Harry Potter and the Lost Magid

Harry Potter and the Lost Magid

Chapter One: Who am I?

Alexandra looked down the street in hopes of seeing her father. Her wavy honey-colored hair was already soaked. Rain poured down from the cold and cloudy sky above London. Alexandra shivered--the flimsy black awning above her head didn't protect her from much of the rain and wind. What is this place? She wondered as she turned and looked at the building behind her. The Leaky Cauldron? She wondered, where have I heard that name before?

The Leaky Cauldron was a small and grubby looking pub. It was in between a huge bookstore chain on the left, and a Virgin Megastore on the right. Alexandra firmly believed that no one even noticed the old pub in the middle. Okay, if Dad doesn't get back from the tube station soon, I'm going inside to warm up.

Alexandra stood there and waited, thinking to herself. She had traveled 8,000 miles from home in California to see her relatives. Unfortunately, her father didn't know how to get to their hotel on Oxford Street, and went to the nearest tube station to find out. Typical Dad to get lost in a huge city. I look like such a stupid tourist standing here with my luggage and all. The rain poured down even harder as she thought, and finally Alexandra turned around, picked up her bag, and walked into the Leaky Cauldron.

Inside it was dark and dingy. Stale air filled the room and it seemed no windows were opened at all. The old bartender smiled at Alexandra as she walked in, revealing he had very little teeth. He gestured at an empty table and Alexandra sat down. The bartender came over and gave her a drink menu--Mulled mead, Odgen's Old Firewhisky? Alexandra had never seen or heard of the drinks on this menu. Maybe they're English.

"One Butterbeer, please," she finally decided, hoping very much she wouldn't be carded. The old man gave her another toothless grin, and went to fetch her order.

As he went, Alexandra looked around the pub--such strange people she had never seen before. A man, or was it a creature, was wrapped up to his neck in scarves and coats; many women sat in a corner gossiping loudly and wearing--cloaks? Another strange little fellow sat at a table, his feet hardly reaching the end of the seat. Was he a dwarf? Alexandra's eyes traveled the pub as the old bartender brought her drink. They landed on an old man sitting in the far corner. She stared at his long, silver beard, his strange clothing and half moon spectacles before realizing this man was looking at her too! He sat there with his twinkling eyes looking across at her. As he saw her confused expression, an amused smile lit up his face, and he got up from his table.

He walked over to Alexandra's table, his sweeping beard and equally long hair shining in the candlelight. He looked like a very dignified and intelligent man, Alexandra thought. She turned to look at the gossiping women again, one who had just screeched something about "Lockhart," and didn't realize when the man with the silver beard stopped at her table. Alexandra nearly jumped out of her seat when he addressed her.

"Alexandra Leonard, I presume?"

The whole pub had silenced. Everyone looked around at the young lady and old man. Alexandra, who was feeling not only stunned this man knew her name, but felt uncomfortable with all these people staring at her, got up from her table and stood as tall as she could. Even though she was 5' 7", she felt dwarfed by the tall old man. Her father always told her to stand as tall as you felt brave. Now here addressing this stranger, she didn't feel that brave at all.

"Who are you?" she tried to demand, but it came out as a small squeak.

"Forgive me for not introducing myself earlier, I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts, at your service." He said this with a small bow and holding out his hand. Alexandra didn't take it.

"That's a lie," she protested, "Dumbledore's a made up name from a fantasy book. He doesn't exist."

"On the contrary, Miss Leonard, I do very well exist," Dumbledore said with an amused tone in his voice, "I do believe, though, that you have read about me in a book called Harry Potter?"

Now Alexandra knew the man was off his rocker. She looked around at the stunned crowd, waiting for some kind of help, but they all seemed perfectly content with this explanation. Then she realized it--this place, these people, all came from those books she read! Now she knew why the Leaky Cauldron sounded familiar, why everyone was wearing cloaks. Oh god, I must be dreaming, the jet lag must've had an effect on my brain!

"Excuse me," she finally whispered, "but I think that I have gone off the deep end. I'm just gonna wake myself up so I can go home."

She turned to go out the door when finally Dumbledore spoke. "This isn't a dream, Miss Leonard, but if it was, wouldn't you like to continue living in a world of magic and wizards rather than returning to muggles and reality?

Alexandra turned her head. This man had a strange logic. For some reason, Alexandra wanted to believe the old man. She wanted this all to be true--for she had always wanted to escape her real life. After debating with herself silently, she spoke, "I know who you are, but please tell me how you know me."

"That's easy, because you're one of us." Dumbledore said with that twinkle in his eye.

"Albus," one of the women in the pub spoke, "you don't mean she's..."

"Yes I do, Molly."

"You mean she's the one?!" squeaked the dwarf.

"Yes."

Suddenly there was a scraping of chairs and rushing of feet as the whole pub got up and rushed to meet Alexandra. She was soon shaking hands with the crowd.

"A real pleasure to meet you, Miss Leonard!"

"Glad to have you back..."

"Hey, Alex, I'm muggleborn too!"

Alexandra smiled and shook hands with them, still not knowing quite what was going on. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Dumbledore.

"Alright, Ladies, that's enough," he said to the witches who were now bombarding her with quills and parchment for her to sign. "Miss Leonard had much to do today, so I do believe we need to get to Diagon Alley."

The witches and wizards cleared a path and Alexandra was lead by Dumbledore out the back door of the pub. An old brick wall stood in the way, and Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped the bricks--an archway appeared which lead right onto the main street of Diagon Alley.

"Welcome home," Dumbledore said.

Alexandra looked around at the crowded street. It was just like she imagined in the books! The witches and wizards racing about, doing their shopping, the fantastic shops filled with incredible things.

She and Dumbledore walked up the street towards the great wizarding bank called Gringotts. Alexandra couldn't contain herself any longer. "Professor Dumbledore," she asked, "if all this is real, and Hogwarts too, then is Harry Potter real too?"

"Yes, very much indeed. He and his friends will be starting their fifth year of school in September. Just like you."

"You mean I'm going to Hogwarts?" Alexandra asked with surprise.

"Hmmmm," Dumbledore stopped, "I think I have a great many things to explain to you first. Ah yes, in here." The two ducked down into a small shop on the corner across from Gringotts. Inside were many different robes, cauldrons, and wands, all second hand. An old wizard came out from behind the counter.

"Hello Albus," he grinned.

"Maurice, good to see you again," Dumbledore said with another sweeping bow, "Have the others arrived yet?"

"They're in the back room, all waiting for you," and Maurice stepped aside as Dumbledore lead Alexandra around the counter and into a room with five chairs and a table. Two of these chairs were occupied, both by boys about the same age as her, by the looks. On had untidy, raven colored hair, bright green eyes behind his glasses, and a lightning shaped scar on his forehead. The other had a pale, pointed face; white blond hair slicked back, and gray eyes, which held a look of intense boredom. They both looked up when Alexandra and Dumbledore entered the room.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, may I introduce Miss Leonard."

The pale boy's eyes lit up, and the other boy, who Alexandra recognized as Harry Potter, looked stunned and relieved.

Before either of them could address Alexandra, though, Dumbledore had asked them to step outside while he explained the whole situation to her. The two left without uttering a word to the headmaster or to each other.

Dumbledore offered Alexandra a chair, and he sat in one opposite her. He pointed his wand at the fireplace behind her, and instantly flames spurt up and the cold room was engulfed in warmth.

Dumbledore looked at Alexandra, who was looking around the room with some interest.

"I don't suppose you know why you're here, Miss Leonard."

"Absolutely none, Professor, but I do know that my father might be looking for me outside..."

"Don't worry, he already knows you're here."

"He does?" Alexandra asked with interest.

"Yes. In fact, he brought you here to England under the pretense of meeting your relatives. He was really bringing you here so you could enter your magical education."

"I'm confused, though. I can't be a witch. I never have shown signs of magic, I didn't get a letter from a magical school like Hogwarts, I am too old to start magic now, and I'm surely just dreaming this all up!"

"But you're not, Miss Leonard. You don't have to show any signs of wizarding blood early on, even though some might, and the reason a magical school never called upon you was the fault of Lord Voldemort."

"Voldemort? You mean he's real too? What do I have to do with all this?"

"Everything." Dumbledore said with a smile. Then he sighed, "I guess I must start at the beginning..."

"You, of course, should know that years and years ago Voldemort started gaining power and supporters. By the time you were born, he was at the height of his powers. Now Voldemort really hated muggles, and part of his life's work was to try and kill off those in the wizarding world he dubbed as 'Mudbloods.' The most ironic thing, of course, is that his own father was indeed a muggle. I do believe that some of his anger towards muggles comes from surpressed feelings of hatred towards his...oh dear, I digress.

Anyway, Voldemort was also a firm believer in divination. He did have a foggy old witch he went to for advice and knowledge of the future. Now one day this lady told Voldemort that for no reason, a large amount of Magids were to be born in the next year. Do you know what a Magid is?" Alexandra shook her head, "Then I will tell you--a Magid is a rare and very powerful wizard or witch who posses more power than an ordinary witch or wizard. They can perform some types of spells without a wand, and they can block many curses and survive spells that could finish off anyone else, wizard or not.

Now Voldemort himself is a Magid, and he knew for a fact that it would take another Magid to finish him off. He then learned from the witch the names of these yet-to-be-born children. Four of them were muggle-born, and one was from a family of wizards. He didn't worry about the wizard, for his family was a great supporter of Voldemort. The others, he decided, would not be allowed to enter the magical world. Voldemort used a great number of dark spells to stop any wizarding school from recognizing these children. Months later, though, he realized it would just be safer to kill them all.

On the night of October 31, Voldemort went back to his fortune-telling witch. She had summoned him urgently. He was just about to kill the last Magid when he rushed back to the witch. She told him that another Magid had been born who she hadn't seen earlier--the son of the Potters. She told him the boy Harry would be the downfall of him. Voldemort quickly rushed to his servant, Wormtail, who was keeping tabs on the Potters for him. He found the way to Harry's house, and well, I am sure you know the rest of the famous tale.

Oh, by the way, Voldemort never got to kill the last Magid. Since he met his downfall with Harry, the little girl got a second chance at life. You may even say she owes her life to Harry. An in the wizarding world, it is called a wizard's debt--it is the strongest magic that can bind two people together. The girl is not safe anymore, though. I know that Voldemort will go after her now that she's back. Hopefully I can bring her two Hogwarts with me. She's very famous in the wizarding world, now, being a Magid who could destroy Voldemort. In fact, she is called the Lost Magid. And, yes, I think I've told you everything you need to know."

Alexandra looked at Dumbledore, still absorbing all the information. She still had no idea how she was connected to all this, but she had so many other questions to ask, and she voiced the first one that popped out of her head. "Is J.K. Rowling a witch?"

Dumbeldore smiled, his eyes twinkling once more. "Why do you ask?" he asked, in mock confusion.

"Well it's just how else would she know all about Harry and stuff."

"Yes, Ms. Rowling is a witch."

"But, then, aren't you mad at her for telling everyone about you?"

"No, you see," Dumbledore leaned in and whispered, "no one here knows about the books, so they aren't mad. And the muggles would never believe this was true at all."

"But she's making money off of betraying her people."

"Isn't that what most muggles do?" Dumbledore asked in amusement. Alexandra was surprised to find he was right.

"You seem happy that she is doing this."

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair. "Think about it, Miss Leonard, when is the only time muggles will believe something?"

Alexandra thought hard. Well I didn't believe this was all true till I saw Dumbledore to magic. She thought, then said, "I guess when there's proof or they see it with their own eyes."

"Precisely. Now, can you think of a reason we might want the muggles to know about us?"

"No," she replied immediately.

"I will help you with this one--Voldemort is a wizard who doesn't need many behind him to gain power. He almost took over the Ministry of Magic in Britain last time he was in power. It would take a grand army to overthrow him, and with a force much stronger than a few wizards with wands. Unfortunately, that's all we had to defend ourselves last time. Can you think where we could get an army to defeat him?"

Alexandra thought for awhile, and then it clicked, "You could use the muggle government's armies to defeat Voldemort! And you'd want them to know what was going on ahead of time so they'd be prepared!"

"Correct," Dumbledore said with every appearance of delight, "then all we have to do is explain to the muggles we exist, and then we can rid of Voldemort, perhaps forever."

Alexandra smiled, "I understand it now!"

"Very good. Perhaps you would like a cup of tea after using that amount of brain power, I know I do..."

Dumbledore conjured up a tea tray with a teapot, two cups, and a large plate full of sweets. After he poured the tea, he handed one cup to Alexandra and kept the other for himself. They sat there in silence for a few moments before Alexandra spoke.

"Professor," she asked, "I still don't understand, what does this all have to do with me?"

Dumbledore looked at Alexandra through his half moon spectacles. "I think," he said slowly, "that it is time to bring Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy back in here. Maurice!"

Maurice the storekeeper quickly appeared at the door, "Yes Albus?"

"Would you be so kind as to tell Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy to come join us for some tea?"

Maurice bowed out of the room and a second later, the two boys entered the room. Alexandra stood up and addressed the two, "Hello, I am Alexandra Leonard."

The pale boy spoke up first, "Very please to meet you. I am Draco Malfoy, you can call me Draco," he said and kissed her hand in a gentlemanly type way, "and this is Potter," he added as an afterthought.

Harry stepped forward and shook Alexandra's hand. "It's really nice to meet you, Alexandra," he said, blushing.

"Oh, please, call me Alex," she replied, blushing as well, "both of you."

"Very well," Dumbledore smiled, "now that we're all better acquainted, let me fill you all in on why we're here. He gestured for the trio to sit down. Alexandra resumed her seat, and the two boys sat on either side of her.

"Now, I am sure that we all know that Harry, like me, is a Magid," said Dumbledore.

Draco snorted at Harry's content look, "Yeah, famous boy Potter always is best," he muttered under his breath.

"Some of us may not know, that Mr. Malfoy here is also a Magid."

Harry looked at Draco in shock, but all Draco returned was a smug smile.

"But poor Miss Leonard still doesn't know why she is here, or important to the wizarding world."

Draco and Harry looked at Alex. She blushed and said, "Yeah, I don't know why I'm here."

"You mean you don't know," replied Harry, looking shocked again, "why, you're the Lost Magid!"