WOOD'S STORY
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, even though I wish I did. If I did, I wouldn't be sitting here writing fan fiction. I'd be on an island with Orlando Bloom and Brian Krause and a few crates of rum.
PROLOGUE
In a little house in Glasgow, Scotland, a baby was born. This was no ordinary baby. He was a wizard, born to magic parents. One day, the town mystic came to his parents' house to see him, for it was tradition in this village to come to each house where a baby was born to see it's future.
"Good Morning, Magalin."
"Mrs. Wood, I'm here to see the baby."
"Oh, yes, he's in his room with his father. I'll go and get them."
The baby's mother, Mary, went into another room and returned with the child's father, James, and a small bundle in her arms, her only son. "Here he is Magalin, our little boy." The witch looked at the baby, an adorable little bundle of joy. After admiring him for a few moments, she turned to the child's parents and said, "It's time, Mary and James, time for me to see this wonderful child's future." Mary Wood handed her child to the witch and waited. Magalin took hold of the small boy's hand and closed her eyes. Various images of people on broomsticks, trophies, and a letter flashed through her head. When the images stopped, Magalin handed the baby back to his father and smiled.
"Well, Magalin, what did you see?" "Your son will have quite the future, James." Magalin took the baby's hand and said, "You have a future brighter than the stars and larger than the heavens, little Oliver." She then turned to his parents and said, "This one will become the best Quidditch player the magical world has ever seen. There's something else, too." Oliver's mother grew worried and said, "Magalin, is it bad?" The old witch smiled again. "No, Mary, it's wonderful. I see a girl, a girl who will stand by him throughout his time, and the best magic school in the whole of the UK." Mary's mouth fell wide open. "You can't mean..." "Yes, Mary, I mean it. Your little Oliver will go to Hogwarts!"
A/N: i know, i know, it's a little short, but i promise you, the other chapters will make up for it.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, even though I wish I did. If I did, I wouldn't be sitting here writing fan fiction. I'd be on an island with Orlando Bloom and Brian Krause and a few crates of rum.
PROLOGUE
In a little house in Glasgow, Scotland, a baby was born. This was no ordinary baby. He was a wizard, born to magic parents. One day, the town mystic came to his parents' house to see him, for it was tradition in this village to come to each house where a baby was born to see it's future.
"Good Morning, Magalin."
"Mrs. Wood, I'm here to see the baby."
"Oh, yes, he's in his room with his father. I'll go and get them."
The baby's mother, Mary, went into another room and returned with the child's father, James, and a small bundle in her arms, her only son. "Here he is Magalin, our little boy." The witch looked at the baby, an adorable little bundle of joy. After admiring him for a few moments, she turned to the child's parents and said, "It's time, Mary and James, time for me to see this wonderful child's future." Mary Wood handed her child to the witch and waited. Magalin took hold of the small boy's hand and closed her eyes. Various images of people on broomsticks, trophies, and a letter flashed through her head. When the images stopped, Magalin handed the baby back to his father and smiled.
"Well, Magalin, what did you see?" "Your son will have quite the future, James." Magalin took the baby's hand and said, "You have a future brighter than the stars and larger than the heavens, little Oliver." She then turned to his parents and said, "This one will become the best Quidditch player the magical world has ever seen. There's something else, too." Oliver's mother grew worried and said, "Magalin, is it bad?" The old witch smiled again. "No, Mary, it's wonderful. I see a girl, a girl who will stand by him throughout his time, and the best magic school in the whole of the UK." Mary's mouth fell wide open. "You can't mean..." "Yes, Mary, I mean it. Your little Oliver will go to Hogwarts!"
A/N: i know, i know, it's a little short, but i promise you, the other chapters will make up for it.