This story is based on Harry Potter written by J.K Rowling
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As we arrived in diagon alley i watch tom look around at all of the magic, the people walking by, the objects in display windows, he had a look of wonder on his face common to see on a child's face. But of course for the serious tom this was a rare thing and i was happy to just watch him enjoy the new experience for as long as he wants.
Once he gets his fill he looks up at me and asks, "where are we going first?"
I smile, "we will be going to a store to get you some wizard's robes since the clothes i already got you are muggle ones, they don't really fit in here so for occasions that deal with the ministry and going to a social gathering, you will need robes."
He has a put upon look on his face, probably thinking it doesn't matter what anyone else wants him to dress like, it doesn't but it would make it easier, "that reminds me, we have to go to the ministry tomarrow to make the adoption official, and you have to decide if you will become blood related to me or me to you, and remind me later to tell you the rest of your heritage, the family one not the wizard one."
With a confused face he says, "we can be blood related? Theres more to explain?"
I giggle, "oh lots more, not just about your heritage either, the magical world has many things for you to learn, it will be a long time before you know a good amount, and will probably never know everything you want to." I grab his hand, "remember to think about it, you have to decide tomarrow, but for now lets get shopping, i have to pick out some work robes for myself, with your help of course."
We walk to the closest robes shop and start browsing for toms robes, i pick up standard robes, slightly nicer ones, and i ask over a worker to take measurements for tom's pair of dress robes, just in case he will need them.
After the worker finishes with measurements she says, "it will take about 30 minutes to make."
I nod, "and i need some work robes made, i want it sleeveless, botton down, trench coat top with a collar, the bottons will stop at my hips and it will flare out from there, like a high/low dress, the back and sides will end mid calf." I will wear bootcut style pants and some boots, probably muggle boots since the only ones sold here are usually made of some kind of magical creature.
I look at tom, "think it's suitable?" He nods, "well in that case i will need your help with something, i have a rather nasty scar on my arm, it will be visible with a sleeveless shirt, so think of something to cover it, like a tattoo, think of a design."
He has a troubled look on his face, maybe holding back a little anger, "will you show me later?"
I smile gently, reach out and pull him to my side with my hand on the curve where his shoulder meets his neck, reach up and ruffle his hair, which seems to be becoming my favorite way of affection, "sure I'll show you when we get home, maybe you can think of something that can cover it better that way, don't worry about it too much."
I look over at the worker to see her working on our robes, "how about we get ice cream while we wait?"
His eyes widen, "i haven't had ice cream in forever." His look of wonder was back again.
I laugh this time, "then magical ice cream is going to blow your mind, it's not too much different from muggle ice cream but it does have added things in it, like one of the strawberry flavers feels like you are eating pop rocks, and thats just one."
Tom grabs my hand and drags me towards the door as fast as his 8 year old body can. I smile the whole way down the street, not even bothering to tell him that he is going the wrong way till a few minutes later.
Once hermione and i get inside we pick our flavors, she gets something called coffee mint cookies and cream, certainly sounds interesting maybe i'll try some later, i order something called banana boat special, it is a mix of banana, chocolate, and strawberry chunks, and when i tried it i decided it is the best thing ever, no chance for anything better.
But as we sit down and start eating i think back to what hermione said earlier and my anger comes back, she said she has a nasty scar on her arm, someone dared to harm my only chance at family, my mother is scared because she was hert. I can't wrap my head around it because why would anyone want to hert her, she doesn't look like the type to hert people for no reason. Why would someone want to. I released a sigh, if all i can do to help her is figure out a tattoo then it will be the best tattoo anyone has ever seen.
I come back to the present when she asks me, "so want to here about your mother's side of the family, the wizarding side?"
My mom was the wizard then, that means my dad was a muggle, i think she mentioned that before. "Sure, is it anything important?"
She smiles, "of course it is, its good to know who your related to, you are also your mother's and her family's only heir, meaning you get an inheritance from them, and them being pure-bloods usually comes with a lot of money, and i think that is something you should know." She smiles bigger, "but of course thats not really the important thing to know."
I'm sitting there wondering what that could be, probably nothing money or property related then, somthing to do with my magic?
Seeing that i was just going to wait and not guess she just said, "you have probably noticed already, but in case you haven't, there is a special ability that runs in your family that no other family is known to have, the ability to talk to snakes, called Parselmouth, or Parseltongue whichever works."
Yes i did notice that, "i talked to a snake in the zoo once, it was really weird but that makes sence, why in my family?"
She smiles again, "ahh but here is where it gets better, you are a direct decedent of Salazar Slytherin, you can learn about him in hogwart's a history, which is the first book you will have to read before you can start on others and before you can have leasons in anything to do with magical subjects, it's good for background information you will need, but you get the ability from him."
I get excited once she reminded me about all the books she has and all the ones she is going to get, the orphanage didn't have books so this is more then i could have hoped for, "of course, i'll read it fast."
"Well if you could finish by monday then we could start you on the first year curriculum, or maybe other beginner things too, but most of all the things you will learn of magical creatures will be with me at work, you will study other things in my office while i do my paper work part of my job, since i'm a field agent it will probably only be a few hours, then i will take you with me when i am called out, unless it's too dangerous then you will need to stay in my office ok? Sound fun?" All the while spooning ice cream into her mouth.
Of course it sounds fun, i thought she was just going to leave me at home while she worked, planning on staying in the office at home untill she came back, this is much better, "sounds awesome, since your job is about magical creatures why don't we make your tattoos magical creatures? And it would be better if you had more than one tattoo, nobody has just one."
She taps her chin for a minute, "yea good point, how about we do a dragon on my shoulder and a snake with flowers on my forearm where the scar is?"
I nod, "yes the dragon will be flying, side profile, wings out, and the snake can be wrapped around a branch or vine of flowers, maybe like those pink ones we saw at the japanese place where we got the curry."
She nods through the whole suggestion, "yes good ideas, the pink flowers are called cherry blossoms by the way, yes those are good ideas."
She then has a sad smile, "and i promise i'll show you the scar tonight right before we cover it, and then you will never have to see it again."
I just stare and say, "and neither will you."
She smiles that proud smile again, and reaches over, ruffles my hair and says, "here try my ice cream."
We sit there, finish the ice cream and then leave to see if our robes were done.
After i was satisfied with our robes i took tom to the book store Flourish and Blotts, and the look on his face was the most excited he had seemed all day, "why don't you look around, pick out any books you want i'll look for all the books you will need for first year." If they have been written yet that is.
Tom started looking at the books and i started on the list i made.
List of books:
- The Standard Book of Spells Grade 1 by: Miranda Goshawk
- A History of Magic by: Bathilda Bagshot
- Magical Theory by: Adalbert Waffling
- A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by: Emeric Switch
- One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by: Phyllida Spore
- Magical Drafts and Potions by: Arsenius Jigger
- Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by: Newt Scamander
- The Dark Forces - A Guide to Self-Protection by: Quientin Trimble
I guess if tom understands these well enough, i could give him 2nd year books early or maybe when he leaves for 1st i can have him bring both years of books so he can get ahead even more if he wants. We will leave that for another time i guess.
I spend about 20 minutes collecting all of the books. I then start looking for tom, but what i see when i finally find him sets my blood on fire, standing against the book shelf is tom surrounded by kids that look old enough to be 2nd or 3rd years, how dare they try anything with an 8 year old! My 8 year old damnit!
As i walk over i catch the conversation.
"This kid looks lost dosen't he?" One said in a mocking voice.
"Yes he doesn't look like he belongs here" another snickers.
"Where are your parents kid? They leave you here? Maybe we should show him where he belongs" said the last one, with a sneer remarkably similar to malfoy's was.
And just as tom looks like he's going to use some accidental magic, I step up behind the kid in the middle and put one hand each on the back of the other two's necks and squeeze slightly, these are probably pompous rich pure-blood children, they are not know for being courageous so me scareing them shouldn't be too hard.
So i simply say, "what do you think you are doing to my son?" As i stare holes into the head of the child in the middle, i feel like i am channeling snape with the voice i used, it is very similar to his, just need my new work robes to billow as i walk and i will be set.
The two on the side turn their heads and stare with that deer in the head lights expression, but the middle one kept glareing at tom, and tom looks slightly smug while glareing back.
"You have no reason to try and terrorize my 8 year old son, you are old enough to know better, i wouldn't be surprised if you got letters from your head of house, state your names and head of house, i could care less about your parents, they don't matter when you spend most of tour time in school, now speak!"
The one on my right side says, "Adam Johnson, gryffindor"
The one on my left side says, "Gerald Hornby, ravenclaw"
The one in the middle said, "like i'm going to tell you anything, what can you do anyway? Get us detention?"
The other two were looking at their friend like he was crazy but he didn't say anything else.
So i lean forward, "i can do plenty, detention, cleaning duty, ban from quidditch, you are going to be third years in september correct? I can get your hogsmead privileges taken away, you will never be able to leave the castle, maybe they will even take away house points at the beginning of the year who knows."
I lean forward more, "but if i were you i would take that punishment, because that is nothing compared to what i would do to you if you dare to mess with my son, i won't even need a wand." By this time my voice is an angry hiss and my fingers are gripping the side kids a little tighter, "so what is it going to be, my punishment, or your head of house?"
He finally turn around and looks at me, he sees my expression of anger and no lies hidden in my words, and my eyes show him a painful fate should he take my punishment, so he finally says, "Lucas Nott, gryffindor"
With a expression of outrage i say, "gryffindors are supposed to be courageous, ravenclaws are supposed to be smart, but there is nothing more cowardly and stupid then picking on or harming someone who can't defend themselves, when you are on unequal ground, you bring shame to your houses, your letters of punishment will be sent shortly, you'll be lucky if there are no howlers."
I released them and turned, "lets go tom" i reach over and tuck him into my side, he doesn't move untill we are two aisles over, then he turns sideways, puts his face into my side and grips my shirt while i keep my arm around him, then he proceeds to mumble incoherently into my shirt while he cries.
I give him a few moments and he says a few things that sound kind of like, 'nobody has ever..' and 'i was going to..' i can get the gist of it i suppose.
Once he is done i kneel down and say, "you are my son tom, i will always defend and protect you, no matter what i am always with you, i told you that before remember?"
He nods, "yea."
I lean forward and kiss his forhead, "did you pick out any books?"
He nods again and puts a book in my hand, looks like it's about animagus transformations, "thats a coincidence, i was just going to teach myself how to do this soon, you can read this but no trying to use it, if you still want to, i'll teach you when you're older maybe once you are a third year i think."
He looks put out, "why can't i learn in first year?"
I smile, "because even adults can't do it, they either don't want to, don't have enough patients, or they injure themselves while trying, it also takes months to a year to learn if you do it fast, wait till you are older ok?"
"Ok, you promise?" Looking like he doesn't believe i actually will.
"Of course, and if i forget, all you have to do is remind me." I pick up all of the books, "now lets buy these and get home to eat some of the leftovers."
Once we are done we head home to unpack the books, and tom starts on hogwarts a history while i heat up japanese leftovers.
All the while tom is thinking about how he got a taste of feeling protected and safe for the first time in his life.
