.•| Trust Fall |•.

1 The start of new beginning

- Director, you sure that it's not just a rumour or lie? How could You-know-who even have children in the first place? Nobody would love him, I mean look at the guy? - the boy said looking in the eyes of the older male
- You shouldn't worry about such questions, Harry. All me and you have to do is just escort the boy to Hogwarts where he will start learning. We will give him enough time to learn everything you learned in the past years and then we won't need to worry about him being a danger. He isn't Voldemort, Harry, remember. Don't judge book by it's cover. - the man answered and held out hand. Harry only looked at it without big pleasure in gaze and grabbed it with a sigh.. and in next second the two disappeared

It's been a few years since the young guy named Clay started his very own YouTube channel. He didn't do much, just played some shooters on video, trying to avoid voice cracks due to age, played some Minecraft and just in general pretended that he does it for 20 or even 30 million subscribers despite having only 15 or so people subscribed to him. But hey, he had a dream and followed it, isn't it the most important part? He was 16 at the moment, almost 17 actually. And he had to admit, that choosing a YouTuber career was very risky for him. He had to work almost entire day in order to have money for rent, and played computer for the rest of the day. But if something will change, he will either lose channel subscribers due to bad upload schedule or job, due to oversleeping, and in case the last one will happen, he will also lose place for leaving and might as well have to live in some shelter for homeless people, because he couldn't just go live with parents. After all they were kinda dead. He never knew his mother, she died really early, he might've been 5 or so. And his father was just crazy, he always talked about some magic and that his wife is witch and such. Doctors put him in asylum later and that's how young dirty blond haired male basically lost both parents. Yeah one of them technically still alive but does it really matter at this point, if they never saw each other in years and never talked?
Another battle in game finished with Dream winning and getting a first place. He said his good byes to future viewers of the video and ended recording, closing his computer. Man, he was exhausted. It felt like one more hour of playing and he will definitely pass out right I'm front of computer, loosing his win streak of 27 won rounds in a raw. He didn't expect any guests, there never was any, due to him not really having any friends. I mean he did have one. Back when he was 8 or 10 he met one boy, he was hyperactive and friendly and kinda funny guy with dark hair and dark blue eyes, that reminded him of deep ocean. He was shorter than Clay, but only a little bit. His name was Nick or something like that. But after meeting each other in game and staying in discord calls and facetimes for hours he said something about him soon going to some very cool school and after September that year, when that boy was 11, they never met or talked again. He probably just forgot about green eyed boy and found someone else to talk to. But it's not like he was mad at him for that. It was just alright. Though he probably should've say at least something.
So, due to not expecting anything to happen any time soon Clay just went straight to the bedroom and fell down on the mattress, closing eyes. He remembered that advice from video for new streamers.. make your name easy to recognize, easy to remember, or it will be harder for people to remember how to call you. Maybe he did have too long name? Maybe he should've make it shorter. Or just change it right now?
His hand slid in his pocket and pulled out phone. The bright screen made his eyes feels uncomfy at first, but he quickly got used to it and opened YouTube app where he clicked on settings and 'change your channel name'. But what should he name it now? He sorta liked it as it was, but at the same time it made him feel cringy. Maybe he should just make it Dream? Eh, sounds alright, but he could already tell that people will laugh at this and make stupid puns. The longer young male thought, the worser ideas for the name came to his mind so he just stopped on the Dream and shut sown his phone. His head was like a ticking bomb that is about to blow up. And as he almost fell asleep... someone knocked on the door. What the heck? Out of all times... and who could even come to him? Maybe neighbour? But why?
Young male got up lazily and with a yawn walked to the door and slightly opened it so whoever came couldn't really enter the place, yet Clay still being able to see their faces. In front of him there was really... like REALLY old man with super long, white beard and some weird clothes. He honestly looked like some sort of cosplayer or actor that didn't take off his costume. There also was a boy, with glasses and some.. scar or his forehead. Maybe this boy was this old sir's grandson? Unlike him he was dressed pretty normally..
- Can I help you two? - 'Dream' asked, still being sleepy and therefore not understanding what the hell is going on here
- Good evening, young man - the old male started with soft, comforting smile - My name is Albus Dumbledore and this is Harry. Harry Potter.
It took Dream a long 5 seconds to realize that he has to introduce himself as well so he muttered first that came in mind...
- Dream. I go by Dream. - he said. Not even having a quick second to think what he was talking about and that he introduced not his name, but his channel. But it didn't matter at this point anymore. He already said it. Though maybe it wasn't that bad after all, at least in terms of personal safety and spreading real information to strangers.
- We know who you are, Clay. - the boy said and looked away. He was.... Annoyed. Why though..?
- How do you know me? - more and more questions came to Clay's mind and he was actually going to ask every one of those. Who are they, how do they know his name, why did they came here, how did they know where he lives and... and why the hell the boy was holding this strange stick, like it was some weapon he brought to defeat the strongest enemy.
- It doesn't matter, young sir, what does though is that we want you to follow us. I can promise you that it isn't dangerous and you will be okay. - the older said again - We want you to go with us to Hogwarts. It's a school, the best one, for young witches and wizards like Harry.. and like you.
It all sounded.. stupid. Wizards? School? Are these two high or something? Probably some cult or sect.
- Yeah, right, magic is real, this type of conversation. Yeah, thanks but I'm not really into that, I have work tomorrow morning and I need to get enough sleep so I won't oversleep, thanks for asking though - he said and almost closed door in front of the two, but the boy catchend it and didn't let it close
- Have you never heard of magic from your parents or other relatives? - he wondered, looking at the blonde, that froze.
- My dad.. My dad was talking about magic being real and such. And then ended up in asylum being delusional. And I don't want to be near him there, locked up as well because of you two.  - Dream said, frowning. Clearly his relationships with father weren't... best.
- What if I can prove you that it's real. If I can really prove that it is real, then you go with us. Bet? - Harry said and made a step closer. It made Clay chuckle. He didn't believe that any actual magic will happen right now, so decided to just watch the kid fail. But with quick 'Luminous' being said, the very end of stick started glow and the bright light appeared
- I bet it's just some electricity there - Clay said. It was hard to believe that it all was real. You can't blame the guy, he never thought about magic actually existing and never saw a proof of it, so of course he didn't believe easily.
- Okay then how about you name any object in this room and I will lift it without touching and using only magic? - Potter asked again. Okay that would actually be something.. that can't be imitated so Dream opened door more and pointed at something random without even looking around, his finger stopped at the red cup and after another spell was casted... it slowly flew closer to the group until it was right in Dream's hands. Even a coffee that was inside was still there. - Now I hope you believe us?
- Alright. Fine. When are we heading out? - Dream asked, still looking at the cup, not really understanding how all of this is even possible
- After you pack all the stuff you need to take with you to Hogwarts. - the old smiling man nodded
- Alright, you can sit down while I'm packing up. And you better find me new job and place to live after we done, I'm not going anywhere if these two aren't guaranteed. - Dream said as he pulled out bag and started to carefully put his hoodies and jeans and shirts, then he put charger of his phone, headphones, laptop. It was getting pretty heavy but hey, it's not like he was gonna leave it to whoever getting this place after rent runs out. He then took teeth brush and such stuff and put it in bag as well and then he finally sighed. He didn't have anything left here, that mattered to him something. When he came back he saw the two talking about something, they didn't seem to notice the blond.
- But sir, you sure that it's safe? What if You-Know-Who already was there and told him to act like that and he already on his side? How can we trust his grandson? What if we making a big mistake by bringing him to Hogwarts?  What if... - Harry was clearly stressed about the whole situation, so he kept asking weird questions, but eventually was cut off
- Enough 'what if's, Harry. Unlike us, Voldemort doesn't know where to look for boy. He is probably looking for him on the other side of the planet - reassured Dumbledore, and then looked up at Clay who was standing still the whole time, trying to understand what is going on and who the two are talking about. - Are you ready to go?
- Yeah, but what were you talking about? Who is Voldemort? - the green eyed male asked
- He is a very bad Wizard, Clay. Very bad. He killed lots of talented wizards and witches.. - Dumbledore said, and stopped talking when heard Harry whispering "like my parents" - He is a criminal and wants to rule the world and kill everyone who decided to go against him. For now though, all you have to worry about is learning what you have missed as soon as possible. Now, give me your hand.
- And prepare for the most unpleasant experience ever - Harry added and grabbed other hand. As soon as Dream did the same... all three of them suddenly disappeared. It have been a few minutes after that when someone entered the place. Someone in dark clothes with pale skin.
- Too late.

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