Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling does.

Jonas Alex Riddle knew he was different than most people. For one thing, he was a wizard. And not the "trick and illusion" kind of wizard. He was a wizard who could do real magic. Although he couldn't pull a rabbit out of a hat, he could do some pretty amazing things on accident. One time, he had lost his stuffed teddy bear and went to bed crying about it. The next morning, he woke up to find it in his arms. He knew what magic and accidental magic were, so he went running in to his mother's room, and told her everything that had happened.

"Mama, I did magic!" Jonas had screamed with joy in her ear.

"Really, Sweetie?" She asked. In response, Jonas nodded his head enthusiastically. "Well that's wonderful! Now, what exactly did you do?" Her tone wasn't disapproving, but excited.

"My teddy came to me!" said Jonas.

"Sir. Teddy came to you?"

"Yeah, I had lost it yesterday."

"Hmm, well Jonas, even though this are very good news, we've still got to eat," his mother said before proceeding to tickle Jonas and going to the kitchen.

But the little, happy Jonas Riddle was no more. He was now a ten year old, soon to be eleven, who did not have a trace of his old self anymore. He was a serious, judgmental, sulky, hot-tempered, very smart, boy. After his mother's disappearance, nothing had been the same.

The sudden change of attitude from his aunt didn't help much either. She would scold at him and tell him how useless he was sometimes; she thought him about how the muggles and muggle-borns were scum; she also talked a lot about how Slytherin was the noblest wizard of all, and that if he didn't make it into that house, she would be severely disappointed.

With time, Jonas had fallen into what she said and grew to hate muggles and muggle-borns. His aunt was always on her guard, and Jonas had yet to discover her soft point. What he did find out about he, was that she had some sort of paranoid habit to look out of the window. When she thought Jonas wasn't looking, she would quickly and almost unnoticeably, take a peak to the outside world. This action drove Jonas out of his mind, for she would do it what seemed like every minute.

He was just thinking about the reasons why she would do that, when said person called his name.

"Jonas, I need to speak with you," she said loudly enough for Jonas to hear her, but with a soft tone. This surprised him, since she hadn't talked like that to him for a very long time.

Curious, he got up from his bed and began his way to the living room, where he thought his aunt's voice had come from. She was sitting in front of the fire, lost in her thoughts. While Jonas couldn't really say his aunt was really pretty, he couldn't say she was ugly. Her dark, wavy hair stopped right around was her heart was; she had a thin, oval face and big dark blue eyes; her lips were little, and she had a scar on her left cheek.

"Your birthday is tomorrow," his aunt said. It wasn't a question, just a mare statement. Jonas snapped his eyes from his aunt's scar to look at her eyes. "And in exactly three months from tomorrow, you'll be going to Hogwarts."

"Yes, Aunt Moritura," Jonas said although he didn't need to.

"I just need you to know that I don't care what house you get sorted in," she said with a very quiet voice.

"But-" Jonas began, wondering what had happened to his aunt.

"Jonas, there are some things I can't really explain right now, but I hope I get to in the future," she said really fast. She got up from her seat, pulled Jonas close to her, and began speaking in an even faster and urgent tone. "When you're a little bit older, I will explain, but for right now, I can't say anymore, Darling."

She stepped away from him and said in an annoying tone, "Now go to your room and play with your things or something, don't just stand there." She strode past him and went to the kitchen, leaving a very confused Jonas behind.

On the day of his birthday, Jonas was woken up by a light tap on the window. Feeling much happier than he had done in a long time, he jumped from bed and to let the owl in. He detached the letter from its leg with shaky fingers and gave it some water before opening his letter. Excited didn't feel like a word Jonas would use to describe what he was feeling. Overjoyed would be more like it. Slowly, he unfolded one of the parchments. It read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Riddle,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Jonas finished reading and let out a breath he didn't know was holding. After all this time, he was finally going to Hogwarts. He couldn't believe it. He forced himself to look away from his acceptance letter, and pulled out another piece of parchment from the letter. This one, he noticed, was considerably larger.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)

by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic

by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory

by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration

by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi

by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions

by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection

by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS

ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK

Yours sincerely,

Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus

Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions.

"Having fun there?" A voice asked from the door.

Jonas turned around, surprised to see his aunt awake at the early hour it was. He nodded and silently passed her the letters. She took them and began to read them, casting a glance at Jonas window every once in a while. A small smile lingered on her lips, and after some minutes, she looked at Jonas.

"Seems like we are going to Diagon Alley," she said.