Arthur Kingscrown was a highly unusual boy.
He was a handsome boy the age of thirteen and had soft black hair and starry black eyes. He was often overlooked as his presence was thin, due to reasons that the neighbors could never make any sense out of. He had a book always on hand and was often seen walking around while reading.
His parents where no less strange.
Maxwell Kingscrown was the boy's father, he had a hobby of collecting electric ware, while the mother would shape her bushes into tiny creatures of the myths.
Recently, the family was seen with a new addition. A crimson haired girl with white skin and blood red lips. She was a very beautiful child that would always follow Arth around anywhere.
Many of the neighbors would stare at the girl every time she went out of the house with Arth, making the already obscure boy invisible.
Arthur stretched out his arm and let out a great yawn. He was currently laying down on a black mattress with books sitting at his feet.
The sun was shining through his windows, livening up the room. Arth closed the book he was reading and got off the bed. He placed the book back into the shelf and proceeded to walk out of the room.
Downstairs, his mother was cooking along with Scarlet, the red haired girl Arth had met quite unusually the year before at Hogwarts.
Scarlet's companion Bask, who passed away the year before due to a series of unfortunate events, had kidnapped Arth and taken him to a secret chamber hidden within the school. There, Arthur met Scarlet and became friends.
Scarlet was an Egle, or snake queen. She was the heir to a descendant of witches that had the ability to manipulate snakes. After Arth had escaped from the chamber of secrets, Scarlet had followed Arth home, with the permission of his mother of course.
Upon discovering that Scarlet was the same age as Arth and had no experience with magic, Maxwell Kingscrown sent a letter to the headmaster of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore a Letter asking if Scarlet could be appointed as a student.
A letter came back the following week stating that Scarlet had been enrolled into the school.
Arthur then made its his duty to make sure Scarlet was up to date with the given course, which he did in a professional manner that no mere student could produce.
Soon, Scarlet was taught all of the basic knowledge one needed for the third year.
Ever since then, Scarlet would pursue other hobbies, such as cooking.
Arth sat down at the table and smiled.
"Are you getting any better at cooking?"
Scarlet gave a scowl.
"I am still learning. I will eventually master this skill. Do not rush me."
Arth laughed in response.
Scarlet, while she had a talent for eating, had trouble in cooking. Although she could make basic dishes, they were never of the amazing quality, much to her ire.
A black raven came in through the open window and settled down on Arth's shoulder, a handsome tawny followed right behind it. A few seconds later, Errol, the Weasley's owl came crashing into the room. On their legs were four letters.
Two of them were from his best friends Hermione and Ron while the remaining two were from Hogwarts as both letters carried the Hogwarts crest.
Arth opened the Hogwarts Letters first.
Dear Mr. Kingscrown,
Please note that the new school year will begin on September the first. The Hogwarts Express will leave from King's Cross station, platform nine and three-quarters, at eleven o'clock.
Third years are permitted to visit the village of Hogsmeade on certain weekends. Please give the enclosed permission form to your parent or guardian to sign.
A list of books for next year is enclosed.
The other letter held the same content except that it was for Scarlet.
Arth took out the Hogsmeade permission slips and threw them into the air before yelling at his dad who was working at his room. Papers then made their way towards the
"Dad! The Hogsmeade forms are in."
His dad called from the other room.
"Got it! I'll sign it once I'm done with my work!"
Scarlet poked her head out from the kitchen and asked with a curious gaze.
"What is Hogsmeade?"
Arth gave her a bright grin before answering.
"It's a village that we can visit for relaxation. I heard it's pretty nice."
His mother called out from the kitchen with a humorous tone.
"I remember Hogsmeade. Oh the memories... make sure to get some butter beer. It's fantastic, a student favorite."
Arth and Scarlet both answered with loud a "yes" before sitting down at the table.
Arth decided to open the remaining two letters.
One was a letter and the other a news- paper clipping.
The clipping had clearly come out of the wizarding newspaper, the Daily Prophet, because the people in the black-and-white picture were moving.
MINISTRY OF MAGIC EMPLOYEE SCOOPS GRAND PRIZE
Arthur Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office at the Ministry of Magic, has won the annual Daily Prophet Grand Prize Galleon Draw.
A delighted Mr. Weasley told the Daily Prophet, "We will be spending the gold on a summer holiday in Egypt, where our eldest son, Bill, works as a curse breaker for Gringotts Wizarding Bank."
The Weasley family will be spending a month in Egypt, returning for the start of the new school year at Hogwarts, which five of the Weasley children currently attend.
Arth scanned the moving photograph, and a grin spread across his face as he saw all nine of the Weasleys waving furiously at him, standing in front of a large pyramid. Plump little Mrs. Weasley; tall, balding Mr. Weasley; six sons; and one daughter, all (though the black-and-white picture didn't show it) with flaming-red hair. Right in the middle of the picture was Ron, tall and gangling, with his pet rat, Scabbers, on his shoulder and his arm around his little sister, Ginny.
Arth couldn't have thought of a family more fit to earn the lottery than the Weasleys. Although Arth's parents had given them money last year, Arth new that it was far from enough.
It's amazing here in Egypt. Bill's taken us around all the tombs and you wouldn't believe the curses those old Egyptian wizards put on them. Mum wouldn't let Ginny come in the last one. There were all these mutant skeletons in there, of Muggles who'd broken in and grown extra heads and stuff.
I couldn't believe it when Dad won the Daily Prophet Draw. Seven hundred galleons! Most of it's gone on this trip, but they're going to buy me a new wand for next year.
Oh, By the way, what should we get harry for his birthday? I'm confused on what to get him... you reckon he will like a sneakoscope?
Arth chuckled before writing a reply.
He then tied it to Errol's leg and sent him off, after a nice long drink.
Arth then scrunched his eyebrows deep in thought.
What's should I get Harry?