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The Sorcerer from Pelham Manor
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I always wanted to be a wizard.
Growing up I loved reading the Harry Potter books, so the idea of a school made only for wizards was fascinating to me. When I grew up a bit more, I learned even though J.K. Rowling had popularized the idea of a wizard school, she hadn't invented the idea.
It had already existed in Britain for centuries.
So imagine my surprise and excitement when I was reborn at the age of twenty two, into the suspenders and tiny yellow socks of baby Robert Julius Pelham. One powerful enough with magic to levitate wooden blocks with his mind, but who still needed to wear diapers.
It was a tightrope I balanced constantly. Having the developing motor abilities of a five year old but fully adapted to being able to read the copies of the Daily Prophet Julius Pelham read every morning.
We were a broom making family I'd come to learn. One so secluded that we didn't trust house elves with anything at all after one of the Pelhams in our line had a mishap with them, so I grew up a bit isolated.
Marriane Pelham, my mother, was sisters with Miranda Goshawk, a famous witch who wrote the Standard Books of Spells.
When I was old enough to read without needing to get weird looks from either of my parents, I tore through every book on Hogwarts and magic I could find within the estate where I lived.
The estate itself was something out of a fairy tail, it reminded me heavily of the manor depicted in The Secret Garden, large enough to house secrets that I was unable to find. Even with magic.
My connection to the arcane seemed wildly normal, as the Standard Book of Spells appeared well, standard.
There were clear limits as to what eleven year old wizards could do with a wand.
And why use a wand? I wondered while reading the book fireside one rainy evening.
After a bit of reading, as powerful as any wizard may be, the wand was their conduit, their focus for their magic. No wizards could make things fly, transform, or be destroyed simply by willing them so, or even with hand gestures as I remembered Sorcerer Supreme Dr. Strange could.
In this universe, magic wasn't limited. It only appeared limited by the user according to every book I found.
The years passed and the book shelves emptied on medieval and magical history.
They would remember the name, Robert Pelham.
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A/N:
The first question I'm asking myself is Slytherin? Or Ravenclaw?
Those are the mains for Robert. Everything else will fall into place. I will of course be fleshing out the main fixes from the first A Flight Into Games, that despite the popularity it arose, had glaring issues that led to my abandonment of the fic.
1. No Universe Jumping
This is just unnecessary. Other than Voldemort's Era or that of the Four Founders, the Marauder's Era is the most interesting. So changing the setting to anywhere else is pointless.
2. Character Interaction and Development
There were valid critiques that Robert acted very childishly in the first few chapters, I'll be fixing that. Robert will act more along the lines of someone mentally his age. He also cut himself off very strongly from his peers while judging them ultra harshly, when this fic is intended for fans of Harry Potter of course.
3. Faction and Magic Development
Robert will either be heavily involved in Slytherin or Ravenclaw's legacy, and I plan to include Ancient Magic most likely from Hogwarts Legacy. Magic will be a whole lot more interesting within all the spells and enchantments Rowling gave us, and will be more open ended.
I can't say much more other than, you'll see.
Thank you all for reading and I hope you all have a nice day.