I do not own Harry Potter.

Hey guys I had a sudden urge to write a story, hopefully the next chapter will be coming this year.I plan to make the following chapters longer. Tell me what you think.

Orin Evergreen, was your regular 10-year-old kid soon to be an 11-year-old. He was carefree he was living a happy childhood without any worries. He was spending his summer vacation away from school and the city in the countryside at his family's old ancestral home where his grandfather currently lived, while his mother and father was working in the city,

The place was quite remote there used to be a village in the place his grandfather said but during the years people kept moving into the city till there was no one else left besides his grandfather and a bunch of abandoned and barely still intact house.

Orin was naturally curious and liked to explore since there was pretty much nothing else better to do besides fishing with grandfather in the nearby small lake and collecting edible shrooms and berries in the nearby woods.

The house itself was quite big by itself not including the other existing buildings like the barn, storage room, a shed and a secret bunker where his ancestors used to hide illegal goods.

The interior of the home was quite old school looking it did not change much from the time before world war one besides the addition of new furniture and other things. W

What interested Orin the most though was the attic where there was a lot of even older relics laying around some even from the 18th century when the house itself was built according to his grandfather.

His grandfather wanted to sell it to the museum at one point but in the end decided against it something about it being their lineages heritage he claimed. Obviously he told Orin not to mess the mentioned old thing, but that only made it more inciting for the boy.

So when his grandfather was away fishing Orin sneaked into the attic to take a look. There was quite a lot of dust here covering various boxes strange appliances and various books and journals lying around.

Orin began digging around, he found a lot of interesting things like old pictures of his grandfather with his now deceased wife and other people Orin has never seen before. The boy flipped the books looking for pictures but since there was only text he quickly got bored of it.

While fiddling with very creaky drawer he found a hidden compartment, that was very exiting finding out a secret like this but instead of some gold stash the boy was expecting there were only a bunch of vintage journals with pictures of barely clothed women. After flipping it trough he didn't discover anything interesting and quickly dismissed continuing his search.

Unfortunately, he had to stop since his grandfather returned from fishing. He would obviously continue the search in the following days.

In the following days Orin continued his search when his grandfather was away. He was not sure what for he was searching or why he was searching but he somehow knew that there was something to be found in this attic of old forgotten things.

At this point I was no longer curiously that was driving him but something else entirely.

Days turned into weeks. Yet still Orin did not find what he is looking for. At this point he explored every part of the attic and pretty much saw all the thing that were place in there but he was not satisfied. There was something else he wanted to find or perhaps wanted to be found?

One day when Orin was about to give up he accidentally overturned one of the drawers in his annoyance. It fell tumbling down with a large crash smashing into the floor loosening the floor boards.

And there it was, hidden beneath the floor. A strange book with a cover made of leather without a name and an old paper note left on top.

'Do not open this book, but you will, take heed because a toll is required'

That was quite ominous sounding but Orin dismissed it 'What's the worst that could happen he thought'

Orin took the book out of its resting placed the note away and opened it with a glint in his eyes, this was what he was searching for all this time he knew.

It was hand written, entirely in cursive along with strange symbols and diagrams. Orin huffed in frustration he barely understood this cursive.

After some time of deciphering the boy found it described various rituals.

"Ah so you have found it" A voice startled the boy, Orin entirely forgot about time passing and his grandfather found him in the act.

"I always expected your father to find it, but he did not seem to notice anything…"

Orin wanted to speak but was interrupted by grandfathers glazed gaze.

"Now that you found it, it's yours. We shall perform the ritual. I will go to make preparations" And just like that his grandfather left.

Orin glanced at the book still on his lap, there did not seem to be anything special about it beside its vintage look and strange diagrams in its pages.

…

When Orin's Grandfather returned it was already very late and already dark.

He called Orin and told him to bring the book.

The boy had a lot of questions in mind but had still had no opportunity to ask them.

"I will answer your questions later" Grandfather said he placed black and white candles and drew a large circle with a diagram within with chalk on the wooden floor.

He drew a smaller circle besides the large circle and told Orin to stand in it while he himself stood in the large circle.

"Now, then before we begin you should know a few things. First that our family surname is not Evergreen. Second I have already lived for three hundred years and always knew this day would come, now it is time. I shall finally be free so do not grieve. Third this will awaken power within you, use it wisely. Fourthly and finally remember there will be always war between us and the draconis, now begin"

Orin felt a force compelling him. He opened the book and started reading the text, he was reading in a language he did not understand but for some reason could pronounce the words perfectly and smoothly.

The candles lit up their flames reaching a meter into the air, his grandfather lied down on the floor.

Orin's voice became deeper and a lot more imposing, his back straightened.

White dots of light began to appear in his vision and a sound of a resounding sea appeared turning into the sound that insects make during the night till it turned defeating and his vision became entirely white as he began dreaming of odd dimensions and places his mind could barely grasp.

Orin woke up being pecked by a brown barn owl. He groggily sat up shooing the bird off. The Owl angrily hooted raising her leg with a parchment attached continuing the attack.

The boy looked around he was on the floor with a bunch of by white feathers lying around and his grandfather was nowhere to be seen.

He took the parchment from the owl which seemed not intending to leave until he did that.

Orin opened the parchment and read what it contained.

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 Mr. Orin White.

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 on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Orin rubbed his eyes, just what in the world was happening?