A/N: Hello again! An attempt of mine to write a fanfic, and a Harry Potter crossover! I've been a huge fan of the Kane Chronicles forever, and my sister recently got the entire Harry Potter series, and after reading it I got hooked. So, I decided to write a fanfic about a magician who makes the decision to attend Hogwarts in order to learn the magic of wizards. Hope you enjoy!

Hiya there! My name is Benjamin Garner. I'm eleven years old. Most eleven-year-olds don't have problems worth reading about, but that's the first difference between me and most eleven-year-olds. My mom and most of my friends/classmates (or should I say former classmates) are super pissed off at me right now. Was it because I played a horrible prank that ended up going awry? Or did get involved in a huge fight with someone and was presumed dead while it turns out I was actually alive? Or did I break a rule so important that it ended up having adverse effects on me and my classmates?


My peeps are mad at me because I applied for a school transfer. But then you might wonder "Why is that such a big deal? This seems like an ordinary middle school drama." But you'd be wrong. I applied to-and got accepted into- The Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft.

Yep. You read that right. I'm a wizard. Or a magician. Or both. Best way to explain it is I was the latter, but I'm becoming the former. You may think there's no difference, but trust me, there is. In fact, I once got in such a heated debate with on of my classmates about whether there was a difference or not, and the argument got so "heated" that he burned of almost all of my clothes. But we'll get into that later.

By now you might be thinking "Pfft, yeah right. Everyone knows there's no such thing as magic." You'd be wrong again. Magic is real. But before I go into that further, I'll need to explain a few things.

Remember some of those stories of mythology your parents sometimes told you? About Greek, Egyptian, Roman, Norse, Aztec, and Japanese gods and deities? Well, they're not just stories. They're real. All of those gods and deities actually exist. No need to worry though, I'm not concerned about all of them, just Egyptian myths, deities, and creatures. Now, the Egyptian deities were considered to be strange compared to most of the other pantheons. Most of the deities of the other pantheons usually had affairs with mortals and sired powerful children known as demigods, or godlings. But the Egyptians were different in that sense. Very rarely did they ever have affairs with mortals. But they did have their godlings. Just in a different sense of the word. We don't worship the Egyptian deities. We revere and respect them, we interact with them, draw on their power, and even fight them on some occasions, but never worship them. Our bird-headed bookworm friend Thoth, the god of wisdom, made us understand that fact. He also gave us another gift: the ability to call on the power of Ma'at (order) to perform divine magic. And thus was born the Per Ankh, or the House of Life, a school dedicated to teaching those eligible to learn magic how to control their powers.

Of course, only those with the blood of the pharaohs can learn divine magic. But these mortals sure are something else. Somehow, the mortals developed their own form of magic that wasn't quite as powerful as the divine type, but what they lacked in power in they made up in flexibility. The mortals began to call themselves wizards and witches, and designed an entire civilization around them, and schools to hone and improve their magic.

These wizards and witches soon found out about magicians, and once they did they saw this as an opportunity to improve their magic power and skill and invited them to attend their schools, an exchange of knowledge. Magicians, however, were disgusted by this idea. They saw the magic of wizards as a cheap knock-off, their magic was below them, and they didn't want to defile themselves with "impure" magic. For years all the magicians continued to school at Per Ankh, and the wizards schooled at their various schools.

My mother's name is Joan. He parents were magicians, although this fact was unknown to them because magic had not been practiced for generations. However, she soon found out that she was descended from a great magician, one of the few to ever defeat all the members of Per Ankh in a duel. The Chief Lector explained all of this to her. The Chief Lector is the most powerful magician alive, and he also doubles as something similar to a headmaster of the Per Ankh. He approached my mother and explained all this to her, and offered her a place at Per Ankh. She accepted, but a few days later she received a letter from Hogwarts, inviting her to attend. When the Chief Lector heard about it he was livid. He told he that this was simply a trick of the wizards to infiltrate and discover the secrets of Per Ankh. From that moment on my mother saw wizards as nothing but tricksters and scum, to say the least.

With that being the case, you'd have an idea as to why she was pissed off as hell at me for informing he of my decision to attend Hogwarts.

"What do you mean you're transferring to Hogwarts?! Have you gone insane?!" She yelled, and I'm pretty sure that people halfway across the state could hear that.

"Uh, Mom, you might want to keep your voice down. I heard that Ghanaians don't appreciate noise too much," I noted, hiding a smirk on my face.

"Oh, shut up," She snapped. "I don't know what kind of madness has possessed you to consider even thinking about applying for that school."

"The kind of madness that makes me not want to be racist!" I said. "I mean we both practice magic, so why are the wizards inferior to us?"

"The fact that the magic we learn was directly taught to us by the gods themselves!" Mom stated. "Their "magic" is nothing but a cheap secondhand trick that lacks the power to match the weakest of our spells!"

"That's exactly why I want to go school with them!" I argued. "I want help them improve their magic while they help me improve mine!"

"And how exactly do you plan to do that?"

"Like you said, their magic lacks power. I plan to teach them how to strengthen their magic, if possible. I also wish to learn how to make my magic more flexible. Plus, I doubt it's very healthy for to spend eight in a mortal school and another four, plus majority of my weekend in the Per Ankh."

"See?" Mom growled. "You want to lower our magic to their standards when it's perfect the way it is! We were taught magic by the gods themselves, and you want to drag yourself down to their level!"

I could tell this conversation wasn't going anywhere. "Fine Mom," I started. "You don't have to accept my decision. I simply wished to tell you out of courtesy. You are my mother, after all. I didn't want you to get worried if I suddenly up and left. But don't be mistaken; I've already been accepted into Hogwarts, and my list of supplies is in my Duat locker. But I can easily get all these supplies myself. It'll only take me an hour to get to London. But I do want you to be there. So are you going to help me or not?" I stared directly into the eyes of my mother.

My mother is a pretty stubborn person. But no matter how stubborn she thinks she is, I'm ten times as stubborn. That's the thing about stubborn people and their children. Eventually, she broke away from my gaze and put on a defeated look.

"Very well," she said. "Get the griffin ready."

"Where to first?" My mother grumbled. We were currently standing in the courtyard behind the Leaky Cauldron, and all the staring and looks we received while we were inside the bar soured my mother already bad mood.

"Um, Diagon Alley. It's just beyond this wall." I replied, pointing to the wall behind the trash cans. "Let's see…the instructions said to find the brick, and then tap it three times. Hmm…" I began tapping above the trash cans, looking for the one that would open up the secret entrance to Diagon Alley. It took a few minutes, but eventually I managed to get the right stone and once I tapped three times, the bricks folded upon themselves until we found ourselves facing an archway that led to a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight.

"Yep, this is it." I said turning to my mom. Personally, I found the secret entrance impressive, but my mother remained as stony-faced as ever.

"Good. Let's get your supplies and get out of here. I don't want to be here any longer than I have to."

"Okay. The first thing on the list is uniforms, and it says we can find them Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions."

"Do you have their money?"

"Yep. Dad left a lot in the locker." And with that, we set of to buy my uniforms. I noticed a particularly large man standing near the window of the shop we were heading to, holding two ice creams, apparently waving to someone already inside the shop. A few seconds later a small boy around my age walked out of the shop holding the robes he'd just finished buying, walked up to the big man, and left. I couldn't get a good look at his face, but something about the boy struck as important.

A pale faced boy also walked out before we went in, and I could feel a bad vibe coming off from this one. Anyway, we walked in and were met with the sight of a squat, smiling woman who I assumed was a witch, due to her choice of profession. She was dressed in lilac.

"Excuse me, are you the owner of this pitiful shop?" My mom asked. I winced at my mother's choice in manners, but there was nothing I could really do about that, because of the magicians and their beliefs. I internally made a promise to find a way to make magicians let go of this prejudiced notion of theirs.

I watched the woman's smile falter for a moment, but it came back, a little more forced this time. "Yes, ma'am, I am Madam Malkin. Welcome to my atelier. How may I help you?"

"My son will be attending Hogwarts soon-" her tone became slightly sourer at this point "-and he needs to buy his uniform. I'm told this is the best place to purchase them."

"Yes, of course. I just finished with two other Hogwarts students." She turned to me. "Right this way." She led me to the back of the shop where she asked me to stand on a stool, before pulling a robe over my head a pinning it to the correct measurements.

"Um, excuse me," I started.

"Yes?" She said, not taking her eyes off of her work.

"I just wanted to apologize for my mother's behavior. She a bit cranky right now."

"Don't worry, dearie. She's not the first customer I've to deal with that had a sour personality."

"She's not really a bad person." I said. "Just…misguided." The rest of the measuring went on in silence, but I could tell Madam Malkin was no longer offended. Once we finished I collected all my robes and pushed through the air like if I was putting an object in a locker. Sure enough, the items disappeared much to the surprise of Madam Malkin. My mom paid of the robes and walked out of the store. I waited for her to leave, and tossed a Galleon at Madam Malkin as tip. She gave me a wide smile and waved at me as I walked out of the store.

"Continue to patronize them like that, and soon enough they start to believe that they're as good as us magicians. They already treat other magical creatures." Mom huffed.

I scoffed. "Look in the mirror recently? I doubt that lady even knew we were magicians. She probably thought we were foreign wizards with our heads stuck far up our rear ends." But my mom's comment made wonder. Are wizards really racist towards other magical creatures?

"Anyway, we just have to get our course books and some other items, but we'll be finished after that." I explained. My mom snorted.

"Whatever. Let's just be done with this so we leave sorry excuse for a magic village."

We went to a shop called Gray Ibis for my course books, and for the other materials we were directed to a store called the Winged Snake. My mom wanted us to buy a solid gold cauldron saying that "if you have to buy any of this crap at least let it be in the highest quality" but I reminded her that it said pewter on the list, eventually she grudgingly agreed to buy what was on list. I almost forgot to buy the basic potion ingredients, but I remembered in the nick of time.

Whenever I bought something, I immediately stored it in my Duat locker. When doing this, I wondered if it had a limit to how many items it could store, because I already had a bunch of stuff in there, and now I was adding even more things.

Finally, we returned home, and I spent my last month alternatively training with my fellow magicians (who seemed to be giving me the cold shoulder) and trying to learn about the history of wizards, Hogwarts, and typical wizarding behaviors and procedures, etc.

Finally, on the morning I was to leave for Hogwarts, my mother accompanied me to the King's Cross Station, and we landed the griffin in a hidden area where no one would see.

"Well, this is it, Mom." I said. I found it extremely hard to say goodbye to her, even though she spent the entire last month telling me why my decision was foolish and whatnot. "I love you," I said, wrapping my arms around her. For a second I was afraid that she would let me go like that, but delicately hugged me back too.

"Yeah, yeah. Now get out of here." She said in her hard tone, but I knew she was hiding the fact that deep down she was just as sad as I was to see me go, maybe even more. I let go of her and started heading towards the station, and when I looked back I saw something glittering in her eyes.

I tried to focus my mind on my new school, how many friends I would make, and even what kinds of magic I would learn. After reading about potions, I was thinking about a way to teach other magic as well, but if I was successful, then it would end up being super painful.

And that's how my first year the British school of Wizardry and Witchcraft began.

A/N: And this is where we end for now! This is just a prologue, of course! The real story starts next chapter. Let me know what you think! Please be gentle, as this is my first fanfic.