Natural Born Talent I
~~~(POV: Albus Wolfric Dumbledore)~~~
~~~(Location: Hogwarts)~~~
~~~(Date: December 16th, 1985)~~~
~~~(Time: 7:27 PM)~~~
A child not even seven has used magic in such a violent way. While accidental magic is common in small ways, I've never heard of making someone's head explode.
Alexander Aevum, exceptional cases as his exist.
Tom was one, and there were others before him. I pull out my wand and give it a wave. A letter is automatically written. I want to speak to the child.
It'll be at least a day before the Ministry is done, wiping the minds of those involved. I'll head to Britain. I'll have other things to attend to while I'm there. Minerva comes into my office a minute later.
"I want you to find any information you can on Alexander Aevum. Send any findings to my office. Sorry for summoning you with no warning like that."
Minvera wastes no time and leaves. I lean back in my chair and read another report. Harry has been having a hard time with his in-laws. The protection will remain if he's with Petunia.
However, he's safe from Tom and his leftover followers. His defeat in '81 has shattered the Death Eaters, but some of the most loyal will look for him.
I stand up from my chair and head to my balcony. I look off the edge at the scenery I've seen thousands of times.
~~~(POV: Minerva Mcgonagall)~~~
~~~(Location: Hogwarts)~~~
~~~(Date: December 16th, 1985)~~~
~~~(Time: 8:03 PM)~~~
Nothing appears about Alexander Aevum. It's like he appeared out of nowhere. All we have is his date of birth and the year he's supposed to be admitted.
Mistakes like this have never been made. I huff at myself and bring up what I've found, which is almost nothing. I make my way toward the Headmaster's office and enter.
He turns to me and puts his glasses on. I hand him the single piece of parchment. He raises his eyes at me from the paper as his face points toward it.
"This can't be everything?"
His questioning voice doesn't make the situation any clearer. I clasp my hands in front of me and straighten my form. I nod my head quickly with a single nod.
He turns his attention back to the paper and scoffs lightly.
"All we have on him is his name and date of birth? What about his parents? Is he from a muggle family? Is he Pureblood?"
I shake my head in agreed confusion with Albus. Whenever a child is born with magic, they're written in the book, along with any relevant information.
Alexander Aevum is an exception, it seems.
"All the more reason to show concern than..."
He turns with the parchment in hand and looks into the landscape again.
I take my leave and head towards my chambers. This is strange, more so than I can put down in memory.
He should be coming to Hogwarts in 1991. He's too young to get accepted for the 1990 year. First-years are usually 11 or 12 years old. So he'll fit in fine. But that's many years from now, and Albus is certainly interested.
~~~(POV: Albus Wolfric Dumbledore)~~~
~~~(Location: Hogwarts)~~~
~~~(Date: December 16th, 1985)~~~
~~~(Time: 9:45 PM)~~~
No matter how much I think about it, the lack of information is nothing other than pure foolery. Never in the many centuries of Hogwarts has this happened. We don't know who this kid is and who he belongs to.
I'll be able to find out more when I see him, but my curiosity is peaked now. I place the paper on my desk and pace around my room, thinking about tomorrow's schedule.
Most students are going on winter break soon, and it'll be an open schedule for me to see him tomorrow. I'll only have tomorrow, though; the next time is during winter break.