Author’s Note: I’ve always been excited to write fiction and have started a few other books, but at the moment I have found it most enjoying to write in a world that I know all about. The story and chapters below are set nineteen years later in the world of Harry Potter, and will include some of the characters from Harry Potter; but the main plot will vary. Future chapters will come soon. I will also keep changing and adding to previous chapters, so if they do not make sense, wait a week and I will have probably edited them.
The Fifth House
CHAPTER ONE
A HOUSLEY EXPLOSION
Daniel’s day started off normal, but that was before his house exploded. Waking up, he walked, bleary eyed, downstairs. It was summer again, so he found no need to hurry anywhere. He shuffled downstairs and turned the corner into the two windowed room. Suddenly Daniel looked out the window as a blurry shape passed by, wait, was that an owl? He rubbed his eyes to look again, but by that time it had gone, whatever it was. As Daniel neared the corner of the stairs, he started to yearn to be an owl. His house was laid out so that as soon as Daniel got downstairs, he entered the kitchen, which was the entrance to the rest of the house.
Entering the kitchen, he heard voices talking, “Have you heard the news,” asked his Mom’s light voice from the living room, “There have been flash-fires over a part of London we didn’t know existed!”
“Yeah, I heard that all right,” Huffed his fathers voice, “Them also say ‘at there’s been owls flying everywhere, and there’s no clue as to why.”
“Yes, dear,” pondered his Mother, then hushed her voice so Daniel had to come closer to listen, “I never knew if we should have taken him in, since he had the mark and all that.”
Daniel froze and almost went off balance as he heard that, it seemed that they were talking about him! Then he crawled forward on his hands and knees to hear more.
Suddenly his father turned on the TV, and Daniel distinctly heard the reporter talking: “And here is reporter Haley, on LIVE TV. So Haley, what exactly has been going on with the freak fire in east London?”
“Well, Scott,” Haley began, “We have many witnesses reporting to Scotland Yard that they saw a flash fire go over part of east London. When the public services got to the scene, though, there was no evidence of fire at all,” Haley said, waiting for the news to sink in. “The public services themselves, though, also report seeing the fire. Scotland Yard has finally concluded that there must have been a semi-explosion that caused the fire explosion that the witnesses saw.”
“Well I’ll be, Haley. Thanks for coming on to LIVE TV,” Scott concluded.
“You too, Scott,” said Haley, “And thanks for listening.”
“And now,” continued Scott, motioning to the audience, “To John for our birdwatcher program.”
“Thank you very much, Scott,” boomed the deep, well-known voice of John.
“So John,” asked Scott, “What exactly has been happening with the owls?”
“Well, Scott,” continued John, “it appears the owls have changed their nocturnal sleep patterns, as people all over England have reported seeing thousands of them fly by! Also reported from our English bird-watchers are the people dressed in cloaks everywhere! More on that later.”
“Goodness, it’s like nineteen years ago all over again, isn’t it?” Scott noted.
“Sure is, and”-
The TV was abruptly turned off by his father Daron, who said, “Goodness gracious, hate thinking about nineteen years ago when the hurricanes hit and freak storms and fog was everywhere in summer! Sure hope that ain’t gonna happen again.”
“Yeah. It’s been happening ever since we took him in. Do-do you think that it has something maybe to do with him?” Said his Mother, July in an even more hushed voice.
By this point Daniel wasn’t sure whether to run away, keep listening, or go out into the open and stop the conversation. Finally, after a period of silence, his body made the choice for him.
Shifting his wait, Daniel accidentally stepped on to the creaky plank, and his mother asked, “Is that you, Daniel?”
Daniel, knowing that his parents wouldn’t talk if he was near, reluctantly stepped out into the open, faked a yawn, and replied in a sleepy voice, “Yes, Mom. I was just coming downstairs for breakfast.”
“Ah,” sighed his mother in relief. “Here,” she, grunted, pushing a bowl of cereal sludge toward him, “have some breakfast.”
The rest of the day until lunch was relatively normal, though Daniel repeatedly tried to question his parents about their morning talk. Daron and his mother Lucy, though, just acted as if they didn’t know anything about it, and periodically went deaf whenever Daniel asked a question. Daniel, though, in the time he was alone, pondered the talk himself.
He eventually concluded that they were talking about him. He knew that he was adopted, though he didn’t know anything about his former parents, as Daron and Lucy never talked about them. What Daniel didn’t know, though, was why his parents thought that he had something to do with the strange events happening around the area, and what was his “mark” as James and Lucy called it? And was the thing that he saw outside an actual real owl? Underneath all of his other questions, though, Daniel had a deep feeling that things were goings to get a lot more complicated.
Soon a bland lunch had ended, and Daniel was left to his own devices. Wandering through the house, Daniel eventually went to the living room and turned on the TV. The radio station was still on LIVE TV, and Scott was speaking, “We have also received news that the robber band that lit the fire has been moving toward southern London, and the”-
“Oh, don’t listen to that rubbish,” Daron huffed, gently the remote control and turning the TV off.
“But dad,” Daniel said, “They just said that the robbers that lit the fire are moving-“
“It’ll rot your brains out, now do something else,” said Daron, dismissing the topic.
Daniel, though, still yearning to tell his father what he had heard, wondered about it by himself. What glimpse of news he had heard said that some the thieves that lit the fire, (how’d they even figure out who lit the fire) were moving toward southern London, where they lived at the moment. Gee, Daniel thought, this day was beginning to get creepy.
Suddenly, there was a loud “Bang!” Daniel swirled around, sure that the bang was coming from right outside their house. When he saw no one, he started looking for his parents, but remembered that they went upstairs. Then suddenly, a loud “Bang!” tore through the house, louder this time.
“Mom?” Daniel asked, “I think there’s something down”-
“BANG!” A sudden explosion tore through the house, tearing down the living room wall!
Daniel was thrown against the side of the wall with a sickening crunch, while flashes of light raced through the living room. Daniel rolled aside and looked up, ducking under the table. The whole half and parts of the room and ceiling were blown away, and flashes of green and red light danced across the room. People in cloaks were dueling with sticks, no, not sticks, wands, and people on broomsticks were flying above! Wait a second, Daniel thought, people don’t fly on broomsticks! But a sudden flash of light cracked the wall next to him, and Daniel decided that flying broomsticks were the least of his worries.
The air crackled with electricity, and Daniel tried to run back up the stairs. But suddenly, the floor below him exploded, and he fell down half a stairwell! The men who had destroyed the stairs ran toward the living room, their green, ruby, and emerald cloaks flowing behind them.
“What-what the heck?” Sputtered Daniel, trying to get a sense of what was going on. Suddenly, there was a loud “CRAACK!” and the other half of the room fell down! Daniel rolled to the side and stood up, not sure whether to run or look at the battle. But at the moment, one of the green-cloaked men ran out of the flashing battle toward Daniel!
He tried to back away, but tripped over a piece of cement behind him! Daniel began to raise his hands, but the man said, “Don’t worry, don’t worry, we’re from the ministry”-
Suddenly a black cloaked man, made his way out of the battle and raised his wand at Daniel! Then the green man swirled around and fired a red bolt at the black man behind him, who crumpled to the ground.
Then the green man continued without missing a beat, -“of Magic.”
“No kidin’!” Daniel muttered, awestruck.
“And we’ve come to, along with save your lives, tell you that you’re a wizard.”
“I’m not a wizard!” Daniel said, befuddled.
“Well we’ll soon see,” continued the Ministry of Magic guy. “Now stay put unless you’d like to get killed.”
Then he ran back into the battle.
“Stay put!” Daniel murmured. “In this?” And he ran to get a peek at the battle.
The battle was still heavy and the flashes of light were continuing, but the cloaked men that Daniel had seen were gaining. Soon, there were only three black-clad men surrounded by the rest of the seven Ministry wizards.
Then one of the black men spoke, “You may destroy us, but there will be more and more to come, and we will raise him from”-
Then the Ministry wizard Daniel had met fired a red spell at the man, and he crumpled to the floor, too, saying, “He was starting to annoy me.” Daniel was liking him more and more.
Soon the two remaining black-clad men had both been knocked unconscious, and the man who Daniel had met briefly before, returned, along with another Ministry wizard.
There was a brief period of silence before Daniel spoke, “What-what just happened?”
The two wizards looked at each other than the new wizard said, “To put it in a nutshell, we just stopped your house from getting robbed.”
“By them?” Daniel asked. “Why would they want to rob me, I’m not even a wizard! I don’t know anything about a Ministry of Magic!”
“Well,” the familiar wizard began “They thought you had something important to them.”
“Important? Wait a second, how are you even wizards, I thought those were fictional! And how am I supposed to be a wizard, and who were they, and what’s the Ministry of Magic, and are my parents safe, and,” Daniel had too many questions.
“Here, your parents are safe, but for the other questions, we know a guy who can answer those.” And the green-clad men led him into the main room.
An important-looking person was just dismissing the other four wizards, and then turned to them.
“Ah,” said the wizard in the room with a twinkle in his eyes, “Our wizard,” he said referring to Daniel. Then he turned to the two green clad wizards who had just brought Daniel in and said, “You’re dismissed.”
Then the two people disappeared into thin air in a resounding, “POP.”
And finally, the wizard who was left turned toward Daniel. “I see we have a confused wizard here,” he said. “But, before I can answer your question, I will tell you that I am the Minister of a Ministry that is based in a world of magic. And I will also tell you that you, my sir, are a wizard too.”
“But, but,” Daniel stuttered, “But I’ve never done magic in my life!”
“Well,” Said the Minister with a smile, “That’s probably because you’ve never tried too. For a fact, though, you have been accepted into the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I know that they do not take people without magic in their blood.” And the Minister handed him a white letter.
Daniel took it in his hands, dumbstruck, and slowly unwrapped it. Inside was a form from, yours truly, the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
“For… me?” Daniel asked, amazed.
“Yes, for you, Daniel,” said the Minister with his largest smile yet. “Term September first. We’ll send someone to take you to Diagon Alley on the 29th of July, unless you don’t want to go”- to which Daniel shook his head quickly and vigorously. “Any questions?” He asked, after a pause.
“What about my parents?” Daniel asked, then continued speaking, “And what about the black men and my house?”
“Your parents already know of this,” the Minister replied, “And your home will be watched, while we do not think that the black men will try to steal from here again. And for the house,” he turned around, said, “reparo,” and the house repaired itself immediately. “It doesn’t matter much.”
“So,” Daniel murmured, trying unsuccessfully to take it all in, “So magic is real.”
“Yes it is, Daniel,” the Minister replied, “Yes it is. By the way, my name is Arthur Weasley, if you need to contact me. Now, though,” Arthur said, glancing at his most peculiar watch, “I need to be gone. By, Daniel,” he said.
“By, Arthu-Minister,” Daniel stuttered.
Then Arthur, the Minister of a Ministry of Magic, disappeared with a “POP.”
Daniel stared around at the repaired room, then the form in his hands, then the room again, then the form in his hands.
“Geese,” Daniel said, feeling like he wanted to faint, “Magic is real.”
But suddenly, a heavy heaving and huffing object came down the stairs and interrupted his thoughts.
“You, my sir,” said Daron, “Are not going to magic, not like the others.”
Then Daniel turned in surprise, and faced his Dad.
Entering the kitchen, he heard voices talking, “Have you heard the news,” asked his Mom’s light voice from the living room, “There have been flash-fires over a part of London we didn’t know existed!”
“Yeah, I heard that all right,” Huffed his fathers voice, “Them also say ‘at there’s been owls flying everywhere, and there’s no clue as to why.”
“Yes, dear,” pondered his Mother, then hushed her voice so Daniel had to come closer to listen, “I never knew if we should have taken him in, since he had the mark and all that.”
Daniel froze and almost went off balance as he heard that, it seemed that they were talking about him! Then he crawled forward on his hands and knees to hear more.
Suddenly his father turned on the TV, and Daniel distinctly heard the reporter talking: “And here is reporter Haley, on LIVE TV. So Haley, what exactly has been going on with the freak fire in east London?”
“Well, Scott,” Haley began, “We have many witnesses reporting to Scotland Yard that they saw a flash fire go over part of east London. When the public services got to the scene, though, there was no evidence of fire at all,” Haley said, waiting for the news to sink in. “The public services themselves, though, also report seeing the fire. Scotland Yard has finally concluded that there must have been a semi-explosion that caused the fire explosion that the witnesses saw.”
“Well I’ll be, Haley. Thanks for coming on to LIVE TV,” Scott concluded.
“You too, Scott,” said Haley, “And thanks for listening.”
“And now,” continued Scott, motioning to the audience, “To John for our birdwatcher program.”
“Thank you very much, Scott,” boomed the deep, well-known voice of John.
“So John,” asked Scott, “What exactly has been happening with the owls?”
“Well, Scott,” continued John, “it appears the owls have changed their nocturnal sleep patterns, as people all over England have reported seeing thousands of them fly by! Also reported from our English bird-watchers are the people dressed in cloaks everywhere! More on that later.”
“Goodness, it’s like nineteen years ago all over again, isn’t it?” Scott noted.
“Sure is, and”-
The TV was abruptly turned off by his father Daron, who said, “Goodness gracious, hate thinking about nineteen years ago when the hurricanes hit and freak storms and fog was everywhere in summer! Sure hope that ain’t gonna happen again.”
“Yeah. It’s been happening ever since we took him in. Do-do you think that it has something maybe to do with him?” Said his Mother, July in an even more hushed voice.
By this point Daniel wasn’t sure whether to run away, keep listening, or go out into the open and stop the conversation. Finally, after a period of silence, his body made the choice for him.
Shifting his wait, Daniel accidentally stepped on to the creaky plank, and his mother asked, “Is that you, Daniel?”
Daniel, knowing that his parents wouldn’t talk if he was near, reluctantly stepped out into the open, faked a yawn, and replied in a sleepy voice, “Yes, Mom. I was just coming downstairs for breakfast.”
“Ah,” sighed his mother in relief. “Here,” she, grunted, pushing a bowl of cereal sludge toward him, “have some breakfast.”
The rest of the day until lunch was relatively normal, though Daniel repeatedly tried to question his parents about their morning talk. Daron and his mother Lucy, though, just acted as if they didn’t know anything about it, and periodically went deaf whenever Daniel asked a question. Daniel, though, in the time he was alone, pondered the talk himself.
He eventually concluded that they were talking about him. He knew that he was adopted, though he didn’t know anything about his former parents, as Daron and Lucy never talked about them. What Daniel didn’t know, though, was why his parents thought that he had something to do with the strange events happening around the area, and what was his “mark” as James and Lucy called it? And was the thing that he saw outside an actual real owl? Underneath all of his other questions, though, Daniel had a deep feeling that things were goings to get a lot more complicated.
Soon a bland lunch had ended, and Daniel was left to his own devices. Wandering through the house, Daniel eventually went to the living room and turned on the TV. The radio station was still on LIVE TV, and Scott was speaking, “We have also received news that the robber band that lit the fire has been moving toward southern London, and the”-
“Oh, don’t listen to that rubbish,” Daron huffed, gently the remote control and turning the TV off.
“But dad,” Daniel said, “They just said that the robbers that lit the fire are moving-“
“It’ll rot your brains out, now do something else,” said Daron, dismissing the topic.
Daniel, though, still yearning to tell his father what he had heard, wondered about it by himself. What glimpse of news he had heard said that some the thieves that lit the fire, (how’d they even figure out who lit the fire) were moving toward southern London, where they lived at the moment. Gee, Daniel thought, this day was beginning to get creepy.
Suddenly, there was a loud “Bang!” Daniel swirled around, sure that the bang was coming from right outside their house. When he saw no one, he started looking for his parents, but remembered that they went upstairs. Then suddenly, a loud “Bang!” tore through the house, louder this time.
“Mom?” Daniel asked, “I think there’s something down”-
“BANG!” A sudden explosion tore through the house, tearing down the living room wall!
Daniel was thrown against the side of the wall with a sickening crunch, while flashes of light raced through the living room. Daniel rolled aside and looked up, ducking under the table. The whole half and parts of the room and ceiling were blown away, and flashes of green and red light danced across the room. People in cloaks were dueling with sticks, no, not sticks, wands, and people on broomsticks were flying above! Wait a second, Daniel thought, people don’t fly on broomsticks! But a sudden flash of light cracked the wall next to him, and Daniel decided that flying broomsticks were the least of his worries.
The air crackled with electricity, and Daniel tried to run back up the stairs. But suddenly, the floor below him exploded, and he fell down half a stairwell! The men who had destroyed the stairs ran toward the living room, their green, ruby, and emerald cloaks flowing behind them.
“What-what the heck?” Sputtered Daniel, trying to get a sense of what was going on. Suddenly, there was a loud “CRAACK!” and the other half of the room fell down! Daniel rolled to the side and stood up, not sure whether to run or look at the battle. But at the moment, one of the green-cloaked men ran out of the flashing battle toward Daniel!
He tried to back away, but tripped over a piece of cement behind him! Daniel began to raise his hands, but the man said, “Don’t worry, don’t worry, we’re from the ministry”-
Suddenly a black cloaked man, made his way out of the battle and raised his wand at Daniel! Then the green man swirled around and fired a red bolt at the black man behind him, who crumpled to the ground.
Then the green man continued without missing a beat, -“of Magic.”
“No kidin’!” Daniel muttered, awestruck.
“And we’ve come to, along with save your lives, tell you that you’re a wizard.”
“I’m not a wizard!” Daniel said, befuddled.
“Well we’ll soon see,” continued the Ministry of Magic guy. “Now stay put unless you’d like to get killed.”
Then he ran back into the battle.
“Stay put!” Daniel murmured. “In this?” And he ran to get a peek at the battle.
The battle was still heavy and the flashes of light were continuing, but the cloaked men that Daniel had seen were gaining. Soon, there were only three black-clad men surrounded by the rest of the seven Ministry wizards.
Then one of the black men spoke, “You may destroy us, but there will be more and more to come, and we will raise him from”-
Then the Ministry wizard Daniel had met fired a red spell at the man, and he crumpled to the floor, too, saying, “He was starting to annoy me.” Daniel was liking him more and more.
Soon the two remaining black-clad men had both been knocked unconscious, and the man who Daniel had met briefly before, returned, along with another Ministry wizard.
There was a brief period of silence before Daniel spoke, “What-what just happened?”
The two wizards looked at each other than the new wizard said, “To put it in a nutshell, we just stopped your house from getting robbed.”
“By them?” Daniel asked. “Why would they want to rob me, I’m not even a wizard! I don’t know anything about a Ministry of Magic!”
“Well,” the familiar wizard began “They thought you had something important to them.”
“Important? Wait a second, how are you even wizards, I thought those were fictional! And how am I supposed to be a wizard, and who were they, and what’s the Ministry of Magic, and are my parents safe, and,” Daniel had too many questions.
“Here, your parents are safe, but for the other questions, we know a guy who can answer those.” And the green-clad men led him into the main room.
An important-looking person was just dismissing the other four wizards, and then turned to them.
“Ah,” said the wizard in the room with a twinkle in his eyes, “Our wizard,” he said referring to Daniel. Then he turned to the two green clad wizards who had just brought Daniel in and said, “You’re dismissed.”
Then the two people disappeared into thin air in a resounding, “POP.”
And finally, the wizard who was left turned toward Daniel. “I see we have a confused wizard here,” he said. “But, before I can answer your question, I will tell you that I am the Minister of a Ministry that is based in a world of magic. And I will also tell you that you, my sir, are a wizard too.”
“But, but,” Daniel stuttered, “But I’ve never done magic in my life!”
“Well,” Said the Minister with a smile, “That’s probably because you’ve never tried too. For a fact, though, you have been accepted into the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I know that they do not take people without magic in their blood.” And the Minister handed him a white letter.
Daniel took it in his hands, dumbstruck, and slowly unwrapped it. Inside was a form from, yours truly, the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
“For… me?” Daniel asked, amazed.
“Yes, for you, Daniel,” said the Minister with his largest smile yet. “Term September first. We’ll send someone to take you to Diagon Alley on the 29th of July, unless you don’t want to go”- to which Daniel shook his head quickly and vigorously. “Any questions?” He asked, after a pause.
“What about my parents?” Daniel asked, then continued speaking, “And what about the black men and my house?”
“Your parents already know of this,” the Minister replied, “And your home will be watched, while we do not think that the black men will try to steal from here again. And for the house,” he turned around, said, “reparo,” and the house repaired itself immediately. “It doesn’t matter much.”
“So,” Daniel murmured, trying unsuccessfully to take it all in, “So magic is real.”
“Yes it is, Daniel,” the Minister replied, “Yes it is. By the way, my name is Arthur Weasley, if you need to contact me. Now, though,” Arthur said, glancing at his most peculiar watch, “I need to be gone. By, Daniel,” he said.
“By, Arthu-Minister,” Daniel stuttered.
Then Arthur, the Minister of a Ministry of Magic, disappeared with a “POP.”
Daniel stared around at the repaired room, then the form in his hands, then the room again, then the form in his hands.
“Geese,” Daniel said, feeling like he wanted to faint, “Magic is real.”
But suddenly, a heavy heaving and huffing object came down the stairs and interrupted his thoughts.
“You, my sir,” said Daron, “Are not going to magic, not like the others.”
Then Daniel turned in surprise, and faced his Dad.