Your A Wizard Jim

He had never thought that his life would change so drastically....or weirdly as it had on his sixteenth birthday.

It had started out like any other birthday with his mother gone and Frank acting like a drunken idiot and threatening to beat him within an inch of his life. Not even it being his birthday could save him from the bastard. He had tried to sneak out of the house only to be caught at the last minute and get a black eye for his troubles.

Frank grabbed him by the back of his hair which he had been making Jim grow out. "Sometimes I think your more trouble than your worth kid. If you didn't look like your mother and have lips that sucked better than hers I would toss you out on your ass."

Jim couldn't help himself from lashing out. "No you wouldn't because then you wouldn't get the check she sends every month. Then where would you get your money to buy your booze?"

He knew he had crossed a line when Franks eyes darkened and he tried to struggle harder to get away only to be backhanded for his troubles. He went sprawling onto the couch with Frank landing on top of him.

"Just don't know when to shut up and be a good boy do you Jim? Well I'll teach you the hard way."

He couldn't breath as Frank shoved down his pants and bit through his lip trying to think of anything else.

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The day could have gone worse, he thought, as he sat out in the back yard in his fathers old car. It was the only thing he had to remember the man that had died on his birthday. The man who was supposed to raise him and teach him the ways of the world. Instead he was stuck with Frank.

He sighed as he laid back in the seat and stared up at the stars. He loved looking at them and wishing that he was anywhere but here. He had of course thought about running away but up until that year he had his older brother to think about. Sam.....

Sam was a sore spot for Jim, since he viewed his brother as abandoning him. He had went and joined the army and left Jim alone with Frank. Sure he probably wouldn't have done it if he had known what was going on but surely he could have guessed and it wasn't like the beatings were anything new. No he felt like Sam had betrayed him and escaped when he had the chance. As far as Jim was concerned he didn't have a brother.

He licked at the open cut on his lip and hissed through his teeth. It was still sore but it had at least stop bleeding. He had tried to put medicine on it after he had almost rubbed his body raw in the shower trying to get the smell of Frank and alcohol off of him.

He sighed and sat up, rubbing at his eyes. He was tired but he didn't want to go back to the house and try to fall asleep. It was still early enough that Frank might be up waiting for him.

Suddenly he heard a loud popping noise and spun around in the car to see a cloud of black smoke landing a few feet in front of him. He ducked down to where he was just peeking over the top of the car seats, trying to see what was going on.

He heard coughing and squinted in the dark trying to see through the smoke. When it finally started to clear he saw a man flapping his arms about trying to clear the rest of it away. He shoved his goggles up off of his eyes and left them in his salt and pepper hair. He quickly got off the thing he was sitting on, which Jim quickly realized was a motor bike with a side car attached, and looked at the house before looking around the clearing. He dug in his back pocket before pulling out a piece of parchment, and a stick. He mumbled something and tapped the parchment with the stick that suddenly started glowing after he mumbled something else. He looked at the paper for a bit before looking up and slowly walking towards the car.

Jim wondered if he could run before the man got there or if he would be caught before he made it to the house. He decided to hunker down and hope the bike had made enough noise to bring Frank out. The least the sod could do was scare off this stranger.

He had just decided he might as well up and run when he heard the stranger call out not two feet away from him. "Jim? Is that you? You out here son?"

Who the fuck was this guy and how did he know his name? He sat up and quickly tried to scramble over the sides of the car only to be caught by the stranger. He struggled for a bit before going limp. The guy was stronger than he was. "Easy there kiddo. Im not going to hurt you. Im a friend of your fathers."

He stiffened in the mans arms. "Franks not my dad."

He heard a chuckle. "No, no hes not. I meant George son. George Kirk."

Jims head whipped up so fast he almost caught the stranger in the nose. "You knew my dad?"

"Knew him almost my whole entire life. Know your mother too." The stranger quickly looked around the field and motioned towards the house. "Would you rather talk about this inside? I have a lot to tell you."

Jim shivered slightly. "No. Lets stay out here. We can sit in the car." He quickly opened the car door for the other before the man could wander towards the house.

After the man had settled he turned to face Jim again. "Im going to guess your mother doesn't talk about your father or her past life a whole bunch does she?"

"Nope. Not at all actually. Shes rarely home anyway." He shrugged.

"Gonna take a guess that she didn't mention me either. My names Christopher Pike. Im the headmaster for Hogwarts, which I guess she didn't mention either. I normally don't make house visits but your a special case."

Jim snorted. "What so special about me?"

"Everything Jim. For starters your a wizard."

He stared at Pike for a moment before blurting out, "Bullshit."

Pike quickly took out his stick again and waved it in front of Jim. "Lumos." He said quietly and the tip of the stick started to glow.

"You pressed a button." Jim accused and Pike just laughed.

"I knew it would take more than a simple spell to make you believe. Come on lets get out of this car so I can show you something better then."

Once they were standing next to the car Pike pointed the stick at it and called, "Wingardium Leviosa." The car started lifting off the ground and Jim fell back on his butt looking up at it.

"No fucking way."

"James Tiberius Kirk! Language!" But Pike was smiling slightly so he knew he wasn't really in trouble.

"So you mean I can do stuff like this too?" He asked, dusting the dirt and grass off of himself after Pike had put the car back down.

"Of course you can with time, the proper training and the right wand. Which brings me to why Im here. Jim I would like to invite you to attend Hogwarts."

He barked out a hell yes before Pike had even gotten out Hogwarts. "When do we leave?"

"Tonight of course. I already had an arrangement with your mother that if you decided you wanted to go I would come to get you. My letters have been going unanswered though so I was starting to worry."

"What letters?"

"Thats what I had feared. Lets go pack your bag and I will have a talk with your guardian."

"No! Nononononono. Don't talk to Frank! Please! He wont let me go." Jim tried hard not to cry. There was no way Frank would let his source of income and fuck toy go.

"Jim. I just showed you that I can lift a car with my wand. Your guardian...this Frank does not scare me. I have paperwork signed by your mother allowing your entrance to the school so there is nothing he can do to stop it."

Jim hiccuped before breathing easy. "R-really?"

"Of course, son. Now lets go pack your bag."

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He finally finished packing the trunk that Pike had somehow pulled out of the smallest bag Jim had ever seen. He didn't know what was going downstairs now but he figured it couldn't be too bad. He had heard a few thumps earlier and had called down to make sure that Pike was alright only to hear that he was just dandy.

He dragged the trunk down the stairs, letting it thump to announce his presence. When he reached the bottom and faced the living room he was surprised to see Frank at wand point and crying.

"We ready to go Jim?" Pike asked, never taking his eyes off of Frank.

"Uh yeah. Whats going on?" He asked.

"Oh was just having a conversation with Frank about proper upbringing for children if he should ever decide to have any of his own." Jim noticed then that Frank had a matching black eye to Jims and a fat lip. He tried not to snicker.

"I will be back for that car at a later date Frank so dont even think of trying to sell it." Pike said before tucking his wand away. "Alright Jim lets head to the bike."

Once outside, with his trunk tucked neatly away in Pikes bag, he settled into the side car on the bike. "How long of a drive is it to the school?"

"Flight and pretty far. We need to stop at an inn on the way. Its called The Leaky Cauldron. You'll love it." As he talked the bike started up and started to lift off the ground.

"Whoa!" Jim cried.

"Knew you'd like that! Now were off!"

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They spent the night at The Leaky Cauldron and Pike said in the morning they were going to be shopping for Jim's school supplies.

When the morning ended up rolling around Jim was wide awake and ready to start his new life. Pike laughed at his enthusiasm. They passed through the secret entrance at the back of the inn and ended up in an alley that lead to shops. Jim couldn't hold back his gasp at the sight.

"Lets start with parchments and texts that you'll need for class, yeah?" Pike asked.

"Sure!" Jim bounced into the first shop. Pike handed over a list to the shop owner that greeted them. He quickly swished his wand and all the materials on the list floated towards him. Pike quickly tucked them into his bag and handed over some gold coins.

"What are those?" Jim asked.

"Wizard money, Jim. Those gold ones are called Galleons, the silver is a sickle, and the copper is a knut. Speaking of were gonna have to stop at Gringotts to get your own money from your vault."

"My Vault?" Jims eyes widened. He had money?

"Your father and mother wouldn't leave you with nothing Jim. Come along."

They trudged on to a few more stores before he finally asked. "If I have money why aren't I paying for any of this?"

"Think of this as a late birthday present." Pike winked and then ushered him into the pet shop. "Alright Jim this ones important. You need a familiar to take with you to school. Most children pick owls but the school does have its own owlery for messages. Pick which ever animal calls to you."

Jim walked around the store quietly looking at all the different animals he could pick. Lizards, rats, owls and others were all around the shop. He wasn't paying any attention to where he was going and accidentally bumped into another boy his age who was holding a black cat.

"Sorry!" He said.

"That is alright." The other nodded at him, looking at him up and down.

"Uh. My names Jim. Jim Kirk." He held out his hand and pulled it back when he heard the whole store gasp at his name. Whispers of the boy who lived started going around the store. The boy across from him though didn't seem fazed.

"I am known as S'chn T'gai Spock. You may call me Spock."

Jim nodded. "Alright. Do you go to Hogwarts too?" He asked, trying to ignore the stares.

"I do currently attend Hogwarts though I am sure that my father wishes me to attend court instead." He stroked the cat slowly.

"Court?"

"Yes. I am Fae of the Winter Court and in line to the throne. Therefore my father wishes me to be training for this, though my mother who is a witch wishes for me to learn about all of my abilities at Hogwarts."

"Sounds like your mother has your father whipped."

"Whipped?"

"It means under her thumb? You know, doing what ever she wants."

"Indeed. I must depart now."

"See you on the train. Maybe we can sit together?" He was hopeful that he had made his first real friend.

"That would be.....desirable. Until then."