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Dazai is at Diagon Alley with his grandfather, shopping for school supplies.. how on earth did he find himself in such a situation?
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Dazai walks into the office to see a old man sitting on a leather chair, his arms on the arm rests, with his legs crossed, he stops around 2 meters away from him.
"Sir." He says directed at the old man.
"Osamu, dear boy I'm so glad you could join me." The man said with a wide smile plasted across his face as he turns to look at the boy covered in bandages.
"Yes well if I hadn't I'm sure I wouldn't be fed tonight.." Dazai says as frowns and clutches his stomach.
This makes the man tone down his smile, "Osamu, I couldn't do that to you.."
"Oh? But you always do, sir."
"Yes well, I couldn't have the teachers at Hogwarts knowing that." He responds simply.
They stay in silence for a moment before-
"Wait, Hogwarts? Teachers? What are you talking about!?" Dazai asks with wide eyes.
The man simply chuckes as he goes to stand, uncrossing his legs and walking over to Dazai.
"You'll be attending Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, unless of course you decline like your father did."
The boy stills, considering his option, go to a with a bunch of snot nosed kids and learn- wait Witchcraft and Wizardry?
"Witchcraft? Wizardry? Are you finally going crazy, sir? Should we get you a doctor?" The boy asks as he makes to move away from the older man.
His grandfather looks at him with narrow eyes.
"Of course, you're father hasn't told you has he?" The older man asks.
The boy stays silent for a moment, then "My father hasn't even spoken to me, sir. You should know that better than most." He says the second part with a voice so quiet a normal person wouldn't hear it.
He heard it, the older man, his grandfather, he heard it.
"Right.. well, before we go off-topic I must inform you that you are a wizard, you're father too, and myself, our whole family is, Osamu." He says with a stern yet, kind voice, kind isn't usually a word one would use to describe this man.
"I always knew there was something more going on with mothers supposed magic tricks, didn't think they were really.. real though.." The boy says this with a laugh and slight smile on his face.
The older man sighs as he looks down to his grandson, who isn't being raped or hurt in ways his parents never even cared to ask about. He smiles as he thinks to himself, this kid is my grandson, and he's not safe here, but safer than he was with them, and he'll be safer at this school than he is here.
"Now! Will you, or will you not be willing to enroll at Hogwarts? If you don't wan't to I won't force you, but I would much rather you did." He puts his hands on the boys shoulders as he asks this.
He stays silent as he thinks about it, it would be nice he supposes, is it a bording school or one he has to walk to everyday? He doesn't want to have to walk there.
"What kind of school is it? Do I have to walk ther-"
"It's a bording school, you get three meals a day, even if you make any trouble you'll still be given food, a place to sleep, just don't get expelled and you'll be fine."
"Ah" he considers for a moment more.
"Please enroll me to Hogwarts, sir." He smiles slightly as he asks his grandfather to enroll him in Hogwarts.
"Alright."
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"Hm? A letter?"
He bends down to pick it up, it's adressed to the young man that's often seen in his boss's office, Dazai Osamu.
A old man with a monocle walks into the boss's office, "Sir." He bows politely as he walks over to his boss who is sitting at his desk.
"Yes, Hirotsu-kun?" The boss asks, with a stern look on his face.
The man, Hirotsu places the letter adressed to the boy on the desk before him, "A letter, adressed to Dazai-san, I found it on the floor at the door to your office, boss."
The man picks the letter up, inspecting it, he sees the writing, the wax seal, and realising what it is he speaks.
"Ah! I see, thank you Hirotsu-kun, see this letter is the letter that will tell him if he's been accepted into the school he applied for." The man says as he places the letter back down onto the table.
"Of course, sir." He stands, patiently waiting to be told to leave.
"Mhm, I am he got in, I'm sure he'll be happy to find that he has once he's opened the letter." He smiles. "Well, you may leave now, thank you."
He bows again, before turning to walk out.
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Dazai walks through the doors to his grandfathers office.
He sees the letter lying on his grandfathers desk, his heart beat speeds up slightly.
"Sir." He greets him.
"Osamu" He smiles, he reaches to pick up the letter to pass it to Dazai.
He goes to grab it from his grandfather, he pauses, "I can't.." he takes his hand back and closes his eyes.
"Can't what?" He asks.
"Open it."
"Why not?"
"I'm not sure.." He says, and it's true! He doesn't know why he can't, he just... can't.
It's quiet, too quiet.
His heart beat speeds up again.
It's so quiet, he can only hear his heart beating.
"I see"
The sound of paper ripping open as his grandfather tears it.
He hears the paper hitting the desk as his grandfather discards it to read the paper inside.
"Osamu." His grandfather says, he hesitates to open his eyes.
Once his eyes are open his grandfather looks at him, eyes narrowed, when-
"You've been accepted into Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry" His grandfather says cheerfully.
His eyes widen ever so slightly, "Accepted? I've been accepted?" He says, the joy in his voice evident as he smiles at his grandfather, the biggest and most joyful smile his grandfather has ever seen on him.
"You have!" His grandfather replies easily as he stands to give his grandson a hug.
The first hug.
The best hug.
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"What are we doing, sir?" Dazai asks as he watches his grandfather grab a small bucket - is that dust? - from his cupboard.
"This is floo powder, you just stand in the fireplace, grab a handful, and say 'Diagon Alley' and throw it to the floor, don't move, just wait for me, once I hvae you we'll be getting you your school supplies. Understood?"
Teleportation? That's cool. he thinks to himself as he nods in response to his grandfather, he then tajes a handful of floo powder, stand in his grandfathers fireplace, throws the floo powder to the floor and says "Diagon Alley!"
Now he's surrounded by witches and wizards, waiting for his grandfather, who appeares only seconds later.
"That was pretty cool, sir." He says to his grandfather.
The old man chuckles, "I agree, floo powder is very impressive, isn't it?"
They slowly make their way through the alley, stopping at a shop, he catches the name before they walk in, Ollivanders a wand shop, huh? He only now realises, How am is he supposed to do magic with his ability? Hello! Nullification? Well surely his grandfather has considered it right? He did bring him here so he must have he glances at his grandfather to see if he has.
"Ah! Mr.Dazai, I haven't seen you around here in a long while, since you were shopping for your son I believe, now who's this one mm?" Ollivander says as they enter the shop.
"Mhm, this is my grandson, Osamu, this is Ollivander, he's got the best wand shop in Diagon Alley." He says simply as he makes his way to counter, Osamu quietly trailling behind him.
"Right, well lets find a wand for you then!" He claps his hands as he steps on his latter and flies across the shelves, stopping at one.
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Half an hour later and they still haven't found one that agrees with him.
"This is really taking a long time, sir." He says directed at his grandfather.
"Agreed, it seems theres no wands that are fit with yourself." He replies staring seemingly at nothing.
"Right, well theres a few more.." Ollivander looks over and reaches for a box.
"Here! lets try this one shall we?" He asks as he places a box onto the counter.
"It's Acacia wood with a Dragon heartstring core." He points out as Dazai picks up the wand, a swish and a flick and, it works? holy shit it actually works? Wait but, how?
"Well! it looks like Acacia wood with Dragon heartstring is the one that'll work for you, Mr.Dazai" Ollivander says as he re-boxes the wand, passing it back to the boy.
"Yep! Seems so!" He grins as he takes back the wand, paying for it and walking out after thanking him.
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Nothing too interesting happens for the rest of the trip, except until he meets a boy at the book shop.
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He and his grandfather walk into a bookstore to get his school books, they split ways to cover more ground while searching for the books.
He's walking around looking for a charms book and he bumpts into someone, a really big someone.
"Oh! I'm sorry" he says looking up at the abnormally huge man, next to him is a young boy, probably around his own age.
"Eh, it's no problem err" The man says, prompting for his name.
"Eh? Oh uh, Dazai Osamu." The boy says, quietly chuckling to himself.
"Right, well uh, I've got somethin' I've got to go get." Says the huge man.
"Wait, uh Hagrid?" The younger boy asks to the man.
"You can stay 'ere with Dazai, 'arry I'm sure 'e won't mind you.' The man says as he walks off.
"Uh, um, hi" the young boy says directing his attention to Dazai.
"Hi." Dazai responds quickly.
"Um, I'm Harry, Harry Potter." The boy Harry says, introducing himself to Dazai, sticking his hand out for him to shake.
He shook it.
"Dazai Osamu, it's a plesure to meet you" He chuckles quietly.
"Right, yeah, you too." He says, "You wouldn't happen to know where any of these books are would you?" He tries to shows him the list.
"Nope." he responds, not even looking at it, "My grandfather and I split up to look for my school books but in all honesty," He turns to look at Harry "I gave up and am just sitting around waiting for him to find them all for me." He laughs, straching the back of his neck, that's when Harry realises.
Dazai has bandages all over him.
"Uhm, Dazai?" He narrows his eyes, "I don't mean to sound insensitive or anything but, what's with the bandages?" For just a split second, Dazai's eyes turn empty, Harry dosen't catch that though.
"Ah, they're mostly just for show." He says as he bites his tongue, hoping Harry'll stop there, and he does.
"Oh, alright then." He replies simply, knowing there's more to it, but they just met, he shouldn't even be asking these types of questions, so he definitely shouldn't pry any further than he aldready has.
As if it's perfectly timed, his grandfather has returned to his line of sight books in hand and is coming closer, "Ah, making friends already are we Osamu." He asks, more of a statement rather than a question.
"Oh, hello sir." Harry greets the older looking man, He must be Dazai's grandfather he thinks.
"Hello, uh?"
"Harry Potter." He states.
"Harry Potter? As in The boy who lived? That Harry Potter?" The man asks, eyes wide.
"Ah, yes that's me, sir."
"My god, Osamu you really are great at making friends you know?" He turns his head to Dazai to say as such, before turning his head back to Harry, "I assume you'll be going to Hogwarts aswel?" He asks.
He nods his head, "Yes I will be attending Hogwarts." He turns his head as he hears a chrip coming from over at the door, it's Hagrid... and a white bird?
He runs over to Hagrid at the door.
Dazai and his grandfather are left in silence, before Dazai speaks up, "Did you get all my books, sir?" He turns to look back to his grandfather.
"I did, yes, I realised after about 2 books that you were just ditching me to get them all for you." He chuckles before going to pay for them all.
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They've returned home now, Dazai is on his way to pass out of his grandfathers bed because he forgot to wash his sheets and air out his bed after spilling milk all over it the night before.
"Hm? Sleeping on my bed tonight?" The man walks into his room and says this as he finds a passed out Osamu under his sheets, having seemingly have discarded his shirt, pants and even bandages on a pile at the foot of the bed.
The man overlooks the eleven year old on his bed, at first frowning at the scars, scars that an eleven year old boy shouldn't have, then smiling, smiling that his eleven year old grandson is now comfortable enough with the idea of living with his grandfather to be able to strip almost completely naked and sleep in his bed, knowing that he won't be harmed in the slightest when he wakes, knowing he'll find his clothes cleaned and folded on the other side of the bed, waiting for him to wear.
The man goes grabs his pyjamas as he walks out, after having a shower and changing he comes back into the room, grabs a pillow from his bed and walking to the couch on the opposite side of the room, just as he lies down he glances over to his grandson.
"Good night Osamu."