smartly made bed; Lucas started changing into his uniform. He walked up and faces himself through a fairly large mirror, his eyes were tired and droopy, and he needed some rest. Who cares about the great hall and its stupid welcome, he didn't want to go to this school anyway, Lucas lay down on his bed, his eyelids started to droop lower slowly he fell into a deep sleep.
'Morning sleepyhead' a voice trailed dreamily above him. Two boys around his age was gazing down at him, Lucas rubbed his eyes and yawned. He pulled himself upright, he was still daze and his head started to throb painfully. He rubbed his cheeks trying to wake himself, 'What?' his voice was muffled and he sounded tired. 'You're lucky professor McGonagall wasn't the one who wakes you up', a red-haired boy said. Lucas nodded thankfully; the last thing he wanted was to get into his godmother's nerve again. 'Thanks', Lucas smiled, his brushed his hand into his hair, he was a messed, his clothes were crumpled but he couldn't care less. The other boy has a lightning scar on his forehead; Lucas knew who he was right away. The famous harry potter, the boy who lives, and the boy whom his mother and godparent spoke highly about, though he couldn't care less. 'Harry Potter, nice to meet you, my named is Lucas Wright and you are?' he looked towards the red-haired boy, 'Ronald Weasley, you can call me Ron', Ron said with a smile. After a nice warm handshake and some hearty laugh, Lucas felt at ease already, maybe the old man was right after all, new life come new experiences and new experiences come new smiles. Ron looked at his watch and yelled 'Blimey Harry! WE'VE GOT TRANSFIGURATION!' Ron's loud exclamation made Harry and Lucas jumped. All three of them rushes off, Lucas frowned at the fact that his godmother is teaching that class and that was the last thing he wanted is get disciplinary talk about not being in the great hall. Arriving upon that class late, Harry pushes Ron to go first because he was afraid to open the door and they started arguing outside the class. They were loud and alarming that the door swung open by itself and there stood a girl, bushy brown hair and big brown eyes. 'Shut up both of you! She isn't in here, get inside and stop your useless bickering', she yelled at both of them not even realizing that Lucas was there standing behind Harry and Ron. Harry and Ron quickly duck out of her way and rushes into the class, 'Can I come in too?' Lucas said with a smile on his face. He was teasing her, being teased by a handsome young lad usually makes girl blush. At least a normal girl would blush, she just frowned at him 'this isn't my class' pushing the door wider for him to enter. Lucas smiles gratefully while she just scowled at him for not doing anything about Harry and Ron's bickering. Before entering the room, he turns around and nods at the black cat in acknowledgement.
The room was tight and pack with people, silence hit the room as soon as Lucas stepped into it. Lucas felt the sense of inferiority slowly creeping up his neck as soon as the entire class held their gaze on him. One girl started playing with her hair, looking at him in an odd way and he hated it, not that this is his first time getting it. In the muggle world, it was much more farfetched, even older girls would look at him in a cheeky way. Wherever he goes, girls would surround him, like swarms of flies, they would laugh at everything he says even the most audible question like 'Is it going to rain?' and their high pitched voices would fill the sky with their most monstrous laughter following by their commonly used sentence 'You're funny'. Not that he knows how the wizard people would react towards him, but he hated the sense that he couldn't have a normal conversation with an opposite sex. He remembers that one day he had a man to man talk with his godfather, Jose was a dim-witted godfather, and not that he is dumb or anything but even Lucas knows that Jose will never be a great father. 'Puberty young man is a very important change. It is when you find interest in a girl where you fall for her', Jose said with his tough manly look on his face. Lucas knew mum was eavesdropping at that time when Jose said 'I will take you to a pub when puberty kicks in!' his silly grin dropped into a frowned when his mum slammed open the door and yelled 'He is only six for Merlin' sake!'
Lucas smiled at the thought of his foolish godfather, although that smile was mistaken by one girl that she went fully red, realizing what he has done, he quickly slipped into an empty seat behind Harry and Ron. Sitting beside him was the grumpy girl; he head was buried among books. Lucas read a label that was stuck onto one of the books, Hermione Jean Granger. 'I have never seen you around here before', Ron said turning his body fully around to face Lucas. Before Lucas could answer, Hermione, the girl beside him answered for him 'because he just came, now turn around Ron before you get us into trouble' she hissed at him.
'Well, no one asked for your opinion Hermione', Ron answered back.
Hermione ignored Ron and she focus on the book that was right in front of you. Ron made some faces at her before he turned back to Lucas, 'Her name is…'
'Hermione Granger, I know' Lucas smiled knowingly. At the sound of her name, she sat upright and gave Lucas a sharp looked. 'On the book…' Lucas quickly added. Harry turned around and looked at Lucas curiously, 'shouldn't you be here in the first year if you were a wizard?' Lucas shifted uncomfortably at the question; he didn't like talking about the fact why he was in Hogwarts.
'Well...' he paused, unsure how he would be able to continue. He watched the three curious faces watching him intently, waiting for him to continue. He lips parted as he was going to tell his story professor Mcgonagall walked into the class, she stood in the front of the class and she fixed her eyes on to Lucas, giving him a kind of look. 'Well, take out your books everyone, you don't need me to tell you that' she said. Lucas heaved a sigh of relieved, if they know who his father was, they would never forgive him.
The sky was lit up by the bright new moon, in the dark alleyway; a man appears out of nowhere he strides up towards a lady that was hugging herself. She shivers at the touch of the man, 'Maurice', the man's voice was soft and gentle, and his breath was warm. He lowered his body to hug the woman and the woman embraced him, her green eyes twinkled at the sight of his face. She runs her fingers through the man jet black hair, Maurice was a beautiful lady but her stature is quite short. The tall handsome man touches her embracing his moment with her, his dark eyes gaze into her big green eyes. 'What is it that you want, Tom?' she said 'why do you want to meet in this eerie alleyway?'
'I mustn't…' his voice trails off; touching her face he smiled 'I mustn't have any weaknesses'.
'Tom, listen, I am pregnant, leave all you have done and come with me', Maurice said she grabbed hold of his hand 'Please…' His expressions harden, he shook his head gently and lifted her head to look into her eyes 'that is another problem; I cannot have too many weaknesses'. Maurice watches him, she knew that look and slowly she backed away, 'Power is not everything'. Tom grunted at her and he laughed hysterically, 'power is everything and love must not get in the way'. He pulled out his wand from the pocket and pointed the wooden wand at her, 'you are my problem' he said while baring his white teeth. A green jet started flying towards her, Maurice screamed at the top of her lungs as the jet hits her, she fell on the hard on the cold hard floor and a pool of blood started forming around her. Tom, loomed over her, 'you are not to get in my way'. He was emotionless as he stared at the unconscious figure, 'I feel nothing' and he smiled at this new found victory he felt.