"Hermione Granger!"
"Ravenclaw!"
The bushy haired girl jumped off the stool to walk towards the assigned table, holding shyly her book as her eyes tended to fall on the long-desired house of the mighty: Gryffindor. Oh, she wished she had ended up there instead. But the horrible hat had said that she would never grow out of her shell alone and become the courageous girl she wanted to be. It was a horrible hat and she never wanted to speak to it again, she decided as she sat at the end of the table.
"Caesar Grehan!"
That name perked everyone attention, even the teacher's and headmaster's. Because Grehan was a notorious muggle, very good lawyer in the day and assassin at night (not that many new that last bit) and that a son had never been mentioned in anything related to the man.
The boy of eleven stepped up and none could deny that Grehban had indeed gotten himself a son made of his flesh and blood. He was his carbon copy! The same caramel shade of hair (even with streaks of muggle coloration), the same green eyes and tone of skin. And even at eleven years old, some students could say that he was as handsome as his father.
"What?" The boy snorted and everyone woke up from their surprise. "I go by the name shadow now. It's much cooler." And the boy gave to Minerva a Cheshire grin before taking the hat and sitting on the stool.
He stayed there perhaps twelve minutes, twelve long minutes where Hermione and many others had gotten back to read their books or start writing a letter to their parents or chatting to their friends to be. None of the teachers talked. Each summer, they would put a ward in front of the gate to Diagon Alley to record who went and who didn't and who they should visit before September to help get their furniture's. And never did Caesar Grehan's name appeared on the list. And they couldn't understand how it was possible. Because unless he already was in Diagon Alley before the summer started (which couldn't be it as he was muggleborn) or that he was a bloody ghost, then it meant that he hadn't bought his furniture. However, that possibility wasn't possible either as they had never been aware that Grehan's son was a wizard.
So, who in Merlin's beard, was this Caesar Grehan?
