'What brings the Maxia to London?' asked the non-magical taxi driver taking the boy and his father to the Leaky Cauldron. 'You got a meeting with one of your insiders?'
'Yes.' replied the boy's father. 'My son and I will be meeting with one of our people in the ministry for magic and a staff member at a wizarding school to get my son enrolled there and forge documents that show us as migrating Australian wizards.'
'That so?' laughed the taxi driver. 'How old is your son. I've two kids of my own, see? Twins they are, both ten years of age! Richard and Fontanne… My wife's French.'
The boy's father laughed. 'An English man marrying a French woman? I never thought I'd see thee day!'
While the two grown men talked, the young boy stared out the window of the taxi he was in. 'London is very different to back home.' Thought the boy. 'Everything is so close together, the streets are so narrow, yet so many people can fit on them… and these cars… they certainly would make travelling around the Great Sandy alot easier. They do, however, lack the charm of a horse and wagon.' The boy looked around and saw a shabby looking pub in-between a group of shops with a sign a above the door that said 'The Leaky Cauldron'.
'The Leaky Cauldron? Is that the place we're going, father?' The boy said curiously.
'Pardon? Oh yes it is! That was a good spot son, thank you. Sorry sir, we'll be getting out here.'
'Alright, I'll stop here; I can't see these magical places; so you will have to make your own way from here.' The driver said, pulling out paper and a pen to write something down. 'If you get access to phone; give me a call sometime.' He handed the paper to the boy's father.
The boy's father took the paper and pocketed it. 'Thanks.' He said. 'We will. See you around sometime.'
The taxi driver smiled and bid the boy and his father good day before driving off continue his work.
'Father, who are we meeting in this place?' The boy asked, as he walked with his father towards the Leaky Cauldron.
His father sighed. 'We'll be meeting a man from the wizarding Ministry, Rufus Scrimgeour; he's head of what the Wizard's call the "Auror Department", they're like our enforcers and… ahh, I don't remember the other. He works at Hogwarts though, so he'll get you enrolled at the Wizarding School.'
The boy sighed. 'Well let's go shall we?' He said picking up his bags.
'Yes, let's go.' His father said. 'I'm rather tired and I want to go to sleep.' He picked up his bags and they both walked down the street and carefully entered the Leaky Cauldron.
As they entered the first thing that the boy noticed was the smell: this place didn't smell clean but it didn't smell particularly fowl either, it smelt more musty and old more than anything. Next he noticed the room he was standing in: it was dark and a bit dingy but it didn't look like a place with a bad reputation, it looked like a run-down country pub that people visited from time to time; and finally he noticed the people: starting with the man behind the bar, he looked old; yet healthy, maybe in his seventies; or around about that age, then the people sitting at the bar, they all looked different from each-other; some were clearly well to do; others were clearly far poorer and kinds of people in-between, yet by the time the boy had finished looking at this new place his father was walking off to the furthest darkest corner of the pub.
'Come on son, I found who we're looking for!' He called when he noticed his wasn't with him.
The boy grabbed his things again and followed his father to the dark corner. As he reached the corner he saw a table with two people sitting at it, one was hidden in complete shadow and the other was a rough looking man, he was scarred, with brown and grey hair that came to his shoulders in a tawney mess of curls. The mad stood up and greeted his father he was squat man, around about 5 foot 10 inches, with nice suit and shiny leather shoes. When he turned to greet him, the boy could see that he had eyes the same colour as that of a lion.
'It's good to meet you, son. I am Rufus Scrimgeour, head of the Auror Department and one of the Maxia's few wizarding agents in this part of England.' He spoke with a rough voice, almost like a growling lion. 'Please sit, we have important matters to discuss.'
The boy introduced him-self to Rufus and sat down at the table. The man that was hidden in the shadows leant forwards as his father sat down and introduced him-self. He spoke with a kind voice that sounded as though the wisdom of the ages flowed through him. The boy didn't hear what he said as he was too caught up in the tone of his voice. Then the man leant further forwards towards the boy and brought him-self into full view.
This man was wearing an extravagant purple robe and pointed hat covered in silver stars and moons that actually sparkled! He had shiny silver-grey hair that went past his shoulders, with a long beard to match, he had a kind and old face and he wore half-moon spectacles.
The boy was in awe of him as spoke. 'Hello my boy. My name is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore; although you can just call me Dumbledore. I know who you are of course; your father told me all about you. Let me tell you about me. I'm head-master at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry and have been for many years, I am also a wizard born Maxia, unlike Rufus; who works to improve our standing in the wizarding world, I will be looking after you during your time at Hogwarts and handling your Maxia studies whilst there while your father searches for this criminal-'
'Speaking of that man.' Rufus interrupted. 'We publicly named him as an escaped prisoner so we could get him in custody sooner, it almost worked, we had a team of Aurors tracking him, he got as far as Norwich and then we lost him. We're sorry we should have been more careful, we assume he's left the country. Again we're sorry to say, we have no idea where he's fled to.'