Leo POV

Leo was not having a good day. That wasn't out of the ordinary; the life of an orphan wasn't the life everyone wished for, but when shitty cards are dealt you gotta play them the best you can. At least, I think that's how the old geezer said it; whatever, it's not important right now. You have three guys tailing you all for two loaves of bread. You would think a store wouldn't care if two loaves of bread went missing like it's not the end of the world. The two dollars of profit you're getting is not important. Alas, that is the situation I have put myself in. I took a right turn into a gloomy alleyway, silent except for the drip drop of water. The smell made me want to vomit. Dead rats scattered around, it was a ghost town. Graffiti fading off the crumbling walls. Footsteps echoed throughout the alleyway close to me. Only four were the other person. I didn't have time to ponder on that when the two men stepped closer, locking eyes with me. "You lead us on quite the chase, little boy," The man with the red scarf said, a savage grin on his face. I jumped back, encasing myself in darkness again, whispering Visio Noctis(roughly translates to night vision in Latin). My eyes started to burn, but that wasn't important. Right now, the two guys started to cautiously walk forward, not wanting to get caught off guard. The burning sensation stopped as I was surrounded by the darkness of night again. Tch can't hold that for very long. The third person was still missing. Still, I knew roughly where they were. All I had to do was get the jump on them and I'd have a fighting chance. Deciding the bread actually might turn out useful as a weapon, I jumped into where I thought they were, swinging my makeshift club, hitting one on the side of the head and sending him to the floor. Water shot up into the air as a loud splash was made, drenching his companion. Now was my best chance. I took a swing at him, but it seemed they weren't all talk as the guy weaved and threw a counter punch, clocking me directly in the nose. I stumbled backward as I tried to regain my footing. The guy blitzed me, throwing punch after punch as I was forced to block. My arms were already turning purple as he continued his assault, forcing me further back until I was up against the wall, battered and bloody, my arms drooping as blood trickled down my nose, preparing to make my last stand here. "Stupefy" a voice called out. A red laser whistled through the night as the man attacking me dropped to the floor. I slumped against the wall, letting it slow my descent as I plopped to the floor, sighing in relief. I sat there breathing for about 15 seconds before the whole reason I was in this situation came crawling back to me "The bread," I exclaimed. I hurriedly rushed over to see if my food was ruined. Collapsing to my knees as the soggy bread ran through my fingers realizing that I would have to go without food for another day. "You know most people would be more worried about their injuries after fighting two people, but food seems to be the only thing you care about." The voice from earlier said laughing.

"Who are you? Show yourself," I shouted into the night.

"You seem to speak Latin well enough that you shouldn't go about challenging the person who can mark you unconscious with the flick of a wand." The man said, chuckling. "Creating spells and performing them wandless is an astonishing feat for someone of your age."

"What are you talking about wandless spells? We aren't in some fairy tale," I responded.

"Laying it on thick here, aren't ya? Do you expect me to believe that someone who doesn't know about magic created a spell? You'd have a better time convincing me that Harry Potter is Voldemort incarnate." The man deadpanned.

"How does that analogy make sense? Who's Harry Potter, and who's Voldemort? Is there an inside joke I'm missing? I questioned.

"Blimey, you're serious. You don't know about the magical world, do you." The man said unable to contain his shock.

"Well, yeah why would Britain be magical? I only got here a month ago, and it seems more like a dumpster fire rather than magical. I said with uncertainty in my voice.

"What's your age kid?" He asked

"10" I responded.

"Date of birth?" He asked

"August 18th," I responded, confused. I heard him muttering under his breath but could only make out a few words, eight months left, not enough time, family, and Identity.

"One more question, what's your name? He asked

"Leo and my parents left me with the last name Lestrange, a pretty cool name if you ask me," I responded.

"Merlin's wand" The man whispered.

"Merlin also doesn't exist," I called back. Talking to those who are crazy isn't good for your mental health. Even if speaking Latin causes weird stuff to happen, it doesn't necessarily mean that magic exists. Anyone can do this stuff. Well, today was a letdown. I lost my food and ran into a crazy maniac who tried to convince me I could do magic. Today was bad, but hey, I'm tired, so the sweet relief of sleep can now take over and give me eight hours of freedom.

??? POV

That kid is special. He doesn't know about the magical world, and he has found a way to create and use spells wandless. Even though I still have trouble with that, the thing that scares me the most is his last name, Lestrange. That only leaves a few options for his parents and they're all bad ones. It would be a waste to let him be and continue to stagnate if the boy never learns of his heritage. All it takes is one wrong person, and our entire world could get revealed to the muggles. That only leaves me with a few options: one, I pester him about the magical world until he finally cracks and lets me take him in so he can continue to prosper and grow, or option two, I can kidnap him.

What do you guys think about the new story? I think that I have no direction to go with this story, so you guys can dictate it pretty heavily. The second chapter is going to be about him learning about the magical world and probably his training so he can catch up with the people who have known about me their whole lives. This chapter was pretty short. I didn't know what I wanted to do with the opening, so I wrote for half an hour, and here we have it. Well, I was pretty distracted in that half hour, but it's fine. Anyways, anyone wanna guess the mystery character? I don't think it's that difficult. Here's a hint: they died in the first war. Well, in the next chapter, I guess, if that gets posted.

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