A/N: So after watching and reading these books for the first time, I have to say, pretty mellow. Anywhoo, I'm taking a spin on the whole wand=magic thing. Here's my take on Book 5 through Book 7. This will be a trilogy with various couples. OCxOC and HP/GW blah blah blah. Lot's of couples. And this will kinda be different from the original storyline, kind of a story in a story
"You're different. Just like me." The boy said as he made a circle of light hover above the palm of his tanned hand. I watched in amazement, sitting on the ground of the back lashed fields near the orphanage. Sister Marty sat in her chair, watching the two of us. The boy snickered, watching my brown eyes widen in astonishment.
"I sense the blood course in your veins. There is a place for people like us, not amongst these normal kids. A place where true magic takes place."
"Magic? Is that what you're doing?" I asked timidly, my small hands shaking from excitement. The older boy nodded, his curled hair swaying slightly.
"Yes, they use wands to teach wizards how to do magic, a school it is, but I, I learned how to do it without a wand. Using my whole body."
I scowled a little, trying to do the same thing as the older boy, but all I got was smoke to rise from my dirty fingertips. Sister Marty frowned. "You two, stop that nonsense and come inside for supper, the other kids will call you demons if you continue such acts." She said, getting up and dusting herself off.
The older boy frowned and with a flick of his wrist, the light was gone. He walked over and put his hand on my shoulder. "Come on, let's go."
////HP////
"A school." I stated, later that night in my cot. The older boy smirked. He jumped off the bunk and padded barefoot to the curio in the corner of the room. "Yes, but I didn't go. They never sent me a letter, but tonight, someone is coming to get me. The wizard I told you about."
My eyes wandered the room, dark stains hinted on the wall. "Volde-"
"Don't say his name." He interjected, pulling on his stocking and boots. "Maybe one day I'll come back for you, when you're older."
"So you're really are leaving?" I asked sadly. The older boy turned and smiled sweetly at me, his white teeth glistening. "Yes, but don't worry. As long as you fight through everything, you'll be fine."
////HP////
"David! He's gone!" The Sister's cried the next morning. "Do you know anything Cail?" they asked.
I was questioned all day and shook my head. "No."
///HP///
I was mad. Madder then I could ever be. I sat lonely on my cot, twirling a ring of light between my index finger and pinky. Magic. I'm eleven; he said my letter would be here. But it's not. They don't want me at that school. He didn't come back. It's been four years.
////HP////
Four years later
"There's a visitor here for you Cail." Sister Marty said. I looked up from my bathroom sink, just finished brushing my spiky, black hair up and rubbed the stubble on my chin line. An old man, with a long white beard and full moon spectacles, dressed in blue robes walked into my room with a cheerful smile on his face. I looked at him in annoyance and sat my tall figure down in a wooden chair, my buckled boot clinking the chains onto the floor.
The old man comfortably sat himself onto my cot. "Cail I presume."
"You presume correctly." I stated.
"My name is Dumbledore… and I have a proposition for you."
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"PROJECTILIAOUS!!!!" I screamed, shooting a jet of red light from the palm of my hand, hitting Dumbledore on his left shoulder blade, knocking him back into a barrel of hay. He whirled around and shot a green beam at me, which I bounce off to the right with a flick of my wrist. Sister Marty watched us in amazement as we dueled, wand versus body.
"Protego!" Dumbledore snapped, as I came after him with my hand engulfed in flames, trying to strike at him, but I was deflected backwards. I huffed in the summer air; out of breathe. Dumbledore gasped in air and smiled uneasily.
"That was amazing Cail. Now I know I need your help."
///HP///
I know nothing much of the Wizarding world." I said as I packed my things. Dumbledore stood in my doorway with the sister. "No matter. I see great thing to come for you. Tonight is the Great Feast and I will make my big announcement there."
"What is it that you want from me?" I asked, pulling on my brown buckles and trench coat. Dumbledore shook his head. "You'll know soon. Tonight everything will be clear."
I wiped my huge hand on the stand, and turned to give my room of fifteen years on last look. I could smell him still. Not a good smell, but an evil stench.
///HP///
So now, I'm standing outside these huge double doors in this humongous castle that's a school. Noise could be heard behind the doors; sounds of hundreds of people could be heard. I dropped my sling of belongings onto the floor and began to shake a little. I was nervous. Nervous beyond all belief. Inside were kids like me. Kids with families. Kids with brains. Kids with friends. All I had was myself. Myself and that's it.
I gulped and waited for the signal to come in. It's funny; this was the school David talked so spitefully of. This school that didn't want him. Him or me. But now, now I'm needed? Needed for what? It was then I heard Dumbledore's voice resonate throughout the hall I stood in.
"Welcome back to Hogwarts. This may be a sad year for some, results of last year's callosities and events that had unfolded. I like to say, that it is true. The Dark Lord has return…."
Sounds of gasps and seats knocking over could be heard. I bit my lip. The Dark Lord. I knew of him. He's the one that David left with. I knew of him all too well. Him and the boy called Harry Potter. Dumbledore told me all of it on the trip over here. The Tri-Wizard Tournament, everything.
"-and now, it's in this time of need that we as a school, as a family, need to stand strong. Now I would like to introduce a new addition to the Hogwarts staff. He will be your new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor."
"New Professor!" I snapped; slack jawed. The doors opened and grudgingly, I stepped inside the Great Hall, where every eye stood on me. My boots clanked on the floor as I slowly made my way through the tables. Students of all years stared wildly at me as I stopped and looked up at Dumbledore, a grim frown placed on my jaw.
"Feeble old man. I can't do this." I said, with a stare of annoyance. Dumbedore, surrounded by his staff, merely smiled. "Everyone," His voice boomed. "Welcome our newest addition; Professor Cail Rumden!"
It was silent.
I stood; head bowed and listened to what was happening around me. Words of hurried excitement and confusion were being thrown around; He's younger than me! No way! He's kind of cute. Is Dumbledore gone crackers?! Wow, This is a joke right?
Angry; I abruptly turned and snapped my finger, creating a huge sonic boom that filled the air, hushing everyone around. The four long tables settled down and everyone looked surprised. I folded my arms and gave a smirk, walking towards the middle, hovering over some first year Hufflepuffs. Call me arrogant, whatever. I snatched an apple from a small, blonde boy's plate and took a huge bite out of it, gaining the stare of an older kid, probably seventeen with brown hair and a broad face.
I turned and sighed. "Listen up." I said, rather loudly. Every living being in the room, even ghost, was now intently looking at me. "I never asked to be here. Hell, if I had somewhere else to be, I'd be there in a heartbeat."
The students looked at me with intent. "But I don't. Now, I have been offered a place to stay and a job, and if any of you think I'll give that up, well then you're insane. I will tell you this though, I know squat about the Wizarding World, but if I am to teach this class, be ready because in my opinion, some of you won't be able to handle my style of work."
And with that, claps roared throughout the hall and slowly, I made my way to my seat at the Headmaster's table, sitting next to a woman who introduced herself as McGonagall. I took a sip from my goblet and noticed the three students from the Gryffindor table. A girl with bushy brown hair, a lanky ginger head, and a boy with glasses and messy black hair. They looked at me with curiosity in their eyes and I smiled, turning back to my food.
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I sat in my seat as Dumbledore dismissed the Great Hall. Students began to file out and I felt a hand grace my shoulder. McGonagall looked down at me with a sweet smile. "come. I'll show you around and to your living quarters."
We took a tour around the castle, she showed me everything and gave me the lowdown on what to expect and my schedule for class shifts. "You may teach any way you want; as long as it meets Ministry standards and the students learn the ways of defense."
My first class I noticed would start next week, which gave me a couple of days to get familiar with my surroundings. Me chamber was located in the uppermost tower of the Gryffindor Wing and I thanked McGonagall for the tour. She left as I climbed the staircase to my chamber, a little wary, hoping they wouldn't move like the other ones.
I opened the door to my room and marveled at the innards. It was huge; a king sized bed, a roaring fireplace, dressers, paintings, my own personal library filled with books of spells and wizarding history. I dropped my bag of belongings onto a plush chair and walked over to my bed, kicking off my huge boots and plopping down onto.
Everything seemed so new, and fast paced. Just this morning, I was staring at the tall, buff kid in the mirror, with the slightly tanned skin and deep brown eyes. Now said kid was a new Professor. Dumbledore only wanted me here because I was able to use magic without a wand. Was I supposed to teach the students how to do it too?
"What the hell?" I muttered, turning on my side to stare at the wall. I was falling asleep, and also, one thought crossed my mind; I'm actually at the school He loathed so much.
