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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Lets just say for the past couple weeks, Y/N has been trying to kill Quirrell.
Yeah, Y/N pieced it together that Quirrell is behind all this. Snape seems to..."obvious" to be the culprit. Though that doesn't mean something shady doesn't linger around the Professor.
Y/N has come close to ending the stuttering man, like the time he approached him with his back turned.
Y/N smirks as he takes out his wand slowly. "Just gonna have to figure out a way to hide the b-"
"Oh, Mr. Mavros!" A squeaky voice calls out behind him, causing Y/N to quickly put away his wand and turn around.
"Professor Flitwick." Y/N nods with a strained smile as Quirrell quickly walks away.
The short Professor wobbles over to Y/N. "I just wanted to let you know how well you did on your test! I was throughly impressed. I shouldn't be surprised however, seeing as-"
"Seeing as Diana is my mother. I know." Y/N groans out, trying his best not to roll his eyes.
"Precisely!" Flitwick exclaims.
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"So glad you could carve out some time for US. You know...we need it. I sense some bad blood between us." A deep voice calls out in the darkness.
"No! Don't hurt my grandson! Get a-AAAHHH!" A flash of green invades the elderly woman's vision, slumping her to the ground as the baby starts wailing.
In the dark, a shadowy figure bends down and gives a kiss to a sleeping baby boy. "You will amount to great things, boy. All it'll take is time."
Y/N moves around harshly in his sleep as he gets a prolonged nightmare of an large man eating his 6 children one by one. The fourth child that was eaten looked a lot like Y/N.
The last thing he witnesses is a woman holding something in her arms as the beast approaches her.
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Y/N wakes up in a cold sweat as he takes deep breaths, surveying his surrounds as he tries to calm down. He whispers a word that he doesn't know, almost like a chant.
"Κρόνος, Κρόνος,"
This was not uncommon for him, because for as long as he can remember, his dreams have come to him with little to no sense. Is that the price of being a wizard? Weird ass dreams?
Y/N feels Slinky wrapping around his forearm, looking up at his owner as if it was worried. The red and black Python, unbeknownst to Y/N, seemingly changes it's size. That's how it can fit in his pocket, wrap around his waist, or even getting longer then 7 feet long.
