“Letter.”
2
Hogwarts Letter
手紙
July 25, 1991
Hogwarts, Headmasters Office.
…
Kunikuzushi Raiden,
頼伝 国崩
4th room 2nd floor
Raiden Manor
Kyoto, Japan
He had read over the text a few times, perhaps it was a mistake, but the quill of acceptance never makes a mistake. They had never had a Japanese student, much less a student from Japan. They would most likely go to a more local school, perhaps Mahoutokoro, despite its small size. How peculiar. From a country as far as Japan. What had made the book of acceptance think this student worthy for hogwarts?
With a distance that long, they couldn’t afford to send an owl. They would most likely need to go there to physically deliver the letter.
July 31, 1991
Raiden Manor
…
“He was originally born to be a vessel for a "heart."
But he shed tears in his dreams.
His creator observed thus:
He was too fragile, whether it be as a human or as a tool.”
Made by his Mother. Declared failure by his Creator. Abandoned by his God.
His presence is similar to that of a ghosts, he just lurks. With his porcelain like skin and his almost dead eyes, he surely fit into the criteria of a ghost, in terms of appearance, of course. He is still alive. His heart intact, but not beating. His heart, a fake. His heart, a replica. His mother gave him her heart, at the start. His original heart was his mother’s, but it too was removed by his mother.
The gnosis was his heart, in the past, but it was removed.
Her heart is not the one he has now. His heart is a replica, of the human heart. It does not have a function, it does not give blood to the body, it does not beat, and it too was a prototype, but it keeps him alive.
He hasn’t moved since Tuesday, which was just yesterday. He just sat there, sitting and staring; thinking. He hasn’t slept in a few days.
His body does not need blood, food, water, or oxygen to survive unlike humans. His mother had never finished creating him, so his body is extremely fragile.
Her technology had far surpassed other nations and Celestia. She had created a heart, perhaps smaller, and weaker than an actual heart, but if not for an experienced eye, you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.
He had lived in this empty manor for all his life in this world. It only added to the reason his complexion was similar to snow. He had yokai’s sure, but he still craves the motherly love of his creator. He never had a proper parent in this world. He craves for a mother, or a father, that would treat him like how his own mother had treated him. He needs to be controlled, he craves it, it’s his purpose. What if his purpose if he was created, but never controlled?
The only mother he had, had came close to forever blinding him. Her blade in front of his eye, one simple flinch would make him blind.
He never does anything that a normal child does. He barely goes out the house, and if he did, it would only be out in the garden. He never plays outside, preferring to stay in the comfort of his library or his room. He was not normal.
Created by a god. Declared failure by the god. Discarded by the god.
He was only a doll, made to be beautiful.
Yet he too, was a weapon. He was built to become one, a puppet. Controlled by the puppeteer, the god. He was discarded by the puppeteer.
His own mother, was the god. He was created by her, to become a weapon, to become a porcelain doll. Fragile, only meant to be kept on display. And to be discarded once broken.
He was declared a failure by her, he couldn’t understand why, he was a failure. His brain was never completely developed physically, but his Iq matched that of the archon, over time atleast, it would. He was discarded by her, in this world, away from her, away from Inazuma. The land where he was created.
Why discard a weapon— if its blade is still sharp.
He was only a prototype. But it still hurts him, that he was discarded.
He still craves to be with her, to feel her motherly love again. Yet it won’t happen. She discarded him here, with no way to go back. He hates her, and she hates him too, yet.. he wants to be reunited with her, once again, even if it was only for a second.
His own mother, his creator, his god, was the first to abandon him.
August 1, 1991
Raiden Manor
…
Minerve looked around, taking in her surroundings. They were in the magical district of Kyoto. It was obvious, as they had technology far greater than that of the other magical world. Brooms zooming past them, artificial animals that can do magic, and so much more.
But they were not here for just sightseeing, no, they were here to deliver a letter. To Raiden Kunikuzushi.
The Raiden Manor sat in the distance, seemingly overlooking the Kyoto District.
The Raiden’s were a well known pureblood family in Japan. They were part of the sacred 6 in Japan. But most of them died off, however. Not one had entered Mahoutokoro in many years. So.. why now? And why Hogwarts?
They went up to the manor, knocking on the door. The house was a traditional Japanese house. With a garden at the side. Maybe as large as the house itself, perhaps even larger.
The door was slid open by a Japanese House elf, the Zahiki Warashi.
Zashiki Warashi and their close cousins the Chōpirako. Where House elves are utterly servile, Zashiki Warashi and Chōpirako - like Yumboes and the now extinct Brownies - expect good treatment for their services and aid around a home, and will cause trouble as Makuragaeshi, or even leave if they are maltreated. However for as long as they stay and are well treated they can bring a house considerable good fortune, making them one of the more well considered Youkai in Japan.
While helpful, they do sometimes play pranks, however most of these are mild enough, or of a nature as to add to the feeling of home, rather than causing trouble. They are, like House Elves, rarely seen, but where House Elves have old, wizened appearances, Zashiki Warashi and Chōpirako look more like children, and often wear kimono or similarly suitable clothes, as well as requiring small gifts be left out for them - usually sweets - to acknowledge their presence and aid. A well cared for Zashiki Warashi or Chōpirako may outlive the human inhabitants of a house and tend it for many generations.
She read that once in the school libraries when she was a student.
The yokai moved to the side, letting them in. But before fully going in, Minerva took of her shoes, signalling Albus to do the same. She never knew why they did this in Japan, but she read about it before, and she feels as though it is right to do it before questioning. The yokai watched them with sharp eyes. Seemingly judging them. But nodded once it saw that they took their shoes off.
The place was clean, and well taken care of. It was obvious that the yokai were treated nicely. It was far too clean, it was almost sickening, you wouldn’t be able to tell that an 11-year old boy lived here.
It lead them to a place with a short table, where a boy sat, and he was oh so beautiful. With long violet hair, longer that most females, it was such a rich violet. A symbol of royalty and nobility. It was close to indigo, a symbol of wisdom and intuition, it was a beautiful combination. His eyes, a deep rich Indigo. A void, the space, devoid of stars, full of hope, yet hidden under a blurry mask. His skin pale, snow-like, porcelain. It was so light, it was obvious he lacked sunlight, he looked rather dull, colour less, like a porcelain doll. It lacked the redness of usual people’s skin, perhaps it was genes. Their nails were painted black, it stood out against his pale complexion. He sat there, motionless, his eyes like a void. Lacking emotion, yet deep in thought.
“Hello my boy,” Albus’ slow and calm voice cut through the silence. The boy quickly looked at them, his face showed no sign of emotion, but it was obvious that he was shocked.
The boy only stared at Albus with emotionless eyes. It was a creepy sight for just a boy only 11.
They had given him a list of supplies last week, It read:
First-year students will require:
- Uniform
- Three Sets of Plain Work Robes (Black)
- One Plain Pointed Hat (Black) for day wear
- One Pair of Protective Gloves (dragon hide or similar)
- One Winter Cloak (Black, silver fastenings)
- Please note that all student's clothes should carry name-tags at all times.
- Books
- The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1 by Miranda Goshawk
- A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
- Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
- A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
- One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
- Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
- Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
- The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
- Other Equipment
- 1 Wand
- 1 Cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
- 1 set of glass or crystal phials
- 1 telescope
- 1 set of brass scales
- Students may also bring an Owl, a Cat or a Toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.
He had made his travel to London about 2 days ago, only 3 days after they gave him the letter. His main reason for going to London is— because Kyoto does not have those materials. They are only use in British schools, excluding the wands. How he knows how to get them is a different story, he had to talk to people, he is capable of doing it, yes, but he just chooses not to.
He has crossed out almost all of it, he has all the books already, and additional ones. He already had a wand, even before, he’s pretty sure it’s an heirloom. Cherry wood, with a vision attatched to it. (He has no idea why it had a vision, only that has an affinity for strong spells.) And he has the cauldron, telescope, phials and brass scales already. Only things left is the wand, and the clothes. (And perhaps maybe a companion, perhaps he’ll get a black cat.)
And the clothes.. he’ll just get them privately tailored. As he does not want to talk to anyone, anymore.
He got a cat. Though not wanting to talk to people, he sucked it up and went to the Magical Menagerie. He got himself a black cat, with bright green eyes, that seemed to stare at him where ever he goes. He named it おぞましい.