Down Virizion Drive walked a young boy. His black hair was strewn over his face, one red stripe winding behind his ear. He slipped through the gate of number 14, and scaled the dark ivy leading up to his bedroom window. He lowered himself inside, and came face-to-face with his mother.
"You've been out again, Hebridean. You know you shouldn't wander so far."
The boy simply got into his bed, pulling the sheets above his head. His mother shook her head, blonde hair swinging wildly.
"Ugh. And tell your father to stop putting curses on my hair," she reproached softly. Taking one last glance at the unmoving bed sheets, she set off down the stairs. She knew why her son wasn't being talkative. Well, even less talkative than usual. Tomorrow was the first day of his second year at Hogwarts. And she knew the first one hadn't gone too well.
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Heroes' Journey: To be the Strongest, Be the Weakest
FanfictionMany years after Harry Potter's legacy, a young boy called Hebridean puts his name in the roll-call goblet. ... It's more interesting than it sounds... P.S. Thank you to @ginyah130 for the cover page
