"owww my heeeeaaaddd.' My eyes slowly flutter open and I wince from the flight, "W-what? W-where am I?" I say innocently and fearfully.
"Oh your awake." Says a gentle voice as an old man comes into view. I notice I'm in what resembles a straitjacket. What appears to be the teachers around me with The old man in front of me.
"W-why am I here? why am I in this?" I fake whimper.
"Please drop the act, we want to see the real you and ask how you got on that train. You made quite a scene today." The old man says kindly as helping me sit up. I drop the smile and my eyes go to my normal blank look.
"My name is Asura C. I don't believe I know your name." I say my tone of voice was he same tone a Mania would use in a Dementor form. And the man shivered.
"Albus Dumbledore," He says seriously.
"I see. Well I'm what you'd call a muggle but, an ability to see and use illusions. I'd say your world is quite interesting to say the least. I learned about Hogwarts and met some kids that where going there. I decided to tag along under atlas of a first year wizard. After seeing that thing on the bus everything went black. I assumed I passed out but, seeing as I'm being interrogated I must have done something deeply serous." I look at the teachers around me and look a back at a now curious Dumbledore.
"You did indeed. Are you claiming that you have no clue what you did after the Dementors arrived?" He asks with a twinkle in his eye.
"Yes." I nod and the straitjacket suddenly tightened and gasp in surprise. A liquid was forced down my throat, and I coughed from the force. The person stopped as soon as it was emptied down my throat and I glare at them.
"Sorry but, we must know if you telling the truth." Dumbledore says somberly. Shit a truth potion. My mothers voice whispers in my ear, "If you get caught your not my son." Right what am I doing I can do this. I've done this plenty times before.
"My mother has a gift to see the balance in the world. She noticed there was a tip in the misery here. She sent me here to find out what was wrong. The dementors were causing more misery then their suppose to. I remembered a spell my mother taught me to destroy and calm them. In order for it to work I had to make sure what it was feeding off of was unconscious. I'm sorry I caused trouble but, whenever I use the method I lose some of my sanity." I hung my head sadly and Dumbledore nods taking the jacket off me.
"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding Asura and I'd like to speak to about your abilities and your mothers abilities but that's for another time." He says kindly and I grin brightly acting like a happy jolly person again, "Thank you." I may have a truth potion inside me but I know how to bend the truth to my needs.
"oh and here's your wand back. You seem to have some magic in you to have a wand chose you. Hmm Red oak wand too." He gives me a curious look as handing my wand. It was a simple red oak wand with a ball at the end of the handle, a ball at the transition between the handle and the wand part, and a slight point on the end of the wand. I remember what the Oliver man said about while giving me a suspicious look,
"You will often hear the ignorant say that red oak is an infallible sign of its owner's hot temper. In fact, the true match for a red oak wand is possessed of unusually fast reactions, making it a perfect duelling wand. Less common than English oak, I have found that its ideal master is light of touch, quick-witted and adaptable, often the creator of distinctive, trademark spells.
"I see what he why he gave me that look, I was a silly goofy Huffflepuff in his eyes why would I get a wand wood that is quick-witted and adaptable. I take the wand smiling slightly. the core was even more suspicious the core was a Fwooper feather, its seen as an ill omen for the wizards it bond to, as, like the birds they come from, they are rumored to slowly drive the welder mad. Despite their poor reputation, they do well in charms and care of magical creatures. However they have a near inability to cast Quietus. Oddly the core isn't bonded with another core which is more uncommon. Its rigid n flexibility and 12 inches long.
"Thank you." I smile putting it away. Suddenly a bird flew in with a letter. It was pink and the size of a regular bird.
"Is that a Fwoopler?" Dumbledore gasped slightly as it landed on my shoulder and tweeted in my ear so only I could hear. My mind calmed from the familiar insanity wave. I take the letter from its foot and I see its from my mother,
Dear Son, You passed your test! congrats! Now I want you to help find his Sirius fellow they are looking for. Like my gift? Yes Fwoopers are indeed wonderful creatures. It will continue to sing its song to you, making sure no one else hears. inside this letter should be a license to keep it. Please keep your head low and make yourself look pathetic. I figure you would have done that anyway but, I just wanted to tell you myself. Have fun with your pet.
from Mother.
"My mother always liked Fwoopers." I chuckle petting the bird. Dumbledore looks at me like someone to keep a close eye on.
"Well before you leave you have to be sorted into your house." He smiled gesturing to the hat on a stool to the side of the room. The hat looks like its been around for a long time, probably has. Houses must have been what Hufflepuff and Slytherin is, I remember the two being mentioned in Diagon Alley. I Put the hat on and put on the stool.
hmm interesting. Its been a while since I've seen a pure Slytherin, there is no doubt about it.
I jump slightly and raise an eyebrow at the hat's words.
"SLYTHERIN!" The hat yells shocking everyone in the room. I blush slightly in embarrassment as everyone looks at me like someone else entirely. Well this is just greeeeaatttt