Go through the journey of a young boy named Y/N Mavros, who is the product of two worlds that have fated him to fight for the survival of the magical world.
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"Whatever House I'm in, I hope she's not in it," Ron says as he throws his wand back in his trunk. His brothers stopped in for a quick "hello" before darting off.
Y/N doesn't know whether to agree with him or keep his mouth shut. He chooses to stick with the latter.
"Stupid spell." Ron mutters with a scowl. "George gave it to me. Like Y/N said, bet he knew it was a dud."
"What House are your brothers in?" Y/N asks, which Harry is also curious about.
"Gryffindor," He responds. Gloom seems to be settling on him again. "Mum and Dad were in it, too. I don't know what they'll say if I'm not. I don't suppose Ravenclaw would be too bad, but imagine if they put me in...put me in...."
"What? Slytherin?" Y/N asks, causing Ron to slowly nods his head.
"Is that the house Vol-, I mean, You-Know-Who was in?" Harry corrects himself.
"Yeah." Ron gloomily replies as he sinks deeper into his seat.
"Hey, Y/N." Harry starts off, getting Mavros attention. "What house are your siblings in?"
"Siblings? I'm the sum total. Which I'm thankful for."
"Oh. Then what about your mum and dad?"
Ron happily sits up before Y/N can answer. "His mum was in Gryffindor! One of the best seekers in Quidditch history!" His demeanor then changes. "His dad however...."
Harry notices the swift in Ron's expression. "What? What about him?"
Y/N rolls his eyes at Ron's over exaggeration. "My dad was sorted into Slytherin. I assume youve never heard of Aidoneus Mavros?"
Harry widens his eyes. "Your dad was in Slytherin? And no, I haven't."
"Well, yes, he was apart of that house...Not that I have a problem with that."
"How could you not?!" Ron exclaims, causing Harry and Y/N to look in his direction.
"Aren't you scared that he might go...like dark or something?"
"Dark?" Y/N laughs. "My dad already graduated from Hogwarts. If he was to go "dark," Don't you think he would've been so by now?"
"You're right." Ron whispers. "It's just that...my dad said that students and teachers during his time would say your father was so good at dueling, that he almost seemed to enjoy killing the bad guys."
Y/N has heard that before, from his mom and from his dad himself. Y/N simply leans back in his seat with a smirk.
"That's my dad for ya."
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As the 3 boys talk amongst themselves, they hear footsteps stop in front of the door yet again—Almost causing Y/N to groan out loud.
All three look and see a tall, pale boy with slicked back white-blonde hair standing in the doorway.
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