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The Hobbity Wizard by Lewis Naylor
Format: Short story
Chapter 1: The Beginning
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In a hole in the ground there lived a Hobbit and with that Hobbit lived a wizard who didn’t know he wasn’t a Hobbit. You see, little did the Hobbity wizard know that something magical was about to happen to his simple Hobbit life. To understand this magic, we need to go back 10 years to the 31st of October. The Potters were living as normal of a life as one can in hiding. For the Potters were in grave danger you see. They were being hunted by the Dark Lord Voldemort.
Ten years ago, a prophecy was told, and the dark lord was frightened. No one ever thought that such a powerful wizard would be so afraid of a mere baby. That baby was Harry Potter.
Harry Potter was a wee lad of just one when he became one of the most praised and famous wizards of the century and centuries to come. Though his fame came from a horrific tragedy.
For on the day of October 31st the Potter’s hiding place was revealed to Voldemort. That night, Voldemort invaded the Potter house and killed Harry’s parents, James and Lily. All that was left for him was Harry.
An easy task it may seem to some, but the outcome tells otherwise. Young Harry, protected by the impenetrable magic of a mother’s love, eradicated Lord Voldemort and was left with only a simple lightning scar.
In hole in the ground there lived a Hobbit. His name was Bilbo Baggins. He was a very quiet Hobbit that kept to himself mostly, but he was nonetheless friendly when the time came around to talk to people who stopped by on regular days. But today wasn't a regular day. It was the Hobbit's birthday. He was turning 50 years old today and there was going to be a party that night with lots of people and food and wine and fireworks and everything you could think of. That morning the Hobbit decided to go out on his lawn and have a smoke in the peaceful sounds of the early morning. Because that would be the only peace he would have the rest of the day since his party was going to be positively crazy. Hobbit parties are always crazy.
While smoking some good Longbottom Leaf, Bilbo closed his eyes and breathed in the fresh air of the morning when suddenly it was interrupted by the sound of a deep voice that startled Bilbo and nearly made him fall off of his seat. "Good morning," said the deep voice. Still trying to recover from his startlement, being the friendly Hobbit he was he replied with the same phrase, "Good morning my fine sir.”
“I am afraid I have some grave news,” accounted the deep voice. This voice belonged to a man Bilbo had rarely ever seen, Albus Dumbledore. The news that Albus Dumbledore gave Bilbo startled him more than before. Dumbledore told Bilbo about what had happened to wee Harry Potter. That wasn’t what startled him most. What startled the little Hobbit is that he was expected to raise the orphaned boy in his own little Hobbit hole.
“The boy is a wizard, dear Bilbo. You should expect sporadic acts of magic in his growing years.”, explained Dumbledore.
“What about schooling?!??” exclaimed Bilbo exasperated by the thought of things magically happening without reason or warning.
“Schooling will come in a decade. You should be expecting an owl in approximately that time.”
Dumbledore informed the little Hobbit.
“An owl?!? In a decade?!? An owl hasn’t been seen in this land since Gandalf! And what do you suppose I am to do with the boy?!??” exclaimed Bilbo in great concern.
“Raise him well and simple with no knowledge of his fame.” Dumbledore concluded.
At the arrival of the baby, Bilbo decided then and there that he would raise this boy like a Hobbit and that it would be best to not start that by having a party.
Bilbo did his best to keep this child hidden from the outside world. For Harry is a wizard, and wizards are very hated in the Shire since Gandalf the Grey accidentally burned down half of the village with some of his big fireworks during a birthday party over 40 years ago. Little did Bilbo know that over the next 10 years he would grow to care for the boy.
As Dumbledore said, an owl did come to the Shire some ten years later. It was a sight that caused a roar in the village. Despite the roar Bilbo decided it was time to sit down and tell Harry the truth. ‘Besides he’s coming on eleven, he has the right to know his own fate and past,’ thought Bilbo.
“Harry, I need to discuss something with you that might come as a surprise... oh my, this is difficult... Harry, you’re a wizard.” consoled Bilbo.
“A-a-a wizard?” Harry replied in astonishment.
“Yes... a wizard.” replied Bilbo breathlessly.
“But wizards are... wizards are hated!” exclaimed Harry with confusion and a hint of disgust.
“Harry, wizards are only hated here.”
“Why are you telling me this now?” asked Harry.
“Because today you received a letter.” replied Bilbo.
The thought that he, Harry Potter, the boy who had been hidden from the outside world all his life had, a letter was the most thrilling thing that had come out of living in the Hobbit hole.
“I got a letter?!!?” exclaimed Harry with pure amazement, “From where??”
“From the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” replied Bilbo with a shadow of weary. “You will be attending there starting this September.”
Bilbo handed Harry his letter. Harry spent the next 10 minutes inspecting and goggling at every inch and aspect of the letter. After he had read it thoroughly, he asked Bilbo, “Where do we get all of this stuff?”
“There is a place in a distant land called Diagon Alley”, replied Bilbo. “I will escort you there in two weeks’ time to get you all of your things. It is a long way, but I will make sure you arrive there safely.”
Harry was both excited and frightened at the thought of finally leaving the Shire. Harry didn’t fully comprehend life outside of the Hobbit hole until that moment. For young Harry didn’t remember life outside of the Shire.
Chapter 2: New Friends
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A fortnight later, Harry and Bilbo made the venture to Diagon Alley, Harry filled with wonder and heads turning all the way. When they arrived Harry’s eyes were filled with wonderful bewilderment of how and why he had been kept from such magic. His questions were soon answered when the two entered the first store.
As Harry was getting fit for his robes, the seamstress stopped suddenly while measuring his shoulders. She noticed the famed lightning scar.
“Oh my!” The woman proclaimed, then she muttered, “It can’t be... oh no this isn’t possible... I am blessed with the honor...” Harry was confused why the woman was so surprised and then she asked him with a hint of disbelief, “Are you... Harry Potter?”
“Why, yes, I am, why do you ask?” replied Harry with polite confusion.
“Oh, my dear!” exclaimed the woman, “It’s Harry Potter! The one who defeated the dark lord has returned!”
The woman had the attention of her colleagues and the witches and wizards they were fitting. A small crowd formed around Harry to shake his hand and bid him welcome. Harry was overwhelmed by the attention, but was soon intrigued by a boy, about his age with white hair and pale skin, who had come up to him.
The boy stuck out his hand and introduced, “Hello, my name is Draco Malfoy. I assume you will also be attending Hogwarts. I am a first year. No need to introduce yourself. Your seamstress has seemed to do it for you.”
“Hello Draco, I will also be attending Hogwarts.” Harry returned with wonderment at the possibility of friendship in an unknown world.
“Uh... hey... I don’t really know my way around here and neither does my uh... dad... I mean uncle... do you mind showing us around?” asked Harry nervously and wondering why in the world he called Bilbo his dad.
“Sure. I’ll show you and your dad-uncle around. I’ve been here dozens of times and my house elf is getting my other school things for me.” replies Malfoy.
The crowd slowly cleared, and Harry and Draco finished their fittings and payed for their robes. The two boys headed back to the street to find Bilbo. When they found him, Harry introduced Draco and they went on their way. The boys spent the day getting Harry’s supplies and getting acquainted with one another while Bilbo dragged along butting in in an attempt to keep Harry from being influenced by Draco’s wealthy habits.
“So, what is this Hogwarts like?” Harry asked with curiosity.
“I haven’t been myself, but Father has told me some things.” replied Malfoy with a bit of gloat.
“Do tell me.” Harry urged on, his curiosity growing.
“Well, there are four houses Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. I just know I am going to be in Slytherin.” flaunted Draco, “Anyway, there is also house quidditch teams and ghosts floating about. Father says that the food is terrible...” Draco stopped there when he spotted a family of red headed wizards. He met the sight with a malicious smirk.
“That,” retorted Draco, “Is the Weasley family. Poor as a mouse that family. I wouldn’t go making friends with that sort. Their father is a little looney. They are blood traitors above all else.”
Harry didn’t much like the way Draco spoke of the nice looking Weasley family, but he chose to ignore that feeling because Draco was the closest thing he had to a friend in this new magical world.