No one's pov

It had been ten years since young Harry Potter ended up on the front porch of the Dursleys. Ten very long years. Ten years sleeping in a blasted cupboard, ten years having to cope with the picking and prodding of Dudley, and ten years not knowing who he was.

Not knowing the legend of his scar. Not knowing the magical world he had yet to discover. Not knowing he was the most famous boy in the wizard world.

Yes Wizard world. And Harry Potter was right in the middle of it.

After learning he was a wizard he went with Hagrid to Diagon alley where he visited his vault, got wizard robes, an owl named Hedwig, and a very peculiar wand.

The wizarding world seemed perfect to Harry. Now he could cast spells, fly a broom, and go to a school where he could get a fresh start. Harry thought there was no way any one would not absolute love the Wizarding world.

Max Wiars pov

Four blasted years. Four very long terrible years of running. Four years since I found a book and discovered magic. And let me tell you, I hate Magic and it's stupid world.

Now you might be like, how can you hate magic? It's the best thing ever!

Wrong! Magic took everything from me. My mom, my dad, and my home. Yes when I found a book a few years back sitting by an old dumpster I picked it up. It had weird Latin and Greek root words, and other words I haven't heard of, so of course the stupid thing had to be magic.

Little did I know that putting the words together I could make spells. Now you are going to say, don't you need a wand to do that? We'll be quiet and I'll tell you. Apparently I am a very powerful witch…. he…..he…..he...yay me!

Then after I got the book I had the lucky fortune of some bad wizards come and try to kill me. I didn't really care to ask why they were trying to kill me because I was mostly focused on trying not to, what was it again, oh yeah, NOT DIE.

Seriously(no pun intended) could my life get any worse! But wait there's more! Man this feels like an ad commercial. Sorry, got off subject where was I again Oh yeah, my life stinks!

My parents, both muggles, tried to stop them, and were killed. Then the dark wizards took it even further by destroying my house completely when they couldn't find me. So yeah, you get why I don't go head over heals for the wizarding world.

Now you are thinking, if your house was destroyed then where do you live? Easy, I live where I want. And by that I mean I am homeless. Please don't be like,oh my you are homeless. You poor defenseless child….because if you say that I will pull the hair out of your head, because I rather like mine. I am very capable of taking care of myself, in fact I feel pride in doing so.

Now onto the interesting part!

(This takes place on August 18th just for clarification)

Here I am minding my own business at my newest bench, or as I call it, Casa De Max, when I hear a loud pop. I turned around to see an old man, I Quickly recognize is a wizard by his attire. I jumped up into battle stance ready for any attack he might make. But when he turned and looked at me I relaxed my muscles and sat back down. He had a long white beard, a crooked nose, half moon spectacles, and bright twinkling eyes. Then he walked over to me.

"May I sit with you?" The old wizard asked

"As long as you don't mind sitting with me." I said

He chuckled and sat down putting his long slender hands into his robes. But when he took his hand out of his pocket there was a yellow parchment with my name in fancy green writing on the front. Usually when people new my name I would usually get attacked or freak out for no reason and make something explode. But I couldn't help get the feeling this guy was to be trusted. So when he handed it to me I accepted it. I took the paper and ran my fingers over the smooth surface as to make sure it wasn't jinxed had any spells on it.

But apparently my thoughts reached my face because the old man said,

"It's not going to bite you if you're wondering."

I was so confused why this wizard was so nice. Most wizards I had met while running wanted to A. Capture me or B. Kill me. I couldn't keep my question in any longer.

"Who are you? Why are you being nice to me? Most wizards want to kill me. I don't understand why you're here. Did someone send you?" My questions came out in rapid fire.

"I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster at Hogwarts. In that letter it explains everything you need to know."

I opened the letter and looked inside to find two pieces of parchment. I pulled out the first one and opened it. It read

Dear Miss Wiars,

You have been accepted to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.

Term begins September 1st. School supplies is on the nest parchment.

-Professor Mcgonagall

A school full of wizards and witches, the idea blew my mind. Why would anyone want to go to a school of witchcraft? From my experience, learning magic is only more dangerous to yourself. But I continued and pulled out the second piece of paper. On it had a list of what seemed to be the magical school supplies. I looked up at Professor Dumbledore who was staring at me with a smile, but I did not return it

"Why would I go," I asked "to a school of witchcraft and wizardry when all magic does is get people to chase you?"

Dumbledore frowned at my statement and asked, "Who is chasing you my dear?"

I sighed, "Don't know. But ever since I was seven, some bad wizards have been trying to get me to kick the bucket. Until now I didn't know there were decent ones."

Dumbles (I am calling him that now) looked off in the distance as if thinking very deeply about something, then nodding his head sadly.

"I did not know Miss. Wiars forgive me. But let me assure you Hogwarts is the safest place on Earth. It is also a boarding school where children learn to use their magic potentials to do great things, and you Miss. Wiars seem to have great potential."

I thought for a second. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea. It was a boarding school so I would be allowed to have a place to sleep, I would learn how to expand my knowledge of magic so I would be able to protect myself better, and he said it was the safest place on Earth. I looked Dumbles in the eye.

"I'll do it." I said.

"What?" He asked since he was not expecting me to talk so soon.

"I'll do it, I'll go to Hogwarts."

"Splendid!" he cheered, "I will apparate us to Diagon Alley where we will get your school supplies. Once we are done with that you will be spending a few nights before school at the Leaky Cauldron. Grab onto my arm and let's go."

He held out his arm and I took it. I looked at him and smiled like i hadn't in years. Because for the first time in a long time I felt hope.

LATER THAT DAY

No one's pov

Dumbledore popped outside of Hogwarts after an exciting day. He had met Miss. Wiars a powerful witch, and convinced her to come. Also he received a return letter from Hagrid saying Harry Potter was coming to Hogwarts. This year will be special he thought, very special indeed...