Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Franchise is no owned by me. I only own The-Boy-Who-Should-Not-Be
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"Well, Good Luck." And that's all I got before everything went away.
Suddenly I felt everything. Like seriously everything. Air rubbing my skin. Cloth brushing my body. The heat for the sun, and yet the cool of the air at the same time. I heard noises that flooded my hearing. I can't even call them sounds. Just noise that hurt my ears. It was so... much. I can't move or even open my eyes. Just experience all of the sensations.
It was too much.
So I did the only thing I could think of. Shout. Well cry really. Much higher pitched then I was used to. I felt something touch me, shocking me out of my cry-fest.
I heard a feminine voice say something.. Couldn't quite make it out.
It would be a long time of uncomfortable feeling before I could even open my eyes. Let alone -move-.
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When I finally became aware I learned that I was a child. Hell not even that. I was a baby!
All could understand in my time in a crib was that I was an orphan and in Britain. Well, an area with British accents. I assume Britain. That and a large part of a baby's life is boring. Very very boring. I mean I always thought it be cool to be a baby again. Just eat, sleep, poop repeat. And while that's fun for, like, a day or so. Eventually it's just boring. Even learning to walk didn't help. Just let me be bored while mobilised.
Nothing of interest happened until shortly after my eighth birthday. I had gotten into a fight with one of the larger of the orphans my age, not sure what over. Though I knew how to fight (dirty) the kid wouldn't stop.
The caretakers eventually pulled us apart leading to us both being punished. Now I normally accept the judgment of authority. Maybe it was my childish sense of self righteousness
"That's not fair!" I make my eight year old displeasure known " He hit me first!"
"I'm not going to argue, go to the time out room." The caretaker firmly ordered.
"Bu-" "Now." "That's no-" "NOW!"
"GAH!" *CRACK*
I stormed off towards one of the "Time-Out" rooms. Not bad, just an empty room with a couch. I drop on said couch huffing and muttering about my predicament. Took me a while to realise what happened. Something exploded when I left. No, not when I left. When I -stormed- off. I had began to think about this when a small knock sounded from my door.
"Cole? Someone's here to see you."
"Okay." I sigh and sit up. It's probably Miss Tess. She's one of the counselors we talk too when we have "emotional overloads."
Well mostly me.
Okay pretty much only I see Miss Tess. All the others see the other people. Not sure why. Not that really complaining about being the only person talking to a pretty blonde lady.
Well, sadly, it wasn't Miss Tess. It was some other woman. She had black hair tied in a bun and green eyes that were both firm and understanding. Her professional coat and skirt were the same same emerald color. She spoke with a slight scottish accent, "Hello Cole."
"U-uh. Yo." Eight years and still haven't dropped those skills or that word. Impressive or embarrassing?
"My name is Minerva McGonagall," Oh. Oh...
"...Magically inclined universes..."
Oooohhh. My eyes go straight to her hairline. Don't know how good of a legilimens she is, but I'm not going to risk it.
"Mrs. Free tells me that you've had an accident." I realize what she's talking about buuut...
"Umm I never had those problems Mizz McGongal..."
The Scott simply chuckles, "I think you know what I mean" My face reddens.
"I'm told your a very smart boy, you do very well in your lessons." That is -kind- of true. Come on. Basic math and basic reading? Please.
"Have you ever felt different then the other children Cole? Anything happens that shouldn't?"
I give a small nod, "Yeah a couple times. Miss Tess always said I was special..."
She smiles, "that's what she told me as well."
She leaned closer, "You are special Cole. You are magical."
I look at her with, what I hope looks like, suspicion. "So I'm a wizard?"
She chuckles again, "yes, you're a wizard Cole.-" Ha! "-Now. I teach at a school for girls and boys like you to learn how to use your magic. Do you think you'd like to go there?" "Yes!"
I feel my face flush at my outburst. But Mrs. McGonagall gives a smile, "Okay then. Miss Tess will tell you more about you and the magical world when you meet with her. When you turn eleven, we will send you a letter explaining how to get to our school, ok?" "Got it!" I reply with a smile.
She gives a kind goodbye, and Miss Teas comes in as she leaves, "Hello Cole, heard the good news?" She asks seeing my smile
"Yeah! I'm a wizard!" Quite happy I got her to say that.
"I know, cool right?" She turns slightly serious, "there are some things we need to talk about, Okay?"
Miss Tess then explained the rules of the wizard. The separation and secrecy, about creatures and spells.
She couldn't get through all of this in one day, she promised to come back in a few days time so we could keep talking.
When she left I returned to bed, choosing to skip dinner, I can always just sneak in and get food later. Wasn't a very tight security system. Then again, probably didn't expect a toddler to know how to pick padlocks.
I took the time to think about my situation.
Potter-verse huh?
I never really finished the series, having stopped midway through book five. I knew a few endgame things. One of the twins die, Sirius dies, The pink hair girl (Tank? Lock? Tonks? Tonks!) Tonks dies. Characters that are now people. People who don't deserve to die because of some no nosed pricks greed.
I can save them.
Just nudge the main trio a few times. Help a little. I can help.
I can be a hero.
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The next three years were a bit more interesting, with Miss Tess telling me about the magical world.
Before knew it a letter arrived in the mail.
Cole Farelda
Jones-Free Orphanage
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Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order Of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf Warlock
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Mister Farelda
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins the first of September. We await your owl by no later than the thirty first of July
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress.
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As the letter said, the supply list came with. Simple enough black robes and hat (do they color them house colors when we get there?) Dragonhide protective gloves, winter cloak with -silver- clasps (tempted to make it brass,) nametags recommended, and the book list. I think they were making the Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them into a movie. Not sure. Anyway, seems simple enough. Another parent bring ing their kid to Diagon Alley would pick me up and take me along.
"Hello?" A voice beside me pulleys away from the letter. "Are you Cole?"
A cute little girl with red hair that reached just past her shoulders looks at me with l brown eyes.
"Yeah that's me. You're the ones I'm going with?"
"Yep," she merrily replied "my name's Susan, Susan Bones." She reaches out and hand, which I take and shake, "Cole. Cole Farelda."
Odd having a last name after so long.
"We should go now if we're going to beat the rush," a strong voice said from behind me.
A woman with both posture and aura that conveys confidence and control looks at me, a small smile on her face. She looks a bit like Susan (probably a result of being related.) Her hair is tied behind her head in a pony tail. "I'm Susan's aunt, Amelia, pleased to meet you, Cole."
"Pleasure is all mine." I say, hopefully not sounding creepy. Doesn't seem like she took it creepily.
"Well, let's get moving."
Can't wait to get a look at magical Britain.
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A/N:
I apologize for any and all grammatical, spelling, or tense mistakes.
