The American Enigma

Diagon Alley

So, this is the start of The Philosopher’s Stone and I feel like I should reveal that Y/N will refer to it as the Sorcerer’s Stone. With a valid reason though. But that’ll be revealed closer to the end of this book. As you can tell, I also changed the name of the story. Fits better in my humble opinion. However, I’ve got two questions for you; right now, my plans for books four and five are constantly changing, but would you guys like to have Barty Crouch Jr survive for whatever reason?
And would you guys like Y/N to join the Quidditch team in his first year, wait, or not at all?

Also, first face claim is in this chapter(will do a full chapter of them at some point. Probably after year two or three, but I’ll inform you of other claims during the summer chapters). I can’t wait to write the interactions between Grandpa Ken and Lucius Malfoy. The snark will be over 9000. He’s going to have quite the effect on every book.

The November winds nipped at exposed skin. Aaron Stafford found it relaxing as he watched Y/N practice his spells. He’d be turning eleven in a few short weeks, which meant that he would get his letter to Hogwarts. So they would have to begin to look into houses in England. Or ask MACUSA to have something set up for them.

Over the past two years, Aaron and his wife Eleanor talked to Dumbledore and started teaching Y/N some spells. Nothing crazy, just basic stuff like Lumos and Nox for nighttime. Eleanor’s father–Ken–was also teaching him and gifted him one of his old wands. It had to be repaired, but he called it an early birthday present. A present that he would leave either here in America, or at his mansion once he gets his own wand.

Today, however, they decided it was time to tell him the truth. And they weren’t exactly sure whether or not it would make him hate them, causing them to fear the reaction.

“Aaron,” Eleanor started, turning her hazel eyes towards her husband. “What if we tell him that his mother and father were killed?”

“We’d be betraying Albus’s trust. We shouldn’t tell him everything right now, but he deserves to know a little bit.” He knew that it was going to be tough, but had faith in Dumbledore. Ethan would be showing up soon anyways to help explain things to Y/N. Between him and Troy, there wasn’t a doubt in Aaron’s mind of Y/N following in his true father’s footsteps.

They may not be blood related, but they cared for Y/N as if they were. Ethan and Troy both visited often enough to where they were honorary members of the family. Between the four of them, Y/N learned about the Magical world and was taught to show respect to those who weren’t wizards or witches.

Plus the fact that Ken was never afraid to stand up to any injustice he sees, Y/N was in good hands.

“Y/N!” Eleanor hesitantly called out, gaining the attention of their adopted son. He was currently using the wand her father had given him when he turned eight. Reed wood with a unicorn tail hair as its core. Thirteen inches of unyielding flexibility.

“Yes Mom?” Y/N smiled at her, causing more guilt to crash over her. She didn’t want him to hate them, but keeping it from him is going to cause that. Just like telling him will do the same. Oh how she despised her uncle. As far as she was concerned, Fudge was the exact thing wrong within the Ministry of Magic. A coward in a position of power, listening to the lies spewed by Lucius. It is Voldemort's greatest asset, even if they believe him to be dead.

“Champ, you know we love you, right?” Aaron started, getting a soft nod in return. “Good. When you were almost two years old, we were contacted by Arcturus Graves, the former MACUSA President. He and another wizard, Albus Dumbledore, asked us to take you in. Your parents were, to put it nicely, not able to give you the love that a child deserves.”