Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. All rights go to JK Rowling. I do, however, own Nathaniel Harrison, as that is my representation of me in this story.

Chapter One: A Very Happy Birthday

"Wake up honey! It's your birthday!" called by a tired tender, yet exciting voice, of Nathaniel Harrison's mother. "Come on, Nate! We got presents!" Young Nate bolted upright from his sleepy moans of being woken up at the simple word of "presents." "Yay! Presents!," the cheery, now eleven year old boy exclaimed. He jumped out of his bed, and he ran out of his room, not noticing his wrinkling yet loved pajama set that had animal heads popping out on the fabric all throughout the set. Nate rushed down the stairs and stopped with such ferocity the house could've wobbled off balance when he saw loads of presents, fourteen presents to be exact, with a large pile of birthday cards from Nate's many school friends, his cousins, and of course, his loving parents.

Nate observed both piles with awe and happiness, with his eyes twinkling as bright as the stars at night and his smile so large it covered his whole face. Nate's father had prepared a large pile of pancakes, Nate's favourite breakfast, and watched with glee as his young boy looked as happy as he could ever be. Nate finally glanced away from the present extravaganza in front of him to his father holding the plate of pancakes, and he suddenly became even happier than he originally was. How that was possible, he wouldn't know, but his parents showed the same enthusiasm as Nate quickly yet carefully plucked the plate from his father and sat down and dug into the blueberry flavoured pancakes, topped off with thick maple syrup and a singular, one inch by one inch square of butter as the cheery on top.

Nate took no more than ten minutes to finish the plate, of course with his parent's help, as they normally ate together, when he jumped out of his seat and bobbled up and down as he asked his parents if he could start opening his presents, starting with the one he had in his hands. His mother happily agreed, and his father laughed merrily as Nate opened up each of his fourteen presents, growing happier by the second. His parents showed extreme happiness when Nate opened up their present: a large atlas that showed the entirety of Europe in details maps and pictures. Nate was thrilled. He bounced up and down at the mere sight of the book and gingerly placed it with his other presents. He then jumped up to grab the bursting pile of letters, cards, and small trinkets of items from practically everyone he knew. But one in particular was very thick, looked old and brown, and was personally addressed to "Mr. Nathaniel Harrison of 14 Sugerbeet Lane" and as it looked the most interesting to him, he decided on that first.

His parents exchanged a quick glance of uncertainty at the large letter but shrugged it off when Nate carefully flipped it over and saw a thick, dark maroon stamp on the back of the envelope with the word "Hogwarts" etched into the top of it and a sort of shield underneath. He carefully opened the envelope up, being extra careful to remove the stamp in one piece, to his realization that there were three pieces of parchment in there. Curiosity got the best of him and before his parents could take away the opened envelope, Nate had snatched all three items out, oblivious that his parents were trying to take it from him.

He looked at the first letter, which took him by surprise. On it was again, the word "Hogwarts" followed by a larger and more detailed shield that was under it. "Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus" he muttered, wondering what on earth that meant. He read the acceptance letter, eyes going wide when he finished. "Please send your owl no later than July thirty-first," said an awestruck Nate, "but… but that is today! Today is my birthday! July 31!" "What happened, Nate?," his mother asked tenderly. " Oh, uhm, this" as he passed his Hogwarts acceptance letter to his mother. He quickly looked at the next page to reveal a list of everything he would need. Now, at this point Nate believed he was too thickheaded to notice that he had no idea where he could get these obscure items, or even to know what some of these items actually were. He obviously know that "Cauldon" meant pot, however it listed a specific type that he had no idea of. He brushed it off as he looked at the third parchment, but not before his mother gasped in awe, at his acceptance letter, and at that gesture he passed his supply list to his father. When he laid eyes on the third parchment, he felt like he had lost his breath. His mother noticed that Nate was frozen in shock about something on the paper he was holding, so she asked him to read it to them. Nate nodded slowly at the request and began reading:

Dear Mr. Harrison,

My name is Professor Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. If you are reading this, do not worry about a reply just yet. If you have read this on July thirty-first, You will meet a grey owl outside your doorstep at two P.M. Please give it a letter that will state if you will be attending. As you have no non-wizard parents, you are a muggle-born wizard. It is a rare yet joyful experience. You can ask any questions you have about Hogwarts or magic or any of that sort when a man named Rubeus Hagrid comes to help you get your school supplies. Most of us professors here at Hogwarts trusts this man with our lives. He is a kind and gentle man, so don't be worried about him. He will come on August fourteenth. Congratulations on getting accepted and enjoy your birthday. Sincerely Yours,

Professor Minerva McGonagall

Nate looked at the letter, doing a triple take, as he let it sink in. He, out of a lot of - muggles - was a wizard? Nate's mother looked at the clock and noticed it was only noon. Nate nodded and carefully put all three items back inside his Hogwarts envelope and, with even more excitement than before at his discovery of being a wizard, he opened up the rest of his birthday cards.

By the time Nate had opened up all his birthday cards, collected the various gifts of money, 87 pounds, from the twenty or so other envelopes scattered by his friends, cousins, and his parents, he was exhausted. Not exhausted in terms of fatigue, exhausted in being happy about everything. The glory and happiness Nate expressed for nearly six hours straight had an effect on the young boy, if not in a good way. He had come out with money, gifts, pictures, toys, and most importantly, an acceptance letter to Hogwarts.

Hogwarts. Something about Hogwarts lingered in Nate's head. Until it popped. "My letter! I need to write it up! Is it ok if i do that mum?," he asked, with puppy-dog almost like eyes. With a happy nod of approval from his mum and a thumbs up from his dad, Nate ran up to write a quick but enthusiastic letter to the school:

Thanks for the opportunity, I can't wait!

I'll be coming, my parents are ok with it!

From,

Nate Harrison

And with that, he hopped downstairs to hear an owl peck at the window sill. He eagerly hopped outside to a happily hooting gray owl, looking intently at his note. "Bring this to Hogwarts, to Professor McGonnagal for me, will you?," Nate asked. The owl hooted happily and Nate held the letter out as the owl grabbed it with its beak, nodded at Nate, and took to the skies, on its way to Hogwarts. Nate beamed, happier than he had before, as he went back inside to spend the rest of the day with his parents as they celebrated his eleventh birthday.

Author's Note: Thanks for reading my first installment of New Magic! I have been wanting to do this for a long time, to immerse myself into the wonderful land of Harry Potter, yet I didn't know how. However, as you are reading this, I figured out how! This story is going to be a decent story, however as I am still dealing with school and life I may not be able to keep up with a planned-ish schedule of uploading chapters every Sunday, Wednesday, and possibly Friday, I don't know yet. Let me know what you think of the opening chapter, and I'll see you all next time!