Chapter 1 ~ The Delivery
In a strange looking house, on a strange looking street a strange boy woke up and rolled over. It was just 7:30am, but being an early riser was not what made Ezekial Mavers strange.
The boy, 11 years old got up and strectched his arms. He had jet black hair cut short and a pair of intense, intelligent blue eyes. He was skinny, and tall with a thin but friendly face. Currently wearing Dinosaur PJs, Ezekial, as we now know his name to be, rolled off his bed and onto his feet. They were normal feet, leading to normal legs, and a normal waist and chest, a normal neck, normal head and face and, of course normal hair.
But Ezekial Mavers, as we now know, was not a normal boy. Not to us.
He yawned loudly and threw open his wardrobe door. The clothes behind were normal enough, though to the right was a collection of long robes of varying colours. But Ezekial chose a pair of faded old jeans and a red jumper rather than the strange, shimmering robes.
Pulling them on, he found a pair of socks lying on his floor. Pulling them onto his feet, he set off at a run out of his room and down the stairs. Now these stairs give us the first clue to Ezekial's starnge life. They were stone, which is, I suppose normal for him, yet not for us. At the bottom of the staircase, Exekial hit a floor made of plush purple carpet. A strange enough colour for us, but not for the boy.
Immediately in front of the staircase is a door, plain wood with stained glass windows. Two, side by side seperated by a thin line of wood. The pictures on these windows give us our second clue to our odd boy's secret. On the left (Ezekial's left) is a long green dragon that takes up almost all of the glass, and on the right was a tall man with long red hair and a pointy cap. He was wearing a flowing purple robe and wielding a short stick, a wand. Out of the end was erupting little stars that were aimed at the opposite window and the dragon.
For Ezekial Mavers was a wizard, and had been awaiting, for three days straight, for his letter of admittance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but alas we are getting ahead of ourselves, for Ezekial has all ready walked through the sitting room and arrived in the kitchen, holding a thick envelope with no stamp, and an adress written in green ink. The hand was firm and elegant.
Sitting down at the table, Ezekial dropped the other letters, which included a second envelope adressed to one Melinda Mavers, on he table and looked up at his mother, who was at work in the kitchen waving a long, slim wand about and cooking breakfast. She looked a kind woman, with compassionate green eyes and luscious brown hair. When she smiled Ezekial felt warm inside, as did most who saw it, and when she frowned she looked just as serene. "Good morning dear," She said happily as Ezekial looked up at her, his mouth open.
"I-I-It's arrived," He managed to stammer before dropping his eyes back down to the letter in his hand.
"Well open it dear," His mother replied distractadly, she waved her wand at the dishes in the sink and the began to jump about, cleaning themselves. "Confound your father he said he would do those last night. Just a wave of a wand is all it takes." She muttered.
Ezekial payed no attention, and rather opened the nveope, withdrawing a thick wad of folded parchment. The first was a letter, and it read as so;
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 Mavers,
We are pleased to infor you that you have a place at Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all
necessary books and equipment,
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no
later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deupty Headmistress
Ezekial looked up. "I got in!" He cried at his mother excitedly.
"Well of course you did, dear," His mother said happily "Both your father and I were top students their we made sure you and Melinda would get in when the time came." Both Ezekials parents had been Prefects, honour students and Ravenclaw House members. Ezekial had alot to live up to in their eyes. "You just make sure you're sorted in to Ravenclaw young man." She added sternly, turning to face him for the first time. She waved her wand at him threateningly. "I don't want you playing up like those Gryffindors, or soft like the Hufflepuffs, or weird like those Slytherins. Ravenclaw is the only house for a Mavers." She concluded and turned around again.
Ezekial let the first slip of parchment drop to the table and looked at the second. It read;
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Uniform
First year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils clothes should carry name tags
Set Books
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emmerich Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungo by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenious Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
Other Equipment
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR cat OR toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE
NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
That was it. Ezekial repeated the list, this time out loud so his mother could hear it. She nooded as he said certain things and cried out when he said others, remembering her old days at the famous school. "Oh you'll have such a time, Ezekial! I'm so proud of you honey." She flew from the kitchen to give him a kiss and a hug as a tall man walked into the room.
Perhaps tall is an understatement, for Cameron Mavers stood at 6 feet 7 inches tall. He nodded curtly at them both before sitting down. "Good morning." He said in a voice that boomed. His had long red hair and was dressed in purple robes, like the wizard on the door. He had a long, fiercely featured face with kind eyes. "Ahh I see your letter has arrived Eazy." He said, gesturing at the parchment with one hand whilst withdrawing his wand with another. It was shorter than Ezekial's mothers', and thicker. It was black and imposing, and completely sitff. He waved it about the kitchen, and had a kettle of coffee boiling in no time.
Ezekial beamed up at his father proudly. "We have shopping to do," He said sliding the list over the table.
"I should imagine we do," His father murmured, picking the list up and reading through it. When he reached the protective gloves he let out a snort, "Now he's a story for you, my lad," He said loudly. "Franklin Gall thought he didn't need his gloves one day in potions. Making polyjuice potion we were, as I remember it. He got the mixture wrong, as he often did, no Ravenclaw was he. Anyway his hand slipped into the potion, ate very one of his fingers it did, no lie!" Wincing at the memory, his father continued. "Spent all night having them grown back with the nurse. Painful business that, I know I've performed three myself. Can hear the cries of agony three halls over."
Ezekial's dad was a doctor at SMH. (Spell Misshaps Hospital) It specialised in Wizards and Witches who made mistakes during spell working.
"I remember young Franklin," Ezekial's mother put in darkly. "Mean young man as I remember it, very rude. Once made Gretchen Hill of Hufflepuff's nose the size of a watermelon. Poor girl."
"It's true!" Cameron cried. "Slytherin he was from. Awful house. Full of ambitious, ruthless eviltons! Mark my words Ezekial you get put in Slytherin.. well.. well I don't know what I'd do I'd be so mad."
Ezekial nodded. Of all the four Hogwarts Houses Slytherin was the most disliked. From it had spawned Voldemort himself, and all his deatheaters. The other three, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were more distinguished. Gryffindor housed courageous and brave students, former students included Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and Quidditch player Oliver Wood. Hufflepuff was considered the weakest of the houses, but the members were hard workers, friendly and honest. Ravenclaw was Ezekial's family house, and in it resided the smartest, academically gifted students. Ezekial prayed that he was sorted into it.
"Morning family." Came a cold, harsh voice from the doorway. "Isn't this picturesque." The owner of the voice was Melinda, Ezekial's twin sister, though they weren't identical in any way. Melinda was cruel, cold and vicious. Ezekial beleived she was adopted.
"Morning dear." Mum and dad said in unison, unfortunately for Eazy she was their favorite.
"Your letter arrived." Ezekial said, smiling happily. He flicked it over to her as she sat down.
"Sounds good." She said sarcastically. She tore the envelope open, read tha pages and looked up. "We can't go shopping for this stuff today." She said immediately.
"We have two weeks to get the stuff." Ezekial put in quickly.
"We shall goto Diagon Alley and stay over the weekend at the Leaky Cauldron." Their father decided on the spot. "Should be nice to spend a few days together as a family before you both dissapear for school."
"No can do father dear." Melinda said nonchalantly as their mother served up the pancakes, steaks and eggs they were having for breakfast. "I promised Raven I would go to her house to practice love spells."
"Well cancel it, we're going to the Leaky Cauldron and that's final, I want to spend the last few days with my children before they take this step ahead in their lives." Cameron replied sternly. Melinda dropped her head and muttered darkly.
But for Ezekial all this was of little importance, her ate his breakfast quickly before rereading both the peices of parchemnt, yelling a goodbye to his family and running outside to play with his friends and deliver the good news.
In a strange looking house, on a strange looking street a strange boy woke up and rolled over. It was just 7:30am, but being an early riser was not what made Ezekial Mavers strange.
The boy, 11 years old got up and strectched his arms. He had jet black hair cut short and a pair of intense, intelligent blue eyes. He was skinny, and tall with a thin but friendly face. Currently wearing Dinosaur PJs, Ezekial, as we now know his name to be, rolled off his bed and onto his feet. They were normal feet, leading to normal legs, and a normal waist and chest, a normal neck, normal head and face and, of course normal hair.
But Ezekial Mavers, as we now know, was not a normal boy. Not to us.
He yawned loudly and threw open his wardrobe door. The clothes behind were normal enough, though to the right was a collection of long robes of varying colours. But Ezekial chose a pair of faded old jeans and a red jumper rather than the strange, shimmering robes.
Pulling them on, he found a pair of socks lying on his floor. Pulling them onto his feet, he set off at a run out of his room and down the stairs. Now these stairs give us the first clue to Ezekial's starnge life. They were stone, which is, I suppose normal for him, yet not for us. At the bottom of the staircase, Exekial hit a floor made of plush purple carpet. A strange enough colour for us, but not for the boy.
Immediately in front of the staircase is a door, plain wood with stained glass windows. Two, side by side seperated by a thin line of wood. The pictures on these windows give us our second clue to our odd boy's secret. On the left (Ezekial's left) is a long green dragon that takes up almost all of the glass, and on the right was a tall man with long red hair and a pointy cap. He was wearing a flowing purple robe and wielding a short stick, a wand. Out of the end was erupting little stars that were aimed at the opposite window and the dragon.
For Ezekial Mavers was a wizard, and had been awaiting, for three days straight, for his letter of admittance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but alas we are getting ahead of ourselves, for Ezekial has all ready walked through the sitting room and arrived in the kitchen, holding a thick envelope with no stamp, and an adress written in green ink. The hand was firm and elegant.
Sitting down at the table, Ezekial dropped the other letters, which included a second envelope adressed to one Melinda Mavers, on he table and looked up at his mother, who was at work in the kitchen waving a long, slim wand about and cooking breakfast. She looked a kind woman, with compassionate green eyes and luscious brown hair. When she smiled Ezekial felt warm inside, as did most who saw it, and when she frowned she looked just as serene. "Good morning dear," She said happily as Ezekial looked up at her, his mouth open.
"I-I-It's arrived," He managed to stammer before dropping his eyes back down to the letter in his hand.
"Well open it dear," His mother replied distractadly, she waved her wand at the dishes in the sink and the began to jump about, cleaning themselves. "Confound your father he said he would do those last night. Just a wave of a wand is all it takes." She muttered.
Ezekial payed no attention, and rather opened the nveope, withdrawing a thick wad of folded parchment. The first was a letter, and it read as so;
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 Mavers,
We are pleased to infor you that you have a place at Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all
necessary books and equipment,
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no
later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deupty Headmistress
Ezekial looked up. "I got in!" He cried at his mother excitedly.
"Well of course you did, dear," His mother said happily "Both your father and I were top students their we made sure you and Melinda would get in when the time came." Both Ezekials parents had been Prefects, honour students and Ravenclaw House members. Ezekial had alot to live up to in their eyes. "You just make sure you're sorted in to Ravenclaw young man." She added sternly, turning to face him for the first time. She waved her wand at him threateningly. "I don't want you playing up like those Gryffindors, or soft like the Hufflepuffs, or weird like those Slytherins. Ravenclaw is the only house for a Mavers." She concluded and turned around again.
Ezekial let the first slip of parchment drop to the table and looked at the second. It read;
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Uniform
First year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils clothes should carry name tags
Set Books
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emmerich Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungo by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenious Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
Other Equipment
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR cat OR toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE
NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
That was it. Ezekial repeated the list, this time out loud so his mother could hear it. She nooded as he said certain things and cried out when he said others, remembering her old days at the famous school. "Oh you'll have such a time, Ezekial! I'm so proud of you honey." She flew from the kitchen to give him a kiss and a hug as a tall man walked into the room.
Perhaps tall is an understatement, for Cameron Mavers stood at 6 feet 7 inches tall. He nodded curtly at them both before sitting down. "Good morning." He said in a voice that boomed. His had long red hair and was dressed in purple robes, like the wizard on the door. He had a long, fiercely featured face with kind eyes. "Ahh I see your letter has arrived Eazy." He said, gesturing at the parchment with one hand whilst withdrawing his wand with another. It was shorter than Ezekial's mothers', and thicker. It was black and imposing, and completely sitff. He waved it about the kitchen, and had a kettle of coffee boiling in no time.
Ezekial beamed up at his father proudly. "We have shopping to do," He said sliding the list over the table.
"I should imagine we do," His father murmured, picking the list up and reading through it. When he reached the protective gloves he let out a snort, "Now he's a story for you, my lad," He said loudly. "Franklin Gall thought he didn't need his gloves one day in potions. Making polyjuice potion we were, as I remember it. He got the mixture wrong, as he often did, no Ravenclaw was he. Anyway his hand slipped into the potion, ate very one of his fingers it did, no lie!" Wincing at the memory, his father continued. "Spent all night having them grown back with the nurse. Painful business that, I know I've performed three myself. Can hear the cries of agony three halls over."
Ezekial's dad was a doctor at SMH. (Spell Misshaps Hospital) It specialised in Wizards and Witches who made mistakes during spell working.
"I remember young Franklin," Ezekial's mother put in darkly. "Mean young man as I remember it, very rude. Once made Gretchen Hill of Hufflepuff's nose the size of a watermelon. Poor girl."
"It's true!" Cameron cried. "Slytherin he was from. Awful house. Full of ambitious, ruthless eviltons! Mark my words Ezekial you get put in Slytherin.. well.. well I don't know what I'd do I'd be so mad."
Ezekial nodded. Of all the four Hogwarts Houses Slytherin was the most disliked. From it had spawned Voldemort himself, and all his deatheaters. The other three, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were more distinguished. Gryffindor housed courageous and brave students, former students included Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and Quidditch player Oliver Wood. Hufflepuff was considered the weakest of the houses, but the members were hard workers, friendly and honest. Ravenclaw was Ezekial's family house, and in it resided the smartest, academically gifted students. Ezekial prayed that he was sorted into it.
"Morning family." Came a cold, harsh voice from the doorway. "Isn't this picturesque." The owner of the voice was Melinda, Ezekial's twin sister, though they weren't identical in any way. Melinda was cruel, cold and vicious. Ezekial beleived she was adopted.
"Morning dear." Mum and dad said in unison, unfortunately for Eazy she was their favorite.
"Your letter arrived." Ezekial said, smiling happily. He flicked it over to her as she sat down.
"Sounds good." She said sarcastically. She tore the envelope open, read tha pages and looked up. "We can't go shopping for this stuff today." She said immediately.
"We have two weeks to get the stuff." Ezekial put in quickly.
"We shall goto Diagon Alley and stay over the weekend at the Leaky Cauldron." Their father decided on the spot. "Should be nice to spend a few days together as a family before you both dissapear for school."
"No can do father dear." Melinda said nonchalantly as their mother served up the pancakes, steaks and eggs they were having for breakfast. "I promised Raven I would go to her house to practice love spells."
"Well cancel it, we're going to the Leaky Cauldron and that's final, I want to spend the last few days with my children before they take this step ahead in their lives." Cameron replied sternly. Melinda dropped her head and muttered darkly.
But for Ezekial all this was of little importance, her ate his breakfast quickly before rereading both the peices of parchemnt, yelling a goodbye to his family and running outside to play with his friends and deliver the good news.