Hadrian looked excitedly at the letter in his hands while grinning incredulously. The letter was carefully folded back into the envelope with shaky hands. Hadrian hurried upstairs after patting the owl and giving it a piece of bacon it had been eyeing. Hadrian barged into his aunt and uncle's room and yelled.

"Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. A letter arrived."

“If you know what's best for you, Freak, you'll stop that racket.”

Hadrian skidded to a stop. Quickly remembering whom he was talking to. In a much quieter voice, he continued softly saying,

"I-I got a letter, uncle. The envelope says my name. Something about Hogwarts School of Magic."

"WHAT DID WE TELL YOU ABOUT THE M-WORD?" Vernon screamed, his neck and cheeks turning an ominous shade of red, as he flung the sheets aside and stomped towards Hadrian. Flinching slightly, Hadrian forced himself to stand still and await his impending punishment. Unfortunately, no amount of mental preparation Stopped the impact from causing the left side of his face to burn in pain.

Hadrian hastily gave his uncle the letter while still feeling a little shaken from the impact and left the room. Running into his under-the-stairs cabinet. He barricaded himself inside and made an effort to calm down. He snuck back out of his cupboard once he had sufficiently readied himself, quietly starting his work. His uncle chose to bring up the prior subject of magic again somewhat later in the day, close to dinnertime.

"Boy, after talking with your aunt, we've decided you'll stay here. They must have made a mistake by inviting you because you are useless. Is this understood." Hadrian was forced to nod in hateful acceptance as Uncle Vernon ended his remark with a stern gaze.

By this point in the evening, Hadrian was having trouble removing the letter's words from his mind. Hadrian quickly reviewed his life up to this point, and realized that the previously puzzling events now made a startling amount of sense. My aunt and uncle were aware. They must have been. Hadrian was unable to stop thinking these thoughts. But he was baffled as to why. Moving on, Hadrian tried to conjure a fireball as he had seen in video games and read about in books. Hadrian opened his eyes after intense concentration to find only blackness. Feeling very foolish, Hadrian thought back to when he had first appeared on the school roof when he was just five years old.

He closed his eyes and tried to distill the essence of that sensation. He focused on the idea of fire once more. This time the warm orange glow was visible before he even opened his eyes. Opening his eyes, he was rewarded with the flickering motion of the nearly golden flames. The flames dancing in the air were extremely beautiful to witness, albeit it wasn't quite a fireball. He watched as the fire slowly died, returning the room to darkness. Thinking rapidly, he attempted to create a ball of light so that he wouldn't always be in total darkness. This time, it just required one attempt before he received a very brilliant ball of light as payment.

He tried several more magical tricks because he was aware that he wouldn't be able to fall asleep anytime soon. He had mastered conjuring most of the natural elements by the time the following day had come. Even though he hadn't slept at all, he discovered that he wasn't at all exhausted; instead, it was as if the use of magic had energized him. Hadrian hurried through his morning tasks and made breakfast for the Dursleys before slipping out the front door and walking toward the library. He had decided to visit the library last night to gather further inspiration on how to use his newly discovered gift.

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He went to the front desk after entering the library. He inquired softly, "Excuse me, ma'am, is there any chance you could guide me to the books regarding magic and spells?" while lightly clearing his throat to draw the librarian's attention. He made the most of his heavenly appearance by smiling with the most endearing innocence. After she pointed him to the fantasy books, he quickly began looking through them. He had a significant stack of books in his arms after thirty minutes. He moved toward a table after deciding to start with what he had.

He saw several volumes with similar names while looking through his stack of books, so he started organizing them. He had six or seven smaller heaps of books by the time he was through. He opened the book at the top of the first pile and started reading.

After several hours of reading, Hadrian finally looked up from the book he was in and noticed the sun had already begun to set. Looking over the stack of books, he saw that he only had two left. Quickly checking out the unread books, he hurried home to do his tasks before bed.

Hadrian hastily secured the door before entering his cabinet and summoning the ball of light. The previous night, after several attempts, he had finally mastered adjusting the brightness and size. Even the hue had changed thanks to him. Hadrian used all the additional magic techniques he had learned the previous evening after the ball of light reached the ideal shape and color. He ended with the lightning strike and decided to move on to the fresh insights he had. Hadrian directed the light ball toward his face and watched as it shone on a pebble he had found on the way home. He focused intensely once again and willed the rock to ascend into the air.

This appeared to demand more energy than the other magical marvels he had accomplished earlier that night, he thought as he watched the rock rise. He tried the second thought he had earlier that day, pushing the first one to the back of his mind. He made an effort to make the pebble bigger while concentrating on the floating rock. Even though it took considerably longer than any of his past magical endeavors, he ultimately noticed the rock's apparent growth. However, he eventually understood that he was limited in how much he could raise it. Ignoring it, he tried to shrink the size, but no matter what he did, he couldn't get it smaller than its original size.

Hadrian ultimately gave up on reducing the rock's size and concluded that this would make a decent overnight stop. Hadrian slowly drifted off to sleep after conjuring a little flame to keep him warm.

Hadrian awakened from his slumber to the sounds of agitated voices. Looking around, he soon realized he had slept far too long.

"BOY! WHERE IS OUR BREAKFAST?"

Hadrian shuddered at the sound of his enraged uncle's raised voice before hurriedly rising and making his way into the kitchen. Hadrian quickly passed his uncle and started preparing breakfast. When they all heard a knock at their front door, his relatives had just started eating breakfast.

"Boy! Get the door."

Hadrian moved swiftly towards the door after casting a brief glance at his uncle. He opened it to find the most clichéd witch outfit he had ever seen. No matter what she was wearing, the woman at the door gave off the impression of being intelligent.

She said in a heavy Scottish accent, "Excuse me, is this the house of Veron and Petunia Dursley?"

Hadrian gently nodded his ascent, stepping aside.

"Do enter. If you'd like some breakfast, we are just getting started." Hadrian said politely.

"I'm afraid that I'm here for business. Even so, I appreciate you making the offer, " as she swiftly moved past him.

"I'm sorry for the interruption, but young Mr. Potter never replied to our letter." She said to Vernon. "I was assigned to see whether you had received your acceptance letter."

"Oh, that Hogwarts nonsense, We concluded that he wouldn't be attending your freakshow of a school." Vernon got up from his seat and replied angrily.

The still unnamed witch answered in the same testy manner, stiffening somewhat. " Unfortunately, muggles cannot choose whether to enroll in our school of magic."

She finished speaking and looked around the room till she saw Hadrian slowly walking into the kitchen."

"Mr. Potter, I am Minerva McGonagall, a professor. I am the headmistress of Hogwarts as well as the transfiguration instructor."