Uncontrollable

This morning, I am awakened by a ray of sunshine on my face. Years have passed since I met Rose and Susan at the Yule party at former Prime Minister Bagnold's house. Today is July 6, 2002, and I am 9 years old, or almost 10 if you count that my birthday is in a little more than a month.

When I was 7 years old, I had my first conversation with a snake. My father seemed surprised to see me talking with a water moccasin trying to convince me that the raw field mouse was delicious. My mother, on the other hand, was very excited and hugged me before she started talking to me in Parseltongue. It was a little weird at first, like I had a piece of my memory that suddenly unlocked and the next thing I knew, I was able to talk to snakes. But I got used to it.

I can't wait to be old enough to go out and party again. I snuck out once to go to a nightclub and changed my appearance, but I had forgotten to take a fake ID card with me to get into the club and I was turned away by the bouncer.

My eyes are still half closed when I reach out to take the glass of water that I always leave on my bedside table. I feel the touch of glass on my hand and suddenly I hear a sound of glass breaking.

I rub my eyes and expect to have to pick up the damage but when I finally see clearly, the glass is not at the foot of my bed as I expected it but broken into a thousand pieces and sunk into the wall. Either I have a lot more strength than I think, or there's a problem. I approach the debris and try to remove one piece larger than the others from the wall, but to my amazement, the piece of glass is not embedded in the wall, it is part of the wall!

I look at the other pieces that are all in the same state. How am I going to explain that my parents? I put on jeans and a red t-shirt with the Flash logo before going down the stairs to have breakfast with the family. My mom and dad are already at the table eating.

"Sean, is everything alright up there? We heard a broken glass noise." My dad drops his from his newspaper on the table and looks at me.

"Yeah, I mean, I don't know. It's weird."

"What do you mean? What's the matter?" My father seems to be worried.

"Well, when I wanted to take my glass of water this morning, it burst and went merging with the wall across the room."

My parents look at each other and seem to understand the same thing.

"You think it's already happening now?" My mother is the first to break the silence between them.

"I don't see what else it could be."

"But he's still so young!"

"Some people get it a lot sooner than that."

I'm a little tired of him beating around the bush and not telling me. "What are you talking about?"

"Involuntary child magic. When children reach a certain age, the amount of magic they possess exceeds what their bodies are naturally able to handle, and the magic that is leaking causes a phenomenon known as involuntary child magic. When that happens, they are sent to a magic school where they are trained to master their magic."

So, for someone like me who trains myself almost from birth, I have a hard time imagining how much magic I have to lose control of it despite my training. Is there some kind of breathing technique or something like that? No, now that I think about it, sorcerer children are not allowed to own a wand before they go to school. What if the wands were not only a simple tool to use magic more easily, but that it also made it possible to better channel the powers of a wizard to avoid this kind of overflow? That would explain why the Ministry insists so much on avoiding learning magic without a wand in addition to controlling minor sorcerers.

"Okay, I guess I'll just have to be careful." I get a slice of bread and spread some jam on it before I put the jar on the table. A few seconds later, my father tries to take the jar of jam, but it is in the same state as the glass in my room, the base of the jar has merged with the table.

"Sean!" My dad looks at the jam jar and seems exasperated. It was his favorite cranberry jam.

"I didn't do it on purpose!" I'm going to get tired of this quick.

"We'll make your lunch, try not to touch anything until it's over." My mother tries a reassuring smile, but I am not convinced.

I'm really pissed off. I have to go back to being a fucking baby where I can't eat by myself.

"That's ok, I'm not hungry anyway."

I leave the dining room to go back to my room, but I am so immersed in my thoughts that I do not see the coffee table. On the other hand, I felt it when my little toe met the corner of it. "FUCK!"

The walls start shaking and the windows explode around me. The tremor doesn't last more than a few seconds, but it's enough to have destroyed all the windows of the neighborhood and set off the alarms of quite a few cars. It's like a story about the end of the fucking world.

My parents are both staring at me with their mouths wide open.

"I Didn't do it on purpose?"

It takes my dad a whole minute to pull himself together. "Sean, go to your room and stay there until we come and get you. Mom and I need to talk."

I nod and leave the room quite depressed. I go to my room before closing the door and lying down in bed. It's going to be a shitty day.

----------POV Arthur Bones----------

"I think it's urgent for Sean to go to school!" Elenea has not yet recovered from the shock, I place my hand on her shoulder to help her recover from the shock.

"An earthquake, Arthur!"

"Yeah, I saw it."

"How can a child generate an earthquake?"

"I don't know, Elenea." I try to stay calm while I consider all possible solutions.

"How are we going to handle this? There's still a year to go before we can get him into school."

"I thought I'd send an owl to Hogwarts."

"I don't know, Arthur. The situation there may not be as good as we think. Some of the deatheaters who have hunted us have pleaded the imperium to avoid their sentences. What if they were lying and waiting for their time to be able to start over what he was doing in the days of You-Know-Who?"

"I know, but there are no other choices. Children under 11 are not allowed to join Hogwarts and Ilvermorny. However, Amelia is the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and my family is old and has a lot of influence within the Ministry. Besides, your ancestors and mine have been going to Hogwarts for hundreds of years. And you are also a descendant of Salazar Slytherin who founded the school. I am sure that if we ask them, they will accept. While here, they are more likely to tell us to wait another year."

"What if there's a problem there. We'll be way too far away to intervene?"

"That's why I thought we could move into my family's mansion in London for a few years."

----------POV Sean Bones----------

I have now been locked in my room for over two weeks with only permission to go to the bathroom. My parents are always reminding me that it is not a punishment, that they're just waiting to be sure there won't be another tremor. It still leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

I'm passing the time reading a comic book when my mother knocks on my door. She opens it gently and hands me an envelope. I recognize the stamp on it, but for some reason, she's the one who's excited as if she's going back to it.

"Open it, what are you waiting for?"

I look up to the sky and cut the envelope neatly with the knife that I used to cut an apple this morning. I take out two letters and read the first one.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr Bones,

We are pleased to inform you that your application for early enrollment at Hogwarts College has been accepted. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

"Early enrollment?" I turn my head to my mother, my eyes full of incomprehension.

"This is the only solution we found with your father to solve your ... little magic problem. But don't worry, you're not leaving alone. Dad and I decided to move back to London to stay close to you."

I admit I didn't expect to start school so early. But it's not that bad, it just means I'll have more time there to prepare for the destruction of the Horcruxes.