Disclaimer: Do you see any pigs flying? No? Then unfortunately, I still don't own Harry Potter. Damn. And, unless you intend to pay me for this fic, I'm making no money either.

AN: I know, I haven't updated any of my other stories, but this just popped in my head and refused to leave. Well, my vacation was great, and now that I'm recovered, you should be seeing more updates from me. Next one will probably be Sunday. Maybe not on this story, but who knows. This chapter is kind of boring, but I needed to set it up. Oh, and this story may become M in the future. It won't be for graphic sex or anything, maybe just for violence, I'm not sure. I will notify you if the rating changes.

Michael Christopher Larkin was a normal boy in many aspects. He got good enough grades; maybe not perfect, but good enough to please his parents. He had friends, maybe not too many, but enough to be content. He had two loving parents and a rather affectionate cat named Ari. He attended school, and while he may not have been the most scholarly of students, he enjoyed it. In fact, there were really only two abnormal things about Michael. The first being that he was a wizard, and the second, that he was gay.

Now, depending on who you're speaking to, either, or both of these things may be rather normal. However, it is common social opinion that both of these are rather odd. In fact, many people have been killed for exhibiting displays of one of these abnormalities, and even occasionally, someone has been killed for displaying both.

However, Michael's friends and family were not bothered by the first abnormality, perhaps because they all were of a magical breed too. They didn't know of the second abnormality. In fact, the only one who did was Ari, but she wasn't speaking any time soon. Our story, as you may have guessed, is about Michael. The year is 1986, and he is 15.

Michael's appearance was also rather normal. He was of a smaller height, only 5'8, and a tan complexion. His shaggy brown hair was in a rather overgrown and uneven bowl-cut that his parents had forced on him two years ago. He had large brown eyes that appeared to always be thinking. Which was probably one of the reasons he belonged to Ravenclaw.

As I stated before, Michael wasn't a fantastic student, something that was almost a prerequisite for most Ravenclaws. He did well enough, but average just wasn't a Ravenclaw thing. In fact, many people had often wondered how the young boy had ended up there. Well, one trait Michael possessed was an extremely quick and clever mind. I'm sure you're wondering why, if Michael possessed such a trait, he did not get better grades. Well, being clever and being smart are two separate things. A smart person can tell you where to find a Cornish Pixie and what they eat. A clever person can tell you how to use the aforementioned pixie to make dinner. And no, I don't mean eating it.

If one were to step inside Michael's head, they would have been amazed. No, he didn't get good grades, but his brain ran a thousand miles a minute. He was always thinking of something new, something odd: anything at all. Michael was a dreamer; there was no other word for it. He lived in his mind, which might have been the cause of his lack of attention during class. Not even his closest friends knew what went on in his mind. That was the way he liked it.

Yes, Michael Christopher Larkin was a fairly normal boy with a fairly normal life. That is, it was fairly normal until October 9, 1986. The day Michael came out. The day that started one of the greatest scandals of Hogwarts History. And the day that would forever change the wizarding world.

AN: Review, and I'll make you Cornish Pixie Stew. My grandma has a great recipe.