A/N: As always Nothing belongs to me except the plot.Everything belong to Rowlings and WB. And here's a little glimpse of what I have been thinking lately. I wanted to do something different after I read some stories about WBWL. And this is not a WBWL Or a bashing fic Or angsty one. This will tread on some grey area and mostly focus on characters so they may seem more than just robots talking. I want to add some magical elements to the story. Some colourful contrast to it like in Arcane. I really liked the world building in it and the runic magic when the wizard with staff appears in the beginning.
Voice of Reason
Prologue
In the South of Wales, there was a town named Caerphilly. It was quite a busy town where people tended to their own business. Wives worked throughout the day, looking after the young ones and when it was the time of twilight, they looked out of the windows for any sight of their husbands in the streets after long day of work. Men worked in the factories and companies wherever they were asked for and came home weary and exhausted but just after entering door they were treated with hugs and embraces. Children asking them about their work and... any treat they have brought with them. Yes. You got to pay up for the sweet-sweet hugs from them. It was worth it. Cheeky little brats, them. After sometime, their wives would put delicious food for everyone and everything would be merry. It was quite normal. As normal as it could be.
Sure, work on Newport was labrous but nothing out of normal. Normal. Yes. Ordinary? Was it? Everything? For the naked eye? For Everyone?...Well...for the records, not for everyone. No sir. You see, it was quite wonderful that for the person who lived there since his/her birth, everything was normal. Same? Not quite. Similar. Yes. Because growth and development occurs even in the darkest and coldest places. Retrogressive or Progressive? Well, it varies from person to person and their perspective. So, yes it was normal for them. For those who were normal or we can say ordinary.
Because among them lived the anomaly of nature. Witches and Wizards. Yes. Things were not as normal as one may think. Living among the ordinary lived the Wizards. Hiding in the plane sight. They could be your friend who worked for a company or department that you didn't know or so they say.They could be your very silent neighours. Yes. Silent. Introverted. Minding their own business. Only talking when needed to or the usual greetings.
In the middle of the town lived a woman with a child. They didn't come out of their abode as often as the other did. People didn't know what she did or what profession she was in but everybody knew they were well off. Nobody ever saw the man of the house or if there ever was one. It would be scandalous if she was a single mother with no man's name to her child. But word was that she was called Mrs. Porter and so was her son's name. Even if that was not true she was a strong woman from the looks of her. And you wouldn't do well if such accusations were held against her. Her aura gave out the air of high society but from the little talks with the people she had , it was made clear that she was far from rude. She talked with dignity and respect to the person on the other end and got respect in return one way or other. She was firm in her ideals which one could get during the conversation and didn't rely on anybody. All in all she was a strong and respectful woman who lived independently with her son.
The boy scarcely came out. That was quite a bummer for the residents of the village and their children because the first time they saw the child it was clear that he was as beautiful as the woman herself. Instead the eyes. His eyes we're as green as it gets. Like Emerald Gems. Both had dark black hair and fair skin with aristocratic features.While the boy had some fat on his face which hid the chiseled features, the woman was the epitome of word Lady.All of that caused the women of the village to want to know more about the duo.They wanted to hold the boy, wanted him to play with their children especially those who thought themselves posh in their lifestyle. But they feared they would cross an imaginary line of conduct if the pushed for it. So they let that matter be.
Now, it had been quite sometime since they had come here. If one would guess it had been for 13 years since they came here and lived in the house near the fields but close to other houses of the villages which didn't single them out. The house was beautiful and had about three floors. Their garden and lawn covered the area around with livestock on the hind side of house.
They had seen glimpses of the boy and another woman who looked similar to the boy's mother but had blonde hair. They thought she was her sister. They wouldn't be more close. He sometimes got around with her during festivals or during holidays which was as rare as the festivals. Strange thing was she did't give anyone the time of her day during her visits. She looked down on anyone who dared to look at her. Quite opposite to the character of boy's mother. But she was kind to the boy because she had only eyes for him. They were a strange bunch but concerned with their own devices which was acceptable.
No voice could be heard from their house. Not even a single call could be heard of boy's name from his mother. That was normal, right? Growing boys? Creating mischief? Scoldings? Raised Voices? No? But nothing. Nothing could heard or seen inside the house from the glass of windows. They had a fence wall which reached up to the neck of a grown man. And a large gate. So, they were an example of something related to out of normal but not much. People accepted it because everyone has their privacy and respecting it is least a neighbour could do, right? Yes.
So if they couldn't see the boy from a window with a stick in his hand which was illuminating the whole room of the second floor from the street or from the roofs of their house between certain intervals then it was normal, right? Because what was not meant to be seen by them was not seen by them at all. And what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them, would it?
