We all have heard the tale of the boy who lived, but what if there is another?
There is another child that had a similar fate as Harry on that fateful night.
What will this child learn at Hogwarts about magic, about himself, and about love?
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A/N: Forgot to put this in the last one, but Sword Skills belong to Reki Kawahara, but the translated names are my own.
Hermione POV
With Hagrid having a message for Y/N and then going with an older student I have to say I had an uneasy feeling. I knew he couldn't be in trouble, since I was with him for most of the time on the train. I don't want to lose my first friend before school even started. Maybe it has something to do with the box that was next to him on the train. I don't remember any of the school supplies being that big and it can't be a broom either. This is because first years were not allowed their own and the box was too small to carry one.
I hope everything is ok.
Y/N POV
Cedric told me that he was going to take me the long way to Professor McGonagall's office, so he could show me some of the different classrooms. He showed me where most of the first year classes were, which is going to be useful. We eventually arrive at Professor McGonagall's office and Cedric knocks on the door. In response we hear a "come in," so we enter. We are greeted by a woman in green robes sitting behind a desk with two chairs in front of it and the closed box with my sword to the left of it. "Ah, you must be Mr. L/N. I am Professor McGonagall head of the House of Gryffindor," she says very politely. Now turning to Cedric. "Thank you Mr. Diggory for bring Mr. L/N here. You can go now."
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"You are welcome Professor, I'll see you around Y/N," Cedric replies.
"Thanks Cedric and I'll see you around," I say. He smiles and then leaves us.
Turning my attention to Professor McGonagall she says, "please sit and make yourself comfortable. There are a few things I would like to discuss with you."
"Thank you Professor," I say while sitting down.
"I have owled your father a few time over the summer to see how you are progressing with your training and studies, since you decided to start a little early. How would you say it is going for you?"
I take a few seconds to collect my thoughts before I speak, "I would say that it is going well. I feel like I have improved since the beginning, but I still have a long way to go."
"Good to hear. You are wise for your age just like your father."
"You knew my father at my age?"
"I did. I also knew your mother, you have her eyes. They were very good students. Your father says that you don't really talk about his family or your mother, but I just wanted to let you know that I am his adoptive mother."
Surprised I say, "So you are my grandmother?"
"Yes, and if you even want to talk about your family or have any questions feel free to ask. I know that you feel uncomfortable when wanting to ask your father because you don't want him to be sad, a very noble quality I might add."
