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Dazai sat on his bed, reading. His room isn't much, considering he was the grandchild of the Port Mafia boss. Just a bed, a desk in the corner, a shelf next to the desk and a closet for his clothing.
He had just come back to his room after spending an insufferable hour in Mori's office after yet another failed attempt at suicide. Oh, how he wished he could be in the afterlife right now. Too bad that slimy doctor won't let him.
Dazai snapped himself out of his own thoughts. Thinking about that man just made him uncomfortable.
The bandaged boy leaned his head back and closed his eyes, letting out a sigh. Why must he still be alive and walking in this wretched world? Why must death avoid him?
A loud tapping sound filled the room and Dazai's eyes shot open, looking for the source of the sound. His eyes fell onto the single window in his room. (Not large enough for him to jump through, he tried)
On the other side of the glass was a tawny brown owl, with a few black markings, trying to get inside. Hesitantly, the brunette opened the window letting the bird inside.
The animal flapped inside and dropped a letter on his desk before flying out through the window once more. He stared at the window for a few moments before going over to his desk and picking up the letter.
There was a heavy feeling of old parchment. The paper was a slight yellow and had a thick feel to it. It was sealed with some kind of red wax with a symbol on it. He wasn't sure what it actually meant. Dazai turned the paper around to see the back, written in green ink.
𝘛𝘰 𝘔𝘳. 𝘛𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢
𝘠𝘰𝘬𝘰𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘢, __ _____𝘚𝘵, 𝘍𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳 __ 𝘙𝘰𝘰𝘮 __
Dazai stared, wide eyed, at the writing. They knew what his real name was. They knew what room he was in. But how? He furrowed his eyebrows, thoughts and questions bubbling in his mind.
First, an owl delivered the letter, not the usual way. Second, it was made out of parchment. Third, it has the exact location of where Dazai was staying and his real name.
He drew in a breath and tore open the letter. Inside were two more pieces of parchment. He took out one of them. The paper felt heavy in his hands. Dazai unfolded it and stared.
𝙃𝙤𝙜𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙎𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙒𝙞𝙯𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙧𝙮
𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧: 𝘼𝙡𝙗𝙪𝙨 𝘿𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙚
(𝘖𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯, 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴, 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘳, 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘨𝘸𝘶𝘮𝘱, 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘞𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴)
𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘔𝘳. 𝘛𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘏𝘰𝘨𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘳𝘺. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘱𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯 1 𝘚𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘭 𝘣𝘺 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 31 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘺.
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺,
𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙖 𝙈𝙘𝙂𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙡
𝘿𝙚𝙥𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨
Hold on...WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY!? Would Grandfather know anything about...this? The boy approached his door and paused. He wasn't allowed out of his room...But this wouldn't hurt right? After a moment of thought, Dazai pushed the door open and walked towards Grandfather's office.
After a few moments' walk, he was standing in front of the office door. Taking in a breath, he knocked on the door.
"Grandfather? I would like to speak," Dazai spoke into the door.
There was a "Come in," muffled by the wall.
Dazai pushed the door open, walking into an office. He went over to the desk, letter in hand. Pushing the nerves away, he opened his mouth to speak.
"Grandfather, I just received a letter for this Hogwarts thing. May I please know what this might be about? It includes my real name..." The brunette stated.
Grandfather looked up from his documents and looked at the letter. His expression was unreadable, but there was slight disappointment in his eyes. He opened his mouth and Dazai gulped nervously for what the older man had to say.
"I was expecting a letter from Mahoukotorou…" Grandfather commented.
The younger boy tilted his head in confusion. Mahoukotorou?
The bearded man seemed to have noticed his expression because he proceeded to explain, “It was the school your father went to. Your mother went to a school in Great Britain. Said school gave you this letter.”
The smaller boy nodded, understanding what the older man was saying.
The older man flipped the letter and wrote something in English that Dazai couldn’t quite make out before it was placed back into the envelope. He called in an owl and told it to return the letter to where it came from.
“I’ll have to assume your proficiency in English has not wavered. I’ll arrange something and you will be leaving in September,” Grandfather told him.
"Yes Grandfather," Dazai replied and bowed his head slightly.
"Now, return to your room until further notice. I expect that you are not to be wandering the halls again, else I put a bolt lock from the outside," The older man informed.
Dazai lifted his head and nodded, walking out the office with his mind full of the previous events.
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"Tag! Hehehehe!" sounded from a child, running around with others their age.
Chuuya sat on the side and watched the others play around in the field with a smile on his face, admiring the freedom he saw as the children ran around. What would he give to protect it all…to keep things as they were, to see the children happy.
“Hey, Chuuya! Come join us!!” Sounded a voice from the ginger boy’s right.
“Sorry Shirase, I kinda like sitting here and watching you all play,” Chuuya responded.
The other boy smiled before sitting down next to the ginger.
He opened his mouth to speak, staring into the field with Chuuya, “You know, you deserve some- OWL!”
The ginger turned his head in confusion, mumbling out a “Huh?” before an owl swooped down on him.
The boy began to scream a bit out of pure confusion on why an owl is here in broad daylight and swooping 𝘩𝘪𝘮. Before anything else could happen however, a letter went slapping straight into Chuuya’s face.
“Ow!”
“Chuuya! Are you alright?” Shuko asked, in a slightly panicked voice, while turning to look at the ginger. He was one of the older kids. Maybe 13? Ah, Chuuya forgot.
“Yeah, I’m fine..” The ginger responded, grabbing the letter off his face, “What the hell was that about?”
He looked at the letter, clearly English, in confusion.
The other boy approached Chuuya, taking a look at the letter from behind the other.
“It’s in English!” Shuko pointed out.
Chuuya rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I got that much.”
The other boy laughed to himself awkwardly. “Ah, good point. Let me have a look, maybe I can translate.”
“You know English?” Chuuya raised a brow.
Shuko nodded. “Yeah, well, I used to live in America.”
“Right…”
There was a break of silence as Chuuya handed the letter over and Shuko read over it.
“Chuuya!?” Shuko suddenly exclaimed, making the younger boy jump.
“Is…” Chuuya braced himself. “Is something wrong?”
Shuko blinked. “You uhm…You’re magic.”
“My magic?” Chuuya scrunched up his face.
Shuko shook his head, then lowered his voice. “No, no, I meant you are magic.”
“I’m WHAT!?” Chuuya gasped.
There was no way! But…Then again, he didn’t remember anything from his life until a few years ago…
But there’s no way he out of all people would be magic. He’s already gotten an ability for God’s sake! Is this a prank? An owl swooped down though…How could that possibly be faked?
“Shh, shhh,” Shuko hushed. “I’m like pretty sure this is meant to be a secret.”
Chuuya quickly shut his thoughts up and nodded. “What do you mean by magic though?”
The older boy pointed at the letter. “It says that you’re supposed to go to a magic school for wizards and witches.”
Chuuya furrowed his brows. “How am I supposed to go to school? I don’t even know how to read…”
Shuko shrugged. This would be massive news then. Especially since The Sheep has been relying on Chuuya to protect everyone… Would he even be able to leave?
“Hey,” Shuko put a hand on his shoulder and smiled reassuringly. “Are you worried about the others?”
The ginger nodded.
“It’s ok. I could help take care of things while you’re gone. It’ll be fine,” The older boy grinned. “Besides, we should take every opportunity we get. It’s not every day that a street kid gets to go to school, you know!”
“Alright then,” Chuuya agreed, albeit a little reluctantly. “But I don’t know any English, or how to read it.”
“I’ll ask for a guide and a translator then!” Shuko then turned over a letter and pulled out a run down pencil to scribble down a few words that were messy compared to the handwriting in the letter, and closed it back up. “Where’s that owl?”
As if on command, the owl that had dropped the letter earlier came down and landed in front of the two boys, looking at them expectantly. Shuko handed the letter over and told it to send it back to the people who had sent it in the first place.
“It’s ok Chuuya. I’ll bet you’re gonna do awesome,” Shuko said again, looking more confident than Chuuya felt. If only he had something remotely similar to Shuko’s confidence…
—
“Happy birthday, Harry,” he muttered to himself before blowing out the ‘candles’ of his ‘cake’ he drew in the thing that was meant to be a carpet.
Then a loud bang echoed through the shack and shook the very foundations of the wood that supported the thing. Harry sat up, sheets falling down to just above his knees. An intruder? But they were in the middle of nowhere!
Another bang came through and Dudley jolted awake. Harry backed away and against the wall.
One more crash and the door fell through, clean off its hinges. Aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon rushed down the stairs just as a giant man with a beard as thick as a stack of hay trodded through the doorway.