The Magic in Schitts Creek (Originally Named: Schitts Creek)

Our Cup Runneth Over: 1

I lay in my bed fiddling with my wand thinking about what it's going to be like to go home. A knock at the door rang in my ears. I flicked my wand at the door sprang open. My friend, Draco Malfoy, stood with his prefect's badge gleaming in the light.

"The feast is starting, mate. C'mon." Draco said. I sighed and got up. I adjusted my robes, making sure my tie was perfect and my robes had no wrinkles and put on my Head Boy badge.

"Right, let's go. I'm sure you don't want to miss pudding, eh?" I raised an inquisitive eyebrow. Draco nudged me. We walked into the Slytherin Common Room where we met Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise, and Pansy. The girl latched onto my friend's arm while Blaise and I struck a conversation on the way to the Great Hall.

"So, how does it feel to be the youngest graduating Hogwarts student, Evan?" Blaise nudged me as we walked out of the dungeons. I sighed.

"Honestly, I don't know if I want to go home. My parents practically ignored me and I barely had friends there." I huffed sadly. Blaise shot me a comforting look as we entered the hall. Dumbledore stood to make his annual end-of-the-year speech. I rolled my eyes and put my head down. He finally finished and food appeared on the table. Students made idle chatter as we grabbed our food.

In the middle of the feast, Mr. Filch came up to me. Ms. Norris purred as the caretaker stroked her head.

"Come with me." He rasped loudly. I scrambled to my feet and followed him to Professor Dumbledore's office. We walk in and the entire Hogwarts staff and paintings are there. The headmaster gave a warm smile and spread his arms in a grandfatherly way.

"Congratulations, Mr. Rose. You are officially the youngest Hogwarts graduate." He told me softly. The room erupted into cheers. Professor Snape came up to me and handed me a slip of paper. I looked down and in big letters.

POTIONS MASTERY.
SUBJECT TO: EVAN JOHN ROSE.
BLOOD TYPE: HALF-BLOOD
PARENTS: JOHN ROSE (ALIVE) SILVANA GAUNT (DECEASED)

REFERRED BY: SEVERUS PRINCE-SNAPE

BLOOD TYPE: HALF-BLOOD.

I looked at my Professor with wide eyes.

"No way, is this a joke?" I asked in disbelief. Professor Snape smirked down at me and pat my head. The man walked away. I looked back at my professors and scanned them carefully. Professor Umbridge and the Minister came up to me with her sickly sweet smile seeming almost genuine.

"Professor, Minister," I said smoothly. They smiled at me before Professor Umbridge spoke.

"As you are now graduating Hogwarts, you'll need your magic for the real world." She and Fudge raised their wands, " We are taking off the trace." A glowing light engulfed me. The light disappeared and I was on my knees. I stood up and gave everyone a charming smile.

"I will truly miss you all and if you can, send me an owl of Potter's adventures or if you need me back, yeh." I grabbed my wand and brought it to my neck. I muttered a quick spell while dragging my wand down my torso. Muggle clothes wrapped around my body. I twirled my wand and slipped it into the wrist holster.

"Young man, what is your wand made out of?" The Minister asked nervously. I looked at him and then at my wand.

"It has three cores; unicorn hair, dragon heartstring, and Phoenix feather. It was made with elder wood. Ollivander said it may be more powerful than the elder wand." They looked at me wide-eyed. I smirked and grabbed my trunk. I waved goodbye and apparated home.