(If you're wondering why Axel is calling Harry, Harry instead of Uncle Harry is because it just makes things less complicated and because Harry is a casual guy who likes being on first name bases with his relatives and close friends. Enjoy the story!)
As I woke up one morning I remembered that today was the day that I would board the Hogwarts Express train at platform 9 3/4 later this evening. I was still using my wheelchair so Harry was going to have to help me at the station. He had also informed me that some of his friends would also come and assist me at the station so that I didn't get crushed on the train with all the people there. For the past couple of days, I had been trying to see what were the limits to me and Gizmo's telepathic bond, so far based on what I knew Gizmo could see something and I could see through her at the same time or when she came back I could also touch her and see what she had seen. I also figured out that my eyes would glow every time this happened and it would go back to the heterochromia colors during this process as well. I could also be in her body as if I was there and scout ahead. It was pretty cool and I also had found a way to not let Gizmo's eyes glow as mine did so this way it wouldn't be suspicious. I heard someone knocking at my door and I could already guess that it was probably Harry and his friends or my dad, considering how my grandparents didn't really like me being a wizard and all.
"Come in!" I yelled toward the door. A couple of seconds later Harry was walking into the room with an unfamiliar guy with red hair.
"Hey Axel, this is Ron Weasley, my friend, I would've also brought another friend named Hermione Granger but she's been busy lately. Anyway, you got all your stuff inside your trunk yet?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, are we leaving now?" I replied while attempting to scoot across the bed toward my wheelchair. I froze what I was doing when I heard Harry exclaim,
"Hold on! Let us help you! You're not fully healed yet and you need to be ready for your classes like learning how to ride the broom." I stared at him in disbelief, what was he talking about? Yeah, sure it still hurt but I was still very capable of doing stuff by myself!
"Well I feel a lot better and I think that I am very capable of moving by myself thank you very much!" resuming my scoot towards the wheelchair. I could feel them staring at me.
"Y'know Harry he's a lot like you when you were his age. Never let anybody do anything for you and acting stubborn about it too." Ron said whilst chuckling. I dropped down into the wheelchair a bit lopsided due to how I only had the use of one arm and leg. I straightened myself quickly before they started laughing at me.
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Hogwarts Descendants
FantasyAs generations after generations of wizards and witches attend Hogwarts. One of the descendants of the great wizards and witches from the year of Harry Potter comes with a great group of powerful witches and wizards that'll change the entire wizardi...