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Hogwarts: A History
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Nathaniel hadn't been able to believe his eyes when his Hogwarts letter came. He was accepted into the school he had heard so much about from his grandfather, the school that he and his mother had gone to, and now he would be attending school there too. Everything had been prepared, his robes bought, his books and cauldron, he even got his wand, which his grandfather had never had time to get before Nero really needed it. His wand was 12 inch, reasonably supple, dragon heart string core made from walnut wood. He already had Clock, his scruffy old rat that was past it's years and marching on to the afterlife cluelessly.
With everything prepared, Nathaniel was stood on platform 9 and 3/4 with a slight tugging sensation in his stomach. His grandfather, a tall man with a long grey beard, was crouched and looking into the dark brown eyes of Nathaniel, his slender and wrinkly hands placed firmly on his shoulders. "Nero," he began with the nickname that he had given Nathaniel a week after taking custody of the temperamental and stubborn six year old, "You be a good boy, you hear?" His face was stern, his mouth drawn into a tight straight line and his eyes unblinking, and slightly cloudy due to age. While he may have seemed like a strict old man to an outsider, in the small circle of his family, Hubert Prodigialis was merely holding back emotion. "And you write to me too, boy. Don't you think because your aren't around anymore I won't be wanting to hear what you had for breakfast." He says and cracks a smile, while Nero vigorously nods his head. He had never been so great at goodbyes.
The train whistles loudly, last call for people to get onboard, last chance to say goodbye. Nero frowns and looks down at his small feet, before he looks into Hubert's eyes. "I'm going to miss you," he says quickly, before Hubert shakes his head and grins.
"Nonsense, you'll forget about me in no time, now go! You'll miss the train if you keep talking to me," he says, before slapping his shoulder playfully and standing up. He towered over Nero. It wasn't that he was freakishly tall, but a sixty something year old man usually would tower over an eleven year old who was small for their age. Nero bit his lip and quickly hugged his grandfather, for the last time until he came home for Christmas. A warm smile plays on Hubert's lips as Nero grabs Clock's cage, and his suitcase, before checking his pockets to make sure that his wand was there. Unable to find it, Hubert laughs slightly and hands his grandson the wand, which he had tucked neatly into the pockets of his floor length robe earlier, in fear that Nero would lose it.
With a final look back and a final smile, Nero jumped onto the train and began to search for somewhere to sit, before coming across an empty compartment which had a large window that clearly showed him his grandfather, who had a grin on his face, and watery eyes. Nero abandoned his things, grinning widely and waving at his grandfather through the glass. He had never been so excited, afraid, and nervous, in his short life.
With everything prepared, Nathaniel was stood on platform 9 and 3/4 with a slight tugging sensation in his stomach. His grandfather, a tall man with a long grey beard, was crouched and looking into the dark brown eyes of Nathaniel, his slender and wrinkly hands placed firmly on his shoulders. "Nero," he began with the nickname that he had given Nathaniel a week after taking custody of the temperamental and stubborn six year old, "You be a good boy, you hear?" His face was stern, his mouth drawn into a tight straight line and his eyes unblinking, and slightly cloudy due to age. While he may have seemed like a strict old man to an outsider, in the small circle of his family, Hubert Prodigialis was merely holding back emotion. "And you write to me too, boy. Don't you think because your aren't around anymore I won't be wanting to hear what you had for breakfast." He says and cracks a smile, while Nero vigorously nods his head. He had never been so great at goodbyes.
The train whistles loudly, last call for people to get onboard, last chance to say goodbye. Nero frowns and looks down at his small feet, before he looks into Hubert's eyes. "I'm going to miss you," he says quickly, before Hubert shakes his head and grins.
"Nonsense, you'll forget about me in no time, now go! You'll miss the train if you keep talking to me," he says, before slapping his shoulder playfully and standing up. He towered over Nero. It wasn't that he was freakishly tall, but a sixty something year old man usually would tower over an eleven year old who was small for their age. Nero bit his lip and quickly hugged his grandfather, for the last time until he came home for Christmas. A warm smile plays on Hubert's lips as Nero grabs Clock's cage, and his suitcase, before checking his pockets to make sure that his wand was there. Unable to find it, Hubert laughs slightly and hands his grandson the wand, which he had tucked neatly into the pockets of his floor length robe earlier, in fear that Nero would lose it.
With a final look back and a final smile, Nero jumped onto the train and began to search for somewhere to sit, before coming across an empty compartment which had a large window that clearly showed him his grandfather, who had a grin on his face, and watery eyes. Nero abandoned his things, grinning widely and waving at his grandfather through the glass. He had never been so excited, afraid, and nervous, in his short life.
