Chapter 1
”you will not be persuing magic”
Chuuya looked up at Verlaine. His piercing eyes tore into him. The Hogwarts acceptance letter was left forgotten in his hands. “You’re being unreasonable, I want to learn everything Hogwarts has to offer.”
Verlaine’s face crumpled into terrifying expression. However chuuya stood his ground even though he was currently fighting every instinct to flinch.
The letter - beginning to wrinkle in his clenched fists was ripped from his hands. He turned his head to see the man throw it in to the fireplace. “It’s for your own good chuuya, you’ll thank me one day.”
Chuuya was frozen in place. He couldn’t speak. A muted anger filled him, after all Hogwarts was his chance to find out about his past. Verlaine however clearly had other ideas. Whenever chuuya even brought up the subject he would get all defensive and sputter the same old nonsense ”am I not enough?!” Everytime.
He couldn’t exactly recall the earlier years of his life. Though to a more severe extent than other people - usually kids are able to think of memories from when they were younger, with their parents or friends. Chuuya didn’t have any of that. Whenever he did try to remember it was all a complete blur.
His earliest memory was when Verlaine took him in a few years ago. Back then he hadn’t a clue what a slice of bread was. He was introduced to the flags who found his cluelessness amusing and taught him everything he knows.
A slight smile threatened to tug on his lips as he recalled the fondness that was the flags. It was a shame really, Verlaine was a completely different man back then before theincident .Now he’s just a shell of what he once was and chuuya had to suffer because of it.
His hand instinctively reached towards the fire - hoping to salvage what he could of the quickly burning letter. When he pulled his hand out the paper crumbled into ashes in his palm. Nothing.
A defeated sigh left his lips. Verlaine was probably right. he should stay out of this magic business. Chuuya retreated to his room - well technically it was a closet but he wasn’t one to complain.
The small light flickered as he entered. His pile of books in the corner were tattered with use, though in decent condition. He made sure to take care of his belongings. However few they were.
As his slumped figure collapsed on the bed he grabbed a book. Chuuya looked through the pages swiftly looking for—there. Messy handwriting littered a few of the mostly blank pages. Albatross had written a few basic spells for him to practice, not that he actually could without a wand. Still chuuya made a swishing motion with his hand and quietly muttered them before bed every night. It calmed him down considerably.
He placed the book back into its original spot and led down, shutting his eyes. Sleep welcomed him.
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Verlaines anger truly had no limits. Chuuya had found this out after countless letters from Hogwarts had been dumped in the most amusing places by the familiar owl that had been by yesterday. His personal favorite had been the blondes hat. Verlaines reaction however was shouting slurs and trying to attack said owl.
The days blended together as Verlaines irritation peaked. The owl would not relent and neither would Verlaine. chuuya was caught in the crossfire. The windows were locked, the letter box had been destroyed entirely and the fireplace never ran out fuel. Though the papers created a distinct smell that chuuya wasn’t overly fond of.
On a particularly quiet morning he entered the kitchen only to see Verlaine with a serene expression enjoying a cup of tea. A very rare occurrence indeed. Something wasn’t quite right. His eyes made contact with Chuuya’s. “Say what day is it today?”
”..Sunday?” He raised a brow at the man in question. Just what was he getting at.
Verlaines sharp smile only widened “and what pray tell is so amazing about Sundays.”
Oh. “There’s no post on Sundays” so that was why Verlaine was weirdly in a good mood—he could always count on the man to have the strangest logic imaginable. “Exactly!” The man continued to sip on his tea.
Chuuya sat down at the table. ”Hoot hoot” he could hear a distant noise that only grew louder the more time passed. He looked over at Verlaine who seemingly hadn’t heard it. “hoot hoot” a sudden movement grabbed both of their attention before a rain of letters began to cover every surface. Delight filled chuuya as he saw the stamped letters littered everywhere.
However it wasn’t long lasting as verliane grabbed his wrist with an iron clad grip and practically dragged him into his vibrant red car. He only had time to grab his small bag of belongings.
Chuuya looked out of the passenger window only to be greeted with blurred surroundings: Verlaine was definitely going over the speed limit. The question was where they were going but he knew better then to ask a very pissed Verlaine any questions. He ran a hand over his wrist—it was going to bruise if the pain was a telling factor.
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Chuuya walked quickly to keep up with Verlaines hurried steps. Their footsteps echoed on the stone floor. “No more letters now” a triumphant grin crossed Verlaines face as he retreated up the stairs. After the man’s figure disappeared he looked around the place. A small worn sofa sat in the middle of the room but apart from that the place was empty except for the small bag that chuuya took with him.
Just how long were they going to stay in this strange place.Whatever the case, chuuya grabbed his books and flicked through. He whispered the familiar phrases. “Lumos” his hand swished as he continued until he drifted to sleep.
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BANG!! Chuuya jumped at the sudden noise. It was clearly night considering the candle chuuya had lit was still producing minuscule light with its small flame.
A large figure appeared in the doorway. Chuuya ran to hide in fear..it was like..no nothing was like that night. He could hear Verlaines footsteps retreating down the stairs.
“Get out of this house!!” Verlaines shout echoed in the empty space. The large figure made no move to leave instead he only stumbled towards them further. Chuuya’s face clearly showed fear as the larger man laughed.
“hello chuuya it’s been a while!” Verlaine stepped in front of him glaring at the man. A gun was in the blondes hands pointed at the intruder.
Who was this man - he sounded like he knew him in some capacity. The intruder had a large build with an unkept beard and long brown hair. His jacket had specks of mud and his boots were large. Chuuya couldn’t help wondering what size shoe he was. Thirty maybe?
The man in question put his hand towards Verlaines gun and clenched his fists around the muzzle - rendering it useless. Another hearty laugh left the man’s lips. “Oh come on you can do better then that!”
Verlaine however scowled at him. “I will not let you take chuuya to Hogwarts. He is safer outside of the magic world”
His words hung in the air. “Shouldn’t that be his decision” Chuuya’s eyes widened this man was from hogwarts. He’d come he for him.
”I want to go to Hogwarts” he spoke up suddenly. The large man smiled widely at him. “Then it’s settled! I’ll take ya there myself”
Verlaine offered an unnatural smile before laughing loudly. It was humorless. “I TOOK YOU IN AND GAVE YOU A HOME YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT BEFORE I PICKED YOU UP OFF THE-“
The blonde fell to the ground with a movement form the intruders wand. “He’s a fiesty one huh?”
“Verlaines…well..Verlaine, he means well he just has a..complicated way of showing it”
“Oh I forgot to introduce myself to ya! I’m hagrid the caretaker at Hogwarts” Hagrid extended a meaty hand towards him.
He rustled in his large pocket before pulling out a container. “It might be a little squished from me sitting on it the way here but I’m sure it’ll taste the same”
hagrid opened the container. It was..a cake with welcome to Hogwarts written sloppily with icing. A unexpected smile spread across his face as he turned towards hagrid. “..thank you” his voice caught slightly.
”now come on let’s get ya out of here” Chuuya began to follow him still holding the cake (not because it was his first one or anything) His eyes lingered on Verlaine for a second longer before his eyes narrowed. He turned towards hagrid who had been doing beckoning gestures towards him before walking out.
He caught up with hagrid and they walked towards the man’s broomstick.