authors note:when the gods conclude that the wizard war could leak to the mortal world and eventually drag the demigods into the conflict they decide to send one of the top demigods to end the war before it goes too far. here the characters will be completely OC because i am neither J K Rowling nor Rick the story.
"How dare they threaten us, those freaks!? What do they think of themselves, bullying us normal people? I will be teaching you a lesson BOY. You good for nothing devil we give you food and a roof and your freakish friends threaten us. What are we running here, a charity? " the stout average heighted man was waving a cricket bat menacingly at a scrawny teenage boy who was on the floor. By the looks of it the boy had already received some blows from the bat. The man was obviously very drunk but was surprisingly very steady.
"Uncle please!" the boy pleaded. He looked to be in immense pain. "They were only looking out for me. They didn't mean to threaten you. They just wanted you to treat me well." One look at his uncle face and the boy could tell that his words were a mistake he should not have made.
"TREAT YOU WELL!? I will treat you well." The man swung the bat with all his might. The bespectacled boy rolled out of the way and then went on to pullout a wooden looking stick out of his pocket. One look at the stick and the man looked absolutely furious. The nephew due to his injuries could not move quickly enough for the next blow which came to his stick clasping right hand. He cried out in pain the stick was now two halves. The stout man gave a triumphant laugh "look boy, you now have two magic sticks." The boy looked shocked and he could not respond. There was bark like noise of an owl, a white missile raced towards the uncle whose only response was to swing the bat.
"Hedwig!" the boy cried out in panic as the bird which had come to the rescue of its master hit the wall fell to the ground and was unmoving.
"Stupid bird." Was all that the stout man said as he advanced towards the boy that called him an uncle. The boy in question in a desperate attempt raised his uninjured left arm trust it forward and yelled stupefy. Nothing of the boy's design happed when a powerful blow met his head. As consciousness abandoned him he could hear a distant shrill voice "Vernon! What have you done?"
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