Magic [larry au]

Prolouge

Harry Edward Styles wasn't a normal 16 year old.

Well... he was normal, just not normal normal. Everybody thought he was though. Everybody thought he was this stupid nerd boy who was ugly, and couldn't do anything the populars could. Everybody thought he was an idiot, weird and a loner. This boy who was worthless, disgusting and fat. People thought that about him, and he knew it. But he liked that he didn't have to deal with any fake friends, because that would be the worst in his opinion. Having friends wasn't really a big deal to Harry. Being alone was enough for him, and he had his little pet fish called Tom,i æwho was perfect.

Harry liked one thing about him, and that was his biggest secret. A secret people could only dream for. A secret people thought only excisted in a fantasy world. A secret people would only laugh about if he said it out loud.

He had known he was a wizard for like 4 years. His family had told him out of nowhere when they were eating dinner one day. 12 year old him was so confused when his mother suddenly muttered out that he was a wizard, and he laughed till he saw how serious his parents were actually being. They told him he could do stuff that other kids at his school couldn't do, and that he was different. Very different, and it had nothing to do with him being gay.

At first, he thought they were kidding. A wizard? That sounded too much like a fairy tale, and Harry wasn't that gullible. It was when his parents suddenly laid down thick books with the big letters "MAGIC LEARNING 1" painted on the cover that woke him up.

His parents weren't wizards, but his grandfather was, and a good one he was. Harry had also learned that there were definitely no wizards in Chesire besides him, but he wasn't alone. Just a rare thing.

In the second world war there had been so many wizards, and there was even a school for them. No wizarding school excisted now though, because there weren't many people who had magic genes now. The books Harry had were very old, but those were the only ones you could learn magic from.

His wand was brown and green on the top, made of tree but very pretty. It was 7 inches long, and it was probably more important for him than his phone. The backpack was a safe place for it, and nobody could find it ever.

In one of his pockets, he often had his little magic book where there were so many daily spells in that you could need in school. Honestly, he felt like he was enjoying this too much sometimes. It was fun though, and probably the only thing why his life was worth living.

A body suddenly crashed into his body as he was walking to class, hurting his shoulder too much on purpose. Wincing, he grimazed as he opened his eyes to see a popular jock named Johnny standing there with a smirk on his face. The smirk. Sometimes that ugly smirk jocks always did made him puke.

"Look out, nerd!" Johnny shouted out loud right in his face, spit going everywhere. His friends laughed behind him, and mocked how Harry was whimpering in pain.

It hurt, it fucking hurt. "Leave me alone." Harry grumbled, walking away from them quickly. He could hear them shouting names at him, but ignored them all, like always.

He turned around, muttering a spell as they were all shouting. People around them were laughing too, everyone was. Suddenly, Johnny and his friends were on the floor, holding their balls in pain whilst groaning.

People were gasping now, shocked at what they were seeing. Johnny looked at Harry, who was smirking, and began shouting swear words in his direction. Harry couldn't stop chuckling, so he winked and walked away in the direction to his chemistry class.

He loved magic.