The Rebel Who Wasn't Sorted into Slytherin

by FanficQR

Ryan Barett has always been a rebel. But, nobody really understands how he can be so likable at the same time. With his boyish grin and messy hair, he has the ability to captivate someone while plotting so much mischief. But, Ryan will have to come to terms with the fact that people will want him very much. With centuries of enmity, what will happen next to wizardkind? And to Ryan?

1. Chapter 1

Prologue

Ryan Barett was an unusual boy in many ways. For once, he had an enormous disrespect for tradition and rules. And for another, he still managed almost effortlessly to have the effect of charming his peers, elders, and juniors. Nobody knew how he managed to do that. He was just an eleven year old boy who lived in a little area of London called Clerkenwell. It was a fairly nice part of London, being located in the comfortable borough of Islington. Born and raised in a traditional family, Ryan managed to both captivate and irritate practically everyone he met with his boyish grin and infectious smile.

Despite his often rebellious streak, football is the one thing that manages to control the boy. Neighbours often could sight him kicking a football into one of those makeshift nets that his father-Johnathan-setup. Football was something that Ryan and Johnathan both prided themselves on. Mrs. Walton, the elderly neighbour next door, often smiled over the fence as she glanced at Ryan and Johnathan playing games of football on hot summer nights before helping themselves to watermelon and lemonade.

Perhaps it was just his smile or maybe something more, but the real mystery behind Ryan was that he was known to make strange incidents happen around him. One time, when he was five, he managed to shrink a hideous sweater that he had to wear as part of his school uniform. Another time, he managed to soar up onto the top shelves of the library to evade one of his classmates he didn't like. And perhaps most infamously, he managed to change the colour of his teacher's skirt blue by accident. (Although he strongly disliked the pastel pink colour of her dress). Time and time again, his father would read the letters he carried home and glare harder at the paper until his eyes grew tired from the relentless strain he put on them. Despite this, Jonathan Barett was not a man of punishment but rather persuasion. Sometimes he wondered if this was really enough. Or if it was just his character flaw. But, one thing was for sure, Ryan was no ordinary boy from Clerkenwell.