Of Power, Wisdom and Courage
Ganon grunted as his partners knee connected with his stomach. He quickly recovered and threw a punch at his face. His opponent, who was older and taller then him, couldn't react fast enough and Ganon's fist hit his left cheek. The taller boy collapsed to the floor.
"That's enough!", the instructor called out and Ganon helped the other boy up. "You alright there, Jason? Hope it wasn't to hard.", he said sheepishly, moving his hand through his long, red hair, which he had tied up so it wouldn't get in the way. "Geez, you sure, you're only eleven? You hit harder then I do and I'm 15!", the other boy replied, still a bit dizzy. Ganon chuckled, he was pretty strong and tall foe his age. In height, he was just below 1,60m (5"3) and taller then everybody else in his class. Because of his height, skill and strength, his Muay Thai instructor had decided to move him up a class and train him with the teens, but even here, there were few who stood a chance. Ganon couldn't really explain it, but when it came to fighting, Ganon just knew what he had to do. It was like an inner voice was leading him on, telling him when to attack, when to wait for the right moment.
The instructor had them all line up one last time. "You all did very well today. Some of you need to keep working on those knees and elbows, but that'll come with experience. Well, that's all for today folks, hit the the showers! Can't believe some of you were actually sweating!", he said with a laugh as he dismissed the class. Ganon was about to leave with the others, when the instructor called out to him. Wondering what was wrong, Ganon turned around and went back to the instructor. The man looked at him for a moment, the he shook his head and sighed. "I don't know what to do with you any more. Your already starting to surpass the teens, but I'm not allowed to bump you up again." He sighed again. "You're far to good, I'm afraid." "So, what now?", Ganon asked. "I'll talk to the other instructors, see if they have any ideas, but until then, you'll just have to tough it out." He stopped for a second. "And try to hold back a bit next time, okay? I don't want any serious injuries to happen." With that, the instructor send him of and Ganon went to take a shower, before ridding his bike back to the orphanage.
Saint Edwards Orphanage was better of then most other orphanages. Every year, a large sum of pounds was donated to it by a Mr Flitwick. Nobody knew who the man was, the only thing they knew, was that he had money. With his yearly donation, everybody was able to get multiple presents for Christmas and their birthday. Apart from that, everybody was also allowed to join sport clubs, like Ganon did with his Muay Thai. Even the building itself looked a lot nicer than most other buildings around, with a little backyard and even some animals like rabbits and two cats.
When Ganon arrived, he felt himself being watched. He looked up towards Mrs Brunwick's office and saw her watching him. She wasn't alone though, a man, that seemed to be a lot shorter then her, was watching Ganon as well. He entered the orphanage and went to his room on the first floor. His room mate, Charles, wasn't there, so he stretched out on his bed, deciding to take a little nap. His nap didn't last long, as after only 15 minuets, there was a knock on the door. Groaning he got up and went to the door. When he opened it, he was surprised to see Mrs Brunwick and the man, who had been watching him from her office. "Ganon, this is Professor Flitwick, he would like to talk to you.", Mrs Brunwick said with a slight German accent. Ganon looked at the man. He isn't even as tall as me, Ganon thought. "So, you are the rich guy, who keeps donating?" Professor Flitwick smiled. "Indeed I am. May I come in?" "Sure.", Ganon replied, sounding not sure at all. Mrs Brunwick left the two of them alone.
For a moment, the room was silent, before the diminutive professor spoke up. "It's nice to see you again. You've grown a lot in those past ten years, happy birthday by the way." Ganon was shocked to say the least. "You know me?" Flitwick nodded. "I also knew your mother and your brother, they were good people." "Why did you come now, after all these years.", Ganon replied, sounding angry. " Because it was better for you to grow up, not knowing who you really are." "Who I really am? What do you mean?" Flitwick gave a wry smile. "Have you ever done something when you were angry or upset? Something, that couldn't be explained? Something, that seemed... magical?" "I had a fight with my room mate once. He left the room and I was just so angry. I stared at the window and just hoped, that it would shatter. Everybody said, I smashed it and I even started believing them." Flitwick nodded. "Accidents like that can happen to young witches and wizards when they are angry." He pulled out an envelope from his jacket. "Here, read this. It will explain everything." Ganon opened the envelope and started reading. When he was done, he looked at Flitwick. "Why now? Why now and not sooner?", he quietly asked. "Because you're not an ordinary wizard." Flitwick sighed, before he continued. "A few years ago, Magical Britain was at war. An evil wizard, He-who-must-not-be-named, sought to cleanse Britain of all those he didn't deem worthy of using magic. For some reason, he tried going after you specifically, I don't know why. He attacked you, when you were visiting Hogsmeade, a village near Hogwarts.", he said and pointed at the letter in Ganon's hands. "He killed your mother and your brother, but couldn't kill you. He was destroyed himself and many think he is dead, but I think he is still some where out there, waiting, regaining his strength."
Ganon said nothing for a while, lost in his thoughts and staring at the letter. "And what happens now?", he asked, when he looked up again. "First, I'll take you to St Mungo, the wizarding hospital here in Britain. You need to get some vaccinations for some maladies only witches and wizards can get. Apart from that, we'll also have your magic measured there, to see how strong you are. After St Mungo, we'll be visiting Diagon Alley, where you can buy your school supplies." He looked at Ganon. "After we have everything you need for Hogwarts, I'll gladly tell you all about your brother Raven and your mother." "You promise?", Ganon asked and Flitwick nodded. "You have my word."
They went to St Mungo, which was actually close by and Ganon was surprised when they went inside what looked like an old department store. Inside it looked very much like any hospital, except for the patients. One had wings growing out of his arms, another had a pumpkin for a head. When they finally made it to a nurse sitting behind a desk, Flitwick spoke up. "We're here for the standard vaccinations for a muggle-raised wizard and his power test." "Name?", the nurse asked without looking up. "Ganondorf Dragmire.", Ganon said himself and suddenly the whole lobby went quite. Ganon didn't like them watching him and Flitwick noticed his discomfort. He cleared his throat. "Where do we have to go?", he asked, startling the nurse. "Uhm, second floor on the right.", she quickly said, still looking at Ganon. Flitwick nodded and led Ganon on.
On the second floor, they were greeted by a young witch, who was maybe in her twenties. "Oh, professor, what are you doing here?", she asked when she saw them. "Just getting young Ganon's vaccinations, Miss Cyrus." The young witch blinked. "Ganon? As in Ganondorf Dragmire?", she asked and Ganon nodded with a wry smile. "A little warning, many will stare at you, once they know who you are. But don't let it get to you.", she said with a smile. "Now then, let's get you to the healer."
The healer was an old man, but he seemed quite friendly and explained all the diseases that were important for his vaccinations. The healer quickly went through with them all and then came the power test. "The device I'll be using is called The Scale of Merlin. It measures the power of a wizard on a scale from 1 to 25, 25 being the highest and meaning that the witch or wizard in question is as strong as Merlin.", the healer explained. "And what's the average?", Ganon asked. The healer smiled at his question. "Children your age should be around 3, while the average adult is around 9 or 10." He looked at Flitwick. "Though there are some exceptions.", he said with a smile. Flitwick nodded. "Yes, but few are really exceptional, My 13 maybe good compared to the average, but some wizards, like Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, are rumoured to be around 20." "And He-who-must-not-be-named?" Flitwick sighed at his question. "He should have been a bit weaker then Dumbledore, but nobody knows for sure." With that said, the healer got to work. The device gave a few hisses, before the indicator stopped at 4.5. The healer raised an eyebrow. "Interesting, but given who you are, it's not really surprising." He suddenly frowned. "There seems to be some kind of interference.", he said and pointed the device at Ganon's left hand. The Scale hissed again, only louder this time, and the indicator immediately shot up to 25, before it hissed one last time and exploded. The healer stood there for a moment, completely baffled by what had just happened. "In all my years here, nothing like this has ever happened. Has your hand ever seemed weird to you? Or did it hurt sometimes for no reason.?", he asked, but Ganon shook his head. "Then I frankly don't know. Please keep an eye on it and contact us immediately, should something change."
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"Now, when talking to you account manager, you have to be polite. Goblins take politeness very seriously.", Flitwick said as they went through the halls of Gringotts. They had briefly talked about what had happened at St Mungo, but Flitwick said to not concern himself with it, as it wasn't dangerous. They were now at Gringotts to access his family's account, so they could buy everything he needed.
They entered the account managers office, who was sitting behind a desk. Like Flitwick had told him, Ganon was the first to speak. "Hello, may your gold ever flow.", he said. a little nervous and worried, that he might screw up. The goblin looked up from the file on his desk "Greetings, young one. May the rivers run red with the blood of your enemies. I am Silverfang. Before we get to the Ravenclaw account, there is another matter of importance. Almost eleven years ago, you defeated one Tom Marvolo Riddle, better known as He-who-must-not-be-named. By doing so, you are now able to claim his title as Heir of Slytherin by Right of Conquest. If you want to do so, you have to put on the Slytherin house ring.", he said, while taking out a small ring with a snake as its crest. "He is the heir to two founders?", Flitwick whispered and Silverfang nodded. He handed the ring to Ganon, who put it on his middle finger. There was a bright green-coloured flash and Silverfang nodded. "Congratulations, you are now officially the Heir of Slytherin. Everything in the Slytherin vault belongs to you now." "Wasn't it owned by He-who-must-not-be-named? What if there are some dangerous things inside? Can you check that for me?", Ganon asked and the goblin gave him a toothy grin. "You're careful, that's good. We will search the vault for any dangerous or cursed items. It will require a small fee, but nothing you can't afford.", Silverfang replied and wrote it down. "Now then, regarding house Ravenclaw. As by Lord Ravenclaw's, your brother, decree, I handled all the finances together with charms master Flitwick here." "That's how I donated to the orphanage. I hope you understand.", Flitwick now said. Ganon simply nodded and Silverfang continued. "I won't bore with all the numbers, but just a few important things. As Heir Ravenclaw you would own 25% of Hogwarts, as it is a private school, however, since you are also Heir Slytherin, you own 50% of the school. This allows you to put staff members on probation or fire them, if necessary, except for the headmaster and his deputy, furthermore, any member of the board of governors my veto your decision, which will lead to a hearing in front of the board." He looked through his files again. "That should be all. I will now lead you to your vault." With that they all got up and left the office.
The ride down to the vault was like a roller-coaster ride. Silverfang had told them, that the Ravenclaw vault was one of the oldest vaults at Gringotts, and because of that, it was a deep as a vault could be in Gringotts. They passed a cave, out of which Ganon heard a fierce roar. "What was that?", he asked Silverfang. "Oh, just a dragon.", the goblin said. "There are dragons at Gringotts!?" Silverfang's only grinned. The cart finally stopped and the three of them then went down a long corridor. On the right site were great doors, each of them with a different crest engraved upon them. The first was a lion, the second a badger and the third had Slytherin's snake upon it. "Are those the vaults of the other founders?", Ganon asked and Silverfang nodded. "The first belonged to Gryffindor and the second to Hufflepuff. Slytherin owned the third one, now it is yours, just like this one.", he said as they stopped in front of the fourth one. Ganon reached out, his hand gliding across the eagle crest. Under his touch, the door slowly opened. What lay inside, was simply marvellous. There were many chests, filled to the brim with golden coins, emeralds, rubies and sapphires. Along the walls stood bookcases filled with ancient scrolls and tomes. Silverfang pointed to one of them. "Should you ever desire to read any of Rowena Ravenclaw's diaries, you will find them in there. When your brother became Lord Ravenclaw, he allowed us to search her diaries for how it was possible, that Rowena could still have heirs, since her only daughter died before having any children. Turns out she adopted a boy, who later had two sons himself.", he laughed. Ganon took one of the coins and looked at it. "That's a galleon, the most valuable coin amongst wizards. There are also sickles, the silver ones, and knuts, the bronze ones. One galleon is 17 sickles and one sickle equals 29 knuts." He looked at Ganon's confused face and laughed again. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it." He handed him a pouch. "This pouch is keyed to the Ravenclaw family, only those, who are part of it, may take money from it, others will find the experience to be quite painful, as it should be for thieves.", he said with an evil grin. "You don't like thieves?", Ganon asked, while filling the pouch with galleons, sickles and knuts. Silverfang shook his head. "No goblin does. Money is to be earned through just means. Any goblin, who stole, be it from The Nation, wizards or muggles, is for ever exiled." With those words, he led them back to the surface.
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After Gringotts, Ganon and Flitwick went through Diagon Alley to gather Ganon's school supplies. The things there were to see, were fascinating to Ganon, from men discussing the quality of mandrakes to merchants trying to sell dragon dung, which he thought was gross, there seemed to be everything here. First they bought his books, but the trip proved to be less then pleasant. Everywhere they went, people were watching him, pointing their fingers at him and whispering. When they finally reached 'Flourish and Blotts', things didn't get better. Ganon got all his books just fine, but then he saw a book titled 'Ganondorf Dragmire, The Boy who lived – What you need to know about our saviour'. His face turned into a disgusted scowl and he quickly gathered all the books he was still missing, bought them and stormed out of the store. Flitwick ran after him, but wasn't quite as fast as Ganon. When Ganon finally stopped and Flitwick caught up to him, the diminutive charms professor was panting heavily.
"What happened? Why are you upset?", he asked, his voice full of concern. Ganon sighed, before he told Flitwick about the book. "How can they do something like that? My mother and my brother gave their life for me, and people try to make money out of it?", he said, his voice shaky. Flitwick patted the boy's back. "I know that it upsets you, but we can only change it if we act. If you allow me to take care of it, I promise you, I will get the book banned, okay?" The boy nodded and they continued on their way. The rest of the trip went with out a problem, though people were still watching them. When they reached Ollivander's, Ganon could barely contain his excitement, he was about to get his own wand! They entered the shop, but saw no one at first. Ganon was about to call out, when suddenly an old man shot up behind the counter. The startled Ganon jumped backwards, almost hitting a shelf behind him. "I was wondering when you would come, Mr Dragmire. I will help you in finding the perfect wand for you." Ganon looked over to the many wands, each lying in its own compartment of the shelf. "You made them all yourself?" The wandmaker nodded. "Indeed, and I remember every single one I have sold.", he said and looked over to Flitwick, thinking for a moment. "Hm, pear and unicorn hair, 12 inches long, surprisingly swishy. I hope still serves you well after all these years, Filius." "Of course it does, Garrick, I couldn't wish for any other wand.", Flitwick replied and Ollivander turned back to Ganon. "Now then, let's find the wand, that suits you best."
First they started with birch and dragon heartstring, 10.5 inches, but almost as soon as Ganon had it in his hand, Ollivander took it away from him again. Next came aspen and unicorn hair, 11 inches, but that only made a lamp in the shop explode. After fixing it with a quick, Ollivander brought the next wand, beech and unicorn hair, 10 inches, but again no luck. It kept going like this for a while, until Ollivander stopped. "Could it be?", he mumbled, before leaving and then returning with another wand. "This one is holly and phoenix feather, 11 inches. If this one doesn't fit, I'll only have left for you to try." Ganon took the wand, but as soon as his hand touched the wood, a deafening screech echoed through the shop and stopped, as soon as he let go of the wand. It dropped to the floor and the sound of wood hitting wood rang through the silent store. Ollivander stood there for a moment, his eyes on the wand, before he picked it up. "I have never seen such a rejection before, though it doesn't surprise me. The phoenix that gave the feather for this wand, gave another one, just one. And the wand I made from it, was wielded by the man, who took everything from you." "He-who-must-not-be-named.", Ganon mumbled and Ollivander nodded. He went to put away the wand and returned with a new one. "If this one doesn't work for you, I'll have to make a custom wand, which will be more expensive. But we'll see, now try this one, cherry and dragon heartstring, 11.5 inches." Ganon took the wand and the feeling he had, when his fingers closed around it, was incredible. A warmth swept through his body and he flicked the wand. A piece of paper atop the counter folded itself into a small bird, before it took flight. They all watched it, as it flew around the store, before it landed on the counter again. "Can I keep this one?", Ganon asked with all the innocence a child age could have and both adults smiled at him. "Yes, I think that's the right one for you. And I thought I would never sell this one.", he chuckled, shaking his head. "I made it many years ago, just after I had gotten my mastery degree in wandmaking. Treat the wand well and will never abandon you, but be warned, this combination of wood and core requires a strong mind to control. Since you are a child, it will give you a bit of leeway, but once your older, you need to be disciplined." "Your sounding as if the wands are alive.", Ganon replied. "Oh, but they are, Mr Dragmire, the wand chooses the wizard, not the other way around.", the wandmaker answered mysteriously. Ganon paid 20 galleons for the wand and then left together with Flitwick.
"Have you thought about getting a pet? You can bring either an owl, a cat or a toad with you to Hogwarts.", Flitwick asked him suddenly. "Where can I buy them?" "Come, I'll show you the way."; Flitwick replied. The store he led him to was filled to the brim with all kinds of animals. Ganon went through the store and looked at everything, but nothing really stuck out to him, until he saw it. Inside a cage sat a beautiful hawk. Ganon got close and the hawk looked at him with its intelligent eyes. Slowly he reached out with his hand, careful not to startle the hawk. "I wouldn't do that, if I were you, lad, he bites pretty hard.", the store owner called out to him, while Flitwick simply watched. Instead of biting though, the hawk pressed his head against Ganon's hand in delight. "Well, blimey, bloody thing bit everyone so far. What'd you do, kid?", he owner asked, coming over. "Don't know, just felt like the right thing to do. Can I have him?", he asked Flitwick. "Well, there are rules, as I've told you, but there's a way around them." He drew his wand and waved it over Ganon and the hawk. Almost immediately a golden light glowed at the top of his wand. Satisfied, he put it away again. "Well, aren't you full of surprises, my boy, you have found your familiar, which means you can bring him with you to Hogwarts, as all familiars are allowed there, so long as they are no danger to the other students." Ganon smiled brightly, as he heard that and the gave a happy cry as well. The store owner shook his head. "That would explain everything, why no one could take him. He was waiting for you." He chuckled. "To think that I would sell a familiar to a eleven year old, sounds like some bad story, I tell ya. What's your name, lad?" "Ganondorf Dragmire, sir.", Ganon replied sheepishly. "I hope none of 'em morons out there gave you any trouble. Idiots, the lot of them." He thought for a second. "Normally, I would take 15 galleons for a hawk this magnificent, but since he's your familiar and all, I'll make it eight. How's that sound?"
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Ganon was sitting in the leaky cauldron together with Flitwick. He was quite as Flitwick told him about his family. "Both of them were good friends of mine, but your brother Raven more so then your mother Reyna. Both of them cared a lot about you, although you were adopted. They saved you from a group, that wanted to raise you, so you would become a dark lord like He-who-must-not-be-named. They came to me one day and asked for helped. They lived for a month at Hogwarts, when they were attacked in Hogsmeade. Your mother was killed first and Raven, enraged by her death, fought He-who-must-not-be-named. From what eyewitnesses told me, he fought well and with more power and ferocity then You-know-who had expected. Sadly, like your mother, he didn't survive."
"Why does everyone call him He-who-must-not-be-named or You-know-who?", Ganon asked. "Everyone feared him, his name as well, or rather the one he gave himself." "What was it?" "Voldemort."
When the door to the pub opened, Flitwick looked up. In came a man in purple robes and a turban on his head. When he saw Ganon and Flitwick, he went over to their table. "H-h-hello F-filius, what a-are you do-doing here?" "Ah, Quirinus, a pleasure seeing you here. I helped young Ganon here getting everything for school today. Ganon, this is Professor Quirrel, he teaches Defence against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts." Ganon looked the man. This guy is a teacher, he thought, but stayed polite nonetheless. "Nice meeting you, professor.", he said and offered his hand. Quirrel didn't shake it however. "I h-h-heard th-that you w-w-would be j-j-joining Hog-warts, b-but I'm a-a-afraid I can't s-stay. Im-p-portant bui-s-s-ness, you s-see." With that, he left. "Is he really a teacher?", Ganon asked and Flitwick nodded. "He's brilliant when it comes to the dark arts, but he has a broken mind. He was studying magical creatures in Transylvania, where he ran into a vampire. He has been like this ever since." After they had finished they meal, Flitwick brought him home. "Now, don't forget, the train leaves on the first of September at 11am. Your ticket is in the envelope I gave you earlier. At the station, a wizard will be waiting to show first year muggle-born and raised the way." With that, Flitwick left Ganon, who was almost dying in anticipation.
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The wait for September the first was gruesome, two whole weeks Ganon had to endure, but that time he used to read his school books. They were fascinating, except for History of Magic, which nearly as interesting as muggle history, not even the magical wars could compare to what had happened in World War 1 and 2.
When the day finally came, Laurent Smith, the janitor of the orphanage was the one to drive Ganon to Kings Cross. They drove in silence, until Laurent finally spoke. "So, you exited to go to that school, lad?" "Yes." "What was it called again?" "Hogwarts" The man nodded. "Ah, yes, wish I could've gone there. Make sure to learn plenty of magic." Ganon's head shot around to look a the man. "How..." "Do I know about magic?", he finished the sentence and Ganon nodded. "My parents were both magical, but I have none, like a muggle. I'm a squib, that's what they call us. My parents cast me out of the family as soon as my brother was born. Alone, in a world I didn't know, I was taken in by some muggles and took on their name. I didn't want to be a Malfoy any more." Ganon looked at him in confusion. "Why are you telling me this?" "I still have some friends in the magical world and they've told me, that my brother has a son, who will be starting his education at Hogwarts this year. I know what they probably made my brother into and I'm pretty sure he'll do the same thing to his son. When you meet him, just tell him, that if he wants what's best for House Malfoy, then he doesn't have to be like his father, he has to be better then him. It's up to him after that." He sighed. "Look, lad, the Malfoys ain't the nicest people out there and though I don't know him, I still worry for my nephew." "So you want me to keep an eye on him?", Ganon asked and Laurent nodded. "I know it wouldn't be easy, and you don't have to do it, but if you do, I've got something for ya." While they were waiting for the traffic light to switch, Laurent pulled out a small book from his jacket and handed it to Ganon. "Had it on me, when they threw me out. It'll teach you all about the ancient and noble houses of Magical Britain and how our government works. Should have a section on etiquette to, if I remember correctly. It'll serve you well. Everyone will be looking at you, so make sure to impress them gawpers." Ganon shook his head. "You knew who I was all along, didn't you?" Laurent gave him a cocky grin. "Of course I did, lad."
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Laurent dropped him off at Kings Cross. "Have fun, lad, and keep me updated on my nephew.", he said from inside the car, before he drove off. Ganon took all his things and went to find the man Flitwick had told him about. It didn't take long for Ganon to find the man, or rather for the man to find him. He heard someone whistle and looked around to see a man beckoning him over.
"You're one of the first years, right?", the man asked and Ganon nodded. The man looked him over. "Bit tall for a first year, but that's no problem." He took a look a Ganon's luggage and noticed Horus, Ganon's hawk. "You know, only cats, toads and owls are allowed at Hogwarts. I can't let you board the train with a hawk." "Professor Flitwick said, that it would be okay and that he would sort things out.", Ganon replied, suddenly afraid that he wouldn't be able to bring Horus along. "Ah, you're one of them special cases. Got a few of them every year." He took out a little book. "Let's see, name?" "Ganondorf Dragmire." The man gave him a calculating look, before shifting through the pages. On one he stopped. "Here it is. Ganondorf Dragmire, permission to bring a hawk to school, because of familiar bond." He nodded to himself and put the book away. "Okay then, everything seems to be in order. Now then, I am Professor Locksley, but you won't be having any classes with me until sixth year. I teach Warding, but you'll have to take Ancient Runes if you wanna join my class later." He pointed at the wall behind him. "Go through there and you'll get to the platform. The head girl will be waiting on the other site." He gave him a smile. "I'll see you at Hogwarts, Mr Dragmire."
Going through the wall felt weird, but like Professor Locksley had told him, Platform 9¾ was on the other side. He was greeted by a cheerful girl, who was already wearing her robes, that had a silver badge on them. "Hi, I'm Jane Ashworth, the current head girl. Before you get on the train, just a few little things. While on board, you may use magic, but refrain from using them on any parts of the train or other students. Once the train arrives, leave all of your things, that you won't need until the evening inside the train, they will be taking to the school for you. Should there any problems during the ride, you can find both the head boy, Alan Blackwater and me, as well as Professor Locksley in the teachers compartment. Any more questions?" Ganon shook his head. "Then off you go.", she said with a smile and Ganon boarded the Hogwarts Express.
He found a compartment with only a pale, blond boy sitting inside. Ganon nocked, before entering and the boy looked up from his book. "Hi, may I sit here?" "Sure, go ahead.", the boy said, marked the page he was on and put his book down. "Are you a first year too?", Ganon asked and the boy nodded. "Yes, my name's Draco Malfoy, pleased to meet you.", he said and held out his hand. "I'm Ganondorf Dragmire, but please call me Ganon, my name's way too long.", Ganon replied and shook Draco's hand. So this is Laurent's nephew. Seems like the blond hair runs in the family, Ganon thought, but he had no intention to mention what Laurent had said yet, he would wait and see for now. "Ah, the famous Ganondorf Dragmire. So, you like the attention your getting?", he asked, while Ganon put his trunk and Horus' cage away. "Absolutely hate it. When I went to Diagon Alley, everybody was starring at me. I wish, they would just leave me alone." Draco nodded in understanding. "I know how that feels. My father set two imbeciles, whose fathers he knows, up to follow me around all the time. They just won't leave me alone! I got lucky today and managed to lose them, but I don't for how long." He sighed. "So, what house to you think you'll end up in?" Ganon shrugged. "Don't know yet, maybe Ravenclaw. What about you?" "Well, my father wants me to be in Slytherin." "And what do you want?", Ganon asked. It seems like Laurent was right, he thought. "Well, I guess Ravenclaw wouldn't be to bad, I guess. If I got sorted into any of the other two, my father would have a fit. He wants me to continue the Malfoy legacy." "You don't have to do everything the way your father wants you to, you know.", Ganon said, but Draco shook his head. "You wouldn't say that, if you knew him. He...", Draco stopped when the door was suddenly ripped open. A boy with red hair was standing in the door, pointing his wand at Draco. "Get away from him, Malfoy! A dirty snake like you isn't allowed to annoy him!", he boy screamed and Malfoy glared at him. "We were just having a friendly conversation, until you burst in, Weasley! He came here of his own accord!" The red haired looked at Ganon, his wand still levelled at Draco's face. "You don't want to hang out with some one like him, believe me. His family is as dark as it gets." Ganon snarled and Horus, feeling his anger, screeched. "I don't care about his family. So far, he has been nice to me and I don't someone else to tell, who I should be friends with, so get out!", he bellowed, but instead of doing what he was told, the boy became even angrier. "What did you do to him, dirty snake!", he screamed. He tried to swing his wand at Draco, trying to cast a spell, but Ganon had thought of that. With the superior speed of a Muay Thai practitioner, he pushed Weasley's wand arm to the side, so his spell missed Draco, before throwing the boy to the ground. Getting close to the boy's face, Ganon hissed in a low voice. "Get out!" The boy starred into his eyes, and for a moment he believed to see something else in Ganon's eyes, something older, something menacing. Ganon allowed the boy to stand up, who, almost falling over his own legs, left the compartment as fast as possible. Ganon closed the door again and sat down, before noticing that Draco was looking at him, completely awed.
"What was that?", he asked and Ganon chuckled. "It's called Muay Thai, a muggle martial art. Maybe I can show you some of it at Hogwarts."
They kept talking for a while, until the was a knock and the door opened again. "Can I come in? Most other compartments are either filled to the brim or empty and I don't want to be alone.", she said sheepishly. "I don't have a problem with that. You?", Ganon asked and looked at Draco. "Nope", the other boy answered and the girl smiled. "Thanks.", she said and tried putting her trunk next to Ganon's, but was too short, so Ganon got up and helped her. Thanking him again, she sat down next to him and opened the box she had with her. Out came a little, brown kitten and sat down on her lap. "This is Tommy.", she said, while petting the little thing. She looked up again. "And I'm Meredith Locksley.", she added. "Draco Malfoy.", the blond boy said with a nod and shook her hand. Her eyes widened a bit at his name, but unlike the Weasley boy, she didn't accuse him of being evil. "My name's Ganondorf Dragmire.", Ganon said, shaking her hand as well. She didn't react to it at all and the three of them kept talking, as the train started moving.
AN: There goes chapter 3! I feel like I should leave the chapter size as it is now, but there will probably be some, that a longer or shorter. Next time we'll get to the sorting and just as a little heads up, I did a little update on chapter 2, but it will become important much later.
And just as a little fun fact, one of the wands mentioned, that is neither Ganon's, nor the one Harry has in canon, is the one I got on Pottermore. You can guess witch one it is. Until next time, Zardas out!