A/N sorry if nothings happened yet, I'm still setting the scene. I'm not
very confident at this. Disclaimer: unfortunately I never have nor ever
will own any of the characters in this fanfiction. They are all the
property of a very special lady whom I hope writes her sixth book very very
quickly. Go J.K!
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Diagon Alley
It was the day that Matthew Henderson, mainly known as Max, had been waiting months for. Since he received his Hogwarts letter on his birthday in May he had been impatiently waiting for his first encounter with the magical world. He had grown up with what magical people call muggles, though he never knew his parents.
He loved his foster parents though, they were always aware not to smother him too much and seemed to respect right from the start that he deserved to know about his true identity. Besides it would have been silly them pretending he was theirs, his dark eyes and dark hair made it obvious he didn't fit in, it was almost as if he was the son of a gypsy. They had however, given him no information about his true parents. He always wondered if, like they told him, they knew nothing or if they were hiding something. They had always been frank with him so he decided on the former. Besides they had told him one thing, his mother had passed on the message insisting that his name was Remus. Thinking this an inappropriate name the couple had called him Matthew but kept his middle name as Remus. It was the only link to his biological mother.
He lived in Manchester and it was because of this that he'd had to wait until August 31st to buy his school supplies from Diagon Alley. His foster mother, Sarah, no matter how supportive she had been throughout the whole 'wizard' thing, could not be expected to fund two separate trips to London and the young wizards school supplies. It had therefore been decided that only one trip would be made, in which he would pick up his school supplies, stay the night in London and board the train to school the following day. It was with wide eyes that he and Sarah entered the dark pub to get into the Wizarding Street and watched Tom the bartender tap the bricks to form the entrance. Max couldn't help grinning thinking he'd have to remember that one.
The sight before him made him gasp as he saw many people running around in a hurry. It was after all the last day of the holidays. He smiled as he saw the robes that both men and women wore and it reminded him of the list he had in his pocket, he would have to wear those clothes, the thought made him let out a chuckle.
They followed the bartender's directions past all the shops until they came to a large building where, it had been said they could exchange what little pounds they had for wizard gold. After this had been done they were ready to hit the shops.
They had to bypass many of the shops due to lack of cash, past 'Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes' and 'Quality Quidditch Supplies'. Even without knowing about the magical world Max could tell that the first was a joke shop and was sorely tempted to enter, after all he still had some money from his birthday. The second shop looked equally as tempting. Without knowing about Quidditch Max could tell this was a sports shop and the only thing he loved beyond practical jokes was sport. He looked into the window of each and saw at both counters, a ginger haired wizard waving happily back to him. For some reason this made Max upset. These two wizards were clearly brothers, though they did not look identical, he saw the resemblance, particularly with the hair colour and found himself wishing to have siblings.
He was brought out of his thoughts by Sarah who was steering him into the shop on his left that appeared to sell robes.
As he entered he was whisked off by a woman toward the back and asked if it was Hogwarts robes he was after. After replying yes she began measuring and cutting robes for him as Max watched in amazement. From behind him Max heard a voice,
'Muggleborn, eh?'
Max looked up to see a boy with brown eyes and blond hair, which he had attempted to smooth back. However the back of this young mans hair simply refused to stick down. Max couldn't help laughing as he thought of the strain it took to get his own black hair to stick down at the back.
The boy took his laughing for a yes and continued,
'The names Malfoy, Lucious Malfoy Junior!'
Max couldn't help but notice that although the boy tried to say his name with pride there was a hint of sadness in his voice.
Turning around Max could see why the boy looked sad. Standing behind him was, who Max presumed to be his father, and Max thought he'd never seen anyone so unpleasant looking in all his eleven years.
The man was tall with long blonde hair, like his father and his father before him. Yet Draco Malfoy had not only grown like his father in appearance but since his school days he had continued to serve the dark side, by using the power the family had gained, by funding the ministry for these many years. Somehow, the Malfoys still dwelt in Malfoy Manor and had escaped the horrors of Askaban.
Quickly Max left as soon as he was ready and found almost everything he needed in Diagon Alley. The only thing left on his list was a wand, as he had decided against having a familiar at present. Noticing that Ollivanders was shut for lunch, Max decided to have a look in the Quidditch supplies shop. He was very curious to learn more about this Quidditch thing.
On entering the shop the red headed man grinned.
'First year at Hogwarts eh? My daughters starting too' he exclaimed pointing at the bags of books and other things Sarah was carrying. Max nodded.
'I remember mine like it was just yesterday, treasure the time son, it goes by far too fast, course those were different times,' he began to stare off as if thinking about something. Suddenly he came back to reality. 'Oh yes then, what can I do for you, first years are allowed brooms these days'
'Oh I don't think I'm ready for that yet, I've never even heard of quidditch before, sorry.' Max mumbled. He was half afraid the young man would laugh.
'Not to worry about that though,' the shopkeeper replied with a smile, 'my best friend at school had never heard of quidditch before he was eleven and look at him now, he owns the record for the most quidditch games won by a player and led England to win the world cup twice in a row, course that was all before, you know.' The man looked sad.
Max was intrigued, 'Before what?' he asked, not sure if the man would get angry at him for being nosey.
'Sorry, forgetting how much you don't know,' he replied, 'before the dark times returned again.'
This comment was clearly said in a way that wanted to end this particular discussion.
'Here, I'll tell you what, what about this here book,' he held up a copy of a book named 'Quidditch through the ages',
'That'll tell you all you need to know.'
Max thanked the wizard, paid for the book, spending the last of his birthday cash and turned to leave.
As he was walking out the redhead shouted, 'watch out for the transfiguration teacher, she's a real terror!' Then he laughed.
'Why did she give you plenty of detentions when you were my age?' Max grinned back.
'No, although she would of loved to! She's my wife! In fact, watch out for all the Weasleys!' with that comment he grinned and Max couldn't help noticing the huge number of freckles he had sprawled across his cheeks. He left the shop deep in thought.
Finally after an ice cream he approached the wand shop alone. Sarah had decided to return home leaving her foster son to spend the night in The Leaky Cauldron, where he would be escorted to the station the next day.
As he entered the shop a funny feeling spread over him. Of all the places he had been today, this place was the most magical. Although it was not run by goblins, contained flying broomsticks or cauldrons and pointed hats, he could feel the magic trying to get out of each and every wooden box on the many shelves of the shop. A man appeared out the back and greeted him friendly,
'I wondered when I'd be seeing you here Mr Henderson',
Max gasped, how did he know his name? Ollivander went on to explain about the uniqueness of each wand, how a wand chooses a wizard and that a wizard can only do magic to his full potential with his true wand. He then began to ask Max to begin trying the wands one by one yet each one was useless. Ollivander began getting impatient as the pile of discarded wands grew.
'Never had a customer as fussy as this before.' He admitted.
Max concentrated on the power he could feel in the room and realised it was all coming from a remote corner in the back of the shop. He left the wand maker and, upon reaching the corner, picked up a single box he felt the magic centred on.
When he turned to look at Ollivander the expression on his face made Max afraid.
'Go on, try it. 12" maple lion hair' the man urged him.
On removing the wand from the box, the young boy waved it slightly and red and gold sparks began erupting from the end.
'Curious, very curious' the shopkeeper stared hard at Max 'not who we seem are we?' he stared into Max's dark brown eyes and smiled.
Max did not have time to find out what was so curious because at that moment another customer arrived in the shop, a girl around the same height as Max. She had straight brown hair that lay on her shoulders. Her sky blue eyes showed little emotion as she smiled at him.
'Ah, Miss Wood, I wondered when I'd be seeing you here; it seems only yesterday your father was in buying his first wand.' Ollivanders attention was drawn to the new customer who had entered the shop with her father.
Max slipped out the shop and went back the pub where he was greeted by the barman with enthusiasm and shown to his room. He began sorting out all his things into his trunk. After all, tomorrow he was beginning school.
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Diagon Alley
It was the day that Matthew Henderson, mainly known as Max, had been waiting months for. Since he received his Hogwarts letter on his birthday in May he had been impatiently waiting for his first encounter with the magical world. He had grown up with what magical people call muggles, though he never knew his parents.
He loved his foster parents though, they were always aware not to smother him too much and seemed to respect right from the start that he deserved to know about his true identity. Besides it would have been silly them pretending he was theirs, his dark eyes and dark hair made it obvious he didn't fit in, it was almost as if he was the son of a gypsy. They had however, given him no information about his true parents. He always wondered if, like they told him, they knew nothing or if they were hiding something. They had always been frank with him so he decided on the former. Besides they had told him one thing, his mother had passed on the message insisting that his name was Remus. Thinking this an inappropriate name the couple had called him Matthew but kept his middle name as Remus. It was the only link to his biological mother.
He lived in Manchester and it was because of this that he'd had to wait until August 31st to buy his school supplies from Diagon Alley. His foster mother, Sarah, no matter how supportive she had been throughout the whole 'wizard' thing, could not be expected to fund two separate trips to London and the young wizards school supplies. It had therefore been decided that only one trip would be made, in which he would pick up his school supplies, stay the night in London and board the train to school the following day. It was with wide eyes that he and Sarah entered the dark pub to get into the Wizarding Street and watched Tom the bartender tap the bricks to form the entrance. Max couldn't help grinning thinking he'd have to remember that one.
The sight before him made him gasp as he saw many people running around in a hurry. It was after all the last day of the holidays. He smiled as he saw the robes that both men and women wore and it reminded him of the list he had in his pocket, he would have to wear those clothes, the thought made him let out a chuckle.
They followed the bartender's directions past all the shops until they came to a large building where, it had been said they could exchange what little pounds they had for wizard gold. After this had been done they were ready to hit the shops.
They had to bypass many of the shops due to lack of cash, past 'Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes' and 'Quality Quidditch Supplies'. Even without knowing about the magical world Max could tell that the first was a joke shop and was sorely tempted to enter, after all he still had some money from his birthday. The second shop looked equally as tempting. Without knowing about Quidditch Max could tell this was a sports shop and the only thing he loved beyond practical jokes was sport. He looked into the window of each and saw at both counters, a ginger haired wizard waving happily back to him. For some reason this made Max upset. These two wizards were clearly brothers, though they did not look identical, he saw the resemblance, particularly with the hair colour and found himself wishing to have siblings.
He was brought out of his thoughts by Sarah who was steering him into the shop on his left that appeared to sell robes.
As he entered he was whisked off by a woman toward the back and asked if it was Hogwarts robes he was after. After replying yes she began measuring and cutting robes for him as Max watched in amazement. From behind him Max heard a voice,
'Muggleborn, eh?'
Max looked up to see a boy with brown eyes and blond hair, which he had attempted to smooth back. However the back of this young mans hair simply refused to stick down. Max couldn't help laughing as he thought of the strain it took to get his own black hair to stick down at the back.
The boy took his laughing for a yes and continued,
'The names Malfoy, Lucious Malfoy Junior!'
Max couldn't help but notice that although the boy tried to say his name with pride there was a hint of sadness in his voice.
Turning around Max could see why the boy looked sad. Standing behind him was, who Max presumed to be his father, and Max thought he'd never seen anyone so unpleasant looking in all his eleven years.
The man was tall with long blonde hair, like his father and his father before him. Yet Draco Malfoy had not only grown like his father in appearance but since his school days he had continued to serve the dark side, by using the power the family had gained, by funding the ministry for these many years. Somehow, the Malfoys still dwelt in Malfoy Manor and had escaped the horrors of Askaban.
Quickly Max left as soon as he was ready and found almost everything he needed in Diagon Alley. The only thing left on his list was a wand, as he had decided against having a familiar at present. Noticing that Ollivanders was shut for lunch, Max decided to have a look in the Quidditch supplies shop. He was very curious to learn more about this Quidditch thing.
On entering the shop the red headed man grinned.
'First year at Hogwarts eh? My daughters starting too' he exclaimed pointing at the bags of books and other things Sarah was carrying. Max nodded.
'I remember mine like it was just yesterday, treasure the time son, it goes by far too fast, course those were different times,' he began to stare off as if thinking about something. Suddenly he came back to reality. 'Oh yes then, what can I do for you, first years are allowed brooms these days'
'Oh I don't think I'm ready for that yet, I've never even heard of quidditch before, sorry.' Max mumbled. He was half afraid the young man would laugh.
'Not to worry about that though,' the shopkeeper replied with a smile, 'my best friend at school had never heard of quidditch before he was eleven and look at him now, he owns the record for the most quidditch games won by a player and led England to win the world cup twice in a row, course that was all before, you know.' The man looked sad.
Max was intrigued, 'Before what?' he asked, not sure if the man would get angry at him for being nosey.
'Sorry, forgetting how much you don't know,' he replied, 'before the dark times returned again.'
This comment was clearly said in a way that wanted to end this particular discussion.
'Here, I'll tell you what, what about this here book,' he held up a copy of a book named 'Quidditch through the ages',
'That'll tell you all you need to know.'
Max thanked the wizard, paid for the book, spending the last of his birthday cash and turned to leave.
As he was walking out the redhead shouted, 'watch out for the transfiguration teacher, she's a real terror!' Then he laughed.
'Why did she give you plenty of detentions when you were my age?' Max grinned back.
'No, although she would of loved to! She's my wife! In fact, watch out for all the Weasleys!' with that comment he grinned and Max couldn't help noticing the huge number of freckles he had sprawled across his cheeks. He left the shop deep in thought.
Finally after an ice cream he approached the wand shop alone. Sarah had decided to return home leaving her foster son to spend the night in The Leaky Cauldron, where he would be escorted to the station the next day.
As he entered the shop a funny feeling spread over him. Of all the places he had been today, this place was the most magical. Although it was not run by goblins, contained flying broomsticks or cauldrons and pointed hats, he could feel the magic trying to get out of each and every wooden box on the many shelves of the shop. A man appeared out the back and greeted him friendly,
'I wondered when I'd be seeing you here Mr Henderson',
Max gasped, how did he know his name? Ollivander went on to explain about the uniqueness of each wand, how a wand chooses a wizard and that a wizard can only do magic to his full potential with his true wand. He then began to ask Max to begin trying the wands one by one yet each one was useless. Ollivander began getting impatient as the pile of discarded wands grew.
'Never had a customer as fussy as this before.' He admitted.
Max concentrated on the power he could feel in the room and realised it was all coming from a remote corner in the back of the shop. He left the wand maker and, upon reaching the corner, picked up a single box he felt the magic centred on.
When he turned to look at Ollivander the expression on his face made Max afraid.
'Go on, try it. 12" maple lion hair' the man urged him.
On removing the wand from the box, the young boy waved it slightly and red and gold sparks began erupting from the end.
'Curious, very curious' the shopkeeper stared hard at Max 'not who we seem are we?' he stared into Max's dark brown eyes and smiled.
Max did not have time to find out what was so curious because at that moment another customer arrived in the shop, a girl around the same height as Max. She had straight brown hair that lay on her shoulders. Her sky blue eyes showed little emotion as she smiled at him.
'Ah, Miss Wood, I wondered when I'd be seeing you here; it seems only yesterday your father was in buying his first wand.' Ollivanders attention was drawn to the new customer who had entered the shop with her father.
Max slipped out the shop and went back the pub where he was greeted by the barman with enthusiasm and shown to his room. He began sorting out all his things into his trunk. After all, tomorrow he was beginning school.
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