Chapter 4: Entering in the world of idiot people for first time
Three years passed quickly.
I was eleven now and Mione was too. She got even cuter and more and more demonstrated the genius for which she was known in the canon. I had already given her a general magic class, modeled on Fate's magical system. Of course they were different systems. The wizards of the Potter universe had no specific magical channels. The magic was in the blood. In a way it kind of put everyone on a common ground when it comes to talent. After all, in Fate the more magic channels the greater the magic reserves while in the world of Harry Potter magic could be increased through training.
But that's not what I meant when I taught her about magic. I just talked about manna and the focus of the magical art which was to alter and shape reality by breaking the rules of physics that shape the universe. For this, mages use manna as fuel and the intention added to the desire to perform spells. I also explained to her that it was difficult and that's why mages used to use magic wands as a focus.
Here, too, I made a point of telling her that limiting herself to the wand was a shame but that abandoning its use was silly. No one learns to run before walking so it doesn't make sense to want to fly skipping all the steps discussed above. I also instilled in her the need not to take any written text as a rule. Magic works differently for different mages and books just guide the mage generically.
It was difficult to convince her of this particular part but I did a good job. In fact my cute little sister had become an amazing child under my proper care. I made a point of emphasizing her behavior and telling me things I 'saw' with my skill about the magical world. Mainly the blatant injustice of the Thoroughbreds to the Mestizos and Muggleborns.
Thanks to that I could say I would have a Hermione 5.0 ready to master all the magical areas Hogwarts has to offer and more.
Of course I also told our parents about the wizarding world and the magic school and my mother almost glared when she learned that the school was boarding school and we would live in a castle far away from her for most of the year. Her cries were frightening for several weeks. See... It dismayed me because I knew her sadness was because of me.
But it wasn't really my fault. I was a needy prodigal genius who suddenly gained maternal attention and affection. No wonder I got attached to the feeling.
Honestly... I loved this mother. And I loved my adoptive father too. And Mione. I was planning to marry her so we can see how important she was to me. So I would be strong. I would strengthen my first wife and then take her on a tour of other universes... she is the sisters she will make throughout our lives.
You might think it wouldn't work like that, but I've told Hermione about it since we were kids. She was crestfallen for a week before demanding to be first wife and first in everything else. We were 8 years old and I was so happy...
Well, we were still children and besides sleeping in each other's arms we didn't do anything else.
Ah, I also used my prescience to know when they would be delivering the letter from Hogwarts to us brothers and was curious to know what name the letter would have. I suspected it would be Castiel Lelouch Granger, as my muggle documents show, but I still wasn't sure. I've waited so long to go to Gringotts just because of that. I didn't want the old bastard to know about me and put me in his plans. I made sure to remind Hermione about not trusting members of the wizarding world at all. Just eat what she took herself or what her own elves cooked and follow the same drinking protocol.
I can't believe the stinky Weasley hadn't used dirty means to marry Suze. After all in the Cursed Child book they didn't get along. It was obvious that potions were used by the bastard to get into my cute sister's pants. I refuse to believe that she would accept the least favored of the Weasley brothers. There were 5 much better ones to choose from and all were much better and more polite choices than the ugly bastard.
Hell, even one of the weird twins who complete each other's sentences were better suited than him.
Well, anyway both Mione and I were eating biscuits with tea brewed by my elf (another lengthy discussion to convince her mainly by exposing that the existence called house elves were an evolved race of homunculi artificially bred to serve witches and that they weren't they live long without feeding on the magic that witches naturally exude and that is why they were servants) when the doorbell rang.
We stared at each other and nodded to each other as I headed for the door after ordering Mikki (my elf) to hide.
"Good morning, how can I help you, ma'am?
I asked politely without opening the doorcompletely.
"Can I know if your guardians are at home?"
"Are you the lady who will tell us about magic?" I asked. It was unfortunately necessary to draw some attention. "I saw a letter before…to and my sister. Dad and Mom are at friends' houses now, but I've already told them about it.
I could see her hesitate in disbelief when she heard me speak and started to frown as she considered my words.
"Are you a seer?"
"Fortune teller? Well... I see things that haven't happened yet so maybe? I've also seen a cat before. It was weird because he had eyeglass marks and looked very stiff. Ah... I saw it when I was very little, but... there was an old man with the cat and a flying motorcycle...
The flurry of words I released left the witch even more impressed. If she wasn't related then maybe she thought I was delusional. But all the things she said indicated that I was the real thing. I knew McGonagaul didn't take scrying seriously because of teacher Sibyl Trelawney because she was a psychic if a single shot and didn't even remember what she predicted after the fact, but the boy...
"When are your parents coming back?"
"They must be coming." Said "I saw your car a few streets away. Please enter. Let me pour you some tea."
I knew she also had a soft spot for polite students. So…there was a chance to have her protection in the future…if and only if I went to Griffindor instead of Slytherin.
"Mione, this is the witch school teacher" I paused a little. "Sorry, I didn't ask her name"
"Ah, my manners! Let me introduce myself properly, I am Minerva McGonnagaul, deputy headmistress of Hogwarts. Here are letters from her. Read it first before anything else." She said and gave us the envelopes with our letters of admission.
I took mine quickly and opened it without seeing the recipient's name. I'd rather see what was in the letter than in the envelope after all... the more tension the better... to train me in occlumency.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Director: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Great Sorcerer, Chief Wizard, High Mage, International Confederation of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Granger
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We are attaching a list of books and equipment needed.
The school year starts on September 1st. We await your owl until the 31st of July at the latest.
Regards
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Director
There was another page that featured the required materials and broomstick reminder that would mean little to rising star Harry Potter, but I think saving the wizarding world has some benefits.
"Mr. Granger... I couldn't help but notice that you don't bear much resemblance to Miss Granger here... Do you have any shape-shifting abilities or something?" it seems that Minerva was thinking too much. I wasn't a Black…or I hoped I wasn't. I sincerely hoped not.
"The father and mother adopted me when I was 3 years old as a teacher. I'm not a biological child of the Grangers," I admitted sadly to get the woman to change the subject. And it worked.
"Oh, I'm sorry... Do you... have any questions about the school?"
This would be the moment when she would make the disclosure of her own house, wouldn't it? I knew it was thanks to Minerva's influence that Mione ended up in the lions' house but I didn't want that to happen after nine. My Mione would go with me to Ravenclaw if she depended on me. Flitiwick was my favorite teacher.
"I want to let the wizarding world impress me." She said smiling "Few things have impressed me since I started seeing things so... I don't want any more spoilers."
An absolute lie. If I could see every second of my day before it happened I would do it without thinking twice. Especially when I was getting ready to go to a school where danger ran rampant every year. Canonical Mione herself was petrified and nearly died in her second year from the basilisk. I refuse to believe that Dumbles didn't know about the snake.
A 12-year-old girl found out what the beast was and he, a seasoned old bastard, spicy as old ginger, didn't he? I call it bullshit.
Anyway Mom and Dad arrived and we went to the diagonal alley to do our shopping. I asked to go to the bank alone and Dad left me without asking too much. I knew the list had already been made and even if I took a blood test and assumed my witch heritage I wouldn't be discovered. In the selection the name used by the old lady will be Granger regardless of who I really am.
Entering the bank for the first time, I asked the first Goblin for a private room and started my business.
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