3 Albus Dumbledore

According to Dumbledore, he received a report from the ministry of magic that a child had lost control of his magical power and several muggles had witnessed it, exposing the magical world.

The ministry had taken control of the situation and Dumbledore is here to give counsel and other stuffs.

So, it is true that I'm in the fantasy world of Harry Potter.

"… That is the extent of everything." Dumbledore closing his explanation.

"Enough!" Father irately shouted, "You will not say it again. We do not want to hear your delusions."

"What I said is true. You may not want to believe it, but your child is special. He is gifted with magic."

"My. Child. Is. Not. A. Witch."

"A wizard." Dumbledore corrected.

"Do not bring your devil's work here. Now leave us!" Father said indignantly.

"I know you loved your child and if you do, you will leave him to us. There is the need to train him or else, terrible things will happen to him."

"Terrible? We are normal people! I don't believe you. I don't believe in anything you said."

Pweww…

The fire rose up from the fireplace and turned into golden flames that don't give off too much heat.

"You think you are living in a normal world?" Dumbledore calmly said.

Such an occurrence had terrified my parents, even me.

Dumbledore continued, "Everything I told you is real. Magic had existed since ancient time."

"No! That is a miracle for devil worshipers! I cannot allow my child to become one!"

"Dear…" My mother then pressed her hands on my father shoulder.

"I assure you, we worship no evil."

"I want you out! Don't come back, or else…"

"…or else?"

"… or else, I will expose you and your kind!"

"I see, then… how about your child?"

"What about my child? He is normal!" [AN: Yup, just another adult trap in a child's body.]

"Are you blind by your selfish pride that you cannot see your son's nature?"

"This has nothing to do with me."

"It is clear that your son has magical talent. He is a wizard." He emphasized, "But you keep on denying it. Let me ask you. Have you notice your son's sudden change in behavior when he awakened his abilities? Such behavior can only be called, eccentric."

"My son behaves just like any other children. Normal children."

"No… I'll prove it. The last fire that burned your entire house isn't the first time it happened, am I right? Last year of April 4th, the same thing happened and by luck, it only burned your carpet. Same in May-September, where your carpet, chairs, tables, and ceiling were burnt. And all of this happened whenever he's near."

I didn't do that? I thought.

"Ugghh…"

"Fire isn't the only thing he is capable of, events such as, objects moving, particularly small objects and unnatural relation to plants and animals. He had done it in multiple occasions. Do you still deny it?"

My father kept his silence and it's my mom that spoke, "Is there a way to make our child normal?"

"Normal? No. He is born a wizard. It is his destiny to become one. It is dangerous when young witches and wizards suppresses their magic. A phenomenon will take over his body, manifesting dark force of complete obscurity."

Dumbledore gave a short pause, looking as if he is reminiscing something of his past.

"Mr. Stanford… Mrs. Stanford… Keeping your child, the way he is now is dangerous to all of us, specially him." He leaned forward, "Hogwarts is a special place for him. And I promised you, he will be guided properly."

The talks continued as it took a very long time for Dumbledore to convinced my parents. Though, he had a hard time in the process.

"If I may, I will have a few words with your son before I go?" Dumbledore asked, my parents hesitated but still they answered with a nod, "Thank you."

We came to my room.

Evidence from the previous horror is still present – the ceiling has claw marks, burnt mattress, the chandelier fell into the floor, marbles scattered all around, pillow feathers everywhere, etc.

In short, it was a huge mess.

"What a fine room." Dumbledore said while scanning the room.

"Sorry? But it was a mess."

"Your parents took extra care of you as they've provided you with much. They must have loved you very much. Anyway, it is not a nice place to talk, isn't it?"

"Then, I will bring you to my father's library."

"There is no need. If I ask you, what do you think of magic?" He said as he took his wand from his sleeve and made a good wave with it.

Then suddenly, the room was filled with energy and everything starts to move back to when it was before.

Ah! I think… I think, I remember this spell! It was the time with Harry Potter when he used it to restore Slugg-or-something's house. I forgot.

Moments later, the messy room was restored back to its former brilliance.

"Done."

"Awesome!" I exclaimed fervently, like a child finding something interesting.

"That's magic." He said and winked.

Dumbledore then pulled a chair (magically) and sat on it near the bed. He then motioned for me to sit at the side of the bed facing him.

A moment of silence enveloped us. I still don't know what to do at this point of time. Although, I still doubt it, but it is not as much as before. Maybe tomorrow, I can wholly accept it.

How do I put it? I have watched all 8 Harry Potter movies. But, I'm not well verse in the flow of the story. However, as far as I can remember, Dumbledore is supposed to be old. Maybe, this is before Harry's time. Ah… I almost forgot everything about it.

"Ehem… Maybe we should properly introduce ourselves."

"Ah… my name is Alfred Stanford… and I'm 11 years old…" I hesitated in my answer.

"Then, I am Albus Dumbledore, a professor at Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry… a school of magic. I am sure you've received the letter?"

"Y-yes…"

"Great…"

Again, silence fell into the room. Well, he mainly observed me. But, it was an awkward atmosphere until he took something from his breast pocket – a small box of chocolate or candy perhaps.

"Would you like to have some sherbet lemon?"

"Sherbet lemon?"

"Sherbet lemon, a kind of sweet from this area… I am quite fond of it." He explained enthusiastically.

"Well, thank you." I then took the candy and ate it.

"You looked bothered? Is there anything that bothers you?"

"No… I, I was just fascinated by your… uhm… magic."

"Good, it is my intention to fascinate you. Tell me the truth, are you not satisfied learning of your true nature? Learning about magic? Being a wizard?"

"I, I'm slightly confused."

It is not that I thought that I am not happy about the existence of magic. I have read many novels about a reincarnated/transported individual in another world. In truth, I want to experience it even if it's impossible and so I thought.

However, I did not expect to be sent in the world of Harry Potter. I mean, what are the chances of a fantasy related series being brought to life?

"Confused? You are the first one I met who isn't charmed by magic but rather confused." He then paused for a moment as though remembering something, "You reminded me of a child I met this morning. When I first saw him, he has very little reaction to magic. But, I thought he's a very promising child. Anyway, you two have similarities."

"How so?"

"The both of you are very clever for your age. Quite charming I must admit. Also, you two are secretive in nature."

"Uh… I don't know what to say. Is that bad?"

"I cannot say." He leaned closer, "Is it?"

"Are you a mind reader?" I suddenly raised a question, though in a child-like manner as to not rouse any suspicion. Though, I already feel like pissing my pants. Afraid I might already spilled the beans.

"Am I? Ho ho… Let me tell you, every man has a secret. There are things that we must keep to ourselves to protect our well-being, friends and love ones. But it is true that there are secrets that can endanger others."

I noticed the change of his voice, so I panicked, "Uhm… I don't have secrets like that…"

"I believed you. And even if you have, I know you can do better."

"You believed me? Do you trust people that easily?"

"Oh, only to a handful of people."

"Then, do you know of my secret?"

"No, I don't. Why do you ask?"

I cough, "Coz, I thought you alre-… uhm… know everything?"

"Hehe… there is no one in this world who knew everything. Why do you think I know everything?"

"It is just my first impression."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, it's just my impression."

We talk a little more, more about Hogwarts, magic, life as wizards, about ourselves and things about muggle's stuffs before he left. But before he left, he said that he enjoyed our talk and left me with a bunch of candies.

What does he think of me, a child? Che~ nom nom nomm…

***

On his way, Dumbledore thought about the two kids he met this day. Both are talented, charismatic, handsome and smart. Although, amidst these good traits, he noticed something about them – as both of them are very peculiar children.

The both of them are afraid to say something that may reveal their secrets. There is always about them feeling insecure over that something.

To Dumbledore, these secrets is of no big deal as he dealt with many other well-kept secrets, dark secrets.

However, this matter may amount to something.

But on the side note, they may have similarities, but he can't neglect their differences.

Trusting his intuition, he has warmer feelings for the latter but intuitively wants to put up his guard to the former.

Still, thinking the two young boys, the thought of introducing them to one another can be rather amusing.

The rivalry between the two will be interesting and beneficial for their development. Something he shared with a friend from the past.

He sure is looking forward to it.

"Hmm… That child's magic is very powerful… and extremely dangerous! It's probably because he had formed an obscurus. He must have been suppressing his power for a long time. The ministry seems to be busy with the threat from Grindel that they failed to monitor a single child. How frustrating. Well, anyhow, I have to do something about it before it matures. It's a miracle he managed to survived to this day." Dumbledore's last thoughts before vanishing.