Ollivander's Son

Chapter 1

Prologue

They say "God is watching, do good." 

To this atheists proudly retort "There is no god."

There is a pain, a story that makes atheists what they are which is why I accept them. But nevertheless, there is someone watching. Yet we ignore it. Something is always watching, something which is so huge, so vast, that we see beyond it.

I am that object. And I know a billion secrets- whether dark or embarrassing or sweet.

Chapter I

It was a dreary Tuesday - it was raining cats and dogs. It was one of those days which kids despise, when they have to stay in their rooms wishing the never ending rain would stop, when it is dark even when it is not meant to be. The day was dull and sullen and as the rain began to rush into their shops, the shopkeepers of Diagon Alley finally decided it was time to shut down, albeit early, for the day. Each of them closed their doors, occasionally sending their neighbors a pleasant hello from the safety of their shops. Some went to sleep and others went to have tea or an early supper. But most of them stayed behind their windows on their armchairs or couches staring distantly at the rain hitting the window, as if in a trance.

Some of these locals had their families around them, with mugs of soothing coffee and hot chocolate set upon their tables. They were cozied up and had accepted the fact that no customers would be seen in the near hours. Even the few homeless men that had set up their beds of rags and patched blankets outside, had left possibly to some shelter or somewhere nearby, but nobody could care less.

Quite out of the blue, a little woman wearing an oversized coat with the large hood brought down to her nose and long curly black disheveled hair ran down the alley . She was shivering due to the cold and her clothes were sopping wet.She was carrying something small wrapped in a blanket of both true existence and the girl's protection. The locals, astonished to see anyone, let alone such a young woman out in this weather, stared from the warm confinement of their shops at this strange girl who seemed to be pacing to an unknown place with what one could barely make out as a baby in her firm grasp. As the girl walked past the shopkeepers, an intuitive feeling of alarm hit them. But due to their human nature, they soon forgot about this tiny little warning. The girl  passed Mrs. Watson - the town gossip with antenna like senses that could sense juicy gossip from a mile away  - who immediately knew from the tense poise of the girl, that she was about to do something that needed to be done quickly and discreetly. She looked closely at the girl's face as she stopped to catch a few breaths and gave a surprised gasp as the truth struck her - sudden and bitter. It was Emily, a muggle who lived closeby. Her husband's death had been all over the Daily Prophet - a murder undoubtedly committed by the Death Eaters. But how could a muggle enter Diagon Alley? Mrs. Watson's brain buzzed with thoughts, but she soon gave up on the matter as she couldn't understand what could possibly explain this bizarre occurrence.

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Emily was panting for breath while running as fast as she could and trying to keep her baby dry at the same time. She had him pressed to her heart, savoring the final moments of her togetherness with her boy who had brought her a kind of joy she had never had the fortune to experience before. This boy with his smooth, soft skin, light brown hair and angelic face, lost in slumber unaware of what was coming, was hers. She was the mother of this little child, she gave birth to him, he was hers and she lived for him. But, she had to let him go. She was now nearing her destination and squinting through her wet eyelashes, she could just make out the name "Ollivander's Wand Shop". She looked lovingly at her handsome little boy sleeping peacefully and kissed him tenderly on the spot where his cheeks dimpled. She left a letter with the details and documents of her boy, but none about her and before she could start weeping, she rung the bell and ran like never before.

She had never feared the world of magic. When her son had begun changing... his hair, his eyes, she had been brave.Her husband had told her that the child was special, that he had to be kept protected from the world. So they had shut the windows to the outside world and occasionally rudely sent people off when they came to see their baby. A few weeks on from the day of his birth, an old man had come to visit them. He was very tall, so much so that he had to bend to enter their little cottage. His light blue eyes twinkled with kindness when he saw Emily and she let him in when he told her that he was here to talk to her and her husband, Frederick about the baby. Frederick hadn't approved of him, "Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, I'm Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" and with that he had extended his hands and Emily couldn't help but notice his long slender fingers. Both of them shook hands with him. "I'm sure you must have noticed how your son isn't entirely 'normal'.That's because he belongs in the wizarding world. He holds the rare powers of a Metamorphmagus which enable him to change his eye and hair color currently but later on he'll be able to change his height and body shape and look like an entirely different person. His powers are a threat not only to him, but to your entire family and your neighborhood. The dark forces are on the rise these days and it's only a matter of time before Voldemort's followers find your son."

"Emily, you can't believe this man?! Mister, how do you even know our names? Pigwarts School of Witches? What a pot load of rubbish! I won't have my son sent to any lunat-"

Emily raised one hand to silence her husband, "Sir, I apologize on his behalf, but I can't claim that what you spoke is entirely believable."

"I know it's hard to believe, Mrs. Smith. Mr. Smith, we keep a record of magical births in both wizarding and muggle families, muggles being non-magical people like yourself. What I speak is the truth." With that he took a stick out, waved it and the table in front of them transformed into a ring. Emily and Frederick let out a shocked gasp. Dumbledore continued, "Currently Voldemort’s priority is a boy - a boy yet unborn, so you mustn't worry, but Voldemort is an evil wizard, he will attempt to murder all the recent births and your boy, I'm afraid exudes extraordinary magic. What I'm suggesting next may be the hardest decision of your life, but do consider it." He converted the ring back to the table. "I plead you to send your boy to a wizard family. There are many who will agree to take him in. The most unexpected location would be Diagon Alley, the shopping alley of the wizarding world in London," He paused and sympathetically looked at Emily's and Frederick's gaping horrified faces but continued, "You may continue to stay in touch with him and if everything goes well, he will be returned to you."

Emily was the first one to break the silence that followed. "I'm sorry Mr. Dumbledore.... but I can't possibly- HE'S MY BABY!" Emily's calm demeanor broke and she began to sob. Frederick immediately came to her rescue and lay a protective arm around her. "Mr. Dumbledore, this is far too much for us to take in. We - we love our boy just as much as any parent would and we can't bear to separate from him when he's only but a few days old."

"Mr. Smith, I can give you protection that'll last for a week, but please remember that your son isn't safe. There exist dark forces beyond your imagination, cruel beyond belief." He swished his wand and a sheet of parchment appeared before Frederick which gave Dumbledore's address. Then he whistled softly and a barn owl flew to their cottage window. "Anything you want to ask or tell, give it to her. She has to be fed though. I'll take your leave now Mr. and Mrs. Smith." He bowed slightly and before they could utter a word, he vanished into thin air.

Emily remembered the battle of emotions that had followed within her every day thereon, but it was short-lived for Frederick’s blood curdling death had made her realize that they were in fact, not safe at all. Frederick had been found dead in a nearby street with no sign of any injury or struggle - not even a scratch on his body. Emily had contacted Dumbledore that very day. In his letter of response, there was an address and instructions to enter the destination. She was informed that some sort of enchantment had been uplifted for some time to enable getting her child to safety.

Emily had accomplished all that, but the feeling of constant danger was nagging her. She could feel someone’s presence behind her, following her yet she continued running. She saw a flash of green light blasting toward her at full speed and a look of utter confusion passed her face. She could feel her body go slack and her soul leaving her, but she felt at peace as she knew her baby was safe - safe in the hands of Ollivander, the wizarding world's most famous wandkeeper.