Chapter Two

Jed stared at the old man's eyes. There was something strange in those eyes, like he knew something that everyone else

didn't, a little twinkle. He shuddered. There was something else in those eyes too, like a bit of madness. The boy couldn't help

but wonder what his grandma was doing with this guy; he didn't seem the type she'd be going out with. Jed smiled and

welcomed his grandmother home, and welcomed the strange man inside, even though he had his doubts. His grandma and the

man sat on the sofa by the fireplace, even though there was no fire going. "Should I get some firewood for the fire Grams?"

Jed asked. She shivered and mussed the boy's brown hair and looked into his light brown eyes. "No, that's okay, it's warm

enough with the heater, Jed." He gave her a confused look. "Could you be a dear and heat some water for tea?" she asked

rather quickly. Jed nodded and headed to the kitchen.He pulled open the bottom cupboard and pulled out one of his

grandmother's many teakettles. It was a red one with a fire engine racing around it. He smiled. It was his favorite, ever since

he was a kid. Jed turned on the faucet and poured water into the kettle. Then he walked over to the stove and set the

teakettle down, then turned on the gas. Jed bent over and watched as the blue flames leapt up and danced beneath the kettle.

Jed rested his chin on his hand and wondered. Who was the man that his grandma had brought home? He looked an awful

lot like a wizard from a movie. Perhaps that letter was real, and he was meant to be a wizard, he thought hopefully. Then he

shook his head. That was crazy. And anyone who dressed like that old man was probably crazy too, he thought.

Jed shook those thoughts from his mind and noticed he was still staring at the flames. They were hypnotic, the way they

danced so gracefully. Suddenly Jed felt a warm tingle in his palms that spread to the backs of his hands and up his arms. Then

the flames from beneath the kettle shot out to his hands and began to twist like a living thing around them, and then began to

travel up his arms to his elbows. The flames stopped moving upwards and then began to move back down towards his hands,

where the flames converged and became a small, blazing fireball, suspended between them. Jed waved his hands frantically

and the flames subsided. He sighed and looked at his hands. They weren't burnt. Jed began to wonder what had happened

when his Grams entered the room. Jed unconsciously hid his hands behind his back and looked to his grandma. She took him

by the hand and said, " There's somebody I want you to meet Jed." Jed started to protest. "Don't worry, he doesn't bite."

She winked at him and then dragged him into the living room.

Jed's grandmother literally threw him in the seat across from the old man. "You two make nice now," she said as she

headed back into the kitchen, humming happily. Jed sat staring at the old man and then said, " Why are you dressed all funny

like that?" The old man's eyes twinkled as he replied, " And I thought that muggles wore strange clothing." Jed stared at the

man for a second, because he had no idea what in the world a 'muggle' was. Perhaps the old man was mad and was making

up words to amuse himself. Jed slid his chair back a couple of feet just in case the man did bite, to the surprise of him and his

grandmother. The old man cleared his throat. " My name is Professor Dumbledore, by the way, Jed." Jed was about to laugh,

but he caught himself. " You're the one from the letter I got from the owl!" Dumbledore smiled. " Correct. You have been

selected to attend The Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And I must tell you, you are a special kind of wizard,

the likes of which nobody has seen in one-thousand years." Jed narrowed his eyes. " Are you mad? Wizards aren't real."

Dumbledore smiled. " What do you call what just happened in the kitchen? A trick of the light? Perhaps you are the one that

is mad? No, Jed, you are a wizard, and that was magic." Jed's mouth hung open. " How do you know that? I was in the

kitchen and you were in here, there's no way you could have seen!" The old man's eyes twinkled again as Jed's grandmother

entered the room. " How are things going?" The two looked at each other briefly, then replied in unison, "fine!" Jed's grandma

smiled and nodded her head. " The tea and cookies are almost done." Dumbledore stood. " I must be leaving now, urgent

business to attend to," he quickly replied, as he walked towards the door.

As the old man was walking out of the door and Grams headed back to the kitchen, Jed turned quickly to Dumbledore.

" Wait! I was wondering, how do you know my grandmother?" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. " Why, I'm her brother, and

that being said, I am also your great uncle." Jed's mouth hung open as the man left out the door, and into the rain. Jed shook

his head as his grandmother entered the living room with a cup of tea and a plate of cookies for her grandson. " Tea and

cookies Jed?" Jed smiled and went to the coat rack by the door to grab his jacket. " No thanks Grams. I'm gonna head

outside for a while. "In this weather?" Jed nodded his head and opened the front door. It was really pouring outside now. Jed

smiled and headed out into the rain.

Author's Note

Well I hope this explains a little more. By the way, Harry and the other familiar characters wont be introduced until probably the fourth chapter. Until then I'll be introducing my characters and building on the plot. Oh yeah, and this is taking place in Harry's first year. This story is gonna be a long one, lol. I plan on making a fic for every year.