A/N: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters. J.K.Rowling has that privilege, not me. However, I do own Charon! Yeah!
Chapter 1 Charon
It's frighten how attractive and perfect the world can seem out of a window. Like how the skies colorful masterpiece called, 'Dusk' was painted just to mock your imprisonment. Or how the trees, with the winds help, beckons you to a world you could never enter. At least that's how Charon felt as he starred out the window to his left.
"I say we send him back to the Orphanage! He's no good! He's evil just like his father, and his mother! Look at him! No respect at all! Why, he's not even listening! Are you boy? Boy? BOY!"
The boy in question turned away from his window broadly. Prime Minister Cornelius Fudge was looking at him as a parent would look at their child's murderer. Charon settled his mesmerizing red eyes right on the Prime Minister's dull brown eyes. He gazed at Fudge as if he was studying him for a full five minutes. Until, once again, his eyes clouded over in a daydream like state.
"Look at him! Daydreaming again! Not only is he evil, but also absent minded!" Fudge exclaimed. Still looking at the child in disgust.
"I am not absent minded," answered the boy coolly," I just choose not to listen to the ramblings of a person who knows so little."
Cornelius face changed from red to scarlet. A vein, which was half covered by his green bowler hat, popped blood red on his temple.
"That is enough," said a kind, stern voice.
Charon turned, and scrutinized his, could be, new Headmaster. He studied his long, silver beard. To his long, crooked nose. To his half-moon speckles that hung in front of his twinkling blue eyes. He decided not to talk back. Instead, he turned back to his window.
"I am sorry for Mr. Riddle's rudeness," said one of the Orphanage monks, "He has a tendency of being ignorant."
Charon didn't answer. He knew oh too well the punishments for talking back to the monks, and nuns at the orphanage. But it didn't matter. He would be rid of them soon enough. Hopefully…
"Now, back to the matter at hand," said another one of the monks to Dumbledore. "As you probably know we religious leaders despise any form of magic. In fact, some of us don't even believe it's real. I know I didn't. Until I meat this…boy!" the monk spit the last word out as if it was poison, "I, along with the rest of the Christian Community, agree with Minister Fudge. Even if we don't know this Voldemort person you speak of. We know his mother. He is evil!"
Dumbledore looked at the monk who had spoken with raised eyebrows. "Then why did you take him in?" he asked, "If he is so evil, which I highly doubt, then why?"
Because! If you must know! We had a weak leader back then! He thought we could change him! He thought we could save the world from his mother's kin once and for all! He was wrong!" he shouted all this while pointing an accusing, shaking finger at the boy. Charon continued to star out of his window. Away from his accuser's threats. "Now we have a new leader," continued the monk, cooling himself down, "Now we can finally be rid of him, and the accursed evil that follows him!"
Dumbledore looked from the monks to Charon, before sighing deeply. "Let me talk to Mr. Riddle alone for a moment please," he said calmly.
Fudge and the monks looked hesitantly for a moment. Nevertheless, slowly, they filed out of the room. When the door slammed shut, Dumbledore took out his wand, and uttered the word to some sort of charm. "Now no one will be able to over hear us," explained Dumbledore. Charon continued to star out his window.
"So, what do you think of all this? Do you want to come to this school? Have you any connections with your father? Your mother?" he asked all this rather fast. But Charon seemed undisturbed, nor caring, about what he said.
"You know it would help if you would speak," said Dumbledore calmly.
The boy looked away from his window, and straight at Dumbledore, "Am I joining the school or not?" he asked simply.
Dumbledore sighed once more. He waited a minute of silence before answering, "Someone will be by the Orphanage tomorrow to pick you up."
Charon got up, crossed the room, and left without as much as a bye.
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