I let out a satisfying yawn as a new morning dawned, John had been dealt with, my tracks had been dusted away.
I did a bit of a frame job. The nuns will find a broken window with a rope hanging out. They should come to the conclusion he ran away, and they will probably question how he got such rope.
They should have more questions than answers by the end of their investigation.
Today should be rather lax, it was August 31, a sweet Saturday morning. No work, no worries.
Besides about the kid I 'killed' he's not dead, only, rearranged...
Suaron, whose powers I have inherited, had quite the skill in crafting. Whether it be with a blade or soul grafting.
Which I suppose the latter could just be called necromancy, cause thats what it is, soul grafting is only a technical term and mainly the term used by Suaron, and that habit has been passed down to me.
Infact Suaron doesn't even use the name suaron for himself, he forbids it from being spoke in any land he has direct power over, he prefers Mairon, his original name.
Mairon's proclivites seem to have effected my thoughts, only a little and its mostly beneficial. What I did to John I have almost no remorse for, its not like he had a family anyway.
And, dol Guldor seemed to be empty, I needed hands and soldiers, It wouldn't be much comparatively when I reach the misty mountains for they are full of goblins.
The year, in the real world at least, is 1991 the Soviet Union is due to collapse in December and Yugoslavia broke up just three months ago.
I know I can transfer living beings between worlds so I wonder if I can use this opportunity to spread my influence over Russia.
There was a wrapping at the door, damn nuns, or maybe cops trying to investigate John's dissaperance.
"Come in" I reluctantly called out
The door knob twisted and in a flash in had some old lady stinking up my room. I didn't recognize her, she had quite archaic fashion seemed more befitting of a late medieval noble woman.
When she raised her head I saw a woman in her late forties or early fifties carrying a black purse in the crack of her elbow. As I observed her face in depth she seemed very familiar.
"Hello Mister Rabenklaues, I have something for you"
Her voice had a fast whisp with it but she was rather calm "here, a letter"
A hand delivered letter for, Me?
She reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope and handed it over.
On the front was a shield, or a crest divided unto four colors each with an animal representing.
Lion, snake, Badger, and raven.
Red, green, yellow, blue.
Beneath this crest was a line of text in Latin but it was easy to read for me "Never tickle a sleeping dragon"
The envelope was sealed in wax with the same crest as mentioned before, I cracked it open snapping the red wax circle in two.
I pulled out the rectangular letter in and unfolded it. The letter was in a deep green text.
'You have been accepted to hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry'
It all clicked.
"What the fuck"
"Mind your language young mister, are you done with the letter?"
"Sorry ma'am, and no"
I continued to read the letter, it was as expected.
"Are you done now?"
"Yes, Miss McGonagall"
Her eyebrow raised in suprise "how insightful, now we must be going we are far behind schedule"
"Do the nuns know of this?" Ifeigned ingonorence, it was likely she messed with the minds of the matrons.
She hesitated for a second before saying "they just know your being taken to a boarding school"
Still wouldn't of made sense really but I just went along with it. We made it two steps out of my room before she stopped.
She let out an annoyed sigh and turned back to me. "You will not be coming back here for a long time, please grab your personal belongings"
I stepped back and opened the drawer grabbing the box with the silver pendant, none of the clothes belonged to me unfortunately I would have to take the ones currently on me, I don't like to steal.
McGonagall had her purse out to the side allowing me to slip the floral box inside. With that we set off once again.
About an hour of walking through London later we stood at the entrance to the leaky cauldron.
As we entered the building I noticed how it seemed to be like a time capsule, like we went 200 years in the past.
It was full of drinking and drunk wizards, the clothing was a good indicator that they were wizards.
"Why can't muggles just walk in here?"
McGonagall thought for only a moment before dismissing his question. "Well there are charms, only a human in touch with the magical side of things could sense the leaky cauldron"
I thought for only a second on how to seem like an ignorant child. "Are there many humans aware of the magical world?"
"No and yes, you see, sometimes an unmagical child is born to magical parents, these childs are exposed to the magical world without magical power thus making them a normal human, the common term for these people is squib-"
There was a moment of pause before she continued.
"At hogwarts the janitor is a squib, but I wouldn't say it to Mr. Flitch's face as he has quite the nag for grudges"
We made it through the crowded hall and to a small doorway, behind it was a brick wall with three unnaturally worn bricks standing out of place.
McGonagall stepped forward and pointed out her wand tapping the worn bricks in a specific pattern.
The front wall slid away to the veiw of an expansive alley full of buildings and people. It seemed and then felt super crammed as McGonagall took Nathan by the wrist and rushed him through it.
"As I said on our walk here, we'll be needing to go to gringotts and access the Fund Hogwarts has set aside for children in your situation"