The past few months have been enjoyable, I would wake up read my magical text practice some of them with my wand, have breakfast, do some work and then again back to magic. I studied it like there was no Tomorrow, every free time went into that. The result?
Swoosh
Now I can change a object to another with just a thought, it is limited to small things for now, like a pen to quill or a comb to knife but this much is enough if u want to be lethal with my magic. In a pinch? Just transfigure nearby objects to anything sharp like glass or metal or just wood, control it with magic and send it full speed towards my enemies.
This was just me playing with transfiguration to be lethal, with a bit of effort I can just will every strand of my hair to move according to my will, need a new hair style? Just swish my hand and swoosh turn hair spiky. Yes that cool, the amount of control needed in charms to make it possible is very high, keyword charms this all can be done through a simple wingardium leviosa just through sheer control.
So yeah, the previous months have been good. I am also exited about Tomorrow, because that is when I will go to the Kings Cross station to board the Hogwarts express.
The most surprisingly enjoying thing was my potions book, I haven't thought I would like it but colour me surprised, it was something I enjoyed knowing. It contained details about how different ingredients react with each other, a bit like chemistry but with cooler components, and the amount of minute control of magic energy required to tweak different steps is mind blowing. Someone with poor control of their magic won't even be able to do potions very well. Herbology was interesting too but not to my liking.
The book about magical creatures was especially interesting, it mentioned many things about some beasts and magical creatures, yes those are totally different groups divided based on their intelligence levels. Magical creatures tend to be in the smarter side of spectrum like centaurs and mer-peoples. Not that any beast is less intelligent but they tend to have a very animal like behaviour.
Another thing I enjoyed was the book about hexes and counter-curses. The theory behind how the work was a bit difficult to understand but it was easier once I read the book about Fundamentals of magic.
I moved about my room thinking about what to do now as I have already finished all the books, I wished they allowed the first years to study ancient runes, enchanting different objects or ward making would be fun to learn.
"Marcus!!" I hear someone shout followed by hard nocking on my door. I open it and there was Kevin outside.
"Hey! good evening. Why are you cooped up in your room today? Let's play outside it is your last day here today isn't it?" He asked me to come outside, coming to think of it, it is indeed my last day for a while here.
"Good evening Kevin, yes it is indeed my last day here today for a few months that is." I corrected him with a smile. "I am coming to play wait for me, I will arrange my room first." Hearing that his face lit up, I don't usually play with anyone, he nods and tells me he is waiting for me outside.
I close the door make my bed set everything out of its place back where it belongs all with the help of magic, yes I am lazy, so what? Everyone would be if they could do things like me. Nodding to myself seeing my now clean room I open the door to find Kevin waiting patiently for me.
"Let's go now." I say to him and we run off to the field, which is also a part of our orphanage. There some other boys were also waiting they all cheer up seeing Kevin return with me, I laugh at their antics and we proceed to play a long and completely fair game of tag. Wink-Wink.
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Head caretaker's POV:
I watch them play a game of tag, laughing at each other, and feel the happiness from them.
Tomorrow it will be time for dear Marcus to move to the next chapter of his life, I pray to lord that he succeeds where ever heard goes.
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Marcus's POV:
I laugh at some joke made by one of the other boy as we move towards the dining hall for dinner.
"Children." I hear the voice of Miss Matilda, oh no. We all look towards her, all of us covered in dust. She gives us a stern look and says, "You all have to take a bath first, there is no way you will be allowed in the dinning hall like this."
"Ok Miss Matilda!!" we all shout and run of towards the bathing area for a quick bath. It was much needed too.
After that we get ready into the clothes outside each of our booths, probably placed there by Miss Margret. And move again towards the dinning hall.
The dinner went good with mine of getting scolded about anything. In the end Miss Sophie said a few words about my imminent departure.
I thank her for her kind words and say my final good bye to all other children. Which they all just returned with a small come back soon. After all that we move off to our rooms to retire for the night.
The next morning I woke up early at six, took a bath, got ready took my already packed trunk and went with Miss Gertrude to the nearest bus stop from there we took a bus to London, on the way I and Miss Gertrude chatted a bit about some minor things. The bus rude was a few hours long but we reached London by 9:30 AM. Once there, we shopped for some supplies for the orphanage, Miss Gertrude generally does that. After all the shopping was done and the orders were placed it was already 10:30, with the Hogwarts express moving out at 11:00 we went off to the station, there I assured her I knew my way and sent her back.
Sigh…here we go Wizarding world. I went straight towards the third pillar between platform 9 and ten, I ran into it and just as I was about to collide I passed through a watery wall and on the other side was a steam engine saying Hogwarts express.
I stared at it in amazement as it was my first time seeing a steam engine.
Cough
Someone coughed behind me, turning I saw another boy red haired and freckled, gesturing me to move to the side. I nod apologetically and move to the side allowing him passage forward.
I see him going off on his own not saying anything else to me and I too move to enter the train. Entering it I walk to the back of the train, searching for a empty compartment, all the while my trunk floating behind me since entering platform 9¾.
I don't find one, instead I had to share one with the same boy from before. I nock at the door of compartment making him look up. "Can I sit here, any other compartments is filled with others." I ask hopefully. He stares at me for a while but eventually nods and goes back to setting his belongings.
After placing my trunk at the rack with magic I see him looking at me curiously. I greet him, "Good morning, my name is Marcus. What is yours?"
"Henry, my name is Henry Potter, was that wand less magic?" he asked still stuck on my display of magic.
"Yes it was, and did you say potter are you a member of potter family, the part of the Nobel ones?" I ask back wondering his relation with the future Harry Potter.
"You are talented, and yes I am the second son of Harold Potter, my older brother is Charles Potter and he is in 6th year." He shares, "I didn't get your surname?" And he probes.
"Starborn, I am Marcus Starborn." I answer truthfully.
"Really?" he exclaimed shocked. "Well I guess what they say is true, 'When all other die a Starborn survives'. So you are a orphan?" he asks.
"Yes I am an orphan. But did I hear you right? About the whole Starborn thing?" I ask puzzled.
"Oh yes you wouldn't know, it is a old saying in our community. It stems form the fact that even though multiple tragedies befell the Starborn family none were able to wipe it off completely." I answered clearing my confusion.
"There was something like that? Guess it is true with me being alive proving it. But let us move to more common topics like what is your favourite field of magic?" I divert the topic to something else.
"Yes, so my favourite field is transfiguration and charms." He readily shifts. "And what about you?" and asks back
"Same actually, with the addition of potions." I answered and from there the talk devolved into different bits of things about magic in general.
The whole train ride we were not disturbed by anyone as we talked, with the exception of the trolley man who brought sweets and other different food items. I bought some of it by recommendation of Henry, and some of which I recognised from the movies of harry potter.
When the train arrived at the Hogsmead station it was already dark outside, at that time we both were quiet, watching the changing scenery peacefully. Having already changed into our Hogwarts uniform earlier, we just went down to the platform, leaving our luggage in the train fir the house elves to pick.
The station was filled with students of different age, all in four different colours blue, red, green and yellow but a group of them was just wearing plain robes, the first years. After looking here and there for a while I and Henry moved towards the man yelling fir the first years to follow him, while all the other upper year students went of to the carriages drawn by Threstrals, they were invisible to me but I do remember about them.
There were about a 100 first years present some excited, some scared and some just aloof about what we were about to go through. The man we were following was a bit on the smaller side with long surly brown hairs which were grey in some areas, he didn't say anything to us except ordering us to follow him to the riverside where I could see the boats.
The floor was wet and slippery, some of the kids fell down too but they all got up quickly to avoid embarrassment. With steady steps we moved towards one of the boats sat in it and with one command from the man, who still hasn't told us his name, the boats started moving towards the castle. On the boat there were just me and Henry.
The boat rocked gently beneath me as I gazed up at the towering silhouette of Hogwarts Castle. The vast, star-strewn sky stretched endlessly above, but my eyes were locked on the fortress of stone and mystery ahead. Its countless turrets and towers rose high into the night, their jagged outlines illuminated by the golden glow of torches flickering in the windows. That warm light reflected off the black lake's smooth surface, making the castle seem almost unreal—like something out of a dream.
As we drifted closer, the sheer size of it became overwhelming. The ancient walls, weathered by centuries, loomed above me, each stone steeped in magic and history. High above, I spotted a grand balcony and wondered what lay beyond—was it a library? A common room? The Great Hall, where I'd soon stand beneath an enchanted ceiling?
A cold gust of wind brushed against my face, carrying faint whispers from the castle's many turrets—or maybe it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. Still, the sight of the castle filled me with something I couldn't quite name—a mixture of awe, excitement, and something deeper, something that felt like home.
As the boat glided beneath an enormous archway, leading us toward the docking area, I tightened my grip on the side. This was it. I had made it. Whatever secrets lay beyond those towering gates, I was finally about to become part of them.
We docked at the platform and went up the stairs towards the huge doors, which were open, with the man still in the lead. As we crossed the door there was another man, a professor probably. "Professor Beery, here are the first years." The man said in a gruff voice.
"Thank you Mr. Walker, from here I will take charge of them." He said in a soft voice and revealed the mysterious man's name.
Mr Walker just nodded and went off to one of the side rooms.
Professor Beery stood before us, tall and imposing, his sharp blue eyes—almost silvery in the dim torchlight—sweeping over our group with an unreadable expression. His short brown hair was neatly combed, and his dark robes made him seem all the more severe. When he finally spoke, his voice was deep and measured, carrying an authority that made the restless whispers around me die instantly.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," he said, his gaze settling on each of us in turn. "Tonight marks the beginning of your magical education. From this moment on, you are no longer merely children—you are students of the finest institution of witchcraft and wizardry in the world. That is not a privilege to be taken lightly."
His hands were clasped Behind his back, his posture rigid. "In a moment, you will enter the Great Hall, where you will be sorted into one of the four houses of Hogwarts: Gryffindor, for the brave and bold; Hufflepuff, for the dedicated and loyal; Ravenclaw, for the wise and curious; and Slytherin, for the ambitious and cunning. Each house has produced some of the greatest witches and wizards in history. Each house has also seen its fair share of failures. Your actions, your choices, will determine which you will become."
Professor Beery took a slow step forward, and I swallowed hard. "Your house will be your family while you are here. You will earn points for it through your achievements, and you will lose points through your mistakes. Understand this: Hogwarts does not tolerate idleness or mediocrity. You will work, you will learn, and you will uphold the traditions of this school."
A heavy silence settled over us. Then, after a moment, he turned toward the great wooden doors. "Now, when your name is called, step forward and face the Sorting Hat. Show no fear. Prove that you deserve to be here."
With a wave of his hand, the massive doors groaned open, revealing the golden glow of countless floating candles inside. The moment had come.
The chatter which was previously prevailing in the Great Hall swiftly died down at our entry. The deputy headmaster walked towards the table on which the sorting hat was placed upon. He took out a scroll probably containing all our names and starts calling us one by one in the alphabetic order of our surnames.
As mine would be towards the last I zoom out the voices and focus on the area where other professor's were seated. There I saw Mr Walker talking to Professor Dumbledore. Probably telling him about us first years. On the other side of them there was an aged woman. She wore a simple dress robe with a pointy hat to accompany it. Her hair was black and curly, her face wrinkled but her eyes showed the power one would expect from a witch best in the field of her magic, they were brown almost black.
On the other side of the table there were a few more professors. On the left most side there was a fat man which almost looked like a walrus, yup that was professor Slughorn no doubt. He was talking to another man who looked like he would rather not be here. On there right were three more younger people and on there right was an old man, probably headmaster Armando Dippet.
After taking note of every Professor. I started paying attention to the sorting, just in time too, Henry's name was called. He went towards the table looking nervous. His eyes met mine and I nodded at him, he nodded back and just wore the hat, which after a few moments shouted.
"GRYFFINDOR!!"
After that there were few more names called none of whom I paid attention to and at last my name was called.
"Mr. Starborn!" I walk towards the table as the chatter in the room increased. I sat on the stool as the bat was placed on my head covering my vision.
"Oh would you look at this? A person from another world." It said in my mind making me panic. "Do not worry child, your secrets are safe with me." He addressed my worries. "Not that I can see anything other than you being from another world. Let's move on to your sorting, shall we? Hmm ...will this do….no no no not there….ah but no there too…hmmm…..ohhh….ahhh yes you shall be
RAVENCLAW!!" He announced before I could ask anything and the hat was removed from my head.
I move quickly to the ravenclaw table, my robes and the changing to the colour blue midway. My new house mates clap and welcome me among them.
The sorting ceremony goes on for a while during which I pondered about what the hat said eventually just thinking that it would be all right as it said it couldn't spew out my secrets and also didn't see anything except the fact that I was reborn.
When the ceremony ended the headmaster stood up for a speech.
Students, both new and returning," his voice rang through the hall, firm yet dignified, "welcome to another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." His sharp gaze swept over the students, lingering for a fraction longer on the newly sorted first-years. "For centuries, this castle has stood as a sanctuary of learning, discipline, and discovery. You now walk the same halls that have shaped some of the greatest witches and wizards of our age. What you do here, the choices you make, will define not only your time at Hogwarts but the path you take in life beyond these walls."
He clasped his hands behind his back and took a measured breath. "You have been sorted into your houses, each with its own proud history and legacy. Yet, remember this—while you compete for house points and strive for the honor of your banner, you are all Hogwarts students first and foremost. Strength lies not only in individual ambition but in unity, in the bonds you forge with one another. Respect your fellow witches and wizards, regardless of house, bloodline, or background. Magic thrives in those who wield it wisely."
His expression hardened slightly, and his voice deepened. "I must also remind you that the Forbidden Forest remains strictly off-limits, and certain areas of the castle are not to be wandered into without permission. Disobedience will not be tolerated. You are here to learn, and discipline is as essential to magic as skill. Now onto the new addition in our professors, most old ones would have noticed a new man in the place of the old potions Professor Mr. Dean Thomas. Prf. Dean has retired and in his place there is Mr. Horace Slughorn."
Then, after a pause, his expression softened just a little, and a small smile ghosted across his lips. "With that said, a year of great potential lies ahead. Make the most of it. Learn well, grow strong, and remember—Hogwarts will always be a home to those who respect its traditions and uphold its values."
He lifted his goblet, and the staff and older students mirrored the gesture. "To another year at Hogwarts!"
A thunderous cheer erupted from the four house tables, and just like that, the feast began.
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As the feast ended, I leaned back in my seat, feeling full and slightly dazed. The Great Hall was still buzzing with excitement, but the golden plates had already begun to clear themselves. Around me, students were getting up, stretching, and chatting as they prepared to leave. My first night at Hogwarts had already been overwhelming, but I knew the night wasn't over yet.
"First-years, with me!" a voice called over the noise.
I turned to see a tall Ravenclaw prefect standing near the table. He had sharp features and a confident, no-nonsense air about him. "Follow closely. We're heading to the Ravenclaw common room."
I hurried to join the other first-years as we filed out of the Great Hall and into the dimly lit corridors. The prefect led us through the twisting staircases and long, echoing hallways, his steps sure and practiced. The castle felt even larger now that I was walking through it—stone corridors stretched into the shadows, staircases moved of their own accord, and the flickering torches cast long, shifting shadows. The air was filled with the faint scent of old parchment and candle wax.
Eventually, we reached a tall, arched doorway set into a curved stone wall. Unlike some of the other house entrances I had passed, there was no visible handle or keyhole, only a large bronze knocker shaped like an eagle's head.
The prefect turned to us. "This is the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room. Unlike the other houses, we don't use passwords. Instead, the eagle knocker will ask a riddle. Answer correctly, and you may enter."
He raised a hand and knocked once. The eagle's beak opened, and a smooth, melodic voice asked, *"What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?"*
The prefect smirked slightly. "The letter M."
With a quiet creak, the entrance swung open.
I stepped inside, and my breath caught in my throat. The Ravenclaw common room was unlike anything I had ever seen. A vast, airy space stretched before me, its tall, arched windows revealing the castle grounds and the endless night sky beyond. A grand, domed ceiling was painted with enchanted stars, twinkling in slow, mesmerizing patterns. Blue and silver chairs were arranged around a massive fireplace, their velvet cushions looking impossibly soft. Elegant bookcases lined the walls, filled with thick tomes on every subject imaginable. At the far end of the room, a spiral staircase wound its way upward, disappearing into the dormitories above.
And standing in the center of the room, hands clasped behind his back, was Professor Beery. His piercing blue-silver eyes swept over us, his expression unreadable. Even though he remained still, something about him commanded attention.
"Welcome to Ravenclaw," he said, his deep voice filling the quiet space. "You have been placed in this house because you have demonstrated qualities of intelligence, creativity, and wit. However, sorting is only the beginning. It is what you do with your talents that will define your time here."
His gaze seemed to pin each of us in place as he continued. "Ravenclaws are known for their pursuit of knowledge, but know this—wisdom is not merely knowing facts. It is knowing how to apply what you learn. Curiosity without discipline is foolishness, and cleverness without integrity is dangerous."
I swallowed, feeling the weight of his words.
"You will be expected to uphold the reputation of this house. Work hard, challenge yourselves, and never fear the pursuit of knowledge. In these halls, you will find both inspiration and competition. Learn from both."
He let that sink in for a moment before finally adding, "Your dormitories are up the stairs—boys to the right, girls to the left. Rest well, for tomorrow your real journey begins."
With that, he turned on his heel and strode away.
I let out a quiet breath, finally taking it all in. My house. My common room. My new home for the next seven years.
Hogwarts had already felt like a dream, but now, standing in the heart of Ravenclaw Tower, it felt real.
As the other first-years murmured to each other and began climbing the stairs to their dormitories, I lingered for a moment, taking in the common room one last time. The warm glow of candlelight flickered against the blue and silver décor, and outside the tall windows, the vast night sky stretched endlessly. This was my home now.
With a deep breath, I followed the prefect's instructions and climbed the spiral staircase to the right. My footsteps were quiet against the stone steps, and the further I went, the more the castle seemed to settle into a peaceful hush. Finally, I reached a landing where several doors branched off into the dormitories. The prefect had handed each of us small slips of parchment with our room assignments earlier, and mine simply had my name on it—no roommates listed.
Curious, I pushed open the door and stepped inside.
The room was larger than I expected, lit by a soft enchanted glow. A four-poster bed with deep blue curtains stood against one wall, and across from it was a desk stacked with neatly arranged books and parchment. A tall bookshelf lined another wall, already filled with titles I hadn't even heard of yet. A small fireplace crackled gently in the corner, casting long, shifting shadows along the stone walls.
At the foot of my bed, my trunk sat waiting for me, the lid firmly shut. House-elves must have brought it up while we were at the feast. The thought was strange—I hadn't even noticed them—but at the same time, I was grateful. I didn't have the energy to drag it up myself.
I set my wand down carefully on the nightstand, then changed into my nightclothes. The moment I climbed into bed, the soft mattress cradling me in warmth, I realized just how exhausted I was. Everything that had happened today—the train ride, the Sorting, the feast, meeting Professor Beery—it all felt like a blur now.
I pulled the covers up and stared at the ceiling. Outside the window beside my bed, the stars shimmered against the dark sky, undisturbed by clouds.
This was it.
I was finally here.
And for the first time in a long while, as sleep slowly took me, I felt safe.