Kapitel 3: Admission Letter(1)
August 4th, 1990.
Maria Orphanage.
It was a beautiful day outside.
The kind of day that stood in sharp contrast to the last few weeks of clouds and relentless goddamn rain.
He paced around nervously in his bedroom, his mind spinning.
It had been four years since 'that day'
The day his magic first exploded out of him.
So much had changed, and yet not enough.
He had spent four years looking for more answers about magic.
What was magic?
He'd ask this question every single fucking time.
Training, crazy experimentation or just generally trying to find a way to understand how to mobilize his magic effectively.
He stopped pacing and clenched his fists. Four years of this shit and still no solid answers.
Altair had always been driven, but this obsession with magic had consumed him. From the moment he had seen that wizard in the street, making shit float and vanishing in a puff of air, he knew he was on the right track. Magic was real, and he had it inside him. He just had to figure out how to control it.
He knew emotions played part of this so-called control, and to mobilize his magic he'd tried several things.
For the first year, it had been all about things he remembered from fanfics and novels. Summoning spells, telekinesis, elemental magic—he tried them all. And most of it? Utter failure.
But through sheer fucking stubbornness, something had changed.
He was slowly controlling the magic within him, he could make things float, move or push things, albeit slowly.
But it was a start.
The more he used magic, the more he could feel it. It wasn't like some infinite well he could draw from at will—no, it was more like… some kind of spiritual energy flowing through his body, soul? He wasn't sure. But the amount he had wasn't that big, he could feel it grow naturally overtime, however he couldn't increase it by himself.
Using magic had helped him increase his control over it, but it hadn't increased the so called mana pool of his. Atleast not yet.
At the very least it was progress. Even if it was slow as hell.
It hadn't all been magic, though. Early on, Altair decided that if he couldn't boost his magical power, he would at least make sure his body wasn't weak. I mean look at Gandalf? He'd rather wield a sword in onehand and magic in the other, rather than being a bookish wizard who couldn't lift a damn thing without help. So, he threw himself into physical training. Running, lifting anything heavy enough to strain his muscles, and so on.
At first, it had been hell. His body was small and underdeveloped, and the strain left him sore for days.
He really hates training, even in his past life he never enjoyed physical exercise.
Besides, who knew? Maybe physical strength would help with his magic in ways he didn't yet understand.
School had been a different kind of battlefield. He kept his head down, avoided making friends, and focused on his work. It wasn't that he hated people; he just had no interest in forming connections that might hold him back later. The teachers, though, they seemed to take notice. He wasn't trying to be a standout, but somehow, they saw him as a prodigy. Maybe it was because schoolwork felt ridiculously easy when you had already done it before. Either way, they left him alone for the most part, and that suited him just fine.
The real challenge wasn't school, or even his physical training. It was money.
From the start, Altair knew he needed funds if he was ever going to get anywhere in this world. He wasn't going to be stuck in this orphanage forever, but without money, what could he do? His first plan was to copy the shit out of famous books from his past life—stuff like The Lord of the Rings. But as much as he loved those stories, remembering every damn detail was impossible, Atleast for the moment.
Every time he tried to write something down, he'd get stuck on minor plot points or forget key details. That plan was officially on hold until he found a good fucking solution.
Altair sighed as he slumped down into his chair, rubbing his temples as he stared out the window, watching the few clouds drift lazily across the blue sky, when a strange movement caught his eye.
Something was swooping toward the orphanage.
It was an owl.
The owl landed silently on the windowsill, its eyes sharp and intelligent. Nothing too special about it—just an ordinary brown owl but Altair knew what it meant.
"Finally," he muttered, standing up.
The owl tilted it's head curiously before extending one of its leg, revealing a small envelope tied with a string. Altair untied it, feeling the rough parchment between his fingers. He didn't need to read the address; he already knew.
Flipping the envelope over, he saw the Hogwarts crest stamped in green wax. It felt so… weird, but not unexpected.
He opened it and pulled out the familiar letter
' 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. Salvatore
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1.
We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress '
His throat was dry, he read the letter again and again.
Eventually he snapped out of his daze and went towards his desk and tore up a piece of paper from his notebook and began writing the letter.
Thinking for a moment, Altair decided to write it in a normal non retarded way like he usually does.
'
Dear Professor McGonagall,
I am pleased to accept my place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
However I don't have any money to buy these listed textbooks and other supplies.
Which brings me to my other question; where do I buy these supplies?
Yours sincerely,
Altair Salvatore'
He folded the note and tied it to the owl's leg. The bird looked at the twisted grin on the boy's face and took off as fast as it could, disappearing into the bright blue sky.
Altair watched it go and with a smile he grinned even more.
He took the letter and decided to convince the matron about this whole thing.
'I'm pretty sure someone from hogwarts is ill show up and explain these things.' He mused as he ran downstairs.
Chapter end
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