DEAR READERS,

This part of my storry was taken from one of the movies, but was edited from screen-play to story for this story. I needed this chapter for what is to come.

"Tom? You have a visitor."

The young boy looked up from his bed in the orphanage to see a tall man with long silver hair and beard. The man looked down a crooked nose at him.

"How do you do, Tom?"

The boy stared at him for a moment. Then, in a small voice he murmured; "You're the doctor aren't you?"

"No, I'm a professor."

"I don't believe you," Tom pushed on. "She wants me looked at. They think I'm.." he stopped, trying to find the right word. "different."

"Well, perhaps there right."

"I'm not mad," the boy insisted, feeling a little angry now.

"Hogwarts is not a place for mad people. Hogwarts is a school. A school of magic."

Disbelief spread across his face and he found himself becoming angrier. What the bloody hell was this man talking about? Did he think Tom was stupid? Was he messing with his head?

"You can do things can't you, Tom? That other children can't."

This cought Tom by surprise and before he could stop himself, it was already out; "I can make things move without touching them-" He stopped. Brilliant, he thought. Now this man will defiantly think I'm a nut!

But the look on his face was not one of disbelief or worry, but understanding. So Tom went on; "I can make animals do what I want without training them. I can make bad things happen to people who are mean to me... I can make them hurt. If I want..." There was silence for a moment. "Who are you?"

"Well I'm like you, Tom," the man said kindly. "I'm different."

"Prove it." Just as the words were leaving his moth, the wardrobe across the room burst into flames. Tom's eyes grew wide but the old man was not alarmed or ever surprised. "I think there's something in the wardrobe trying to get out, Tom." The man got up and reached into the flames and as he pulled out the contents, the fire ceased.

"Thievery is not tolerated at Hogwarts, Tom," he scolded, holding out his hand to reveal a small muggle toy. "At Hogwarts you will be taught not only how to use magic, but how to control it. You understand me?" As he slipped the toy into his pocket, he turned to leave.

"I can speak to snakes too," Tom suddenly blurted out. The man turned back, an eyebrow raised. "They find me... whisper things... Is that normal, for someone like me?"

At last, what Tom was looking for; surprise and shock spread across the man's face. He didn't even need to answer. It was all to clear that what Tom had been told since he had arrived at the orphanage was true.. he was, in fact, different...