It was a peaceful afternoon in the Italian countryside, with the warm sunlight gently casting a golden glow over the home of Sabastian and Charlotte. Inside, Charlotte hummed softly as she moved about the house, her mind at ease, until there was a knock at the door. Opening it, she found herself face-to-face with a tall, stern-looking woman in emerald robes and a pointed hat—Professor McGonagall from Hogwarts.
"Good afternoon," McGonagall said, her tone polite but formal. "I’ve come from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I’m here to deliver this." She handed a neatly sealed letter to Charlotte, who accepted it with wide, astonished eyes.
"Hogwarts?" Charlotte gasped, her voice filled with excitement. She quickly tore open the letter, her hands trembling. As she read, her eyes lit up with joy. "Siddarth has been accepted into the greatest school of magic in the world!" She beamed, her happiness radiating through the room.
McGonagall nodded, observing the pride and joy in Charlotte’s face. "Is Siddarth here?" she asked gently.
Charlotte smiled, nodding. "He’s outside with his father. They’re training—Siddarth always insists on practicing his magic and combat skills. He barely lets Sabastian go to work sometimes!" She chuckled, and McGonagall found herself growing more intrigued by this boy. She could sense something unique about him already.
Together, they walked toward the training grounds, where Sabastian was teaching his son. As they approached, McGonagall’s breath caught in her throat. There, in the midst of the grass, stood a boy with long, dark hair, deep blue eyes that seemed to hold entire worlds, and a radiant smile that captured the pure innocence of youth. He was the most beautiful child McGonagall had ever seen. Her heart swelled with emotion—a strange but profound connection to this boy she had never met.
As Sabastian spotted them, he grinned and walked over. Before he could speak, Charlotte, overjoyed, ran up to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Sabastian, our son has been invited to Hogwarts!" she exclaimed, waving the letter in the air. Sabastian’s eyes widened, a proud smile spreading across his face.
"That’s wonderful news!" he said, kneeling to look at Siddarth, who was now curiously eyeing McGonagall. The boy had no idea what was happening, but his innocent gaze settled on the professor’s hat. With a sweet, mischievous grin, he looked up at her and asked, "Can I wear your hat?"
McGonagall, taken by his charm, smiled warmly. Without hesitation, she removed her pointed hat and placed it on his head. Siddarth giggled in delight as the oversized hat slid down over his eyes. Charlotte lifted him up, covering his little face with kisses, unable to contain her joy. McGonagall’s heart melted at the sight.
As they stood in the garden, McGonagall’s eyes drifted toward a bow resting on the ground nearby. A memory flashed through her mind—Sybill’s prophecy, about a boy with the power to destroy countless dark forces, his strength tied to a bow and the sound of its string. Her pulse quickened. Could this be the boy?
Curious, she asked, "Is that bow yours, Siddarth?"
Before Siddarth could respond, Charlotte’s voice interrupted, strained with hidden concern. "Don’t touch it, Siddarth."
The boy, ever obedient to his mother, lowered his hand and stepped back from the bow. McGonagall noticed the tension between Charlotte and Sabastian and sensed there was more to the story. "Why did you stop him?" she asked gently, her sharp mind already working through the possible answers.
Charlotte and Sabastian exchanged uneasy glances before Charlotte replied, "He’s… still learning. We don’t want him to embarrass himself in front of someone as important as you."
McGonagall didn’t believe a word of it. But instead of pressing them, she looked into their eyes and made a solemn vow. "I give you my word—what I witness here today, I will never share with anyone. By magic, I promise that if I do, I will die." Her tone was resolute, and a faint glow of magic sealed the oath.
Both Sabastian and Charlotte were visibly shocked, but they also felt a wave of relief. Trusting McGonagall now fully, they looked at their son. "Siddarth, show her what you can do," Sabastian said softly.
With a newfound excitement, Siddarth grabbed his bow and pulled the string with a fluidity and grace that far surpassed his young age. The sound that followed was like a thousand thunders crashing at once, filling the air with an overwhelming power. A magical arrow formed, glowing with immense energy. Siddarth pointed it toward the sky and released.
The arrow shot upward, and as it vanished into the heavens, the sky darkened. Clouds gathered, and moments later, a light rain began to fall, as if nature itself was responding to the boy’s will.
McGonagall stood frozen in awe, her mind struggling to comprehend what she had just witnessed. She had never seen magic like this before—so raw, so powerful, and yet, so controlled by one so young. It was no wonder Sybill had spoken of this boy with such intensity. This child was no ordinary wizard. He was something far more.
Regaining her composure, McGonagall turned to Charlotte and Sabastian. "You must hide his abilities when he comes to Hogwarts," she warned, her voice grave. "If they discover what he can do… they will try to destroy him. Not just Dumbledore, but many others. The world isn’t ready for this kind of power."
Charlotte nodded, her heart heavy with the fear she had carried for so long. "We’ve always known this day would come. We’ll make sure he hides it. Siddarth will be just a normal boy at Hogwarts."
Sabastian agreed, his voice steady. "We’ll keep him safe. He’ll be no more than a student. He’ll learn, he’ll grow… but he won’t show his true strength."
McGonagall stepped forward, casting another binding magical promise. "Until my last breath, I swear to protect him. No one at Hogwarts will harm him. If they want to get to him, they’ll have to go through me first." The sincerity in her voice filled the air with an unshakable promise, one that gave Charlotte and Sabastian the peace they so desperately needed.
For the first time, they felt confident in sending their son to Hogwarts. Not only would Siddarth attend the best school of magic, but he would have a protector—one of the most legendary witches—watching over him.
As McGonagall prepared to leave, she knelt down before Siddarth, gently kissing his forehead. "I’ll be waiting for you at Hogwarts, Siddarth. In two years, we’ll meet again."
With a final smile, she disappeared into the air with a puff of magic. Charlotte and Sabastian stood holding their son, feeling both sadness and pride. Charlotte kissed Siddarth’s face, her heart aching at the thought of him leaving for school soon.
But they knew one thing for certain: Siddarth was destined for greatness, and they would protect him every step of the way.
