Harry Potter: The Leviathan Ring
A/N: First things first, the obvious disclaimer: I do not own anything having to do with Harry Potter. The only thing mine is the original character.
Secondly, I know, a lot of people dislike OC stories, and I'm no different. However, owing to the large amount of Harry/Ron/Hermione focused tales, I felt a little something different could be fun. The story is kind of restructuring the HP books, making room for Kane Anderson, my OC. The tale will be told from more or less his view, and will last throughout the books. The first two years are going to be kind of short, as he falls into friendship with Harry and the others is year three. However, they'll still be kind of secondary; it'd be kind of boring to have the same conversations from the books just because I'd be throwing my OC in. He'll mostly be involved in his own adventures. After all, this is Hogwarts we're talking about: plenty of danger for everyone.
Thirdly, I'm going to try to portray Hogwarts and the Wizarding World a little more realistically. For example, a lot more students at Hogwarts. I know there are other Wizarding schools, but as a major institution I would imagine far more students attending (about 120-140 in each year). As such, school schedules will not revolve around Houses going to every class together once they choose their subjects for third year. Another note along these lines: I've always thought it rather unfair the entire Slytherin House as "evil." Granted it's turned out a lot more Dark Wizards, but that doesn't mean they all hang on to Malfoy's every word and wish for Voldemort's return. Slytherin is just the house for ambitious students. Don't get me wrong though: Slytherin's will still be rude, but you'll see why later on. (Just because I want to, here's my list of Houses I like in order of best to least liked: Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff. Feel free to let me know your list in a review. I just like to know.)
Lastly, I hope people will give this a chance. I occasionally enjoy a fiction from a new point of view. You'll see how someone else sees Harry, rather than him looking at himself. Be forewarned, however: know there will be other minor OC's as Kane's friends. Considering he won't be a Gryffindor, that'll be necessary. Sorry.
Enough rambling, on with the fic.
Chapter One: Life With a Squib
Minerva McGonagall sighed heavily as she waved her wand. Every year before the Hogwarts term began, she had to copy the letters sent out to students, and modify them only slightly for years and names. Pulling down a fresh sheet of parchment one her desk, she looked to a list of prospective new students to place the name on the letter. She continued in this manner for several minutes before her eyes stopped on a very peculiar sight.
The Transfiguration professor had received no shock whatsoever when she had placed Harry Potter's name on the boy's letter; she had known he would likely be attending, but she nearly fell out of her chair when she reached a different one. It wasn't the name that grabbed her attention; it was the date of birth next to it. Every list she received had the child's birthday written on it as well for the simple fact no underage child was accepted.
Pursing her lips unhappily, McGonagall stood up and left her office behind, the student list grasped tightly in her hands. She stalked down the corridors of Hogwarts castle, her feet taking her to the stone gargoyle outside of Dumbledore's office. As the school year had not yet started, there was no password and the statue leapt out of the way. She continued on and rode the staircase to the top. She knocked on the door and waited for an answer.
"Please, come in," Dumbledore said from his office. McGonagall opened the door and walked immediately over to his desk. She fixed him with the stare she so often gave a student of hers who had attempted to sneak a note to their friend and was caught in the act.
"Ah, Minerva," Dumbledore said, smiling up at her. "Finished with the letters already?"
McGonagall frowned more deeply. "Would you mind telling me what this is about Albus?" She set the parchment down in front of him and waited, hands on her hips.
Dumbledore looked at it for the shortest of moments before looking up. "I believe this is the student list that you use to send the letters to the proper people." His eyes had that familiar twinkle in them as he spoke, a sure sign he was enjoying himself. McGonagall, however, was not amused.
"You know what I am referring to, Albus," she said tartly. "Mr. Anderson's birthday is quite unusual, don't you agree?"
"Indeed," Dumbledore said, not looking back at the list. "You have concerns?"
"Yes, and I would hope you would as well. That is a highly imbued magical day, and very rare for a wizard to be born on." She did not say anything more, clearly expecting Dumbledore to understand. However, he remained silent for a few more moments.
"And?" he prompted.
"Oh for Merlin's..." she began, quickly regaining her thread. "You think it wise to bring him here? They have a school for his kind, Albus, far away though it may be. It is dangerous to have him here."
"I realize the risk, Minerva, but I am not overly worried. His great-grandfather was one as well, and he was an exemplary pupil. No harm came to any other student."
"You believe our luck to be the same?"
"I do," Dumbledore said seriously.
"And what, Albus, do you think his peers will say when they meet him? When they realize he does not have a wand, or require one? I again suggest he would be better off at a school better suited for his talents."
"His parents wish for him to come here, and I quite agree. As for the other students, they will learn he is not to be feared nor shunned rather quickly. I hope you will assist me in this manner?"
McGonagall tried very hard to press her argument further, but could not form the words. She sighed in the end, saying, "You know I will, Albus." She turned and headed for the door. As nervous as she was, there was a small part of her that was excited. She had never met one before, much less taught one. She wondered if he would live up to his kind's reputation, and be as brilliant as believed.
Not for the first time over the summer, Kane Anderson looked around his room in utter dismay. He couldn't help but be bored out of his mind when he took it in. To most eleven year olds, this was a room fit for a king: a plasma television sat opposite a rather expensive-looking leather recliner with built-in massagers; several video game consoles were stacked in front of the television, as well as their games on a shelf nearby; a stereo system was on the dresser next to a large and comfortable-looking bed in the corner; and opposite the bed was a desk with a computer, the monitor's screen twenty inches and flat. All these things shared something in common aside from their likely expensive price tag: they were completely covered with dust.
Walking over to the mirror, Kane grimaced slightly as he took in his appearance. He was very happy with his appearance as far as his face was concerned: he had hair whiter than snow (which stood up in natural spikes), icily blue eyes, and a constant look of friendliness. It was his clothing that bothered him: "jeens" (he thought, he couldn't remember for sure) and some kind of shirt that had something to do with the letter "T." Before he could comment to himself about any of it, there was a knock on his door.
"Yeah?" he called out.
The door opened and in walked a man wearing a gray suit with a light blue tie, the jacket thrown over his shoulder. He had the same blue eyes as Kane, but his hair was brown and did not stick up in any strange manner.
"Oh, hi Uncle Gerry," Kane said, turning around.
"Up here again?" the man asked. He sighed, looking slightly disappointed. He walked over to Kane's bed and sat down on it. "I kind of hoped you'd be down in the park playing with the other kids."
"Sorry, Uncle," Kane said, leaning against the wall. "It's just kind of boring. They wouldn't like the same kind of games."
"Well that's why your parents sent you here for the summer," Uncle Gerald replied. "All so you could experience how Muggles live. You should try doing what they do. You haven't even touched your cousin's television."
With a sigh, Kane remembered talking with his parents several weeks ago. His mother and father had sat him down, and he had wondered if he'd somehow gotten into trouble yet again.
"I swear, I didn't make that Muggle's dog grow all that extra hair. It looked like a sheep before I got anywhere near it."
An ebon-haired man with gray eyes looked down at him, grinning. His hair was spiky just like Kane's. "I'm sure. If I remember correctly, that poodle tried attacking Nyx when you were playing with her a few days ago."
Kane had remained quite silent, remembering how happy he'd been to be given his owl, and how terrified he'd been moments later when a dog came running onto the lawn barking furiously.
"It's not about that hideous dog, anyway," his mother had said. Kane looked up in surprise to hear his mother talk like that, seeing her smiling as well. She had long, flowing white hair and the same blue eyes. "We thought you might like to spend the summer with your Uncle Gerald."
Kane balked. "Uncle Gerald? Why would I want to go there?"
His father frowned. "I thought you liked Gerald? You said he was the funniest one on your mother's side of the family."
"He is," Kane insisted. "I like him when he comes here, not when we go see him."
"Why?" his mother had asked.
"Cause there we can't have the same kind of fun. Too many Muggles. They don't know what we are."
"Exactly," his father said. "We thought it would help for you to learn how to live as a Muggle for a couple months."
Kane looked at his father like he had suddenly transformed into a flobber worm. "How would that help me at all?"
Kane's mother and father exchanged knowing glances before turning back to him. "So you wouldn't be like the other students at Hogwarts who don't know much of anything about Muggles."
It had taken a second for Kane to grasp what they were saying. "I-I can go to Hogwarts?" His parents merely smiled wider. "Really!"
"Only if you stay at Uncle Gerald's for the summer," his father had said.
"For Hogwarts, I'd kiss that poodle on the mouth!"
Now, however, standing in his uncle's incredibly non-magical house, Kane couldn't help but feel incredibly bored.
"I know," he told his Uncle. "I just miss being around magic. I don't know how you put up with it."
"Well I hated it at first," Uncle Gerald replied. "But it's not that bad."
Kane rolled his eyes.
"What?" his uncle asked. "You think Squibs can't have fun?"
"It's not that, I know you can," Kane said. "I mean how you deal with keeping it from Mike and Laura."
"Well, when they were born, your Aunt Iris thought I should tell them when they were older, but I told her it'd be easiest if I pretended to be a Muggle like her."
"That's why you became a...whatsit?"
"A lawyer," his uncle laughed. "It's not bad. I miss magic sometimes. That's why I visit you in England."
Kane remained silent for a while. He looked out his window at the harbor. He could see the Muggle landmark, the Sydney Opera House, and did have to hand it to the Muggles: they could build some nice things. He looked back at his uncle.
"If I go to the park and play with the Muggle kids, can we find a magic shop somewhere afterward?"
Gerald appraised his nephew for a few minutes before smiling. "Only since your cousins are at camp for the summer."
Kane grinned and ran out of the room. Gerald smiled as he watched him leave, hoping his nephew didn't have another incident like the one with the poodle his sister told him about.
Short, I know. I wanted to make it longer, but the next events fit better in with the next chapter. I promise it'll be longer. I like reading long chapters and I'll try not to hold out on you. Just some extra post-chapter notes: I know, it seems he's a lot like Harry as far as summer with relatives who aren't magical. It won't be like this in following summers. Other points of interest: Kane's mother and father both went to Hogwarts, but his mother is Australian and his father Irish. I couldn't make it fit very well anywhere, but his family lived in Australia for about eight years before going back to live in England. As such, Kane speaks with an Australian accent. When Kane sets off for Hogwarts, more about his family will be revealed and his mother will play an important role in one of Kane's strongest abilities.
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