Foggy Minds - Charlie Weasley

1 || Diagon Alley

After the woman had come to their house at the strike of dawn, she explained that Felucipir was a wizard. He had magic and needed to go to a school to control it. She had asked him if anything strange happened when he was angry, frustrated or sad. He looked back on all the strange phenomena that had occurred during those times and nodded his head profusely.

He noticed his mother seemed mortified... Probably at the fact that he wasn't normal...

'Or that you're cursed by the devil!' Venenum snickered at the thought... But Felucipir was ecstatic at the thought that he wasn't normal...

That he was a wizar-

"I will not allow my son to go to such a place!" His mother's shrill voice tore through his thoughts, "God has another plan for my son! It will not be doing the devil's magical work!"

...

Dammit!

"He needs to go to this school, Mrs. Baruen. He will be able to come home for Christmas Break and for the Summer. I will take him shopping for his supplies and he will be watched carefully just like every other student. I will also be teaching at this school. So, I will come in one week time, and we will go get his supplies. I wish you all a good night and I apologize for coming by so late." And with that said. She walked out the door...

"UP TO BED, NOW! YOU DEVIL CHILD! I WILL NOT BE GIVING YOU FOOD FOR A WEEK UNTIL ALL THAT 'WIZARD' IS EXORCISED! I WILL ALSO BE CALLING A PRIEST FOR AND EXORCISM NOW GO! YOU STUPID CHILD I WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN!" His mother's screech brought tears to the boy's eyes... Did having an adventure mean everyone would hate him? Would he find more friends?

'Yup. No one loves you! That' why you have me! I'm the only person who will accept you. You need me...'

It was lying... It had to be ly-

A sharp pain ripped across his left cheek. His mother had slapped him... Probably for just standing there, still dumbfounded. After that, he quickly ran up to his room and locked the door. He slid down the door, his back tracing the dent as the tears that threatened to spill earlier began falling endlessly down his cheeks. Now... Just seven more days of this. Worst birthday ever.

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Every day that week, Felucipir got thinner and thinner as his body protested loudly. Screaming for him to stop starving it from food. Now, Felucipir was debating doing the cruel things that Venenum was telling him to. Luckily, his 'mother' always delivered him the left overs. Sometimes it was as small as little crumbs of cheese and bread or as big as half of a green bean... But at night, he managed to sneak out of his room and get some more... At the end of the week, another knock sounded at the door... It was the same woman... Felucipir's mother called him to come down, so he did. When he got down, the woman grabbed his arm and then he felt as though he was being pulled through a tube.

When the feeling stopped, they were in a place he couldn't describe. It seemed like an alley, but a lot bigger... A lot of people were walking around, talking, chatting, smiling...

At this point, It sickened him to watch all the happy and smiling faces. Does no one else have any problems?

"Where are we?" He looked up at the woman in curiosity...At least he was away from the house that cursed him in too many ways.

"Diagon Alley, a place for many wizards to get supplies. Especially children getting their school supplies to go to Hogwarts or other schools around the area." She smiled softly at the boy and looked back up, "Let's go get your supplies, then your books, then your robes and uniform and we'll get your wand last.

"Okay, what supplies do I need?"

"First we'll get the cauldron, a set of crystal phials, a telescope and a set of brass scales." She smiled kindly at him and took his small hand before starting at a brisk pace towards the shops. As they passed through the shops, slowly accumulating more and more items, he felt his spirits lifting up. The joy he hasn't felt in so long was slowly coming back to him, He was so grateful.

As she pulled the boy along, his slightly long, slightly curly brown hair bounced and blew along with the wind. The freckles on his pale skin seemed to be infinite. His blue eyes were sharp and piercing. His small, skinny body was being pushed in all directions. But nevertheless, he kept a strong grasp with this small hand on the professor's larger one. Diagon Alley truly was a beautiful place.

After they had finished with his other supplies, they went to the bookstore, Flourish and Blotts.

Felucipir loved to read books. They were his escape and his world, the only thing keeping him sane. He looked around the endless library with a grin that seemed to be too wide for his face. McGonagall saw the look on the boy's face and told him to pick out any book he wanted. She was going to buy that book for him. He looked past her oval shaped lenses into her bright blues eyes. His smile was growing infinitely wider if that was even possible. Immediately, he ran off into the shelves, he passed the other shoppers, and into the books. His heart raced and his imagination grew. As he was jogging toward the mystery section, he bumped into a taller boy carrying a large pile of books in his arms.

The tower of books toppled, bringing the boys down with them.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! Oh my god, what have I done?" Felucipir began frantically picking up the books on the floor, nervous tears pricking in his eyes, threatening to spill before a small hand touched his arm softly and delicately.

"It's fine! I probably should have asked for help anyway." The boy laughed, not at Felucipir, but at himself.

Felucipir looked up at the boy and saw a pale boy with perfectly smooth skin with was covered so much in freckles that it looked tanned. His hair was a fiery red and his smile was wide and joyful, like him. Felucipir couldn't help but laugh along with him as he finished picking up the boy's books.

"Oh, by the way, I'm Charles Weasley, but everyone calls me Charlie. What about you?" The boy introduced himself with that same beautiful smile which Felucipir urged to see after so long of gloomy and quiet faces.

"Felucipir Baruen..."

"That's a cool name! Are you going to Hogwarts as well?"

"Yeah..." I smiled at the taller boy in front of me and reached my hand out for him to shake.

And you'll be there with me...

'But don't get your hopes up, Felucipir Baruen.'