Hp: The Outcast.

Ch. 1 The letter.

The full moon rises in the sky and the creatures of night are coming out of the woods. The Castle that stands on top of the hill overlooking a calm and serene lake and it's creatures. In an office that is lit by candles that are suspended in the air and under the light of those candles is an old man with a long white beard who is scribbling on papers.

He seems quite happy, yet a little concerned about the coming events of the future. An old bird beside him saw his friend and it made a sound which was a mix of a whistle and a coo. It was trying to comfort his old friend.

The old man saw this and he gently roamed his fingers around the bird's head. As he was playing with his bird. A woman entered his office. She had an ostrich green cloak and was wearing a black robe and a big pointy hat. She had a dumbfounded look on her face and in her hand was a parchment and there was a name written on it.

The old man saw her friend in distress or was it something else entirely she showed the parchment to him and as he read the name. He was flabbergasted, he looked at her and she smiled and had tears in her eyes and she said, "He is not a squib."

The old man didn't have words for what he had done, he got up from his throne and he walked to the window and she said, "Albus, he is a wizard. I can't believe it, her son. I can't wait to meet him."

The old man nodded and words came out of his dry mouth and he put on a smile and said, "Yes, Minny. I want to meet the child as well."

Even though the old man put up a happy front his heart was in turmoil. He then turned to her friend and said, "Minny, I need you to remove his last name from the letter."

She looked at him and she was perplexed and she refuted, "Why? He would want to know who he is? It's his right."

He looked at her friend who was enraged and he put on a calm front and said, "Minny, I understand what you are saying, but we need to remember why we put him there in the first place. If he uses it he will be scorned not to mention in great danger from them. I am asking this for his safety. You can tell him yourself once he is ready to know."

She wanted to refuse but she understood why it was necessary and she reluctantly agreed and nodded in agreement but she didn't stay long she left the office in a hurry.

The old man was thinking how his one decision would again influence the wizarding world. Has the darkness already consumed him? Or the light had finally reached him? Granting him asylum. Only time will tell what will become of him.

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I always believed that life as we know it ends after we die. I don't believe that once we die, we are judged for our deeds by a guy who sits on a golden throne or any of the various ideologies that people had. I don't believe it.

I believe that once we die, that's it. You are dead, all your accomplishments, your dreams are buried with you in the dirt. I believed it with my whole heart but all that changed. When I woke up from my slumber.

I was in a deep sleep and I felt a little cold and I tried to shuffle and turn around to be a little more cosy but as I did so all that happened was that I fell on the ground. I was woken up from my sleep, I unwrapped myself from the coarse and stiff blanket and I rubbed my eyes and I got up and I felt weird.

I looked at my hands and even though the room was not lit the full moon aided my eyes. I saw two small hands like that of a child. As I saw it I was perplexed and out of words. I quickly checked my surroundings and I saw a small room with a bed that was so small that you could fall off if you turned too much.

The walls were dull cream colour with a small closet on one side to the room. I turned my head and I saw that there was a window in the room from which the light was coming from and next to it was a small desk. There was a letter placed on the desk.

I tried walking to the desk but my body moved a little awkwardly. The body was foreign to me. As I picked the letter off the desk, a sudden rush of memories hit my head and I remembered what was happening and who I was.


I an orphan, I had fallen sick yesterday and I had died or rather that the previous owner of this body had died at night. And I had taken his place. I have been sleeping for two days.


The nuns were a little worried but I would pop my eyes open here and there so they thought I was fine and besides as time passed the fever also came down.

I opened the letter and I leaned a little closer to the window to read it easily. I put the letter under the light of the moon and the contents of the letter shocked me to my core.

"To, Mr Jonathan.

In-room 15 A

Beeston Orphanage, Nottingham shire