Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling wrote Harry Potter, not me, though it would be nice if I had, since I'd be rich, but either way, I own nothing already written or claimed by other people, and if they don't claim it, well finders keepers.
Summary: This story is supposed to be set a few years after the HP story. It won't contain very many of the official characters, except for the professors, of course. The rest will be made up by me. This is rated R because I'm too lazy to make sure it stays pg or pg-13.
So on with the story I go, I go. A go-go. Just so you're aware, most of this chapter is pure dialogue
The Tale of a Young Wizard
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"W-Wizarding Academy?" Steven asked in shock and awe.
"That is right, Steven, I am the headmaster of the school of Hogwarts, where we educate young witches and wizards, you are one of many people in this world born with magical abilities, you have no-doubt noticed odd events in your life that perhaps you could not explain, these events were the result of your magical abilities." Dumbledore explained to him.
"It says here that I have to get all these things, how am I supposed to find all this stuff? Heck! How am I 'sposed to pay for it?!?" Steven exclaimed.
"Don't worry about that, since it appears you'll be living with me, I will provide you with enough money to take care of your supplies and have some extra left over. I will send for one of my trusted friends from Hogwarts to take you to Diagon Alley to purchase your supplies." Dumbledore informed him, with a twinkle in his eye.
Steven still had a confused look on his face, having trouble swallowing all of this so suddenly. It was only yesterday he was trying to escape his problem's at home, had his wishes come true? Was he finally going to get away from that horrible house of his? He had put his hopes up before for things like this, and he had been let down then as well.
How can all this be true? My dad always told me there was no such thing as magic...but then again...he WAS drunk when he said that, but..still how could this be t- His thoughts were broken off when Dumbledore returned to the room carrying a plate of cookies and milk, he was so deep in thought he hadn't even noticed the old man had left, but he was glad to see what he had returned with.
"Please, help yourself, these are different cookies then you're used too, they're Terrific Transfiguring Tarts they will transform your head into a different animals for a few seconds, quite fun really, but I never can remember which flavor does what..." Dumbledore said, as he picked up a purple cookie and bit into it, only to have Steven laugh hysterically at him as his head turned into a Skunk's for a few seconds.
"Ah..those ones always give me such foul breath, if you'll excuse me I think I should go rinse my mouth out.." he grinned sheepishly and walked out of the room, discarding the purple cookie in the nearby trash can as he exited.
While he was gone Steven helped himself to the tray of cookies, changing his head into various animals ranging from an alligator to a zebra. He was quite fond of a bluish-purple cookie which would change his head into that of a penguins, and found that the more he ate of one color, the longer the change would take place, so he began to eat many of these bluish-purple cookies, and soon he regretted the fact that Dumbledore didn't warn him about what would happen when you ate too many of the same thing too quickly.
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Dumbledore walked back into the room to be greated by a small penguin with Steven's clothes on top of it. The old wizard smirked with amusement as he realized what had happened, noticing that the plate had very few of one color, but many of the rest. He flicked his want carelessly at Steven, immediatly undoing the transfiguration that the cookies had caused.
"Wow! That was amazing! That was totally cool!" The young boy declared, bouncing up and down on the bed he had been laying on. Dumbledore could not help but laugh affectionatly at little Steven, he reminded him somewhat of himself when he was his age, all those centuries ago...
"So then, do you have any questions about Hogwarts?" Dumbledore asked, hoping to strike up a conversation.
"You bet! Is it fun? Is it safe? What are the people like? Where is i-" he was cut off by Dumbledore.
"Whoa whoa settle down there one question at a time little man" Dumbledore couldn't help but laugh at the little wannabe-wizard's energy and enthusiasm, glad to see he had brought joy to what had been a very sorrowful boy.
"Well...ok..um...well do I have to do math there? I'm really kinda tired of it..I know my multiplication tables pretty good but I don't like it." He, like any other boy his age, asked, desperatly crossing his fingers.
"We do have mathematic classes, but they are not required of you to take," Dumbledore informed him, "What else would you like to know?"
"What about sports!?" He asked gleefully
"There is only one sport in the wizarding world, and that is the sport of Quidditch, but you are too young to join the Quidditch team, second years and up may try out, first years, unless exceptionally talented, cannot try out for the Quidditch team."
"Well...what is it? What's...'Kweeditch'?" The boy enquired, struggling with the pronunciation of the word.
"You'll learn that soon enough I'm sure, I believe we have company now." Before Steven could ask what Dumbledore meant, someone knocked on the door.
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Notes: Eh, just buildin up to his first day at Hogwarts, should be chapter 4...maybe...please review, and just in case someone complains, a tart is a small pie, its not a cookie, but I wanted something to go with the 'T' and I couldn't think of anything else, next chapter to come in a day or two or three or four or five or...well..yeah...
Summary: This story is supposed to be set a few years after the HP story. It won't contain very many of the official characters, except for the professors, of course. The rest will be made up by me. This is rated R because I'm too lazy to make sure it stays pg or pg-13.
So on with the story I go, I go. A go-go. Just so you're aware, most of this chapter is pure dialogue
The Tale of a Young Wizard
--------
"W-Wizarding Academy?" Steven asked in shock and awe.
"That is right, Steven, I am the headmaster of the school of Hogwarts, where we educate young witches and wizards, you are one of many people in this world born with magical abilities, you have no-doubt noticed odd events in your life that perhaps you could not explain, these events were the result of your magical abilities." Dumbledore explained to him.
"It says here that I have to get all these things, how am I supposed to find all this stuff? Heck! How am I 'sposed to pay for it?!?" Steven exclaimed.
"Don't worry about that, since it appears you'll be living with me, I will provide you with enough money to take care of your supplies and have some extra left over. I will send for one of my trusted friends from Hogwarts to take you to Diagon Alley to purchase your supplies." Dumbledore informed him, with a twinkle in his eye.
Steven still had a confused look on his face, having trouble swallowing all of this so suddenly. It was only yesterday he was trying to escape his problem's at home, had his wishes come true? Was he finally going to get away from that horrible house of his? He had put his hopes up before for things like this, and he had been let down then as well.
How can all this be true? My dad always told me there was no such thing as magic...but then again...he WAS drunk when he said that, but..still how could this be t- His thoughts were broken off when Dumbledore returned to the room carrying a plate of cookies and milk, he was so deep in thought he hadn't even noticed the old man had left, but he was glad to see what he had returned with.
"Please, help yourself, these are different cookies then you're used too, they're Terrific Transfiguring Tarts they will transform your head into a different animals for a few seconds, quite fun really, but I never can remember which flavor does what..." Dumbledore said, as he picked up a purple cookie and bit into it, only to have Steven laugh hysterically at him as his head turned into a Skunk's for a few seconds.
"Ah..those ones always give me such foul breath, if you'll excuse me I think I should go rinse my mouth out.." he grinned sheepishly and walked out of the room, discarding the purple cookie in the nearby trash can as he exited.
While he was gone Steven helped himself to the tray of cookies, changing his head into various animals ranging from an alligator to a zebra. He was quite fond of a bluish-purple cookie which would change his head into that of a penguins, and found that the more he ate of one color, the longer the change would take place, so he began to eat many of these bluish-purple cookies, and soon he regretted the fact that Dumbledore didn't warn him about what would happen when you ate too many of the same thing too quickly.
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Dumbledore walked back into the room to be greated by a small penguin with Steven's clothes on top of it. The old wizard smirked with amusement as he realized what had happened, noticing that the plate had very few of one color, but many of the rest. He flicked his want carelessly at Steven, immediatly undoing the transfiguration that the cookies had caused.
"Wow! That was amazing! That was totally cool!" The young boy declared, bouncing up and down on the bed he had been laying on. Dumbledore could not help but laugh affectionatly at little Steven, he reminded him somewhat of himself when he was his age, all those centuries ago...
"So then, do you have any questions about Hogwarts?" Dumbledore asked, hoping to strike up a conversation.
"You bet! Is it fun? Is it safe? What are the people like? Where is i-" he was cut off by Dumbledore.
"Whoa whoa settle down there one question at a time little man" Dumbledore couldn't help but laugh at the little wannabe-wizard's energy and enthusiasm, glad to see he had brought joy to what had been a very sorrowful boy.
"Well...ok..um...well do I have to do math there? I'm really kinda tired of it..I know my multiplication tables pretty good but I don't like it." He, like any other boy his age, asked, desperatly crossing his fingers.
"We do have mathematic classes, but they are not required of you to take," Dumbledore informed him, "What else would you like to know?"
"What about sports!?" He asked gleefully
"There is only one sport in the wizarding world, and that is the sport of Quidditch, but you are too young to join the Quidditch team, second years and up may try out, first years, unless exceptionally talented, cannot try out for the Quidditch team."
"Well...what is it? What's...'Kweeditch'?" The boy enquired, struggling with the pronunciation of the word.
"You'll learn that soon enough I'm sure, I believe we have company now." Before Steven could ask what Dumbledore meant, someone knocked on the door.
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Notes: Eh, just buildin up to his first day at Hogwarts, should be chapter 4...maybe...please review, and just in case someone complains, a tart is a small pie, its not a cookie, but I wanted something to go with the 'T' and I couldn't think of anything else, next chapter to come in a day or two or three or four or five or...well..yeah...