A Bright Future-OC X Luna Lovegood

Chapter 1-Humble Beginnings

July 4th, 1981

   As most tales do, this story takes place on a wonderfully beautiful winter’s eve in Campden, England. On this day, a very special and wonderful thing will happen. A child will be born to deserving parents. Many would say that it is a rare thing for a child to be born at exactly midnight, as light snowfall occurred outside the window. Well, not rare, but peculiar, would be a word to describe this event. It can be used to describe this child’s life, too. Austin Alcott was the happiest child a family could ever ask for. He was bubbly and hopeful, with a smile that could light up anyone’s day. The only problem was his family. Although his mother and father were, as I have said, very deserving, they were also unlucky. His father was a wizard who was well respected at the ministry of magic, but despised for his hatred of dark magic and of course, He Who Shall Not be Named. Because of this, he and his wife had to go into hiding. They gave the boy to his father’s brother in the hopes that he would raise him to be a great wizard. Sadly, the man was a squib, and a terrible one at that. He was unkind and unable to love, married to a hag of a muggle woman. Even under the circumstances, the boy never stopped smiling. He had the type of personality that people, muggle or magic, longed for. He swore to never let anything discourage him or bring him down. He continued to live with this spark of hope, and he grew taller and smarter as the days progressed. He grew to be twelve years old, ready for the letter that would change his life.

“Austin! Feed the cat and let the dogs out!” Aunt Jerry demanded before ripping the door open to my quaint room. I set down my pencil, racing out of the room before the woman could yell any louder. I ran to the back porch, tossing some food in a dish for the cat I loved so dearly, and opening the door for the three dogs that kept me sane. They immediately ran out to a foreign object that was lying in the snow.

“Hurry up out there!” My Aunt commented, sending a jolt through my body. I sprinted to the object and scooped in into my trouser pocket, not giving it a second glance. I let the dogs do their business, and then I followed them in the house, stroking their fur and gladly accepting their kisses. Since I was a young child, I’ve always had a connection to animals. They were always there for me, even when my adoptive ‘parents’ were not.

When I was back in the safety of my small bedroom, I reached for my pocket and grabbed the letter I had placed there before. Upon further investigation, it was addressed to Austin Alcott, 459 Brison Lane, Campden from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, whatever that meant.

I tore it open, revealing the long letter within. The further I read, the larger my eyes got. ‘This has got to be a joke,’ I thought, but dismissed it. This was far too realistic and in depth to be a simple prank. I’m a Wizard?

I looked around my so called room, with it’s creaky floorboards and cracked walls that allowed unbearably cold air to seep in during the winter and disregarded air conditioning in the blistering hot summers. As I sat down on my rickety bed, and I looked at the letter once again.

If I really thought hard about it, my life really has had strange things happen. Once, while I was in town getting groceries, I stepped in a puddle and got my shoes wet, only for them to literally set on fire. They didn’t burn up though, they merely sat in the corner afterwards, completely dry.

Then, as I sat there, I felt someone snatch the letter out of my hands, my Uncle Neuss. I felt my face melt and my heart drop as he read it, his eyes lighting up with anger as he took it and stormed out of the room. I ran after him, and saw him thrust the letter into my Aunt’s hands.

“You know what, Neuss? If we let the brat go, we can get rid of him for nearly half the year,” exclaimed my Aunt, walking back and forth between the small kitchen and living room.

My mouth was open as far as it could go. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and they were willing to let me participate in it! Sure, they were only allowing it to get rid of me, the reminder of my family and everything they stood for (I’ve heard stories), but they were allowing it nonetheless.

I ran up to my room, and tore open a loose board on the floor, revealing all of the money I had saved for nearly twelve years. According to the letter, I would need to go to a special place and buy the supplies. It was called Diagon Alley, which I could get to through London. I would set off tomorrow, and I was nearly jumping with excitement.

“Pack your bags, Austin, we’re getting rid of you!” I heard from below me. “You’re going to Hogwarts,”