Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Magic Break Can't Be Seen
Alexander Dantes staggered down the hall, every step was full of pain, but it was slowly becoming more bearable as his body adjusted. He had been walking for only a few minutes before arriving at a corridor he knew to lead to Ravenclaw Tower, which meant that Professor Flitwick's office was nearby. He raised his hand to knock on the closest door when a voice spoke from behind him.
"Good heavens!" Professor Flitwick cried. He dropped the pile of scrolls he was holding, sending them rolling across the floor. "What happened to you, young man?"
Alexander gestured with his free hand behind him and opened his mouth to speak, but Professor Flitwick cut him off. "Let's clean you up, shall we?"
The tiny professor waved his wand in lazy, wide loops. With each circuit, more blood fell off Alexander's body, revealing the bruised and cut flesh underneath. Professor Flitwick tutted, before waving his wand again, soothing the bruises and causing the cuts to stem the renewed flow of blood.
He nodded in satisfaction. "That should do it. You should see Madam Pomfrey about the scarring; she'll be able to remove them sufficiently enough. Now, what happened?"
Alexander watched as the professor lazily waved his wand, summoning the loose scrolls to his arms. He looked down at his wand in his hand sadly before looking back at Professor Flitwick. "My wand is broken."
Professor Flitwick's eyes widened in surprise and a faint trace of concern. "My word! That is indeed serious, do you have the pieces?"
"Yes, well, no." Alexander held up his wand to the professor, showing it whole and unbroken, although with a burnt ring around the middle. "It was broken, but now it's not."
An odd look that Alexander couldn't understand came over Professor Flitwick's face. "Mr. Dantes, your wand is in one piece."
"I know that, but it doesn't cast magic!" Alexander tried to explain. This was not going how he had hoped at all, and he couldn't understand why the professor was being difficult.
Professor Flitwick struggled not to roll his eyes at Alexander. "Of course not, we haven't taught you any spells yet! Honestly, there's always one muggle-born who thinks they're the next Merlin," the wizened professor muttered. Alexander grew red in rage.
"That's not what I meant, I mean they broke it!"
"They?" Professor Flitwick asked blankly. "Who's they? Are we getting to why you were covered in scrapes and bruises?"
Alexander nodded, missing the professor's disbelief entirely. "It was the prefect: Hill or something. And the boy with the other badge. And some of their friends. I couldn't sleep so I went for a walk and they found me-."
He was cut off by an irate professor. "-and two young men, both entrusted with positions of authority harassed some first year?" Professor Flitwick finished, giving Alexander a dark look. "Mr. Dantes, there is no need for this to go on any further."
"There isn't?" Alexander asked in confusion. Then a warm feeling began to grow in his breast, that justice would be done.
"Of course not, not when the truth is so easily seen. I will not abide by this any longer!"
"Great! What's next?" Alexander asked, his faith in adults restored.
"Detention tomorrow with Filch, for you," Professor Flitwick said, glaring at the boy.
And just like that, Alexander's hopes collapsed into nothing, the small amount of warmth it provided vanishing without a trace. "What?" he asked, lost.
Professor Flitwick nodded firmly to himself. "In fact, make that two detentions. Never have I heard such an absurd lie."
"But, professor, I'm telling the truth!" Alexander protested. He was numb.
This time the tiny professor did roll his eyes. "Yes, you went out for a walk, after curfew, and was found by our seventh-year prefect and Head Boy who proceded to what, what exactly are you accusing them of?"
Alexander could not help but duck his eyes, as Professor Flitwick's eyes glared darkly into his own. Unfortunately, this was taken as an admission of guilt.
"Two detentions, and be glad it isn't more! Next time you tumble down the stairs and seek to blame your clumsiness on others, pick believable candidates! Now go get cleaned up and go off to breakfast."
The short professor walked off, leaving the first year behind with a burnt-out wand and a shattered trust in any authority figure. Alexander almost collapsed, wanting to fall to the ground and cry once more, but something twisted inside of him. As he watched the retreating professor's back disappear around a corner, he listened to what that feeling was telling him.
He turned and walked back to the Ravenclaw dormitory, and only one thing sat in his thoughts, consuming them utterly. He knew not how he'd do it, or when, but Alexander did know what he was doing to do:
Vengeance.
He wouldn't hurt the bullies as they hurt him. No, that'd be too simple, too easy. He wanted them ruined, some vital part of them broken like how his wand was broken, how he was broken.
He found himself before the Ravenclaw Doorknocker. "What is impossible?" the eagle's mouth asked.
Alexander gazed up at its frozen features, silently contemplating the question. "Nothing," he said defiantly, his jaw firmly set.
For a long moment, it seemed as if the guardian would deny him entrance, but it clicked its beak and opened the door. Alexander silently stepped through, his thoughts once more consumed by his self-chosen task. He had no idea that this was the moment that would set him on an impossible journey, one that would herald terror and turmoil to billions. It would create a war that would eventually bring the world to its knees and build it anew through trials, tribulation, and death.
And Alexander Dantes would be the one to bring it about.
Magic Break Can't Be Seen
AN: Professor Flitwick always seemed odd to me. Luna Lovegood went through years of being bullied and we never see anyone step in to stop it. So, either Flitwick is dismissive toward anything that doesn't have proof (which is what I choose), he doesn't care about his students (unlikely), or he's oblivious (ironically, if we go by the movies, this is canon. That moment where he and Harry Potter are talking and it ends with "Professor, you've known me for years." "No excuses, Potter.").
As for the Ravenclaw Door Knocker/Guardian/Thing, this is the only time it's ever seen in any of my stories.
I hope you enjoy my story.