Chapter 2: The Visitor
Unknown to Elias, what stirred that day was more than accidental magic. Most witches and wizards were born attuned to one or two elemental branches of magic—fire, water, earth, or air. A rare few showed talent in a third.
But Elias…
He was something different.
His magic manifestation—raw, unfocused magic—not a type, but a force of all types, element of magic, still unshaped by training or words. He didn't just call on darkness—he bent it. Just as he would later call on light, flame, wind, and lightning.
The truth was this:
Elias Thorn was born with an affinity to all elemental magics.
Not divided. Not channeled. Gifted.
Some would call it a miracle. Others would call it a threat.
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The morning sun barely pierced the gray clouds over Blackmere. The city was quiet, still tucked in sleep. Except for Elias Thorn, who was already awake, as he usually was. Life in the slums didn't allow for sleeping in.
He was pulling his coat tighter, preparing to scavenge for food, when someone knocked on his door.
A firm, deliberate knock.
No one knocked here. Not unless they had a reason.
Elias crept to the door, pipe in hand. Through a crack, he saw a tall woman in a deep green cloak embroidered with silver threads. Her short black hair framed a sharp, unreadable face, and her eyes shimmered with a quiet power.
"Elias Thorn?" she called out. "I'm from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Elias froze.
The letter. The Magic. The way the world felt like it had shifted under his feet the day before.
"You got my name wrong," he said through the door.
"I didn't," she replied calmly. "Your name is written in the Book of Admittance. And your magic... has begun to show."
He opened the door slowly, still suspicious.
"I don't have any money. Or family."
"You won't need either," she said kindly. "My name is Professor Mc Gonagall . I've been asked by Professor Dumbledore to help you prepare for school."
She held out her hand.
"Will you come with me?"
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The Hidden World
They walked through the city to an alley Elias had never noticed before. Minerva tapped three bricks on a weathered wall.
The stones shifted, folded inward, and opened to reveal something incredible.
Diagon Alley.
Shops shimmered with magic. Witches and wizards bustled by in flowing robes. Owls hooted from high perches. Cauldrons stacked like towers steamed gently in windows. Elias stood, dumbfounded.
"Is this... real?"
Minerva smiled. "Very."
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Gringotts and Gold
Inside Gringotts, Elias watched goblins work with eerie precision. Minerva handed him a small velvet pouch.
"A scholarship," she explained. "For Muggle-born students in need."
He followed her into a vault filled with just enough coins—gleaming Galleons, silver Sickles, and bronze Knuts—to get what he needed.
But to Elias, it felt like a king's ransom.
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At Ollivanders, the strange, pale-eyed wandmaker seemed to be expecting him.
"Mr. Thorn," he murmured. "I've felt your arrival for days."
Wands flew from shelves as Elias tried them—one burst into flames, another froze a stack of books. Then Ollivander handed him a wand wrapped in deep violet velvet.
Ash wood. Thirteen inches. Core: Thunderbird feather.
Elias grasped it—and the shop filled with rushing wind. Scrolls fluttered. Candles flared. A strange humming echoed, as if the wand itself was singing.
Ollivander stared, stunned. "You are... something rare. That wand is drawn to powerful elemental magic. You didn't choose it—it waited for you."
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At the Magical Menagerie, Elias was drawn to a small, gray owl with silver-speckled feathers. It stared at him from behind a cracked cage, then hopped onto his shoulder without being asked.
"I think she likes you," the shopkeeper said.
Elias nodded. "Her name's Shade."
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A Glimpse of Legends
While being fitted for robes at Madam Malkin's, Elias noticed a boy with round glasses speaking with a towering man—Harry Potter and Hagrid, unmistakably.
"That's him, isn't it?" Elias whispered to Prof Mc Gonagall . "The Boy Who Lived."
Minerva nodded. "Yes. But you'll find Hogwarts is full of surprises. Fame doesn't always make the strongest wizard."
Elias turned back, thoughtful.
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Before they returned home, Minerva paused.
"There's one small task I promised Professor Dumbledore I'd see to. Would you like to help?"
They Apparated to a forest outside an abandoned cottage. Inside, the air was thick with forgotten magic. A sealed chest sat in the corner, humming faintly.
"The artifact inside is warded," Minerva said. "I'm here to break the lock."
But before she could cast a spell, Elias stepped forward. The Magic in the corners of the room shifted toward him.
He reached out—instinct guiding him—and the lock clicked open.
No spell. No wand.
Just will.
Minerva stared at him in stunned silence.
"That shouldn't be possible."
Elias looked down at his hands.
"What am I?"
She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she whispered, "Maybe something magic hasn't seen in a very long time."