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Wyatt Halliwell-Wyatt is a weird name
by leo01
"Mommy?" Wyatt came up to his mother with his reading assignment for the day. As the resident eight-year-old, Wyatt was trying to polish up his reading skills. He knew how to read most things, but sometimes he got stuck on the really hard words. Like aluminum. Who made up that word? It was a torture device for children, really, becuase all that word ever did was make them laugh. Or hippopotumus. Just call it a hippo for crying out loud!
But right now, the word he was having a serious problem with was-
"Quidditch..." Piper said, looking at the word in awe. She couldn't believe that her son would be reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone at the age of eight, let alone as a reading assignment. "This is for school?"
"Yeah...Mommy, I actually have a question." Wyatt had started to say that phrase before he asked any question, which really got quite annoying...but eh, what are you gonna do?
"Mhm...what is it?"
"Why does Harry need a wand to do his magic, but we don't?" Wyatt wanted a wand like Harry Potter! Personally,we think he was just anxious to ride a broomstick. Becuase who really wants to be named Harry? We mean, it's kinda an odd name, if you think about it. It means 'to be furry or fuzzy'...who names their kid that?
But on with the story...so, Wyatt wanted a stick to play with...hehehe.
"Because Harry isn't real, honey." Piper said, laughing at her eldest.
Wyatt was surprised, and definately looked it. "You mean...I can't ride a broomstick?" He asked. (WE TOLD YOU!) Piper shook her head and he opened his mouth again. "Or...or...beat up mountain trolls?"
"I don't think there are too many mountain trolls in San Fransico, sweetie."
"Why can't I go to Hogwarts, and learn how to do that stuff, then? Is Hogwarts unreal, too?"
"Hogwarts is fake, yes...but you can go to your own Magic School. In fact, I do believe you'll be going there tomorrow." Piper replied, earning a groan from her son.
"But Magic School isn't anything like Hogwarts! It doesn't have stairs that move, or paintings that talk or ghosts or nothin'!" Wyatt exclaimed.
"Well, ghosts really aren't all that great, honey...take it from me. And it did used to have a British headmaster...you'd really be surprised how much Hogwarts is like your Magic School." Piper said, and Wyatt thought about something.
"Mommy?"
"What?"
"...If Harry's not real...and Hogwarts isn't real...does that mean that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is still alive and in Britain?"
"...No, Wyatt...he's not."
"Good...because I would hate to have to vankish him..." Wyatt mispronounced the word.
"Vanquished, Wyatt."
"Yeah..that."
Later that night, Wyatt was thinking in his bedroom. He had to go to Hogwarts! And if his brother and him would orb all over the place, why couldn't they go to Hogwarts? After all, he and his brother were just like Harry, really. Famous for something they couldn't remember (and that would be being born, people...in case you didn't know), and Wyatt didn't like the attention, just like Harry!
He had to go to Hogwarts. He just had to! And he was starting to come up with a plan...
"Chris...want me to tell you a bedtime story?" Wyatt looked over at his little brother, who was trying to get into his PJ's...only they were backwards.
"Uh...okay...but isn't Mommy going to tell one?" Chris liked his Mommy's bedtime stories, becuase they were all about what she and the Aunts had to do when they were younger. His favorite one was the time when his oldest Aunt Prue turned into a boy, becuase he liked the idea of having an Uncle-even if it was only for like...a hour.
"My story is better, though. Don't you wanna hear it, Chris? Come on!" Wyatt wheedled his brother until Chris gave in, and then Wyatt turned out the lights except for his lamp, and picked up his copy of Harry Potter.
"Once, there was this boy named Harry Potter, but everyone called him the Boy-Who-Lived, becuase he killed this evil wizard named He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named-" Wyatt started, but was cut off quickly.
"If you can't name the evil wizard, then how will you know who he is?" Chris asked.
"Becuase, he didn't really not have a name! Everyone was just too scared to say it." Wyatt tried to explain. "But, so, Harry Potter killed the evil wizard, who's name was-"
"Why?"
Wyatt looked downright annoyed now. How was he ever going to get to Hogwarts when Chris wouldn't shut his trap?
"Why what?"
"Why were they afriad of his name? Mommy always quotes that dead-Milkshake- guy when people ask about your name, remember? 'What is a name? A tulip would be as stinky if it were called a skunk.' Or something..." Chris liked to ramble. It was apparently the newest craze for each six-year-old.
"Chris, be quiet or I'll never finish the story!" Wyatt whined, banging on his mattress. Chris quickly shut his mouth and let his big brother continue, mostly because the newest craze for each eight-year-old is to beat up their six-year-old brothers when their parents aren't looking.
"So, as I was saying." Wyatt continuted, "His name was Lord Voldemort, but no one called him that. And Harry killed him when he was only one years old! ButHe-Who-Must-Not-Be-Namedkilled his Mommy and Daddy, so he had to go live with his Aunt and Uncle in a place called Little Wings or something, and they didn't treat him good so he madea snake chase after them and then, when he was eleven, thisbig, huge, giganticman called Hagrid came and told him that he was a wizard, and that he got to go to a school called Hogwarts!"
"Hogwarts? What's that? Can we go there?" Chris asked, ears perking up at the mention of the Wizarding school.
Wyatt grinned. Perfect. "Why, yes, Christop-" and he remembered that Chris hated anyone calling him by his full name. Ever since Gideon, not even their Mommy or Daddy could call him Christoper. It was Chris or nothing. But once again, we digress.Wyatt was talking.
"That's exactly what I wanted to hear." AndWyatt resumed. "Hogwarts is the bestest place in the world!"
"Better than Disneyland?" Chris asked, wide eyed.
"Ten bajillion times better!" Wyatt almost squealed. And Chris looked amazed.
"How do we get there?"
"Well, at Magic School, I learned how to write a spell. And maybe, if we both say the spell, we can go there."
"Can I write it?" Chris asked, eagerly. He didn't know how to write yet, but that was just a technicality, right?
"No, Chris. You're not old enough!" Wyatt looked all important for about three seconds. Then, he grinned and they started trying to rhyme.
A few minutes later, they stopped talking as their mother came in.
"OK, boys...tonight's story is going to be about how your Mommy and Daddy switched bodies for a little while." Shesaidandher two little boys burst out laughing. She didn't find it very funny, but hey, maybe it was.
To be completely honest, Piper never thought any of the stories she said were funny. They were just true and useful ways to tell her boys the history of their family while they were young and wouldn't notice all the sexual innuendos that are in there...
"So, one day, I was pregnant with you." She pointed to Wyatt who looked embarrassed immediately...there is nothing more gross than listening to your mother talk about her being pregnant with you...nothing.
"WYATT! CHRIS! WAKE UP!" Piper yelled up the stairs. She had already woken up her children three times, and they were running seriously late for school, now.
But upstairs, Wyatt and Chris were not sleeping. Oh no, they hadn't slept for more than a few hours that night. Nope, their night was spent trying to write a good enough spell to get to Hogwarts...and they thought that the spell they had might just work!
Either that or they would both be thrown in some random time and place...but really, they were willing to take that risk.
Wyatt was learning how to write spells in class, and he had quickly taught his little brother how to do it so that the plan would work.
"Are you ready, Chris?" Wyatt asked his little brother. Chris grinned and opened up the piece of paper with neat, (print) writing on it so that Chris and Wyatt would read it.
"One, two, three!"
"BOYS!" Piper screamed. "IF I HAVE TO GO UP THERE YOU WILL BE VERY SORRY!"
But her children were not listening. They had held each other's hands and closed their eyes tightly, having memorized the paper in front of them to assure no mistakes in pronouncing anything.
But as they chanted, Piper started coming up the stairs.
"Witches from the Halliwell line" they started (Wyatt learned that most spells started with some variation of this first part).
Piper was furious. Her sons, if still in bed, would feel the wrath of a mother scorned!
"Send us to this place and time" (that line was in a lot of their Mommy's stories...)
In fact, she might not let them have dessert tonight! They weren't even answering her!
"Harry Potter's really cool"
Her children were so disrespectful that they couldn't even answer her! The only time she could excuse that is if they were...
"So send us to the Hogwarts School!"
Piper barged into their room right after a white light enveloped her two boys.
...and her children were gone. Again.
I hope that's alright. I know it's fairly short, and I do apologize for that, but there's not much I can say in this chapter. I kind of just wanted to continue with the plot, you know? Because I finally thought of one...
By the way, the plot is that the boys go to Hogwarts...in case you hadn't realized that.
I don't own Harry Potter, but I have read the books too many times to count, and I did laugh when I saw the episode where they introduced Magic School to begin with.
Until next time!
...GIVE TO STARVING AFRICAN MONKEYS!
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PS- the save the van thing? Yeah...that was in loving memory of my van, which is officially totalled.
