HP: Dion the magician who changed everything

Alphonse stayed with me for almost 15 minutes stroking my head until I calmed down. 

"Very good sir, I haven't seen you get like this since a long time ago when you were refused to buy him an Opaleye dragon from the Antipodes"- Alphonse expresses as he gently pushes me away and stands up lightly wiping his jacket of my snot and tears.

"I'm sorry"-is the only thing that comes out of me after that distressing scene. 

"Now then, I took the trouble to bring the admission letter from the great Beauxbatons Magical Academy, and also as you ordered I threw away your other admission letter from the also well-known Hogwarts Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry, also as usual I brought the newspaper so you can enjoy solving the puzzles of the last pages"- he says winking at me while he puts the things on my bed. 

When I picked up the newspaper the first thing I noticed is that I am in Lyon, my hometown, exactly in June 1990, exactly 8 years before the big disaster... shit the letter.

" Alphonse, where did you throw the Hogwarts Academy letter?"

"My lord the letter at the moment is in the garbage bin at the back of the mansion"- exclaims Alphonse looking at me in amazement at my behavior. 

As I finish the sentence I don't give Alphonse time to ask any questions, my body moves as fast as possible to run out of the room, and I run down the hallway and slide down the staircase banister. 

Falling on the second floor I run directly to the back door of the house to open it with one blow, in the distance I see how a giant mountain of garbage is looming in the two containers, and although I'm still barefoot I run as fast as possible through the backyard.

When I get to the dumpsters I start tearing through the garbage bags looking for the letter.

After a few minutes bathed in food residues and other foul-smelling substances of dubious origin, I can't find the letter the first time, and there are still many more bags to go through.

Shit... what a bad start, my feet got peeled due to some rocks and slabs that were connected by different paths in different significant places in our backyard or better said, in our big garden of beautiful and rare flowers, along with sculptures of different famous artists of ancient Greece, well, hurting my feet was something to be expected if you don't run with shoes.

When I arrive at the door of the house Alphonse is waiting for me with a look that expresses many questions, I guess it is not so common to see a child running towards some garbage cans in such an agitated way, and that in a slightly agitated way he will start destroying each of the bags.

"My lord, ¿what's the matter? ¿what's the problem?" he asks as he bends down with a first aid kit to treat my minor scrapes. 

"I needed that letter," he replied a little frustrated. 

"But sir, you had indicated that you were not interested in any school other than Beauxbatons Magical Academy, ¿what happened?, ¿have you changed your mind?"- he asks as he wipes my feet carefully with gauze soaked in hydrogen peroxide to prevent any infection. 

"Although my dream was to go to Beauxbatons Magical Academy, I've been thinking for a few months now that maybe my mother would want me to go to Hogwarts Academy"-I tell her as I raise my gaze to the inside of the house.

I didn't remember it as big, my father managed to negotiate before my birth in the hope that I would have more children, and we could run through the labyrinth at the back of the house, also so that my mother could grow all kinds of vegetables and plants with magical effects.

Some people will say that it looks like a castle, but realistically what it resembles most is those typical old mansions built for important royalty when they made long trips and needed a place to rest, really now that you look at it well, as a child I was never aware of the privilege I had.

Unfortunately, a house as big as this one feels very lonely when you don't have many people to share it with, and Alphonse and I understood that very well since we were the only ones who were really staying here, the rest of the servants lived in the village that was a few minutes away by carriage or carriage.

Besides, anyone who saw my parents would never have thought they were such extravagant people with expensive and antique tastes.

As I lower my gaze again Alphonse is smiling with his eyes fixed on me.

"¿Is something wrong Alphonse?"-I ask a little puzzled at that meaningless smile. 

"You have left me speechless my lord, I didn't expect that change of yours, and you don't know how much it fills my interior with joy"- he expresses as he stands up again without wiping that smile from his face. 

"¿What do you mean Alphonse?"

"To tell the truth I was hoping that by a miracle he would change his mind, that's why..."- Alphonse puts his hand inside his coat and pulls out an envelope with the respective seal of Hogwarts of Witchcraft and WizardryAcademy, my hair stands on end when I see it in his hands, I can't do anything but hug him tightly. 

"Thank you so much Alphonse"- I tell him while my arms are still around his waist. 

"Calm down my lord, in the same way, Hogwarts letters are able to magically tell if a boy has read his letter or not, meaning that even if there wasn't the letter if you still hadn't made a decision on which academy to go to, it was going to keep coming repeatedly until you gave an answer"- explains Alphonse as he turns around and heads towards the kitchen. 

Something I had heard about the letters from the different schools, each one comes from different methods, A special pen writes the name of each magical child in their respective state at the time of their birth, allowing letters like the one from Hogwarts to be sent to all magical children at the appropriate time, even those born to Muggles. 

The letter is written in emerald green ink on parchment paper and is delivered to the recipient by owl, except in the case of Muggle-born and children living with Muggles, where the initial letter of acceptance is delivered by regular Muggle mail.

"All right, when you finish reading the letter, take a bath and brush your teeth well so you can go downstairs for breakfast."

Without giving an answer I nod my head and run back to my room, when I am in it I open the letter, and when I open it some kind of mini fireworks come out, which is totally different from the letter from Beauxbatons Academy where from the letter came out some kind of trumpets and the flag of France, the content does not really vary that much, it follows the same system of writing and wording: 

 HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

 Director: Albus Percival Wulfric Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

Dear Sir: Dion Beaumont de Legrand

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please note the list of required equipment and books. Classes begin on September 1st. We look forward to receiving your owl before July 31.

 Very cordially,

 Minerva McGonagall

 Deputy Headmistress

Once you have finished reading the letter, all you have to do is get ready and organize your day to go shopping for the items specifically requested on the menu.

But before that... I need to buy some clothes, what the fuck is that they used to put me in as a kid?, I look like the small version of a nobleman who dresses in Victorian-style clothes, it's awful, I can't even look at myself in the mirror, but it's the only thing I have so I'll hold out for a while until we make a little change in this closet.

When descending the stairs you could hear a soft laugh of a woman, or at least I thought so for a moment until her laughter was transformed and the woman let out a pretty powerful laugh that even frightened the few birds around, even between laughs you could hear how she made a sound of a little pig, something that could be considered low class in some people of high society. 

I try to make as little noise as possible and walk on the tip of my toes to the kitchen where that woman's frightening laughter is coming from, looking through a small opening in the door I managed to visualize Alphonse talking to Mrs. Amélie, the best cook in town, and Alphonse's secret love. 

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