Magic, it is something that is misunderstood for both good and bad reasons, some use it for good some use it for bad and some use it to become manipulative scumbags that will stab you in the back if you exhaust your uses.

Kor Ruhin was a mix of these, the 11-year-old had been born on the miserable speck of a planet known as Mandalore, however at the age of three his father had forced him, his two sisters: Kirn and Xai, and all their belongings into the back of his father's ship, The Pharaoh-9 a Stanthas class freighter.

Then the family had set off, deep into the unknown regions for reasons that his father would not explain. Then they found Sol-3, a planet that they could live on and did live on. But late in the month known to the people of Sol-3 as "July" his life would be flipped over.

"Use the force. Use the force… well I would, IF YOU TWO COULD SHUT UP!" he yelled at his two sisters who were loudly playing Holochess, his father came through the door to his living quarters and said irritably, "Kor quiet down, also how did you get up there, you don't have your jetpack on?"

Kor snapped back to reality and realised he was hovering in mid-air his legs crossed in a meditation position. He fell and then rubbed his head, "Damn it, it happened again." He grunted.

Kor was force sensitive. It ran in his family, even his father who often just used his skills as a Mandalorian to be an effective warrior could use the force at times. However, he was more sensitive to it. He was even asked if he could be trained as a jedi but he himself politely refused saying he wanted to be with his family. That was the day he was told about his great grandfather, his Great grandfather Korsarro Ruhin was a Mandalorian jedi one of great power at that.

His lightsabre was a family heirloom, it was passed down from Korsarro to his grandfather Chai, and then his father Val.

"Get up Kor, besides, you've got mail somehow..." Little did Kor know that that one sentence would change his life. He left his room and entered the central area of the Pharoah, and funnily enough there was a letter on the table waiting for him. Kor picked up the letter and looked down at the note.

The paper seemed coarse and rough in his hands like sand but that was insignificant compared to the writing on the letter.

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 Ruhin

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted, at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find an enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1, we await your owl no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall

Kor froze with shock before calling, "Dad? I need you to look at this letter."

His father walked into the room and took the letter from him before reading it. After he finished, he slowly dropped the letter and asked his son "calmly", "Kor… is this a joke?"

When Var saw his son shake his head, he knew what he must do.

"Where do they want you to get your supplies?"

Sorry I'm leaving it here, but I just thought it would be a nice place to leave it for now. Tune in for more!