Hogwarts Legacy: An Ancient Secret

So this is my attempt at reuploading my Hogwarts Legacy idea, the old one I had wasn't working out and I was struggling, but I'm hopeful that this new idea, a single MC, who is a self-insert, done in first person, will be better and work out, anyway, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hogwarts Legacy or its characters.

An Unconventional Wizard

It was a strange sight to anyone that might have looked, the street at night was occupied only by a carriage which was laden with baggage, strangely there didn't appear to be any horses, even though there was a driver sitting at the head of the carriage. Only two other people were present, both of them were part of the Magical community of Britain, for me, I was somewhat of an oddity for the simple reason that my magic hadn't manifested like others, instead only surfacing now, shortly after my fifteenth birthday, not in childhood like others which would lead to an invitation to the premier magical school in Britain at age eleven.

The other figure was an elderly man using his wand to finish packing the luggage, he had grey hair and brown eyes and dressed in blue clothing. His name was Eleazar Fig, a Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry who had been assigned to help me get up to speed and get me safely to Hogwarts. At the moment I was still trying to take all this in, looking around in amazement I even looked down at how I was dressed, neatly in typical Victorian garb, but still something surprising for me, being used to the less than comfy clothing I typically wore in the orphanage I'd lived in since ten years old, abandoned there by my parents for reasons I, at the time, didn't understand.

But now I knew it was because they were disgusted at me apparently being a Squib, a non-magical offspring of Magical Parents. Turns out I wasn't after all.

I was a five foot seven Scottish boy with broad shoulders but an otherwise narrow frame, somewhat pale skin with short dark red hair and hazel eyes behind a pair of gold framed glasses. My Scottish upbringing, coupled with my life in the orphanage, I felt out of place in London.

"Ah, excellent." Professor Fig said at that point as he moved around the carriage.

I turned to face him as he stood before me smiling.

"So." He addressed me, a soft reassuring smile on his face. "I trust you're ready to depart?"

I nodded and replied. "Yes Professor."

"It's a shame we didn't have a bit more time to practice spell casting." He continued. "But I trust you've been trying out what I told you?"

I smiled and nodded, holding out the wand Professor Fig had given me.

"Good." He said. "I must say I've never seen anyone take so well to a second hand wand, you'll be a force to be reckoned with once you get your own."

I couldn't help but grin at that and commented. "I can't wait for that sir. As well as learning everything else..."

Before we could say anything else however we were startled by a popping sound and man had suddenly appeared.

The man was roughly the same height as Professor Fig, slightly portly with dark brown hair and a matching moustache, fair skinned if slightly florid in the face and brown eyes, he dressed smartly but for the moment looked lost, until he turned right around and saw Professor Fig.

"Ah, Eleazar." He said with delight as he walked over.

Fig grinned upon seeing him. "George, I'm so glad you made it, I trust my directions weren't too...difficult."

"I've apparated to more vaguely defined destinations than this." George admitted. "Although I may have overshot slightly on my first attempt, gave some theatre goers quite the scare."

He gave a little laugh at that and Fig just smiled indulgently.

"This is George Osric, he works at the Ministry." He explained as he introduced the man to me, before turning to George. "I must admit I was surprised to get your letter, I thought-"

George quickly raised a hand and looked around, surprisingly no longer jovial.

"Best not to discuss it here Eleazar." He said quietly. "Maybe on the way to the Hogwarts, that is if your companion doesn't mind me joining you?"

"Not at all sir." I replied politely, curious as to what was going on.

"Well then, let us depart." Professor Fig remarked.

We all nodded and began to board the carriage.

"Been years since I was last at the castle, be good to see the old pile or rocks again." George said with his old jovial nature.

But he then stopped and looked around furtively, worried, before getting on the carriage which the driver shook the reigns of and, as if pulled by invisible horses it began to move before suddenly lifting into the sky and moving through the air as we headed off to Hogwarts at last.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.