章 1: New Magical School, New Magical Life
"Hogwarts?" I asked my dad, baffled.
"Yes honey, you will transfer there," my dad replied as he folded my favorite shirt with a rainbow embroidery on it.
"We've been through this Kenneth," my poppa said.
Yes. I have two fathers, and they let me call them "dad" and "poppa" to avoid me from confusion. Because well, I get confused easily.
"But Hogwarts can't accept me! I'm 15! 3 more years and I'll be out-"
"Kenneth Hershie Cowell-Reynolds, you are transferring to Hogwarts from Durmstrang Institute. No more "buts"!" my poppa scolded.
I scrunched my face, "Oh, honey," he cooed and hugged me, "I know it's difficult but please bear with it. Your dad's work is hard. Being a council member of the International Wizarding Confederation is never easy."
"Yes, but we've moved nine times already! Nine times, poppa!" I argued. They both gave me sad apologetic smiles. "Isn't that enough?"
"I'm sorry, honey," dad said and joined in the hug. "This will be the last time."
"Okay," I said to them, feeling their sobs on me.
I gotta stay strong. For me and for them.
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"That's the last box, sir," Arnold said to my dad.
"Thank you so much Ar," poppa said and invited Arnold for dinner.
Well, Arnold is my best friend. Being gay and having gay parents made me a target for bullies, especially in a school where "discrimination" isn't as frowned upon. And Arnold stood up for me.
He was my wizard in shining armor.
"So, are you gonna be fine on your own? In Hogwarts, I mean," Arnold ask me as I walked him out the door.
"I'll manage. Thanks for everything Ar," I said and gave him the warmest hug.
"See you, 'Nethwit'," he said with a smile.
"See you, 'Arndvark'."
"All aboard the Hogwarts Express!" the conductor yelled. The chimney-thing on the train spewed out white smoke, signaling that the engine is starting or had already started or whatever. I'm not good at identifying parts of a train.
"I don't think this is a very good idea," I said to my dad as he handed my luggage to the... luggage boy? I'm not good at identifying occupations, either.
I feel like all eyes are on me. A 15-year-old boy entering the school for the very first time. Ha! Seems like a joke.
Is it just my raven black hair? Or my button nose? Or my naturally tanned skin, considering my dad's half Filipino? Aaargh! Nausea found itself just on the edge of my throat. Too much is happening! I can't stand it!
"Dad, are you sure about this?"
"For a thousandth time Kenny-"
Poppa cut dad off, "Ken! Go! Train's leaving." They both gave me hugs and a kiss goodbye before shushing me away.
I gave them a weak smile before entering the train.
Now, where will I sit?
I walked around the train and saw that there are no more vacant cabins.
So, I stood in the middle of the hallway. Like a blithering idiot.
"Hi!" a boy with a silver-ish blonde hair greeted. He wore a beaming smile, like he was carrying sunshine in his pockets.
"Hello, do you not have a seat too?" I asked him.
He shook his head, "Oh, no. I do have a seat actually, but it seems like you don't."
"Yeah, isn't it obvious?" I retorted and shrugged my shoulders. He scrunched his face at my reply. "I'm sorry, I'm just feeling bummed out."
"Well, you're in luck! Me and the gang are looking for one more member!" he cheered before grabbing my hand and dragged me towards a cabin with two more people in.
"Kevin, this is, eh… what was your name was again?" the silver-blonde boy asked me.
"M-My name is Kenneth, but you can call me 'Kenny'," I said and gave all three of them a wave.
"Well, hello Kenny! My name is Alexander," the blonde boy said.
The brunette stood up and shook my hand, "And my name is Kevin, the leader of this group." Kevin is freakishly tall. He's about 6'3 and a muscular. Anyone could mistake him from a Calvin Klein model any day.
Oh, one perk of being, what's some calls as, "a modern wizard" is that I get to hang around Muggles and get to patronize some of their products and cultures. Dad lived with Muggles due to my grandmother's work, so he kind of passed that trait to me. Most Muggles are funny, creative and more often than not, peculiar.
"And I'm Michael!" the ginger boy said, also shaking my hand.
"Well, Kevin, you don't seem like you're 11. Why isn't your name, or face, familiar?" Kevin asked, we sat on the seats. Kevin sat next to me while Alexander and Michael sat on the other side.
While eating the food from the Trolley, which thanks to Alexander's rich family we have quite a lot, I said to them everything. And I mean, everything.
"So, you're also gay?" Michael asked, I nodded my head. I could feel a of panic attack me any moment now. My first friends in Hogwarts might be homophobic.
God bless me.
"Great!" Kevin cheered. I gave him questioning look. "I am the first openly gay student in Hogwarts," he said with a wink.
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Peltivierre Hello! My name is PT Vierre (or you can just call me PT/Vierre), well I wanted to share this story of mine. It's kind of peculiar and to an extent, quite weird. But, I will do my best for you to enjoy this.
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