Chapter 1. Auror

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Auror Shacklebolt let out a frustrated sign. Ever since the Department of Mystery incident last month, You-know-who has come out in the open, attacking both the Muggle and Wizarding world fiercely. The death troll just kept on rising. Just this morning, he and his partner, Auror Milford, was sent to check on a magical distrubrance occurred in a muggle district. It seems the Death Eaters were again "entertaining" themseleves. The Aurors discovered a dead muggle couple, an unconcious boy and most curiously two dead Death Eaters. A check on their wands revealed the Death Eaters most likely have killed each other. As of the resaon, throught Shackbolt, who underdatnds Death Eaters anyway.

His thoughts drifts back to this morning.

The poor Muggle boy, Shacklebolt shook his head and looked down at the young boy listening intently to Milford. Orphaned. He can't be older than ten.

"So magic exists?" grasped the boy after listening to the longwinded explanation of the wizarding world.

"Yes," Auror Milford chuckled. "We have a few questions to ask you."

"Okay."

"Let's start with your name."

"Um." Avada Kedavra. A green light flashed through the boy's mind. He burst out the first thing he remembers "Avan…Da Kedavia".

"Ok. Avan. How old are you?"

Avan looked at the mirror beside his bed. He noticed his childish face, messy brown hair that's sticking out all over the place and vivid green eyes.

"Eleven?" replied Avan.

"Good job. Do you know what happened to your parents?"

Flashback –

"Your parents died in a car accident. No questions! Go back to your cupboard!" said a nasty women's voice.

Flashback –

Avan looked down, "They are dead, sir."

Shacklebolt shared a look with Milford. "Do you remember what happened?"

"No sir. Just a lot of green lights."

While Milford continued to question the Child, Shacklebolt turns to Healer Faith, "What happened to him?"

"Some very dark magic were casted on the boy. We think it's one of the Unforgivables. It seems that he's in shock, the boy has amnesia."

"Amnesia!"

"Yes, but he should recover soon."

"Oh. Is he a wizard?"

"No, no. There's no trace magic in his core, we'll have to obliviate the poor boy."

At this moment, Milford rejoined them. "Well. It seems Avan doesn't have any other relatives. So he'll end up going to one of those Muggle orphanages… Curse those heartless bastards."

Three of them fell into consensual silence.

Then Shacklebolt's eyes fell upon this morning's Daily Prophet, the headline screamed in large, bold letters "The boy-who-lived missing, ministry in panic chaos." He groaned, where did they gotten that information, himself had just found out yesterday at the emergency Order meeting. All Order members and Aurors were dispatched immediately, but so far their searches prove bleak. Shacklebolt could only pray for a miracle. War has been raging for only one month and we're already losing, thoughts Shacklebolt as his face clouds with worry.

Boom, Boom. Suddenly Auror Tonks burst into his office, knocking over a chair, interrupting Shacklebolt's train of thoughts.

"Come on. Emergency Order meeting." She shouted running out, while knocking over a lamp. Boom, Boom.

Shacklebolt signed again, he picked up the lamp, placed it back on his desk and hurried after her.

Avan Da Kedavia has been staying at Northern London's Orphanage for over a month now. It's an okay life, quite dull really. The food is awful, and the strict curfew at nine is torture, but other than that everything else is fine. He's quite taking by football, and discovered a talent for it too (he have an excellent reflex). Also Avan had made some friends. However since kids here all grew up together, they are much closer with each other than with Avan.

At the same time, Avan has much bigger problems. His memory, no matter what the Healers have said, did not return. Every time Avan tried hard to recall his past, he would get these splitting headaches, especially on this spot on his forehead.

Also, Avan gets the strangest nightmares. Sometimes it's him chasing a large black dog but never catches it; sometimes there's a kind man with glasses and pretty red-haired women disappearing into a green light; and other times there's a crystal ball telling him "neither can live while the other survives" and then there's this cold laugh, so cold that it seems to frozen all of Avan's blood.

Everyday, Avan wondered about his past; he wondered about his dreams; but mostly he just wondered about the magic world. Ever since he discovered the truth about the wizarding world, Avan can't help but feel he belongs there. Avan could almost feel the magic inside him; he wants to know more about the wizarding world, he wants, more than anything, to be a wizard.

Then one day, fifteen-year-old Eugenia took him along with twelve-years-old Mavis, eleven-years-old Edward and five-years-old Sally out shopping. They had just brought a red balloon for Sally, when a series of deafening pops erupted beside their ear.

"What was that?" cried a bewildered Eugenia.

Avan didn't answer; he could only stare as men in black cloaks appeared out of thin air and started to shoot spells out of their wands. The public was startled, they couldn't comprehend the situation. Everyone stood frozen in their places, until a stray green beam hit a cyclist. Avan watched in horror as the cyclist hit the ground in a strident thud, dead.

"Get down!" Avan shouted. He grabbed his friends and pulled them behind a car. Then panic exploded around them, screaming pedestrians ran in all directions, cars crashed into one another and then into shops. The Death Eaters just laughed as they continue to levitate people into the air and set fire on all the shops.

Then Avan hears another series of pops, he bravely peaked his head out. This time Avan watched in awe as the new arrivals start to beat the Death Eaters back. He recognized Shacklebolt and a woman with pink hair fighting four Death Eaters, shouting spell at them, duck, and shout more spells.

As Avan was concentrating on the battle, he didn't notice young Sally has let go of his hand. She had lost her balloon, now she's running out from their hiding place to chase her balloon.

"Sally, No." Screamed Avan, as he watched Sally runs straight in the path of a spell.

At the most critical moment, a brown-haired man jumped out just in time to push Sally out of harm's way. Avan darted across the street; he picked up the now crying Sally, ran back and handed her over to Eugenia. Avan refocused his attention on the battle. The brown-haired man seems to be hurt; he's lying on the ground, breathing heavily. A Death Eater was standing over him.

"If it isn't Remus, the Order's favorite lap wolf," the Death Eater said in a menacing voice.

Remus didn't reply. His eyes darted around, trying to relocate his wand.

"Looking for this?" The Death Eater picked up Remus' wand and tossed it away. "Crucio."

The wand landed right in font of Avan. Avan grabbed it, as he set eyes on Remus flinching and screaming in pain; suddenly Avan knew what he has to do.

Flashback –

"Harry, pay attention, the third task is in a week. Now try this spell."

"Stupefy"

Flashback –

Avan jumped out, "Stupefy" he shouted. A beam of red light shot out of the wand and hit the Death Eater. Avan froze in shock as the Death Eater hits the ground, and then he suddenly snapped out of it. Remembering that he should return Remus' wand, Avan ran toward the man.

"Oh, no, you don't." A green beam speeded towards Avan. Avan ducks swiftly, pointed the wand toward the other Death Eater and shouts again "Stupefy".

Before Avan even had the chance to see if his spell hit, he heard a furious cry coming from behind him, "You brat". Avan turned around just in time to witness a flash of light and felt a sharp pain in his arm, before he passed out completely.