Harry Potter and The Silver Fox

The Letter

Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, July 30, 1991. 5:23 P.M.

We see a young boy, about no older than ten years of age, walking down the stone corridors of the infamous school, of Hogwarts. The boy was what many would consider beautiful, with fair complexion, shoulder length champagne blonde hair with lavender tips, put in a loose braid and held together with a barrette that was shaped like a heart with a sword going through it, and amethyst colored eyes. The boy wore a black dress shirt with a black and white stripped tie underneath a purple and gold accented vest, and a black and gold accented blazer. Black dress pants, high heeled shoes, black leather gloves and a red leather belt around his waist. The boy simply oozed out confidence, walking with his head held high. 

"Ah, Young Cyrus! A moment if you please." The boy turned around at hearing his name, only to be met with an older woman, roughly around the age of fifty-six, wearing velvet green robes and a pointy black witches hat, as she approached him. "Minerva, how can I help you?" The boy ask the older witch. Minerva McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor House, Hogwarts's very own Transfiguration Teacher, and Deputy Headmistress. An exceptionally kind and just woman, of whom Cyrus has the upmost respect for, seeing her as a mother figure, having helped raise him alongside Dumbledore. Having been one of the many teachers to teach him magic, and an Animagus. 

"Your Grandfather, requests your presence in his office." McGonagall stated simple as the boy nodded his head. "Very well. Thank you, Minerva." The boy thought for a second only to chuckle. "What is it?" The older witch questioned. "It's funny, soon I'm going to be calling you Professor." Cyrus stated as the witch smiled at him. Cyrus then turned on his heels and headed towards his grandfather's office. After a couple of minutes of walking, he approached an arched doorway, which only had a large griffin gargoyle at the center. Cyrus then stood in front of the large griffin. 

"Sherbet Lemon"

With a flash of his hands, the gargoyle began to rotate as a  spiraling stone stairway appeared. Having been carried up by the rotating stairs, Cyrus arrived facing towards the dark oak wood door with a brass griffin shaped knocker. Cyrus knocked on the door, when he then hear a voice telling him to enter. Entering into the office the first thing you notice is the large assortment of shelves filled with countless amounts of books. The room is also filled with many ingenious magical artifacts, and at the very center laid Dumbledore's desk. Over on the left side of the room stood Dumbledore, dressed in red and purple robes, with a matching hat, looking over the pensieve.

"You wished to see me Grandfather?"

"Yes. Cyrus, I did. You see tomorrow is Harry Potter's eleventh birthday, and from what I've heard, his relatives the Dursleys, refuse to let him read his acceptance letter. That is why I want you to accompany Hagrid, to go meet him, and I want you to give him his acceptance letter personally." Dumbledore stated as he walked over to his desk, grabbed the letter, and handed it to his grandson. "Besides, I want the two of you to familiarize with each other, seeing as you to will be spending a lot of time together." Dumbledore said as Cyrus nodded. "Very well. Luckily I've had Cas watching over the Dursleys, for the last few days. So I know what to expect." Cyrus stated as he pocketed the letter inside his blazer. "Hagrid is waiting for you outside of his hut." Dumbledore stated as Cyrus nodded his head, and headed towards the door. "And Cyrus..."

"Be careful."

Cyrus merely gave the older wizard a soft smile before walking out the door. After a couple of minutes of walking, Cyrus arrived at Hagrid's hut. A quaint little stone house, for someone like Hagrid. Rubeus Hagrid, a half-human, half-giant wizard, was the gamekeeper at Hogwarts. A cheerful and friendly fellow at Hogwarts, seemingly always getting new and exciting magical creatures for pets, which usually gets him into trouble, but that doesn't stop him. Being the first friend Cyrus ever made, the boy has great respect and care towards the friendly, bearded half-giant. "There you are! Thought I'd have to leave without you." The burly older wizard said cheerfully. "It's good to see you too Hagrid." Cyrus responded with a smile, as the two got on Hagrid's motorcycle. "You got the letter?" Hagrid asked as Cyrus simply replied by patting his blazer. Soon enough the two of them took to the skies and made their way to the Dursleys residence.