Chapter 3

August 15th, 1990

I woke up quite weirdly this morning. Mainly cause I naturally woke up.

"Noah, come down real quick."

Well, I do guess today is my birthday.

Before walking downstairs, I went into my drawer to get a T-Shirt and some shorts. After putting them on, I ran downstairs.

Reaching the bottom of the steps, I walk to where my aunt is.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOAH!" getting bombarded by both of my guardians with a happy birthday, I merely just smile.

"So what are we doing today?" Walking to the kitchen on the left side of the living room. I grab an apple to eat quickly.

Smiling at each other, my aunt tells me that they have something to inform me near the end of the day that's important.

"Alright, Aunt Jess, Uncle Ali, I wanna go to my mother's grave today and enjoy the rest of the day with you two. Is that doable?"

Walking to me, my uncle tells me that's more than doable.

"Wanna go out to eat today?"

"Unn, I wanna eat aunty's cooking today."

"Alright, get out of the kitchen then. Quick question want to see if Hermione is free today? She's your only friend currently."

"No, it's alright. I want to spend this day with you two anyway. Every year for my birthday since I was 8, I've been with her."

"What and, that was like two? 8 and 9, listen to real quick nephew, you gotta understand early the heart of a woman, I know you grew up to fast for your good. But it's one thing you should understand."

"BLAH BLAH, I'M NOT HEARING YOU, UNCLE." covering my ears, I walk right back up to my room before he starts a tangent.

Locking my door, I open my hand then a book starts floating toward me.

"I have been getting better." Lately, I figured out I am special compared to other kids. I tend to be able to make things absurdly cold or levitate things.

It started a couple years ago, mainly when I was writing a description of a book report for school. I dropped my book report. Right after that, it started floating.

Another reason why I think this is my coldness. When my emotions are tense, things will get colder.

Some days I have dreams, dreams of when my mom passed away. Well, I guess I can call them nightmares...

The nightmares usually happen like this. My mom was running toward my room. The weird man, who I can only describe as slick black hair and quite tall, hit my mom with something dangerous, then he walked into my room... the same attack he used on my mom he did it to me then I went cold.

I swear it happened that way, even though I have no way to confirm my suspicions.

Well past that, I try to levitate 3 books at one. Closing my eyes, I try to manipulate my surroundings.

From what I can tell, the energy I use to levitate the things around me is from the outside.

When I use the energy in my body, everything tends to drop in temperature.

Moving the energy around me, levitating the other 2 books, only one of them floated. I felt the third one barely moving, but at the end of the day, it's moving even so slightly.

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"Professor Snape, how can you mix the correct ingredients with this."

Looking at the Griffondry kid sharply, "Mr. Weasley, your potion is nowhere near correct."

Ignoring the pessimistic view of this mean older man, he still wants help.

"Are you going to help me or not?"

"No."

Shortly after class, sitting in a chair by himself, he silently stares at the potion on his desk.

"The fear of living with your sins is what happens in this life, Severus."

"Don't bother me, Alblus the life you live is not as grand as they say."

"I deal with the sins of them every day. You do not."

"I'm still alive, Alblus, aren't I? "

"But have you accepted what you have done?"

Walking out of the room, Albus Dumbledore goes to his office to check on someone.

Sighing to himself, Servsus walks to a side of the room and begins to work on something.