Chapter One Magic?!

Heriman looks intently at the book resting on his desk. Slowly, it begins to float towards him. He smiles as it lands beside him on his bed. "Perfect!" he exclaims excitedly.

Heriman had figured out he could do peculiar things around the time he entered Year Four. He didn't tell anybody though, especially not his therapist. Plus, he figured it wouldn't help the beating he got from the bullies at his school. He was just happy that this was the school year that his therapist agreed to put him on blockers, since it seemed both sides of his family went through puberty early. Heriman couldn't wait for Year Seven to start. He could feel that this year was going to be very different from the rest.

After a stretch, a thought occurred to him. Leaving the book where it had landed, Heriman gets dressed as if to workout. As he heads down the stairs, he hears voices coming from the den. "Odd." he says to himself, for they weren't expecting company this week. Unless his cousins had arrived early of course. He grimaces, for that was not a happy thought.

"But magic?!" he hears his father's voice stress.

"Hush John, let her explain." his mother says.

"Now, Mr. Granger, your child has shown magical tendencies, otherwise I wouldn't be here." says a Scottish voice.

Heriman peers around the corner to look into emerald green eyes. The color matched the color of his room and the tartan bed set. "Wow." he whispers. The owner of the emeralds rises and walks towards him, gaining his parents attention.

"Oh! Heriman, this is Professor McGonagall, from...Ummm..." his father trails off, looking at the woman.

"I'm Professor McGonagall, from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." she states, her Scottish accent pushing through ever so slightly.

Heriman looks at his parents before resuming eye contact with the professor. "You mean I'm magical?" he asks, earning him a nod from McGonagall. "That would explain some things." he whispers.

"I'd figured it would." McGonagall replies. His parents stand, stunned. McGonagall hands him an envelope. "This is your Hogwarts letter, as well as your supply list." She turns to leave.

"Wait!" Heriman exclaims, taking a step towards the professor. McGonagall halts and looks at him. "I... I think there are some things that...need to be discussed..." Heriman says looking at the envelope. McGonagall looks at him.

"Okay." she says as she sits down. He looks at his parents until they leave. Heriman looks at McGonagall as he sits down. "What is it you would like to discuss?" McGonagall asks.

Heriman hands her the envelope. "The name is wrong." he says, looking away.

"I see. And what name shall you be using?" she asks.

Heriman fidgets, "Well Professor McGonagall, I go by Heriman. As well as male...um...male pronouns." he said. She looked at him and nodded.

"I shall speak with the Headmaster about this and shall be back by the 20th." McGonagall said.

Heriman nods then asks, "What about my medication?" McGonagall looks at Heriman.

"I will bring it up when I talk to the Headmaster and maybe the school healer." He looks at her and smiles before standing.

"I'll show you to the door, Professor." McGonagall nods and follows Heriman to the door.

She turns to look back at him, "I shall see you again in twenty days, young Heriman." she says honestly. "And that you make it into Gryffindor." she whispers as she leaves.