First Light

Finally, the time had come. At breakfast, his mother gave the letter to him, and he read it together. It was a great surprise for them. They did not understand whether it was a joke or not.

He calmed his family down and wrote the reply letter. His family was once again in a state of bewilderment.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I don't know who made this bad joke, but you should figure it out without getting too attached to hope," said his mother.

Without looking up from his letter, Henry pointed his thumb over his shoulder at the kitchen window.

Henry's mother's eyes widened when she saw the owl waiting in the kitchen window, before she could react.

"The owl you see in the window dropped the letter we read into our mailbox this morning with perfect precision. Believe me, I do not believe in the existence of magic, but I do not believe that a normal person can train an owl, just for the sake of joking, I have no faith that a wild animal can train an owl to this level, after all, I will write the letter and give it to the owl," said Henry.

He had finished what he was going to write, took the letter, wrote the address specified in the letter, and folded it. He walked over to the kitchen window, lifted it, and handed the cookie in his other hand to the owl.

"Hello, smart bird, please take this letter to the person who sent it to me, okay?" he said and handed it to the owl.

The owl happily finished the cookie, took the letter in its beak, flapped its wings, and took off.

Henry watched the owl for a while and closed the window and turned around. His parents were staring at him in surprise.

"Oh, it's going to be a long dialogue," thought Henry to himself.

A week later, Minerva McGonagall, whom she knew from the movie, came in an eccentric robe. She explained the situation to his mother and showed him the spells he remembered as a few transfigurations spells cast silently.

He was sitting on the stairs watching and then they called him up and he slowly got up and walked towards the turning point of his life. 'Checkpoint,' he thought to himself.

"Hello, my name is Henry Pearce, and welcome to our home," said Henry.

Minerva's eyes sparkled.

"I saw your magic from the stairs, professor, of course. I would like to study at Hogwarts, but I will leave the final decision to my family," said Henry.

It was his role to look like a child. He had already instilled in his family the idea that he was going to Hogwarts, his level of legilimency far exceeding the level of indoctrination.

After a while, he and Minerva were standing in Diagon Alley. He brought 500 pounds from his mother (it was his own money) He went to Gringotts and opened an account and then they started shopping.

They went to Madam Malkin's robes, suitable for all occasions. They did the classic Harry Potter world Hogwarts shopping. Henry looked around curiously. Of course, it was the role he was interested in. Things were the way the things he bought worked, but he would have time to learn. Finally arrived at Ollivander's wand shop, dusty and supposedly authentic.

"Mr Pearce, I'll wait for you at the bar where we entered the street since the wand selection process is going into space," she said, and turned away, ignoring the boy's answer.

He thought, 'nobody cares about you, when you're not the main character huh' and no one saw the smirk on his face.

He slowly entered the shop. The bell above the door rang. Dusty shelves were around, thousands of boxes were visible, and an enormous table and a bell and an old lamp were on it, just like in the movie.

Ollivander came out of the shelves

"Who is here? Oh! A new face hello young man, My name is Garrick Ollivander"

"Hello Mr Ollivanders, My name is Henry Pearce"

"Ohh Mr Pearce, it must excite you about your first wand. We will take care of you right away. Please raise your dominant hand," Ollivander said.

"I use both hands equally, sir," said Henry.

Amused, Ollivanders jotted down the measurements with the magic tape measure and moved to the shelves, and spoke through the shelves.

"Wands are sentient objects, Mr Pearce. They choose their owners and they have personality." Said.

He held a wand in his hand and said, "Shake the wand, Mr Pearce."

I shook it, and when nothing happened, I looked into Ollivander's eyes. "I guess it didn't choose me, sir," I said.

He shook his head.

Then we tried wands made of hornbeam, ebony, laurel, and cherry wood, but after the wands exploded and made a mess, he became thoughtful.

"Hahaha, you're a tough customer, Mr Pearce," said Ollivander.

"Sorry for the mess, sir," said Henry. I got into my role and it's been a long time as an introverted kid at 11.

"It's okay, Mr Pearce, it's okay," said Ollivander.

Ollivander came with a box in hand and said, "Try it, 9 inch, elm, dragon heartstring, medium stretch, Mr Pearce."

I think I fell in love as soon as I saw the wand. I think our feelings were mutual. It was like a work of art, with thin white veins on it and light waves towards its black tip.

When I took the wand in my hand, I felt the magic rise in my body and connect with the wand. I closed my eyes because I had come across before that my eyes sparkled when my magic swelled, and I wasn't going to show such a phenomenon to Dumbledore's lover Ollivander.

"Congratulations, Mr Pearce. Wands made of elm are chosen by their bearers for their unwavering stance and skill, and with incredible precision in magic and so few faulty spells, we can expect much greater success from you." He said and applauded.

Henry sent him a smile that he thought was sincere and said, "Thanks sir, I am very happy with my wand. Mrs McGonagall has been waiting for me for a long time. Can I get the price of the wand, and the extra maintenance kit, and the sheath for my arm?"

After giving Ollivander 8 galleons for the wand and an extra 5 for the sheath and maintenance kit, he turns around when he's about to leave the door.

"Mr Ollivander, as you know, I am muggle-born. I learned from Mrs McGonagall until I was 17 that I could not legally practise magic outside of school until, and they would follow me on the trace," said Henry.

"Yes, Mr Pearce, unfortunately, that's the case," said Ollivander with a sad smile.

"Sir, is this trace valid until I go to Hogwarts? I want to try magic before I go to school," said Henry.

"Oh, how I forgot. You can try until you get to school, Mr Pearce, but I advise you to be careful," said Ollivander, smiling.

"Thank you, sir. Have a nice day." I left the shop with a smile.

Henry grinned, and thinking, 'Thanks to Hermione, you idiot with the blinders'. Without making Minerva wait too long, he went to the bar and left him home with the things he bought after a quick talk, and after his family made a statement, he went to his room.

He squatted down on his bed and took his wand from its sheath on his arm, held it in his hand, and closed his eyes.

"I, Henry Pearce, swear on my life and magic that I will not use any other wand unless my wand is broken, destroyed, or obstructed beyond my control," and opened his eyes.

His eyes shone like black holes absorbing light, and at the same time, the lightning-like veins on the sceptre flashed in absolute devotion.

Henry showed his murderous smile and lifted his comrade and called out, "I, Henry, as your master, name you 1st to accompany you," he said as his wand trembled.

"So be it Lumos!" he said, and then dazzling light filled the room.

So the first light that shines erased all the future that was written, and the Dark lord, the light lord, politics, friendship, shared values, and magical creatures fell to the whole world with the 1st and Henry.