Hogwarts and The Masks' Conspiracy

Chapter 1 - The Harrowbolts

     Ethan shot up, feeling a pain in his hand. Glancing down at it, he saw his alarm clock sinking its sharp fangs into his hand while simultaneously shouting, "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up, you confounded slug!"
     Finally waking up from his half-sleep, he let out a small yelp from the sharp pain before pulling out the bewitched clock's fangs and yelling, "I get it, now shut up!"
     As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the clock settled down, walking itself over to his bedside table with its legs. Ethan sat up, absent-mindedly looking around his room. Everything was just as it had been left last night- a messy pile of books sat in the corner of the room, most of the books having creases on the covers or containing wild ink splotches. Parchment containing diagrams made with Color-Changing Quills and notes scrawled across every inch of it littered the turquoise walls and beige carpet. No matter how many times he attempted to clean his room, it always somehow managed to become littered with useless rubbish. However, instead of wishing to perform the routine inspection of his room, he was instead trying to remember the dream he was having before the clock interrupted. Something about Masks... and new ages? No matter, it was probably another meaningless dream. Ethan jumped out of bed, headed down into the hall and sat down at the kitchen table.
     "Good morning, honey," his mother said. She and his father, who was reading The Daily Prophet, were already sitting at the table. A breakfast of sunny-side-up eggs and crispy bacon was already ready. Ethan grabbed a plate before sitting down at the dinner table and immediately began to devour the delicious food.
     "Are you excited to go to Diagon Alley?" his mother asked.
     "More or less," Ethan replied in between bites of egg and bacon.
     "More or less?!" said Ethan's mother exasperatedly. "How couldn't you be ecstatic? You get to choose your first ever wand, buy a pet that will serve you loyally throughout your years in Hogwarts, and get your first taste of wizarding culture!"
     Ethan showed her the fang marks on his hand. "Well, this certainly dampened my day a bit."
     "Oh, honey," said Mom attentively. She pulled his hand toward her before pulling out her wand, waving it and muttering, "Episkey." Instantly, a soft, warm feeling surrounded Ethan's hand and the fang marks disappeared.
     "Thanks," said Ethan appreciatively. "And, there's another..." he trailed off as he decided against telling her mother about his strange dream. "Nevermind. After seeing that magic, I'm suddenly really excited to get to Diagon Alley."
     "That's great," came a reply from his father. "I hope you have a great ti-"
     "You aren't coming with us?" Ethan asked.
     "Your father has Obliviatorial work at the Ministry," said his mother. "He can't come, so I'm going to be the one taking you."
     Checking the clock on the wall, Mrs. Harrowbolt gasped. "Just look at the time! We have to get going if we don't want to be caught in Floo traffic. Get dressed, sweetie."
    Mrs. Harrowbolt got up and went to her and Mr. Harrowbolt's room to get ready, while Ethan finished his breakfast and retreated to his room to get dressed.