Capítulo 1: The Letter
On a street located somewhere in England, there lies a house. It sits daintily on the corner with a rather bizarre looking front yard.
Firstly, there stood a massive tree of unknown origins standing proud like a forest giant. On this tree was a very contrasting bright neon bird house that seemed to be big enough for two owls.
Secondly, right underneath the windows were small little hedges cut into beautiful sculptures of animals. However, these animals were unlike anything ever seen before. One resembled a bird headed horse with wings. Another resembled a lion with a women's head.
The most bizarre part of the house wasn't it's appearance, but what existed within. The small family of three, a husband and his wife and a child, lived in the exotic house with an equal amount of bizarreness.
The father was a strong handsome man of about six feet tall, and had a very unique passion for anything that had relation to electricity. Why, when you gave him a lightbulb as a gift, he would reveal a brilliant smile that would lit up the street.
The wife was as equally extraordinary. While her behavior and actions remained in the realm of mundane, her apparel was not. She was often found walking out to shop for some groceries in robes. Nothing but robes. Whether the season was a hot summer day or a chilly winter morning, she only wore a robe. However, none could point and laugh due to her beauty.
Now the boy was special, special indeed. He was known for being intelligent and kind. Extraordinary and handsome, yet at the same time, probably the most ordinary thing in the house. The boy was naturally charismatic and handsome. However, his handsomeness was, to a certain extent, covered by the yet to disappear baby fat present on his face. So he was extraordinarily cute instead. Another thing about him was that no one seemed to be able to despise him.
The boy's name was Arth, short for Arthur. Arth was an adopted child, which came as a surprise to the neighbors as the three seemed to fit like a puzzle.
Arth opened the door to the front yard and took a deep breath. Seeing that he had appeared, a friendly neighbor called out.
"Good weather we're having, ain't that right Arthur?"
The boy replied with a smile.
"Yes Mr. Watson. It is a nice day we have today."
"It almost makes me want to shed these old bones of mine and run around like the young man I once was. You better cherish you life son, less you end up like me."
"I'll make sure to keep that in mind sir."
Mr. Watson watched as Arth got down and went towards the tree.
"Are you collecting mail again?"
"Yes Mr. Watson. My dad said he was waiting for this weeks daily issue to come out for ages."
Arth walked up towards the tree and gave a low harmonic whistle. Immediately a great horned owl swooped down and dropped several letters and a daily issue of his fathers favorite news before heading back into the sky.
Mr. Watson sighed.
"It never ceases to amaze me. How exactly did those parents of yours trained an owl to deliver their mail."
Arth smiled.
"I do too sir."
"Do tell Aria and Maxwell my greetings, and tell your mom that her apple pie's are absolutely heavenly. My wife and I enjoyed eating it greatly."
"I'll tell my mom that you enjoyed it."
"Good son, well better hurry up. Your father probably wants to read that newspaper. Don't keep him waiting."
Arth turned around to head back into his house.
"Goodbye Mr. Watson."
"Goodbye Arthur."
When Arth opened the door, a fragrant aroma hit him causing him to unconsciously feel hungry. With quick yet soft footsteps, Arth hurried his way towards the kitchen. When he entered, he saw a young woman humming as she cooked delightful wonders in her pan.
A deep yet cheerful voice called out to him.
"You little rascal, Why did it take you so long to fetch the papers? Did a pretty girl pass by?"
A large hand rustled Arth's hair with a rough yet warm touch. Arth pouted playfully at his father.
"The next door neighbor was talking with me. If you think I'm to slow, then go fetch it yourself next time."
"You little rascal, only eleven but already going against your dad? You need some punishment."
The father's hand reached past Arth's feeble attempts at defending himself and started to furiously tickle the sides of his stomach.
Arth couldn't keep up the pout as he fell into a series of hysterical laughter.
"Can you two boys not horse around at the kitchen."
"Yes ma'am."
"Ok mom."
"Aww You little honey pie, my sweet little darling. Aren't you hungry, you guys look absolutely starving. Go sit at the table and I serve you a breakfast you won't forget."
The two boys patiently waited at the table. Arth's dad was reading the daily paper with a smile.
"Hey Aria, apparently the boy Harry Potter is going to Hogwarts this year."
Aria replied from the kitchen with a questioning voice.
"The boy is already eleven? It seems like it was only yesterday when he rose to fame for the first time."
Arth tilted his head towards the side.
"Who is this Harry boy you constantly talk about?"
"He's a boy your age that's pretty famous with my friends."
"Ok. Oh, I forgot about it but what do I do with the extra letters?"
His father nonchalantly waved his hand while lazily reading the paper.
"Just leave it on my desk, I'll read it later."
Arth took the letters and went to his fathers work desk. While he was stacking the letters neatly in a pile, a yellowish envelope with emerald green ink caught his eye.
Arth couldn't help but take the letter out and examine it.
Mr. A. Kingscrown
The very first line on the letter read his and his parents last name. After reading on a bit more, Arth realized that the address written was his own. He flipped the envelope backwards. On the back was a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms. A lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake all encircling a large H.
Was this from a relative of his dad?
Arth called out to his father.
"Hey dad, Do you have a relative by the name A. Kingscrown?"
"Not any that I remember, why the random question?"
Arth looked back at the envelope.
"We just received a letter that has the name Mr. A. Kingscrown and our address written down in green ink."
"What?"
"The letter is a bit yellow and on the back there is a purple seal with a lion, snake, a badger, and an eagle."
Arth heard the sound of a pan dropping and furious feet running towards him. His dad and mom ran into the room with hidden excitement. His father reached out his hand.
"Show me the letter boy."
Arth complied and handed over the yellow envelope. At the sight of it, the mother let out a gasp.
"It is unmistakable."
Arth's father seemed to get even more excited.
"It is definitely it honey, our son is one of us!"
Arth looked up at the figures of his parents that were trembling with happiness.
"What exactly is that envelope?"
Arth's father had put on a face of realization.
"I'm sorry Arth, I shouldn't be leaving you out."
"Who is that letter for?"
"The letter is for you my son. Go on, open it."
Arth skeptically opened up the letter and 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. Kingscrown,
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
After finishing the letter, Arth glanced back at his parents who were still radiating excitement.
"What does this exactly mean?"
"It means, my boy. It means that you have gotten into Hogwarts."
His father once again ruffled Arth's hair, but this time, with a little more passion.
"It means... that you..."
The whole room brightened up at the smile of his father.
"It means that you... are a wizard."
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Random thought.
This was better that I expected. I have read many fanfic about HP and one thing I hated was that it sort of went away from the original style of the book. This was my best attempt at trying to write in the OG style but don’t expect the perfection.
I might do daily updates but then again I’m a student soooooo...
But I’ll promise I’ll do a chapter at least every 2 days.
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