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do I own the M7 characters.
A/N: This story takes place the year after the infant Harry Potter defeated Voldemort's killing curse.
A/N 2: I am still working on my other stories but, I couldn't get the idea of the Magnificent Seven characters as Hogwarts students out of my head. I hope everyone likes it.
The Hogwarts Seven By: Robin R. Smith
For thousands of years the castle has stood, proud and majestic, over the surrounding lands. It was the legacy of four of the most powerful wizards that had ever lived. They created it to be both a home and a school for young wizards and witches. They loved the castle dearly and named it Hogwarts. Unfortunately, knowledge of the true nature of the castle had been lost to time. People had long since forgotten that the castle itself was a magical creature. To say that the castle was lonely would have been a vast understatement. Though it was constantly filled with both teachers and students, it was alone. No one had paid any attention to the castle in hundreds of years. So, there the castle stood, a silent watcher through the ages, dreaming of the day when it would once again be cared for.
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Deep in the bowels of Hogwarts' dungeons, a fifteen year old boy with auburn hair and emerald green eyes sat in silence. Ezra had not moved in hours, a deep depression was bearing down on him. Here he was, alone in a strange school that in a few days would be filled with strangers, many of which he was sure would hate him instantly. The Slytherins would hate him because he was not a follower of the former Dark Lord. The Ravenclaws would hate him because he was smarter than they were, after all, he was only fifteen years old and was already in his sixth year. The Hufflepuff students would hate him because they would believe that he was a traitor, both to the light and to the dark. And last but not least, the Gryffindors would hate him because his mother had been Voldemort's mistress.
Ezra was not like other boys his age. There was something inside of him that screamed in hurt and denial. He did not understand it. He only knew that there was a vital part of him that was missing. He was different in other ways to. He could cast complex illusions that were unbreakable and that no one could see through, no matter what spell was cast against it. Also, he had always been able to pick up on the feelings of others if they were strong enough. He had learned that it was because he had an innate ability for heart magic. Heart magic was the ability to influence or even control the deepest emotions of both the himself and others.
As the time passed, Ezra was pulled out of his brooding when he began to feel another presence. Someone close to him was in a great deal of pain. A pain that was almost all consuming and that had been around for a very long time. Ezra concentrated on the feeling and tracked it back to the source. He was startled to realize that it was coming from the castle itself. For the first time, he realized that the castle was more than just a magical building, it was alive. The loneliness rolled through the castle in waves that threatened to drown Ezra. He had thought that he knew what loneliness was, after all, he had no one and never had. The castle though had been alone for hundreds of years. He wondered if it was even still sane. Laying his hands against the stones that made up the castle, Ezra linked his magic with Hogwarts in an attempt to sooth it.
Feeling the attention of a human for the first time in ages, Hogwarts latched onto Ezra's mind and created a permanent link between them. The joy that Hogwarts radiated at no longer being alone knocked Ezra to the floor.
Slowly climbing to his feet, Ezra was astonished to find that he could now hear and feel Hogwarts in his mind. He didn't even need to concentrate. Images flashed through his mind as Hogwarts showed him his history. Emotions raced through him as he realized that he to was no longer alone.
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For hours, Ezra roamed the castle learning how to use this new and thrilling link. He quickly learned that he could not communicate with words, he had to build up pictures and emotions in his mind that would represent what he wanted to say and then send it to the castle. Using this link, Hogwarts could show Ezra what was happening in any part of the castle or grounds.
Ezra was brought out of his musings by the sound of nearby voices. Looking around, he realized that he was near the potions classroom. He quickly recognized the voices as Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Snape. Fearing that they were speaking about him, He crept to the classroom door and listened in.
"How is Ezra doing, Severus?"
"Not very good, Albus. He's very depressed. He knows that he will never see his mother again since she is going to get the Dementer's kiss in less than a week. Also, he's smart, Albus, maybe too smart. He knows how hard it is going to be for him here. He's not going to fit in anywhere and he'll be lucky if he doesn't end up with someone trying to kill him."
"This is a school, Severus, not some criminal organization. He'll be safe on Hogwarts' grounds."
"Just like I was?" The anger in Snape's voice was so sharp that Ezra flinched involuntarily.
"This is different, Severus," Dumbledore' voice was filled with a deep regret.
"No, it's not! The students at this school have gone through a war because of the man that Ezra's mother was in a relationship with! They are not going to care that he never had anything to do with You-Know-Who! It's going to be guilt by association!"
A world weary sigh escaped Dumbledore as he replied, "What would you have me do, Severus?"
"Put him in my care. Also, don't place him in the dorms. Give him one of the rooms next to mine so that he will have a safe place to go."
Hearing these words, Ezra stumbled away in shock. For the first time in his life, someone had stood up for him. He didn't understand it. Why would this man, who he had just met yesterday, care what happened to him. A feeling of hope began to fill him. Maybe, this year would not be so bad. Maybe, for once, there would be someone that he could depend on. As he slowly walked back to his room, he began to look forward to tomorrow, to the beginning of his first school year at Hogwarts School for Wizards and Witches.
TBC
A/N: This story takes place the year after the infant Harry Potter defeated Voldemort's killing curse.
A/N 2: I am still working on my other stories but, I couldn't get the idea of the Magnificent Seven characters as Hogwarts students out of my head. I hope everyone likes it.
The Hogwarts Seven By: Robin R. Smith
For thousands of years the castle has stood, proud and majestic, over the surrounding lands. It was the legacy of four of the most powerful wizards that had ever lived. They created it to be both a home and a school for young wizards and witches. They loved the castle dearly and named it Hogwarts. Unfortunately, knowledge of the true nature of the castle had been lost to time. People had long since forgotten that the castle itself was a magical creature. To say that the castle was lonely would have been a vast understatement. Though it was constantly filled with both teachers and students, it was alone. No one had paid any attention to the castle in hundreds of years. So, there the castle stood, a silent watcher through the ages, dreaming of the day when it would once again be cared for.
********
Deep in the bowels of Hogwarts' dungeons, a fifteen year old boy with auburn hair and emerald green eyes sat in silence. Ezra had not moved in hours, a deep depression was bearing down on him. Here he was, alone in a strange school that in a few days would be filled with strangers, many of which he was sure would hate him instantly. The Slytherins would hate him because he was not a follower of the former Dark Lord. The Ravenclaws would hate him because he was smarter than they were, after all, he was only fifteen years old and was already in his sixth year. The Hufflepuff students would hate him because they would believe that he was a traitor, both to the light and to the dark. And last but not least, the Gryffindors would hate him because his mother had been Voldemort's mistress.
Ezra was not like other boys his age. There was something inside of him that screamed in hurt and denial. He did not understand it. He only knew that there was a vital part of him that was missing. He was different in other ways to. He could cast complex illusions that were unbreakable and that no one could see through, no matter what spell was cast against it. Also, he had always been able to pick up on the feelings of others if they were strong enough. He had learned that it was because he had an innate ability for heart magic. Heart magic was the ability to influence or even control the deepest emotions of both the himself and others.
As the time passed, Ezra was pulled out of his brooding when he began to feel another presence. Someone close to him was in a great deal of pain. A pain that was almost all consuming and that had been around for a very long time. Ezra concentrated on the feeling and tracked it back to the source. He was startled to realize that it was coming from the castle itself. For the first time, he realized that the castle was more than just a magical building, it was alive. The loneliness rolled through the castle in waves that threatened to drown Ezra. He had thought that he knew what loneliness was, after all, he had no one and never had. The castle though had been alone for hundreds of years. He wondered if it was even still sane. Laying his hands against the stones that made up the castle, Ezra linked his magic with Hogwarts in an attempt to sooth it.
Feeling the attention of a human for the first time in ages, Hogwarts latched onto Ezra's mind and created a permanent link between them. The joy that Hogwarts radiated at no longer being alone knocked Ezra to the floor.
Slowly climbing to his feet, Ezra was astonished to find that he could now hear and feel Hogwarts in his mind. He didn't even need to concentrate. Images flashed through his mind as Hogwarts showed him his history. Emotions raced through him as he realized that he to was no longer alone.
********
For hours, Ezra roamed the castle learning how to use this new and thrilling link. He quickly learned that he could not communicate with words, he had to build up pictures and emotions in his mind that would represent what he wanted to say and then send it to the castle. Using this link, Hogwarts could show Ezra what was happening in any part of the castle or grounds.
Ezra was brought out of his musings by the sound of nearby voices. Looking around, he realized that he was near the potions classroom. He quickly recognized the voices as Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Snape. Fearing that they were speaking about him, He crept to the classroom door and listened in.
"How is Ezra doing, Severus?"
"Not very good, Albus. He's very depressed. He knows that he will never see his mother again since she is going to get the Dementer's kiss in less than a week. Also, he's smart, Albus, maybe too smart. He knows how hard it is going to be for him here. He's not going to fit in anywhere and he'll be lucky if he doesn't end up with someone trying to kill him."
"This is a school, Severus, not some criminal organization. He'll be safe on Hogwarts' grounds."
"Just like I was?" The anger in Snape's voice was so sharp that Ezra flinched involuntarily.
"This is different, Severus," Dumbledore' voice was filled with a deep regret.
"No, it's not! The students at this school have gone through a war because of the man that Ezra's mother was in a relationship with! They are not going to care that he never had anything to do with You-Know-Who! It's going to be guilt by association!"
A world weary sigh escaped Dumbledore as he replied, "What would you have me do, Severus?"
"Put him in my care. Also, don't place him in the dorms. Give him one of the rooms next to mine so that he will have a safe place to go."
Hearing these words, Ezra stumbled away in shock. For the first time in his life, someone had stood up for him. He didn't understand it. Why would this man, who he had just met yesterday, care what happened to him. A feeling of hope began to fill him. Maybe, this year would not be so bad. Maybe, for once, there would be someone that he could depend on. As he slowly walked back to his room, he began to look forward to tomorrow, to the beginning of his first school year at Hogwarts School for Wizards and Witches.
TBC
