Felix Scarletwound: The Transfiguration Prodigy

April 1960, England, London

On the doorstep of Wool's Orphanage, the sound of a crying baby echoed through the silence of the night, awakening Martha Trelawney, a middle-aged nun.

"Oh my God! Has one of the babies awakened again? Oh, God, have mercy!" Martha said with a helpless expression on her face as she reluctantly left her warm bed, filled with doubt and worry.

"But wait, why does the sound seem so distant? Did someone leave their children in front of the door?" Martha wondered.

Hastily, Martha ran toward the door and opened it, finding a basket containing the source of all the noise.

"I can hear you crying, and I know you're scared and lonely, but don't worry. This place is your home now, and we are your family," Martha said, her face filled with kindness and love as she picked up the little baby and tried to calm him down.

The baby was a chubby-faced boy, weighing about 4 or 5 kilograms, with innocent, swollen eyes from crying. Martha noticed a necklace around the boy's neck and opened it to find a name printed on it.

"Scarletwound? I suppose that will be your last name. Your full name shall be Felix Scarletwound," Martha declared while holding Felix, who had stopped crying and was now looking around with curious eyes, unaware that he was one of the strongest wizards the magical world had ever seen.

Eleven years later, April 1971

"Felix, wake up! We'll be late for school," said John, a boy with brown hair, trying to drag Felix out of bed.

"Okay, okay! Stop, John. I'm up," replied Felix, a black-haired boy with deep blue eyes, who stood up and began getting ready for school, wearing a bored expression on his face.

When Felix started going to school, he was initially excited about studying new things after devouring all the books in the small library of the orphanage. However, he quickly lost interest when he found the material too easy.

"Good morning, Sister," Felix greeted as he passed Martha in the hallway.

"Good morning, Felix. John, be safe on your way to school and stay focused during lessons," Sister Martha replied.

"Okay," Felix and John chorused before continuing on their way.

On their way out, Felix met Martha, who was watching them from behind, reminiscing about Felix's childhood and how impressed she was by the intelligence of the little boy who had taught himself to read at the age of 3. She realized that he was different from any child she had ever raised.

After a long day at school, Felix returned to the orphanage and headed to the dining room, contemplating how to find something interesting to do to forget the day of boredom he had endured. It was challenging for him to make friends because he was smarter than most children his age. To them, Felix seemed arrogant and difficult to approach. The only friends he had were from the orphanage, as they had grown up together, and he saw them as family.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FELIX!"

"Oh!" Felix exclaimed when he entered the dining room, surprised to find Sister Martha and all the children from the orphanage standing around the table with a cake adorned with eleven candles.

"Ah! Today is my birthday! I totally forgot! Thank you, guys. I'm really happy to have all of you!" Felix exclaimed with a joyful and excited expression while looking around.

"Come here, Felix. You should blow out the candles, but make a wish first," Sister Martha said.

Felix moved next to Sister Martha, contemplating what he wanted to wish for. After a few seconds, he closed his eyes and made his wish.

"I wish to find something I can enjoy doing forever. Sigh"

Sister Martha then cut the cake and gave everyone a piece. The cake was modest, and there were no gifts, but Felix was content because he had people who cared for him, looked after him, and loved him. He had always seen Sister Martha as his mother and loved her even more, as if she were his real mother.

Felix savored each bite of the cake, feeling the warmth and love of the moment. As he finished his slice, an idea sparked in his mind. He remembered the necklace that he had been wearing since the day he arrived at Wool's Orphanage, the one with his last name, Scarletwound.

With a newfound determination, Felix approached Sister Martha after the birthday celebration.

"Sister Martha, do you know anything about this necklace? Where did it come from?" Felix asked, pointing to the necklace around his neck.

Sister Martha's expression turned solemn as she looked at Felix, contemplating how much she should reveal. Finally, she sighed and motioned for him to follow her to her small office.

"Felix, my dear, I've always known that you were special. That necklace... it was left with you when you were abandoned at our doorstep as a baby," Sister Martha explained gently, her eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and affection.

Felix's eyes widened with surprise and curiosity. "Abandoned? But why? Who are my real parents?"

"I wish I had all the answers, Felix. All I know is that you were brought to us, and that necklace was your only connection to your past. We named you Scarletwound based on the name on the necklace," Sister Martha said, her voice tinged with sadness.

Felix felt a mix of emotions coursing through him—curiosity, confusion, and a burning desire to uncover the truth about his heritage.