Author's Note: Back again! All characters, descriptions, themes, and plot points recognizable from the Sims 4 Henry Puffer fan made stuff pack belongs to the creator MLys. (Seriously if you play Sims 4 you NEED this mod in your life) All plot points, characters, and settings recognizable from JK Rowling's work is an act of parodying fanfiction and no rights are reserved.

Henry Puffer was a sim stranger than most. Kid and teenage life state sims are supposed to like summer, for instance. They are supposed to loathe the idea of returning to their school days that seem so monotonous it's like one big rabbit hole. Henry Puffer, on the other hand, loved school. He longed for it. His school was different. It was a school that taught magic. Henry Puffer was a caster occult sim and had no idea just merely three years ago.

Currently, Henry was struggling to do his summer homework by flashlight under his covers in his little bedroom. His living situation was that of his aunt and uncle's. They were the meanest, nastiest sims you would ever want to know and they wanted nothing to do with Henry's unusual and sometimes dangerous life state. This meant anything caster related had to be done in secret. Like now, nearly midnight with his quill between his teeth as he turned a page in his textbook. He had had this quill for a very long time.

After last year's exams were more or less bereaved, the students at Harnocks had to do double the summer studies. Last summer, Henry wasn't able to do anything. So he made sure this year to arrive at his aunt and uncle's without his owl, Magus. This way, Uncle Vincent would throw all of his school belongings in the closet next to the bathroom (where Henry used to have to sleep) Then, when they all went to bed, Magus would appear at his window with his textbooks and assignment parchements. Henry didn't really stop and think where Magus stayed during the day. Perhaps he made a happy perch somewhere. Or hunkered in with the Parsley's?

Henry's blue eyes scanned the assignment sheet and his throat clenched. This examination curriculum had to have been written before the traumatic events of last year.

"Choose a point of view and claim your case. Ancient Normie borns were a menace to caster folk or Ancient Normie borns were acting out of fear and can be forgiven," Henry whispered in the dark.

He rubbed the inside corners of his eyes to help with the strain.

It's not like he had defeated a deadly monster in a chamber created by an ancient caster that believed in the first point of view. Is this what Mormobius thought? No. Henry shook his head. He had to focus on his work. When he had returned to a very unhappy welcome from his extended family, Henry would toss and turn with wonderings.

Who is Lord Mormobius? Why does he need the Dragon Valley postcard? And most importantly. How does he look like Henry's dad if he's not Henry's dad?

Sims not of the caster occult life state are called Normies. In the early days of yore many would react terribly violent if provoked with things not able to be understood. Witch burnings were very common in those times but what was most interesting was that fire cannot kill a true caster as long as his wand hand is free. Saying a simple practical magic incantation would allow the flames to feel like a warm heater. The caster then would just pretend it hurt. Though the Normies accused and caught would succumb to death in a matter of 10 to 20 began the assembly of the Council of Casters as well as the segregation of Normies and Casters.

Henry knew exactly what position he was going to take on this topic and rolled over so he was on his tummy. His side table had a hidden inkwell and he found it. Unscrewing the cap with his left hand and his quill in his right, Henry strained his ears to listen for any sound of a Doofly. He couldn't even chance them hearing the scratching the sharp quill makes on the parchment.

"Sometimes I really wish the segregation was still in effect," Henry whispered to himself. "Then I'd have been put in a...I don't know a...caster foster care system. I wouldn't be with these terrible Normies," but then that thought died on his tongue. If the old segregation laws were still in effect, Henry wouldn't have been born. Why was Henry's mom considered a traitor in Mormobius' point of view? Henry thought it was his dad that was the Ancient Plasma.

Uncle Vincent was the husband of Henry's Aunt Daisy. Daisy was Henry's mom's older sister. Aunt Daisy is a Normie and Henry's mother was a Normie born caster. Somewhere in the Puffer family there was a caster. That was another thing Henry found out last year. Puffer is his mother's name. His father changed his name from Simil to Puffer when he got married. Henry wondered long and hard about that reason as well.

Vincent and Daisy Doofly had tried for years to keep Henry's fate from him. Lying to him all of his childhood as well as treating him abysmally while they coddled and swooned over their son Curtis. To them, as long as Henry was depressed, his magic would not manifest. Younger Henry would be able to jump high and do all sorts of weird things if he was allowed to be too happy. Henry's theory is now that the cat's out of the bag, they're just nasty to him because they must have grown to like treating him this way.

Now that this is his second summer from furthering his caster education, the Doofly's can't do much to really stop Henry except locking away his school things and keeping him in the house. So indeed, Henry was strange and didn't like summer. But this was the reason why.

Henry stretched his writer's cramp. Maybe he could take a break and see if he could reread his alchemy class essay? Henry rolled his eyes. Professor Snabes had the longest parchment requirement of all of the summer work. She wanted six whole feet of it! Henry sighed. It looked like he'd have to work on it bit by bit whenever the Dooflys traveled to the lake without him one of these afternoons.

Every fiber of Henry's being wanted to rebel but he remained complacent and cool. He wanted to be on as good of a side to the Doofly's as possible. Their mood dictated whether Henry would be able to finish his assignments. If they put any more bars on the windows or made it so Magus could not deliver his books and homework, it'd be all over.

The first week of summer vacation, Henry was almost made to live in the garden shed because his best friend Jon Parsley tried out Henry's telephone number. It did not go well.

"Doofly residence you've got Vince," Uncle Vincent had said into the phone that morning when the telephone had rang. Henry's ears perked up when he heard a childlike voice on the other end. Then his heart dropped.

"EXCUSE ME SIR! HELLO? HELLLLLOOO?! I...NEED...TO...SPEAK...WITH...HENRY...PLEASE!"

"WHO IN BLAZES IS THIS?" Uncle Vincent shouted even louder into the mouthpiece. This was a very bad idea. Jon came from a whole family of Ancient Plasma casters. This means that there are no Normies in his family. The side effect being that even though Jon knew many cool things Henry didn't, Jon didn't know things like telephones, Gameboys, and...television. By yelling into the phone, Jon must have assumed that's just what you did on a telephone.

"MY NAME IS JON PARSLEY!" Jon answered so loudly Uncle Vincent had to remove the whole phone from his ear. "I'M A SCHOOL FRIEND OF HENRY'S AND I'D LIKE TO…"

Uncle Vincent's eyes narrowed and he found Henry's from across the room.

"NO ONE NAMED HENRY LIVES HERE!" He roared like a lion. "YOU DON'T GO TO A SCHOOL YOU GO TO A FREAK SHOW! NEVER CALL HERE AGAIN!" Then completely unnecessarily he threw the phone out the window and shattered the glass. Henry had to do quadruple the house chores to pay for the busted window he made Uncle Vincent break.

Though, two weeks later, the Doofly's new phone rang.

"You've got Vince, it's the Doofly's," Uncle Vincent barked. "Yes. Um...well. Um. Okay. Okay...sure...I mean…" Henry cocked his head. He never heard his Uncle seem so shaken. "Oh just Henry. Not Curtis. That's amaz...I mean...oh no I'll get him right now. "HENRY!" He shouted with his fat hand covering the mouthpiece. "Come to the phone right now!" Dragging his feet, Henry did as he was told. "One of our neighbors called and said you broke a window playing outside. She's threatening to call the cops if I don't let you talk to her and set you straight herself. I'm staying right here and monitoring, boy." Uncle Vincent said in a low growl.

"Hello?" Henry mumbled into the phone. He hadn't broken any windows.

"Henry Puffer," the voice answered and Henry had to muster all of his strength to not smile. His other best friend Esmani Ghadjer was one of the cleverest students in all of Harnocks. She was Normie born and grew up with telephones just as Henry had. "It is most dreadful to hear from you," she said and Henry knew she was playing a sort of opposite game with him. Henry looked at Vincent who was grinning evilly.

"I'm really sorry to hear from you," Henry tried to sound pathetic.

"My son, Jon says he's sorry he called and got you in trouble," Esmani was pretty good at sounding like a grown up. "I said you two better never see each other again! My sister Jaclyn used her license to drive by and noticed a...I mean MY window was broken. This was the best way we knew we could reach you!" Of course! Jaclyn was Matthew Parsley's girlfriend. Matthew Parsley is Jon's older brother. Jaclyn, or as she likes to be called Jack, is also a Normie born and older. She probably has done many prank calls in her time.

"Wrap this up," Uncle Vincent was seething.

"I won't be able to call you again but let me tell you it is DREADFUL to hear from you and I hope you are having an awful day and I hope you get SUPER punished," Esmani said.

"Yes ma'am," Henry gave the phone to his uncle and bit his knuckle to keep from chuckling.

"YOU SEND THAT PUFFER BOY OVER RIGHT NOW. LET ME TAKE CARE OF HIM AND SEND HIM TO BED EARLY WITH A FULL BELLY. NOTHING MORE OR I WILL CALL THE COPS." Esmani yelled at Henry's Uncle. He was a bit afraid that they were now being too obvious but Uncle Vincent just kept his voice casual like he was really talking to an adult.

"As you wish, ma'am," he said.

Back in the present, Henry rolled back over onto his back and looked up at his ceiling. That was probably his favorite day. He got to go outside and muck around for an hour, come home, actually get a good dinner, and go to bed early to get a head start on his homework. Esmani was a genius.

Though tonight was lonely.

He hadn't heard from his friends in weeks and were probably keeping their letters scarce to not get him into any trouble. Magus was preening on his desk while Henry packed the school books, parchements, and other supplies into an old pillow case. The pack was heavy but Magus could handle a lot.

"Same time tomorrow night, bud," he handed the sack to Magus' talon and patted his head before opening the bedroom window and letting the owl out into the night. With a stretch Henry looked at the clock. His stomach growled and an odd sensation overcame him. For some unknown reason he jumped into the air, spun around, and POOF!

Henry was a teenage life state sim.

He had completely forgotten it was his birthday today.

Henry battled through the terribly sad moodlet and went to his wardrobe to change out of the ghastly teenage clothes that he had spawned with. He was still pretty skinny but his face was definitely longer and less pudgy. His lemon yellow hair was almost too long and reached just past his ears. His eyes were blue and less wide with wonderment. They were more tired, guarded, and cautious. Once he was changed, he went to the mirror and touched his plumbob shaped scar. It was still ugly, red and very prominent on his forehead.

This was not caused by a bump to the head or a fire like the Doofly's told him his first ten years of life. Henry's parents Lena and Robert did not die in a fire. They died because Lord Mormobius had murdered them in cold blood for some unknown reason. He would have ended Henry's life too but instead, the infant Henry repelled the spell, stripped the Untamed Caster's powers, and was left with only the scar. He was no more than an elderly ghost three years ago. Mormobius had won at his goal of stealing and drinking the Elixir of Life Henry's first year at Harnocks. What's more last year...Henry found out just how much that adult life state ghost Mormobius looked remarkably like his father.

"I honestly should be dead," Henry rolled his eyes to no one in particular as he gazed out of his window. One would think the traumas brought on by Harnocks would make any child turn away. Not Henry. He needed Harnocks like he needed air. The mystical castle, the winding corridors, the dungeons lit by torchlight, and his amazing friends.

Henry had just taken his glasses off to turn in when he was startled by Magus tapping his beak on the glass pane of the window. Alarmed, Henry jumped up and with unfocused eyes threw the window open.

"Magus, shhhh!" He said and allowed the bird back in. "What are you doing back it's," Henry squinted at his clock, "nearly two in the morning." His heart beat the familiar cadence of excitement when he noticed the large, ornate envelope in Magus' beak. His Harnocks letter!

Dear Mr. Puffer,

Please be aware that the new school year will begin on the first of September. The Harnocks trolleys will escort you from Riverdancer Station on the Platform of Three and One Half. The express route will leave at eleven o'clock sharp. This term, you will be beginning year three. This comes with understanding and the highest decree of trust to attend supervised visitations to Midnight Hollow. This is the village that runs along the Realm of Magic just outside of Harnocks. Visitations can not be honored without signature from parent or guardian on the enclosed permission slip. Also enclosed is a book list for the required course text.

Your sincerely,

Professor M. Garspatuon

Henry raked his eyes over the Midnight Hollow permission slip and any excitement he had felt melted away. What a treat to be able to feel like a normal person in a village where he doesn't have to hide or be someone he is not. An entire village of casters, witches, and wizards! Weekends poking in shops and drinking popkin spiced lattes by the barrel seemed within his grasp and Henry allowed his eyes to shut and a sigh to come deep from within. It could never happen. It'd be a cold day in Oasis Springs before Uncle Vincent or Aunt Daisy would sign such a form. Feeling some of the tried and true Alpaggard bravery, he convinced himself it couldn't hurt to ask and stuffed all of the parchements into his side table drawer. He'd simply have to worry about all of this in the...well...later that morning.

Finally settling himself to bed, his head nearly hit the pillow when he realized he needed to reach under his pillow and mark off another day on the calendar he drew up for himself.

"One more day down," he whispered. He laid his head down and fell asleep with what he hoped was a smile on his face.

The next morning, Henry went down to Aunt Daisy's breakfast group meal. The three Doofly's were mostly finished and eating on fine china while whatever was left was going to go on Henry's paper plate. He was unnoticed, as usual, by the family since six eyes were looking at the facilitating blue light that was emanating from the new television set Mr. Doofly had purchased for Henry's cousin Curtis since he made terms with all C's. In fact, most of the summer Curtis has perched himself in front of that screen. Henry wondered how long it would take before his cousin's eyes to melt clean out.

Henry's chair was the one as impossibly far away from the other three but still within talking distance to his Uncle Vincent's chair. Henry's uncle was a bull of man with a neck the size of a tree trunk that seemed to swallow all of his chins and pull everything downward towards his chest. His mustache was large and manicured to point upward. It was quite a contradiction that the upward corvus of the mustache sat above a mouth that was perpetually turned downward. Henry nibbled on a rejected piece of Curtis toast and knew the family would not acknowledge him let alone his birthday. He was about to take his first bite when the news reporter that was speaking said "dangerous." Henry's attention focused in the middle of her report.

"...what we do know about Zest Johnny's crimes are that they are not being taken lightly and his punishment is imminent from law enforcement. Any sightings of the convict can be reported to…"

"Newcrest is one of the safest worlds there is!" Uncle Vicent spat with gusto. "There's never even a single burglar. For this wacko to get loose tells me he is some other type of kook. Even by the look of him. A degenerate! Look at him!" Henry looked on the screen as the mugshot appeared. The man has sallow features and thin looking skin. Dark circles outlined his lids. From his head grew unkempt wisps of blonde, stringy hair that fell to his shoulders. "Blonde hair is the ugliest color of hair," Vicent added with a nasty side eye towards Henry.

"In other news…" the reporter droned on.

"NOW WAIT A MINUTE!" Uncle Vicncent roared suddenly. "Where did they say he came from? Where did he escape? Which jail? He could be at our doorstep? An insane git like that could be anywhere!"

Uncle Vicent's wife, Aunt Petunia, who was sharp angles and long necked, stood up to peer out the window. Her fingers were most likely to be itching to call whatever hotline they set up for the criminal. She was the most nosiest woman in the world and also loved causing or getting people into trouble. The hotline for her would be like Winterfest.

"Sims like that man need their pool ladder deleted," Uncle Vincent said into his tea cup and Henry didn't understand the reference. Aunt Petunia nodded.

"Oooh! Lookie there! The Smith House has a new car!" Henry's aunt said from her spying spot by the window. Uncle Vincent's tea cup being placed a bit too loudly on the table snapped Henry back into it.

"I'm going to be late if I don't get a move on," Uncle Vincent looked at his watch that was straining against his bulbous wrist. "Matha's train will be at the station in about thirty minutes."

Henry's whole self felt heavy like a lead balloon.

"Aunt Martha's visit is...today?" Henry blurted out without thinking.

Every summer, Uncle Vincent's older sister Martha came to their house to cause just an extra spicy version of chaos in Henry's previously thought to be bleak existence. Only related to Henry by marriage, she ought to be Aunt Daisy's sister instead of Henry's actual mother. They two were very much alike. They were mean, they were nosy, they were opinionated, and they were staunchly uptight and traditional. The similarities stopped at appearance. Aunt Daisy was built like a yardstick whereas Aunt Martha looked like Uncle Vincent with a scarlet wig on. (It actually could be a wig) Aunt Martha lived way out in the countryside and ran a cow pasture dairy farm. Each visit in Henry's thirteen years has been worse than the last.

The summer of Henry's fifth birthday, Aunt Martha would slap Henry's knuckles with the fan she always fanned herself with just because Henry could recite the alphabet and Curtis couldn't. Two summers later, she bought Curtis the latest in video gaming technology and cackled when Henry opened his "gift bag" to find...cow feed. Last summer, she gave Henry a beautiful looking cheeseburger. Confused and alarmed, Henry took it knowing that if he didn't he'd be punished. The moment his fingers clamped down on the bun Aunt Martha slapped picture after picture illustrating her detailed accounts of what goes on in a cow's "life cycle" on a cow farm.

"So that's exactly what's in that sandwich boy!" She squealed with delight when Henry lost the contents of his entire stomach on the floor. That traumatic memory still haunts Henry as much as the laughter of the Doofly's ringing in his ears as they made him clean up his sick on his hands and knees while he had to eat that burger.

"Let's get a few things straight," Uncle Vicent snapped his fingers in front of Henry's face to bring him back. Curtis actually turned the TV down and swiveled his large body around to watch. He loved when his dad bullied Henry. "Don't think for even a second on getting any sort of revenge on my sister. Verbal or...otherwise," Henry tried not to show his grin at the way Uncle Vincent said otherwise.

"I will give her my utmost respect if she cares to do the same for me," Henry said.

"She does not know of your condition...and the DUH rules apply to keeping it that way," Uncle Vincent was ignoring Henry's retort. Now a teenager, Henry could barely stop his eye roll at the DUH rules that he had to follow since he was three years old. They stood for Doofly Upon Henry. Rules ranging from don't speak unless spoken to to the more recent no spell-ish words or utterings.

"Duh," Henry said and when his uncle's eyebrows knit together Henry added, "rules will be followed."

"She also has been told that you are a pupil at St. Jame's Maximum Security Seat to Cell Prevention Academy for Troubled Boys With No Hope."

"You're kidding!" Henry couldn't help but raise his voice and throw up his arms.

"That's the story and you're sticking to it! DUH rule...er…" Uncle Vincent couldn't remember how many there were now. "Effective immediately...amended! NEW RULE! You hear, boy?"

The only thing Henry could do is sit there seething at Uncle Vincent. He could barely recite that ghastly made up school name let alone go along with the ploy that he actually attends it. This was shaping to be the worst birthday Henry has ever known.

"Daisy? Curt, my love? Care to ride along?" Uncle Vincent said in complete polite, fatherly charm. It made Henry's stomach ache. Like he was intruding on a snippet of what the Doofly's would look and sound like if Henry didn't exist.

"Piss off," Curtis said and was glued to the TV now that the bullying of Henry had ended. Henry's jaw dropped and he wheeled his face back to Uncle Vincent's surly certainty that that comment would cause punishment.

"Sounding like a true chap then aren't ya then?" Uncle Vicnet clapped his son on the fatty shoulder. Henry could have slammed his head on the table.

"Curtis has got to freshen up and look tidy for his auntie," Aunt Daisy ruffled Curtis' hair. She unattractively puckered her lips and offered her cheek for Uncle Vicnet to kiss. He did so and turned to the coat rack to pull on his morning jacket. Henry suddenly had an idea. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled the permission slip out. Uncle Vicnet seemed to be in better spirits from his little display of Henry-less, familiar affection.

"You're not riding with me if that's what you think," Uncle Vincent said over his shoulder. Henry followed him down the hallway towards the front door.

"I'd rather chug apple cider vinegar," Henry bit back, "I need to ask you something important." Slowly, the large man turned around and crossed his enormous arms. "Har...my...my school has this thing...for third years and older. We're allowed to visit the village there sometimes. Supervised of course." He doubted Uncle Vicnent would care but normal guardians would care, right?

"So? Get on with it you twit or I'll be late," Uncle Vicnent turned to gather up his car keys from the bowl next to the front door.

"To be able to go," it was time to rip the bandaid off, "I need you to sign the permission form," Henry rushed that bit out. "Or Aunt Daisy." He was getting bolder. "Either of you will do."

"Why would I do that?" Uncle Vincent slowly began to configure an evil looking grin on his face. He was picking up the importance of this request. Henry could feel the shift and needed some leverage.

"Well," you would do great in Ivybell. Henry matched that same sort of smile and made his voice really slow and manipulative, "woe is me. It'll be awfully hard to remember all of my supposed backstory to good, dear, sweet auntie Martha. Where is the school I go to...St. Something or Whatever…"

"St. Jimmy Maximum...you know what?!" Uncle Vicent exclaimed and Henry thought idly that he must have also forgotten the whole name. The shift had happened when Henry clocked a note of panic in his uncle's tone.

"I'm just saying," Henry said coolly and shrugged. "I need some incentive to keep this going. What if I forget and say the wrong thing...maybe something that doesn't sound...simlish…?" Whoa. Henry was threatening an adult and breaking many DUH rules in the process.

"You'll get your bones rearranged is what will happen. Keeping them the way the Watcher intended is all the incentive you need, buddy," the adult squared up and lifted a fist to Henry. The teenager stood with two feet firmly planted.

"Pssht, been there done that," Henry couldn't help but puff out a breath. "Growing bones is just an average day in my life. But what I tell Aunt Martha...that'll live in her mind forever." Henry did not take his eyes from Uncle Vincent's darkening watery ones. Slowly, his uncle lowered his fist. "If you sign my permission slip though…" Henry made his voice casual as if they were discussing the winning team on the sport's channel. "I'll remember everything. My performance will snub Judith Ward. I'll be as Normie...er...I mean as normal as can be."

Uncle Vicent's jaw was set tight and a vein was bulging in his temple but Henry knew he was truly thinking it over.

"You wanna play it like this, boy you better be in it for plasma," he snapped. "I'll sign the blasted slip if and only if Aunt Martha's visit is met with the most upstanding behavior from you. If you so much as breathe wrongly I will not only rip up your form and burn the pieces, but I will lock you up so tight and so far out of reach even your ruddy friends cannot bust you out to attend that blasted institution come September." Henry gulped and he hated himself for it. Especially when Uncle Vicent's grin reappeared. "Do we have a deal, boy?" Henry reached his hand out wordlessly and Uncle Vicent gripped it so hard Henry nearly yelped. Then he whirled around and was out the door with the loudest door slam Henry has ever heard. When the glass window above the door broke his uncle's fading voice called for him to pick up the glass shards.

Later that day with sore and cut hands, Henry laid face down on top of his bed. He could hear Aunt Martha's foghorn-like voice and ghastly, nasally laugh. Just like every summer when Aunt Martha visits, Henry is to stay in his room from her arrival until dinner. This is so the "actual family" can catch up and socialize. It's amazing that from dinner until the evening hours, Aunt Martha has the capacity to terrorize Henry to near wits end.

"Not this year," Henry said into his pillow. No verbal or emotional abuse from Aunt Martha is going to stand in his way of that permission slip. With dread, Henry sat up when he heard Magus' familiar tapping on the window. He rushed to greet him. "Not tonight. Not at all this week, Magus," Henry stroked his feathers. "Let me send Jon a note. I know the Parsley's will let you stay with bird looked at him with a strange type of glance. Henry tried to swallow the tinge of hurt he felt as he scrawled a quick note to his friend on a slip and tied it to Magus' leg. Why hadn't Jon reached out on Henry's birthday? Esmani hadn't either. He knew after the telephone debacle they wouldn't be calling, but Magus is free to receive and send letters every evening. "No eyes like that, mister. I've got to be able to go to Midnight Hollow with Jon and Esmani this year. I'll probably be the only kid that won't be able to." Henry shooed Magus out into the setting sun, closed, and locked his window. Completely miserable, Henry turned back towards his bed to find someone was standing on it.