Chapter 13: Art Of Legilimency, and Aiming To Be The Greatest
Quinn looked at Alan, who was sitting in front of him.
They were sitting in their usual room. It was their first lesson after Alan's break. The old mind-arts teacher had his usual relaxed grin on his face, but there was something different about him.
"You got tan." That was it. Alan had gotten a tan.
Alan's smile widened as he told what he had done on his vacation, "I spent an entire month near a beach. Fantastic Weather, relaxing atmosphere, and amazing people. I had the time of my life. Sun is good for a person my age."
They chatted about the things they did during the break. Quinn told Alan about his progress with his occlumency.
"I have increased my primary shield from ten layers to fifty layers. My secondary layer has also gone from five layers to twenty-five layers. I have also worked on my detection layer."
Alan gave him some tips, before deciding that they had done enough catching up and it was time to start learning.
"That was enough catching up. Let's start with our lessons. From now onwards, we will learn legilimency." Alan said before continuing. "Legilimency is the act of magically navigating through the many layers of a person's mind and correctly interpreting one's findings. We know a person who practices this art as a Legilimens. The uneducated might call this mind-reading, but practitioners disdain the term as naïve. And, legilimency isn't just restricted to navigation of the mind, but also affecting the same minds to an extraordinary extent."
Alan spread his arms and declared, "Mind-control, emotion-manipulation, body possession, hypnosis, and many other things. Legilimency is a mind-magic; magic that strives to better understand the workings of the mind. A beautiful magic that has been tainted. Tainted by uneducated people, who only think of it as a means to spy on other's thoughts. Legilimency can be used to help people.
Do you know the profession of Mind healer, Mr. West?"
Quinn nodded and answered the question. "A healer who specializes in mind-related problems and diseases. They heal people whose minds have been disturbed."
Alan nodded and shared, "Every Mind healer is a legilimens. They know the mind from a healing point-of-view. A noble profession that shows and proves that legilimency can be a virtuous branch of magic. Mind-healer brings their patients' minds to peace and helps them through the healing of the most intricate part of their being, their mind."
He pointed at himself and revealed, "Mr. West, I have made mistakes while pursuing the art of mind-magic, and many times have caused damage to my mind. I have taken steps that weren't correct and not a few times that has jeopardized my mental health. But every time, a mind-healer had been there to monitor my recovery and make sure that my mind didn't suffer permanent damage. I, who value my mind above all else, see mind healers in high regard."
Quinn could practically feel Alan's respect for mind healers and the art of legilimency. Which was cemented by what he said next, "Mr. West, I charge a lot for my services. I was bought up in a poor household, so I didn't have any luxuries, so I value money a lot and consider money to be one of the things a person needs to live a happy life. But, whenever I am asked to appear as a guest lecturer to share my knowledge of mind-arts at mind healer conventions, I don't charge a single piece of copper because I know that sharing my experience with them is the betterment of the magical art I love. It is my way of returning to the community that helped me become what I am today."
He looked straight into Alan's eyes and spoke, "So, before we start learning, I would like you to understand that legilimency is not just a magic of harm but also an art of healing. It could do as much good as it can harm. I hope you would understand what legilimency represents and that people don't understand the true essence of this magic."
Quinn's eyes were wide by the time Alan finished his passionate rant. "Mr. Baddeley, I understand what you are trying to convey, don't worry, I won't dishonor the art of legilimency. I understand that there are two sides to a coin.
Now, would you like some water?"
Alan silently nodded as Quinn poured him a glass of water with magic. The old teacher received the glass and gulped it down in one shot. He once again looked at Quinn and expressed. "I apologize Mr. West. I let my feelings overcome me there for a second. I am a bit too sensitive when it comes to mind-magic."
Quinn nodded with a smile, "I noticed. It just shows that you love what you do."
The tanned old man cleared his throat and decides to go back to his lecture, "Now, unlike occlumency, which requires you to work inside your own mind, legilimency requires you to work in the mind of others. Accessing your own mind is simple, as it is yours to command, but other's mind is foreign territory. So, the question that presents itself is how to reach out to someone else's mind? How does one open a path to someone's else mind knowing that the two people have no connection?"
Alan stared straight into Quinn's eyes, and Quinn felt the familiar heaviness from his detection layer. Quinn instinctively pulled up his shield to an active state.
"How does a legilimens accomplish this? How am I able to stretch my magic to your mind?" Alan said as he retrieved his legilimency probe.
Quinn thought about the question for a while before answering. "You once said that eyes are the gateway to the mind."
Alan nodded his head in agreement, "Correct, eyes are the easiest point of entry to the mind, but if you are proficient, you can access the mind without going through the eyes. And, beginners start by trying to access the mind via a person's eyes."
Alan pulled on his sleeve to reveal his bracelet. "The only reason I agreed to teach you legilimency is because of your unique capabilities." He pointed at his bracelet and continued, "Beginners need a magical focus to perform legilimency, but I wanted to see if you could perform focusless legilimency right of the bat."
Alan paused for a moment before remembering something,
"You know you are lucky that your grandfather didn't study legilimency. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to learn legilimency without arising suspicion."
Quinn's eyes widened like saucers as he slapped himself on his head, "Damn it!" Even though it had caused no problems and Alan had taken care of this problem, this could have turned into a big problem. If his grandfather had caught onto this fact, then Quinn wasn't sure how to explain things. And Alan couldn't tell the reason because of his contract.
Quinn massaged his temple as he thought, 'I have to be more careful in the future.' A sigh escaped him as he decided to triple-check his plans in the future. He looked at Alan and asked, "I assume that you already knew that my grandfather didn't know legilimency."
When Alan nodded, causing Quinn to sigh, "I am not going to ask you how you know that."
Alan shrugged and continued teaching. He instructed Quinn to follow his instruction, "Mr. West, I want you to look into my eyes and try to sense my mind. It will take some time, but you will be able to sense it in time. You know that there is a mind that you can access. You just need to believe that you can reach my mind through my eyes, and find a way to connect to it.
Now, please try it out."
Quinn nodded and stared into Alan's eyes while trying to sense anything through his mentor's eyes, but he couldn't find anything. He tried to spread his magic, get it closer to Alan, molded his magic in different ways, but nothing happened.
He continued to try, and somewhere along the way, Quinn started glaring at Alan, which made the older man joke, "Mr. West, you are trying to find my mind, not drill a hole through it."
If it had been any other time, Quinn would have laughed, but currently, he was concentrating, so Alan only got a grunt in response.
It was an hour, multiple attempts, and Alan's patient guidance before Quinn got a hit. He had changed his approach five times, and the fifth time was the charm as Quinn felt the presence of something that felt familiar to his own mind.
Quinn, who was concentrating on Alan's eyes, focused on his whole face before speaking a bit too loudly in exclamation, "I felt something! Was that your mind?"
Alan smiled as he nodded, "I felt your probe. It was weak, but an excellent result for your first time. And yes, that was the edge of my mind that you sensed."
Quinn breathed out a sigh of relief. He looked at Alan and then frowned. "Mr. Baddeley, did you blink because I can't remember you blinking?"
Alan chuckled and shook his head, "I used magic to keep my eyes moist. A handy spell I learned to teach legilimency." Alan quirked his eyebrows and displayed a proud look on his face.
For the rest of the lesson, they repeated the process so that Quinn could get used to it. That was the end of the first legilimency lesson.
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It turned out that the decision of increasing the frequency of lessons from twice a week to thrice a week was a good one as, unlike occlumency, legilimency was tough to practice alone. Quinn couldn't practice legilimency on anyone in the house and could only wait for the next lesson. The only thing he could do was read the theory, and that too was restricted by Alan, who had spelled the legilimency book so that he could read what they were going to learn in the next lesson.
For the next two weeks, Quinn trained with Alan to strengthen his legilimency probe, so that he could dive deeper and faster into others' minds. Lesson-after-lesson was dedicated to improving Quinn's legilimency. The result of the two weeks was that Quinn had gone from feeling the presence of a mind to finally finding the mind.
The first time Quinn had chanced upon Alan's mind was surreal. It was a mental-sight that awed Quinn. Quinn had looked into Alan's eyes, and the next second, his mental sense showed him Alan's occlumency defense.
All he saw was the color blood-red, a blood-red semi-liquid sea as occlumency defense that covered Alan's mind. Quinn noticed how at equal intervals, there would be slight disturbances in the sea of blood-red, and the semi-liquid would move in concentric circles, just like when you touch water, and it creates circle waves. Quinn wondered if Alan was using those disturbances as sonar used sound waves.
Quinn didn't dare approach the blood-red sea, as he didn't know what would happen if he made contact with Alan's defense. An occlumens at the level would have some counter-offense tactics built into his defense.
"How is it, Mr. West?" He heard Alan's voice in his mind. Alan had gotten used to listening to Alan speak directly to his mind, which was disturbing as it meant he had bypassed his defenses and was inside his mind.
Quinn took a moment to gather his thoughts and then spoke, "I feel fear when I look at your defenses." Even though Quinn hadn't touched Alan's shield, it still scared him.
Alan chuckled and revealed, "You feel fear because it is a feature of my defenses. It induces fear in the attacker. I am using legilimency as part of my occlumency defense."
As Alan finished speaking, Quinn found he was no longer feeling fearful and he was feeling normal. "Did you just remove the fear inducer feature?" He got a hum in response.
Quinn continued to observe the blood-red sea and asked, "Is this blood-red semi-liquid your detection layer?" Quinn's own detection layer was translucent in color.
"I don't have a separate detection layer and shields. A separate detection layer and shields is a basic level technique. My defenses are from a much-advanced system. Someday, you too would move on from your current system. And, the blood-red sea isn't even my first line of defense," was Alan's response.
Quinn frowned as he asked, "But, I encountered nothing else." The blood-red sea was the first thing he saw. Quinn was sure he would've noticed something else.
"You didn't notice anything else because I removed my first layer of defense. If my first layer had been active, you would be lost in my defense."
Suddenly, Quinn saw a fog appear around him, but it kept at a distance from him.
"This is my first line of defense. If you had encountered this fog, you would have been lost in it. I designed this fog to confuse the attacker's probe. You wouldn't find the blood-red sea if you encountered the fog. It would have caused you to wander inside itself until you gave up. Mr. West, my defenses incorporates all three occlumency aspects and many of the legilimency aspects. It is an intricate system of multiple parts that work in harmony," said Alan with pride in his voice.
Quinn wondered how much time would it take to reach this level? He wondered if he could ever reach Alan's current level. Unlike Alan, Quinn wasn't aiming to become a mind-arts specialist, and that would divide his time between many fields, so it made him wonder when in his life would Quinn reach Alan's level.
Quinn decided to end his legilimency probe, and when he did, Quinn couldn't help but ask, "How long did it take you to build your defense."
The answer Quinn got showed why Alan was one of the world's best mind-arts specialists. His answer was, "From the day I started learning mind-arts to this very day. It took me this much time to build my defense." He smiled softly before continuing, "I never stopped improving my defenses. It has been decades since someone had broken into my mind, but I still haven't stopped working on it. Mr. West, even I don't know what would it take to break into my mind."
Alan paused before saying something that would stay with Quinn for the rest of his life, "In the past, I always wonder if those powerful ancient magicals could break into my mind if they were alive." Then his eyes glowed with confidence, and he declared, "But, then I concluded that no one could break into my mind, not even those ancient magicals. Do you know why I think that? People always believe that the golden age of magic has passed, that we could never reach the level of ancient magicals like Merlin and Solomon."
Alan scoffed with pure pride as he continued, "I don't believe that the golden age of magic has passed. I am confident that even if the mages who became so powerful that they become gods to non-magicals, they won't be able to break into my mind."
Then he declared,
"I am the golden age of mind-arts."
Quinn felt goosebumps on his skin at the last sentence. Quinn could see that Alan considered himself the best mind-art master that ever lived. Listening to him changed something in Quinn's mindset.
Somewhere in his heart, Quinn thought he could never match the likes of Merlin, mages-turned-gods, Hogwarts founders, or any ancient magical people who reached such a level of magic that we turned them into legends. Just before he was wondering if he could ever surpass Alan in the field of mind-arts. But, listening to Alan made him wondered, why can't he surpass those ancient magicals? Why can't he reach a level where people would turn him into a legend? What is stopping him? Both them and he had the same magic, so he should be able to reach their level.
In his excited state, Quinn looked at Alan and made a declaration of his own.
"I will become the greatest magical that ever lived! I will surpass everyone that came before me and will set myself so high-and-above that no one after me will ever catch up to me."
Alan hearing that let out the loudest laughter Quinn had listened from his old teacher. "Yes, that is the spirit! Aim high and achieve the greatest goal possible."
Both teacher and student laughed loudly. If Alan hadn't warded the room to be soundproof, the other people would definitely wonder what was going inside.
Quinn looked at Alan and challenged, "I will become the greatest, so I will also surpass you in mind-arts. One day, I will break into that mind of yours, and build a defense so strong that you won't be able to break into my mind. So, be ready for that day."
Alan grinned a smile that split his face, "Ha! I will wait for the day you challenge me, brat. You are still wet behind your ears. I guarantee that no one much less than you would be able to break into my mind."
After that day, Quinn continued to learn legilimency with Alan, potions with Elliot, and his own secret magic studies with a renewed and increased vigor caused by a higher goal and belief that he could achieve his aim.
Almost a year later, came July of 1990, and arrived the time for Quinn to enter the next phase of his life. In the first week of July of 1990. Two letters arrived at the West Manor.
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Quinn West - MC - Ten years old - Wants to be the greatest magical that ever lived.
Alan D. Baddeley - Mind-Art Specialist - Considers himself the G.O.A.T in the field of Mind-Arts
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Chapter 14: Letters Arrive, and The Decision
It was another usual morning in the West Manor, and Quinn came down from his room to the dining hall to have breakfast. He hummed as he walked into the hall but was surprised when he saw quite a few people in the room.
His grandfather, George West, Quinn's sister, Lia West, butler, Elliot Dalton, and his caretaker, Ms. Rosey, were all in the dining hall. It was an unusual sight, as Quinn's grandfather and Lia had their breakfast before Quinn even woke up in the morning, and Quinn ate the first meal of the day alone, with either of Elliot, Ms. Rosey, or Polly, the house-elf giving him company.
So, this sight that was out of the norm in the West Manor surprised Quinn. His first course of action was to check the time. Quinn looked at the clock in the dining hall while saying, "Did I wake up early or something?"
But that was not the case, as Quinn was following his daily timings, and neither Lia nor George should be at the house and should be out for work.
He walked to the table with a curious gaze, wondering the reason behind this anomaly, but his curious gaze turned into one of suspicion as he noticed that all the people in the hall were staring at him.
His first thought was that of a minor scare as he turned to Ms. Rosey and desperately tried to assure her, "Ms. Rosey, I properly brushed my teeth, properly took a bath, and combed my hair. I promise!"
Ms. Rosey had grilled Quinn about the importance of proper appearance, and Quinn, on multiple occasions, had failed to stand up to those expectations because he was too busy thinking/daydreaming about magic. The result of failing to comply with the standards set by Ms. Rosey were long dreadful lectures from her. And because of his experiences with Ms. Rosey and her lectures, Quinn wanted to avoid those.
His suspicion got stronger when he saw Ms. Rosey smile. His caretaker smiled a little. She smiled when Quinn performed well, but currently, he was sure that he had done nothing of note that would make her smile. Plus, Lia was giggling in the corner.
George decided to free Quinn of his suspicion and said, "Quinn, today we received two letters addressed to you." Saying that he placed two letter-envelopes in front of him.
The left-side envelope was made from thick beige stationery, and the one on the right was made from very royal blue stationery of similar thickness. Written on the envelopes was the address of the West Manor.
[
Mr. Q. West.
West Manor, West Estate,
Herefordshire,
West Midlands.
]
The beige letter had the address written in English, while the blue letter was in French.
Quinn noticed there was no sender's name on the envelopes, but when Quinn turned the beige envelope, he was the Hogwarts' logo on the lip of the envelope and a Hogwarts' logo-shaped wax seal sealing the envelope.
His eyes widened as he turned to the royal blue envelope, and similarly, it too had a printed logo and wax seal. But this time, they were of the Beauxbaton design that Quinn had seen on Lia's stuff.
"T-this... this!" A stunned Quinn said as he looked up at his grandfather, "A-are these...?"
George West nodded with a smile gracing his face, "Acceptance letters from each Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Beauxbatons Academy Of Magic."
George pointed at the Hogwarts' letter and said, "Since you have been living in Britain, Hogwarts sent you an acceptance letter." He pointed at Beauxbatons' latter and stated, "Beauxbatons sent you the letter because of pedigree. Your grandmother, father, and Lia all went to Beauxbatons. Family members get invitations even if they don't reside in the area where Beauxbatons recruit from. It is up to you where do you want to attend."
Quinn didn't open the letters but looked at George and Lia. George had attended Hogwarts while Lia had attended Beauxbaton, so he had people from both schools, and he knew that both of them would want him to go to their school.
Quinn breathed out and looked at all the people and said, "I will think about it." He looked at Ms. Rosey and asked, "Ms. Rosey, please send me my breakfast to my room. Please, excuse me." Quinn collected both of his letters and walked out of the dining hall before Ms. Rosey could stop him.
George looked at Mr. Rosey and stopped her from calling out to Quinn, "Let him go. He needs to think about it. Please, have Polly send food to his room."
George gazed at the entrance of the dining hall from where Quinn had exited the room. He wondered what would be his grandson's choice.
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Quinn always thought the day he got the acceptance letters from a school would be a happy one. He would be delighted, and it would be time for celebration. But currently, he was feeling down. He was in his room sighing.
When he realized the letters were acceptance letters, his first thought was how he would have to leave his home and stay at a dorm for a major portion of the year. Well, actually, his first thought was how his letters didn't mention the specific room as they did in Harry Potter's letter. He isolated the reason and concluded that it must be because of the wards present around the estate. The wards around the estate didn't allow Hogwarts' magic to find the interior of the West Manor.
But then it hit him. He would have to leave the comfort of his home. The home he had lived in since he had come to this world. He thought how his lessons with Mr. Baddeley would come to an end. How he would no longer be able to maintain the herb garden with Uncle Elliot and their potion lessons would also stop. Even the thought of freedom from Ms. Rosey's tough lessons saddened him. He had a lot of things that he liked in this house, and all of them would end when he left for school.
Even his usual secret magic studies would come to an end, and even though he would be able to do magic in public, it would still take time to get used to a new place. He would need to find a secure place to practice his magic. His worries and vigilance wouldn't ease up because now there would be so many people nearby him at a school full of magical children. One mistake, and the entire school could potentially know things he didn't want them to know about.
Except for the time he had spent traveling, Quinn had spent every day of his new life in this place. The thought of leaving this place, which had become important enough for him to base his mindscape, was an unpleasant one. He wouldn't be able to meet his family for most of the year.
While feeling down, and thinking about the future, Quinn absentmindedly opened his letters. He used magic to safely undo the wax seal without damaging the envelope. The wax seal detached itself from the envelope but stayed on the lip of the envelope.
He gently removed the letter from the envelope and unfolded the two yellowish-beige parchment papers. Just as it in the series, Quinn's letter read.
[
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. West,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
The term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
]
He put aside the first page of the acceptance letter, and on the second page was the list of books and equipment. A smile appeared on his face as he read the list of books.
[
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
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UNIFORM
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First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear.
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar).
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings).
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
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COURSE BOOKS
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All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) - by Miranda Goshawk.
A History of Magic - by Bathilda Bagshot.
Magical Theory - by Adalbert Waffling.
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration - by Emeric Switch.
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi - by Phyllida Spore.
Magical Drafts and Potions - by Arsenius Jigger.
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them - by Newt Scamander.
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection - by Quentin Trimble.
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OTHER EQUIPMENT
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1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2).
1 set glass or crystal vials.
1 telescope.
1 set brass scales.
Students may also bring if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS
ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK.
Yours sincerely,
Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions
]
Quinn had already read all the books from the list. The amount he had learned with the first-year focus and power was much more than what a single school and curriculum taught. Even though many magical communities had joined together to form the International Confederation Of Wizards, they were still pretty xenophobic in nature and isolated from each other.
He could do more things with limited focus and power that any student could imagine doing with the same amount of magical capabilities. Quinn could say that buying books from different cultures and communities was his best decision in both of his lives.
He carefully casted a stasis charm on both pages and the envelope before packing the letter back into the envelope. It didn't matter what school he committed to; Quinn was going to frame the acceptance letter of that school.
Quinn opened Beauxbatons' acceptance letter, and inside were two pale-blue parchment papers. He unfolded the letter, and Beauxbatons' content more pronounced than Hogwarts'.
[
L'ACADÉMIE DE MAGIE DE BEAUXBATONS
Directrice Mme Olympe Maxime
(Education Magique, Ministere de la Magic, Cooperation Internationale, Ordre du Flamel, La Victoire.)
1 July 1990
Cher Monsieur West,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a seat at Beauxbatons Academy Of Magic, "Where Magic Meets Magnificence."
At Beauxbatons Academy, people of an unimaginable nature attend to learn more about their gifts. As well as improving our magic, we learn etiquette, poise, and more.
Look to the back to find enclosed a list of supplies and equipment needed.
The term begins on 1 September. We await your response by no later than 31 July. On reception of your reply, we would book you a portkey for travel at the Ministry Of Magic.
Further details would be provided based on your response.
Au revoir,
Madame Rochelle,
Directrice Adjointe.
]
Quinn nodded as he read the letter, and it certainly had a better first impression than Hogwarts' letter. Even Beauxbatons' equipment list was extensive than Hogwarts' and asked for things like dancing shoes and formal robes.
Quinn repeated the same process of placing stasis charms on parchment papers and the envelope before repacking the letter. He left the letters on his study table and walked to the bed to lie upon it.
He stared at the ceiling in thought. Choosing between two schools was an important decision. He was going to give the next seven years of his life to one of these schools. Quinn wanted to make sure that his decision was the correct one.
As he was pondering on his upcoming decision, Quinn heard a pop; when he turned his head to look, Polly, the house-elf, was standing there with food.
Quinn smiled and spoke to the long-time resident of the West Manor, "Thank you, Polly. Please leave the food on the bedside table. I will eat it shortly."
Polly complied, and before leaving, insisted that he ate his food soon before it cools down, but he knew Polly had already charmed the food to stay warm.
It was not before lunchtime when Quinn came out of his room. He straight went to his grandfather's study to talk. When he entered the study, George West was working on something, but when he saw Quinn enter, he put aside his work and gave all of his attention to his grandson.
Quinn was the first one to speak, "I have looked at both of the letters. I read the equipment and book lists. It is an important decision for me; I would like to have some time before giving you an answer. I will tell you my decision after a week of thinking."
George nodded and spoke, "Take your time."
Quinn sighed before asking, "Can you tell me your experience when you studied at Hogwarts?"
George leaned back, and a small smile of nostalgia surfaced on his face. "My time in Hogwarts was a joyous one. I made lifelong friends, built connections to different people, and grew as a person. I was in the Slytherin house. You see, there is a house system in Hogwarts..."
George went on to explain the house system in Hogwarts. Quinn said nothing and silently listened as he had never talked about Hogwarts with his grandfather, so there was no way he would know anything about Hogwarts. Plus, he was enjoying seeing his grandfather smile and recall his childhood.
George also told him about the castle and its mysterious nature, "Your grandmother went to Beauxbatons, so we told each other our school stories, and if there is one thing that Beauxbatons would never beat Hogwarts is the castle. It is mystical in nature, and if you take time to explore the castle, you would definitely have a magical experience."
George told him stories about the castle and his experiences of being a Prefect and the Head Boy. They continued to talk till lunchtime.
That week Quinn also sought out Lia to know about her experience at Beauxbatons. Beauxbatons sounded like an amazing and unique place to study. She told him about Flamel's annual lecture Beauxbatons hosted. She also explained how Beauxbatons had a diverse and large alumni base, and the academy made significant efforts to keep in contact with their alumni. It sounded like a traditional alumni base present in non-magical colleges.
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The promised week passes, and Quinn had made his decision. At supper, Quinn told his family which school he was going to commit to.
Like a certain basketball player, he announced,
"In this fall... it was a very tough decision. In this fall, I am going to take my talents to Scotland and join the Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry."
Lia looked at her younger brother and asked, "Hogwarts, are you sure?"
Quinn nodded, "Yes, Hogwarts."
"Why?"
Quinn grinned and spoke, "I talked to both you and grandfather. I felt attracted to Hogwarts more than Beauxbatons." He quirked his eyebrow and teased, "Grandfather sold me on Hogwarts, certainly better than you trying to sell me on Beauxbatons. You still have a long way to go, sister."
"You little!" Lia reached over and pinched his cheeks, which he avoided, and stuck out his tongue.
"Quinn, are you sure?" asked George, halting the interaction between the siblings.
Quinn turned to look at his grandfather and retrieved an envelope, and handed it to his grandfather. "Yes, I have made my decision, and it is Hogwarts." The letter in George's hand was Quinn's response to Hogwarts' acceptance letter informing them he will be attending their school.
Quinn's future knowledge heavily influenced his decision. The sole existence of the Room Of Requirements was a crucial factor in his decision. He didn't know if Beauxbatons had a similar room, and even if there was, there was no guarantee he could find it. And, his grandfather had said that Hogwarts castle was a mystical place, and maybe he could find things not shown in the series.
Even though he hadn't extensively thought about the future of Voldemort, death eaters, and the upcoming war. It did factor in when he thought about the school he wanted to go to.
It was the dilemma if you went back into the past and could stop 9/11 or if you could kill Hitler when he was a baby, or stop any major terrorist incidents where lives were lost.
Quinn decided that even though he didn't want to interact with the golden boy as it would attract a lot of unnecessary problems and attention, he would still do his part in secret to prevent lives from being lost.
The next morning, George sent out the letter written by Quinn to Hogwarts via an owl and another letter to Beauxbatons informing that he wasn't going to attend there, and that solidified his decision.
Quinn West was going to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry.
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Sorry, couldn't help but include the letter in the chapter. It is my first Harry Potter fanfiction, and I wanted the letter to be a part of it.
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Quinn West - MC - Finally ELEVEN years old (DOB - July 10, 1979) - Would be attending Hogwarts.
George West - Grandfather - Attended Hogwarts (Head Boy)
Lia West - Elder Sister - Attended Beauxbatons, failed to convince Quinn.
Ms. Rosey - Caretaker - Strict, yet loving.
Polly - House Elf - Takes care of the West Manor and its residents.
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