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— Year 1: Chapters 1-5
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Chapter 1: Prologue
Warning* This is an alternate universe of both the Hogwarts Mystery Game and Sonic the Hedgehog series. Do not take cannon as god in this because characters will have age changed, families changed, and will be acting differently from the cannon universe. You can blame this on Sonic and his need to go dimension jumping if you want, but every thought is a possible universe, so there.
In the world of Mobius, two main races lived together, though not always in harmony. One were the humans, once the dominant species back before the days of fire, now spread thin and wide as they work to handle magic being inserted back into their world. The second was a race known as the Mobians. Mobians ranged from all sorts of animals that had gained intelligence, and were often more skilled with their magic.
One day, in the early years, four magic users; two humans and two Mobians, had decided to form a school for magic users so as to teach the youth and keep all safe from the lack of knowledge. There was Godric Gryffindor, a brown Hedgehog Mobian known for his bravery and courage. Then came his best friend; Salazar Slytherin, a fat and tall human who liked ambition and cunning, believed that only those whose families had magic should be able to learn, or pure-bloods as he called them. Rowena Ravenclaw was a Raven that had the wisdom of an owl (on her father’s side), and valued intelligence and Wisdom from her students. Finally came Rowena’s best friend, Helga Hufflepuff, a kindly plump lady who believed in loyalty, patience, and hardworking students. The four of them created the school known as Hogwarts. Thousands of years after this is where our story begins…
Chapter 2: Unrealistic Origins
A young boy was sitting in a forest as a downpour came upon him. He didn’t care. He was about the size of a four year old, and was considered a cripple amongst the humans. He was strange for many reasons. One in particular was that he was only two. His intelligence was quite high for a two year old, as were his abilities. He was a two-year-old who could accidently create a shield over himself when he was threatened and find himself hidden away when his father was abusive, if one could even call the man his father. Collin Snivelous Kintobor Junior, more commonly called Snively, was the pitiful genius son of Senior and his late wife, Merida. While Snively had never known his mother, he did know that his father blamed him for the woman’s death, even still two years later. Snively had grown to the age of two with the cunning of a young genius and the beatings of an abused slave. He didn’t know what kindness was, but he sorely craved it. In his mind, he supposed that it might have been his fault that his mother was dead, but would that truly solve everything if he were to die as well?
Snively looked up into the rain, hoping for some sort of answer before the plants moved around him to give him shelter. He knew it was probably his magic, but he felt better for it anyway. He felt as though someone cared.
“What are you doing out here, kid?” Snively jolted in shock as he turned to face a dusty blue hedgehog with a brown mustache. “Easy, easy, I won’t hurt you. I just want to know what you’re doing out here.”
Snively had never seen a Mobian before, but he had heard Senior rant about them. Snively never addressed his father as anything but Senior when he talked, as he didn’t feel the title father was supposed to go to one who warranted harming others without valid cause, and while he felt guilty of his mother’s death, he never truly felt it was his fault. But then again, he was only two. For all he knew, the world could fall around him and somehow he would stay alive and wouldn’t know that it was illogical. As far as he had heard, the Mobians were dangerous creatures, some being muggles and some being wizards. Judging by the wand in the hedgehog’s hand, he assumed this one was a wizard, like Senior and his uncle. That didn’t help him much though as he started to back up into the little shelter.
The Mobian looked at him with a hurt expression, as though he had been disappointed or had been saddened by the boy’s action. “Are you okay?” Snively paused. He had never been asked that before. The hedgehog sighed and tried another approach. “My name’s Charles, what’s your?”
Snively blinked as he tried to think. True, he had heard his real name once or twice before, but only on rare occasions since he knew that his father shared his name, and someone had addressed the man. Snively was rarely addressed at all, save for by Senior and his brother, Julian. Julian had disappeared a while ago though. They had always called him “Snively” though, and it hurt.
Snively looked up at the hedgehog who was standing in the rain under an invisible umbrella held by his wand. “I’m… Collin…” He said in a nervous, slightly high pitched voice that was also nasally. It was the only other name he knew was his.
Charles sighed. It was a start. “What are you doing out here, Collin?”
“Hiding.” That took no time to think about. It was the only word he knew that matched what he was doing, though surviving was probably closer to the truth.
“Hiding?” Charles asked as he slowly entered the shelter. “From what?”
“Not what, who…” Collin shivered slightly from the thought of being sent back.
“Alright then, who?”
“Senior…”
“Senior?” Charles quickly put together that he was addressing the junior of the family. “Is he your father?”
The face that Collin made was disgusted as he looked down to the grassy ground. “I’m told he is, but he’s not a very good one. That’s why my sister disappeared they say… I want to find my sister…” That was Collin’s first vocalized opinion. He usually kept to himself, but he felt that it didn’t matter anymore, he had been found. “Are you going to send me back?”
Charles took a good look at the boy. He had scrapes all over him, and his clothes were tattered and worn, not to mention the boy must have been closer to death than he was showing. In all honesty, young Collin should have probably died a while ago.
“No…” He couldn’t send him back, not like this… he would never forgive himself if he found out later on that the boy had been killed because of it. “I’m not going to send you back, Collin.”
“Thank you…” Collin then laid himself down, no longer fearing the hedgehog next to him. He was tired. “The rain won’t last long, so you shouldn’t have to worry.”
Charles raised a brow as the toddler fell asleep on the wet grassy ground, blissfully uncaring about the world around him for once in a great while. ‘I can’t just leave him here…’ Charles sighed as he waited for the rain to stop. Collin still didn’t wake up. Charles slowly picked up the little boy in his arms and carried him home, knowing that he couldn’t leave the boy alone anymore. He was so light! Besides, this child was something special, even if he didn’t know it yet.
Chapter 3: The Letter
9 years later…
“Collin, time to get up!” came the voice of Dr. Charles Hedgehog, one of the greatest scientists among the wizarding community. He was a kind middle aged hedgehog nearing his greying years, and had been raising his genius adopted son since he had found the boy. It took a while, but Collin eventually grew to be a healthy, bright, and cheerful boy.
“Coming, Father!” The young boy called as he put away his notes on something he remembered his sister talking about before disappearing. In truth, he had gotten up an hour earlier to try and figure out where his older sister had disappeared to again. This was his usual past time when he was alone, if he wasn’t working on his schooling. Collin was as short as a Mobian child, had messy brown hair that was spiked at the edges, much like his hedgehog father, and bright sky blue eyes that held wonder and recognition for all that went on. The eleven year old was excited, feeling like today was just going to be one of the good ones, then again, he had had a lot of good days since being adopted.
The two lived in muggle housing near the edge of a small town where not much happened, called Knothole. They didn’t mind it so much, as Charles Hedgehog was not only good with magic based science, but liked working with muggle science as well. “To learn from one is to learn for the other” he would sometimes say. Luckily, Knothole was one of the few places where Muggles were aware of the magic users existence, and accepted them openly. The ministry of magic didn’t know about this village though.
Collin came down in his usual favorite green t-shirt and jacket, looking about ready to take on the world. Charles smiled as he handed the boy his favorite cereal. “Ready for the day, I see.” Charles chuckled.
“Well it wasn’t going to wait for me.” Collin pointed out with a grin.
Charles just smirked and went back to reading “The Daily Prophet”. His smirk turned to a frown as he hid behind his newspaper, not wishing for his adopted son to see his expression and get worried. Collin got worried very easily, and was often times very apologetic. “Death Eaters strike again!” was the title on the front page, and it concerned Charles greatly. The Death Eaters were a group of wizards who believed that muggles were useless creatures that should be cast as servants or slaves to be more accurate. Leading them were the two most terrifying wizards the humans had ever come up with; Robotnik and Voldemort, though Voldemort had supposedly been defeated last fall. When Collin had first found out about Robotnik his eyes had widened and he had stayed in one of the cupboards for hours, mumbling incoherently about something to do with his human family that Charles had thought he would have forgotten by then. Collin had been about six then. Now Collin was eleven and Charles was just waiting for something special to come.
He didn’t have long to wait as a knock on the door startled the two geniuses from their routine. Collin, ever the timid one, immediately hid in the kitchen, acting like he was just taking care of the dishes. The boy was nervous around humans mainly, and had a natural sense for when they were around. He often had nightmares that Senior, his human father, had transfigured him into something so Charles couldn’t find him anymore. He was the most timid thing to be found in town, at least around the humans. With the Mobians, he was almost like another person, willing to play their games if they let him, helping them with their school work on occasion, and even helping to bandage them up. Collin liked reading medical books and if it wasn’t for his youth, Charles was certain that he’d already have a doctorates degree in medicine!
Charles made his way to the door calmly, half expecting it to be one of his neighbors asking for help on an invention, or someone from the ministry of magic to ask for help with a new spell. Both were good guesses, but for today, both were wrong. “Professor Dumbledore, what a pleasant surprise!” Charles smiled as he let the elderly human in. “Come in, come in, what’s brought you all the way to our little town?”
Professor Albus Dumbledore smiled as he was welcomed into the Hedgehog house. He noticed a very shy brunette boy peeking out from the kitchen, only to quickly hide once more. Dumbledore was tall, thin, and judging by the silver in his hair and long beard, which was long enough to tuck into his belt, was very old. He wore long robes with a purple cloak which swept the ground, along with high heeled buckled brown boots. His bright blue eyes sparkled behind his half-moon spectacles, and his nose was very log and crooked, as though broken multiple times. Collin had felt like he had just looked at a very interesting and joyful version of himself from a far off future! But… that couldn’t be right, could it? He timidly peaked out again to see the professor was talking to Charles about something, though his gaze seemed to be on Collin, and… he was smiling?
“Well, hello there.” Charles turned to see that Albus was talking to Collin. “You must be young Collin.”
Collin had elected at that moment to hide behind the wall again. Charles sighed. “Sorry, it takes him a bit to get used to humans. He’s had bad experiences with them.”
“Oh?”
“Collin, you can come out now. Professor Dumbledore is a friend.” Charles said calmly, trying to coax the young one out of hiding. “He won’t hurt you.”
Collin timidly came out of hiding and came close enough to be heard if he spoke, but still far enough to be able to duck if something was thrown at him. Charles felt that same pang he felt each time this happened. It only took about a year of Collin’s early life to turn him into this, but why?
“H…hello…” Truthfully, Collin was getting better. He could stand to be in the same room as many humans, so long as he felt there were plenty of Mobians to counter balance it. He didn’t like being without a Mobian nearby unless he had to. He could handle dealing with humans, but even still he was afraid.
“My name is Professor Albus Dumbledore. I am the headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” The older man smiled kindly at Collin as he held out a hand. Collin slowly reached out and shook the taller man’s hand. When he retracted his hand, he found an envelope in his hand with his full name on it; “Collin S. Hedgehog”. The boy grimaced as he looked up confused. “I would like to invite you to our school to work with your magic.”
Collin looked over to Charles for an explanation, but all he saw was pride and happiness. Charles wanted this for him. “Um… thank you?”
“Hehe, Collin, it’s to teach you what I can’t about your magic.” Charles explained. “I went to school when Professor Dumbledore still taught transfiguration. Teachers will be teaching you how to do all that, learn to control it, and even to fly a broom!”
“A… a broom?”
“Don’t knock it till you try it, son. It’s certainly something else!” Charles smiled largely under his big mustache. He couldn’t help but smirk at the idea of his tech and muggle like son trying to fly on a broom, only for him to zoom off out of the field.
“Would you like to learn more about magic with other students?” Dumbledore asked calmly with a smile in his eyes.
Collin looked up at him, and then opened the letter, quickly read it, and looked up again. “Y…yes please…”
“Then we’ll expect you on the Hogwarts Express this fall. Don’t worry though, there are plenty of first years coming in with you, so you’ll fit right in.” Dumbledore chuckled as he turned to Charles. “I trust you’ll have this under control?”
“Hehe, I just hope he doesn’t get too bored with the classes, he actually breezed through the muggle courses so fast that I had to put him on this new fangled online school they made for students like him.” Collin blushed as he wrinkled his face in a slight pout.
Dumbledore then laughed again at that. “I doubt that will be much of a problem.” He then turned and started to leave. “I will see you this fall then, Mr. Collin Hedgehog.”
Collin watched the taller human disappear without a trace in amazement. “… Father… do you think I can learn to do that someday?”
Charles smirked as he started to plan out the trip to Diagon Alley. “I don’t see why not, son. I don’t see why not.”
Chapter 4: Diagon Alley
Collin’s blue eyes couldn’t get any wider as he looked around Diagon Alley. Charles had never seen the boy so happy. Charles had given him the money to go and get his wand from Ollivander’s Wand Emporium while he went to get the boy’s text books. In the bustling alley there were all kinds of species from house elves on errands to Mobians and humans alike.
In the wand shop, Collin didn’t see anyone at first, and had started to feel nervous, until he came upon a man in one of the back areas, stocking the wands. “My apologies for the wait, Mr. Hedgehog. I’m afraid I was re-shelving wands from my last customer’s trials.” He was tall, seemed to be some sort of old lion, with a white mane and smile wrinkles around his dark eyes. His suit was similar to that of the colonial ages, which wasn’t much of a surprise considering that it was originally founded in 382 B. C., making it so old, who really cared what the owner wore so long as his merchandise was still as good as then? The lion smiled towards Collin who looked confused. “Or would you rather I address you as ‘Mr. Kintobor the second’?” Collin’s eyes widened at that and he shook his head vigorously. “Alright, my apologies… Senior’s wand did you quite a bit of damage, didn’t it?”
Collin felt himself grow smaller as his mind raced back to his first year of life. He knew many others couldn’t remember that far, but he did. He just didn’t know why. “Y…yes sir…” His curiosity made him wonder how this lion knew what he hadn’t even told his hedgehog father. He had never told Charles his human name, just his first name.
“Chin up, child. Now you get a wand of your own, just as your sister did before you.”
“You remember my sister?”
“Yes, Ms. Hope, she had refused to be called anything else.” The lion smiled as he searched his inventory for a wand. “I remember every wand I’ve ever made and/or sold, Mr. Hedgehog.” He pulled out a box and shook his head before putting it back. “12 inches, Maplewood, with a unicorn hair core. Shame she was expelled.”
“Yeah…” Collin sighed. He had only a few memories of his sister, but he knew that he wanted to know her better, and that she was far kinder than their “father” had been, if you could have called Senior that. “I felt bad for her. Hogwarts was her only escape from… from him… losing her wand probably made her feel she had nothing left for her.”
Mr. Ollivander came over to the young man with a soft smile. “Well, I’m sure she’s alright. Your family tends to all be bright… save for Senior…” he chuckled as he handed the small human a wand. “Try that…”
Collin nodded as he looked around for a target. He bit his lip and gave the wand a small wave like what Charles did. Multiple things flew off the ground only for them to come crashing down again, startling the poor boy. “YIPES!” He gently put the wand down on the countertop again, not wishing to repeat that incident.
Ollivander just chuckled. “Don’t worry. As I recall, Hope broke a bottle of my ink with her first try. I’ll try for another one.” He took a quick once over of the boy before smirking. “You know, I think I have just the thing for you… Hold on.” He went into the back and glanced over the wands. He pulled out a wand that was one of his older wands, yet it hadn’t found it’s wizard/witch yet. “This one is finicky, but I like to try and see if it’ll take to anyone.” He mutters partially to himself as he climbs down his ladder and makes his way back over to the boy. He bends down and looks at the boy. “How about you try this one?” He says with a light smile.
Collin looks at it wearily and slowly takes hold of it. Suddenly he feels a bright feeling in him as a bright light fills the room, causing him to look around in surprise, the mess around him fixing itself. When the small bit of magic is done, he looks at it with worry, as though he’s done something wrong. “Um… did I… er…”
“Ah, finally.”
“Huh?”
“I’ve been waiting for a long time for that wand to choose its wizard. It’s quite picky you know.” Ollivander smiled. “The wand chooses the wizard, young man. This wand has chosen you.” Collin manages a small smirk at that. “This wand is made of Acacia wood, is 12 inches, and quite pliable. With a unicorn hair for its core. Quite good for a powerful wizard in the making, that is, if you can manage to control it.”
Collin looked at the wand carefully, his blue eyes studying it, as though it held answers for him. He then turned to the lion with a smile, feeling confident about the whole thing, much to his own surprise. “I think I can handle it. It chose me for a reason, eh?”
“That’s right.”
After Collin paid for his wand, he left the shop and noticed that the streets had quieted down a bit. A human outside had dropped quite a few books it seemed. He was about his age with darker skin, black hair, brown eyes, and had thick black glasses. He was mumbling to himself as though embarrassed. Collin didn’t usually like dealing with humans, but he figured he’d have to get used to them at some point. He made his way over to the taller human.
“Need a hand?” He asked gently as he started to pick up the books.
“T…Thanks.” The two picked up all the books and had them in the taller boy’s bag quickly. After they were done, the two dusted themselves off. Collin found that the boy was only a few inches taller than him rather than what he had suspected. “I’m Rowan Khanna. What’s your name?”
“Collin Hedgehog.” Collin smiled. This boy seemed just as nervous as he did.
“Huh, you look human to me.” The two chuckled at the lame joke.
“Maybe, but goodness knows most humans don’t like me.” Collin sighed as he thought about his past. Then he frowned and shook his head. No, it wasn’t that “most humans” didn’t like him… it was just the ones he was related to. “Or maybe it’s just those who are genetically similar to me…” He gave off a slight scowl as he muttered this.
It was then that Rowan noticed the wand in Collin’s hand. “Huh, is that an Acacia wood wand?”
Collin grimaced. “Yes, how did you know?”
“Oh, my family runs a tree farm for wands and broom wood. So I’m something of an expert.”
Collin smiled. “That’s cool. My father just runs a lab outside a muggle village. We fix things for both wizards and muggles there.”
“That’s amazing. Oh, I’m also somewhat of an expert on Hogwarts.” Rowan blushed at this. “I’m a bit of a nerd. See, I’ve been reading Hogwarts: A History already in anticipation for my first year.” Collin couldn’t help his grin as he felt like he had found a kindred spirit, and in a human of all species! “I love reading and learning, especially about magic. I want to be the youngest professor to ever teach at Hogwarts!” Then he laughed a bit half-heartedly at a thought. “Also, staying inside and reading keeps me from going outside and farming.” Collin let out a chuckle at that. Rowan then had a somewhat sad gaze as another thought came to him. “That… and the fact that I don’t have any friends…”
Collin grimaced at that. He hated seeing anyone sadder than him. That, and this human was the first one his age, and magically inclined, that he had met; and he liked the conversation they had been having so far. “We can be friends…” He offered with a smile.
Rowan looked surprised and confused. “You don’t think I’m too nerdy and weird? People usually think I’m too nerdy and weird.”
Collin scoffed. “Rowan, you and I will be famous for that soon. Besides, people think I’m weird too. I’d rather be weird than normal.”
“Why do they think you’re weird?”
“Well for one, I ran away from my family when I was one, and for another I got adopted by a hedgehog.”
“Huh… if you don’t mind my asking, what was your original family? Uh, if it’s not to personal that is…” Rowan grimaced, not sure how he was supposed to handle this sort of thing, do you talk about it, do you not…
Collin thought about it. It had been years ago, and Senior had probably gotten himself killed, exiled, or arrested by now. He shrugged. “I don’t mind, but you might. My name was originally Collin Snivilous Kintobor the second.”
“Kintobor? As in Hope Kintobor?!”
“Ah, so people do remember my sister…” Collin muttered. ‘I last saw her when I was one. I miss her, sure, but truthfully, I just want to find her to clear up some things.’ Collin then sighed. His eyes were somewhat duller now. “Yes, that was my sister’s name…”
“The same Hope Kintobor who was expelled from Hogwarts for breaking school rules in search of the fabled cursed vaults?” Rowan now looked amazed.
“That’s what I heard…” Collin looked a little concerned now. “How do you know all of this?”
Rowan grimaced. “I know almost everything about Hogwarts!” Then he blushed. “Besides, that was a big story in the Daily Prophet. Everyone at school will know.”
“Greeeaaaat… a story that’s over a decade old, and it’s going to haunt me forever… brilliant.” Collin grumbled. “That’s another reason why they’ll think I’m weird too, in case you aren’t counting anymore.”
Rowan then surprised the young boy with a smile. “Then we’ll just have to be weird together!”
Collin’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
“Of course! Hey, can I see your letter?” He pulled out his own.
Collin reached into his bag to pull out his.
“Dear Collin Hedgehog,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonigal
Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”
Collin smirked as they both looked over their letters from the deputy head mistress. “I couldn’t be more excited to get to Hogwarts.”
“Me too! My mum gave me just enough to buy something special for school. I want something that will let everyone at Hogwarts know that I’m a serious intellectual who is well on his way to being Head Boy.” Rowan then grimaced. “The only problem is… I don’t know what to get…”
Collin chuckled. “A smart looking scarf is always good.”
“Great idea! Smart, and functional!”
“I’m glad we met, Rowan. It will be nice to see a friendly human face at school, hehe. Especially one who knows Hogwarts so well.”
“Me too, Collin! See you later on the Hogwarts Express!” Rowan replies as he heads off towards his mother, who is calling him over.
“Nice to see you’ve actually made a friend already, Collin.” Came the chuckle of Charles Hedgehog.
“Yes, I…” Collin turned around excitedly to talk about it, but was instantly shocked by the small brown pigmy owl that was sitting in a cage, looking at him expectantly. “Oh!”
“Hehe, meet your new owl, Collin. You’ll have to name him though.”
Collin took hold of the cage that was only slightly smaller than him and his father. He took a few seconds to think about it. “Griff? Does that sound like a good name?” The tiny owl hooted as though in approval, making the small human chuckle. This had been a great day, and was going to be a great year.
Chapter 5: The Hogwarts Express
Collin looked around Platform 9 and ¾ with a touch of hesitancy. He hadn’t truly left Charles side for long since he had been found. Charles just smirked and ruffled the boy’s spikey brown hair. “It’s going to be fine, Collin. I’ll tell you what, we’ll write to each other every week. You can tell me all about how much you’ve learned at school, and I’ll tell you what the latest thing I fixed was. How does that sound?”
Collin grimaced as he found himself feeling like he was a small child trying to make a deal to get desert early. “Heh, alright, father.” The two hugged before Collin heard the whistle and left to make his way onto the train.
Parents called out to their children with “Love you” s and “See you for Christmas” along with the occasional “Don’t forget to write!”
Collin had found an empty car and looked nervously with a small wave at his father, trying to keep himself calm. Nothing was going to happen just because he went to school. He wasn’t being sent away because he had done something wrong. He was just being sent to school. He’d see his father again for the holidays and again in the summer. Everything was going to be fine. The smile on the old hedgehog as the train pulled away assured him of that. He soon changed into his robes, unknowing of how long it would take to get to Hogwarts.
He opened one of his books and brought out a journal, starting to take notes on spells, marking them down for what they were, what they would do, and how the wand movements worked. Due to only having the first year’s book on these spells, he found himself done within an hour. After this, he started to work on a list of potions, and the ingredients that he’d need, as well as how to brew the potions. He found himself captivated with the defensive spells and potions as he kept studying, only partially aware of the few other students who joined him.
Some were Mobians, a few were humans, but all in all, with his books in hand, Collin found himself quite calm, even though he acknowledged that there were people around him. As the sun set, he pulled in his curiosity and put away his books, nibbling lightly on some sugar cookies that he had packed for the trip. The cookies were a favorite treat he called “Sugar Leaves” simply because he had once poured in green food coloring by accident, and then proceeded to turn the cookie shapes into leaves because he had thought it was a good idea. Charles had certainly been surprised by the seven year old when he was caught chewing on “leaves”.
When Collin stepped out of the train with his future classmates, he found himself face to face with a man who was physically his exact opposite. This man was a giant in Collin’s eyes, standing at least ten feet tall, wearing a full on brown beard and mangy mane. His chocolate brown eyes filled with glee as he looked at the new students. He wore the outfit of a forester and had the scent of the woods on him. “First years, over here!” He called out in a jovial, but loud voice. This was Rubeus Hagrid, the gamekeeper of Hogwarts. He was a half-giant, and Collin felt that he would have to be careful so that this giant would actually see him, just so that he wouldn’t be stepped on at least. Thankfully, Hagrid noticed the young boy as many students gathered around.
Hagrid led them down to the lake which held a magnificent view of the castle in the night, lit up with an eerie beauty that spoke highly of mystery and magic. The boats were all about to leave, and Collin, had yet to find a spot, when Hagrid spotted him.
“Over here, lad.” He called over to the tiny human with hedgehog styled hair. “There ya go.” He fitted him into a boat with a few Mobian children. “Let’s shove off.” He said as he got into his own boat, being so big, he had to sit alone in it.
As they floated towards the castle, being pulled by nothing they could see, Collin couldn’t help but feel excited as his sense of wonder was fulfilled beyond what he had once believed possible. If this was how the first night went, and he hadn’t even reached the castle yet, then he wondered how he would feel when the actual classes started!
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