3 Turning Eleven.. almost.

A/N: How weird are you guys? Y'all are asking me if it's Fleur, Tonks, and others of the same generation?

Look at the year he's turned 11 in, right down here!

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---Time Skip: 28th July, 1930---

It's been three years, and a few months since I awakened my two weird powers. There's a reason I'm calling them weird.

When I first threw the ball on Timmy's and John's tummies, I had first assumed I used my Magic. The same when I began to hear the thoughts of others. I was not a natural Legilimens, who could simply use Legilimency without eye contact.

I was a Telepath. Sort of like Charles Xavier. I even have another power source just for that! Well, that and the throwing ball thing.

I was a telekinetic too! How cool was that?

Like Jean Grey. Only male, black hair instead of red, grey eyes instead of her green, and still cute. She became hot in the comics, and Sansa in the movies. I'm still a kid.

This did speed up my plans by.. a lot. Telepathy, somehow increased my speed in building a mind palace, and even allowed me to multitask! I was able to read a book on the outside, while watching a movie in my memories, or even listen to someone else's thoughts.

My range, and selectiveness had the most improvement. Where before, I could listen to all the voices under a 25 meters radius, now, I can listen to any of the voices in a 2 km radius. Of course, I can even listen to all the voices in that range, all at once, but it gives even my superior brain a headache. And I have had 3 years to get used to the headache of listening to thoughts.

I have to say, other than the few unnecessary gross thoughts, mainly coming from older males, and a few racist remarks, Telepathy has helped me out a lot. There were a lot of smart people around London, and I had their brains all to myself.

I tried learning from a physicist, but unfortunately, my Physics, while good for a Bachelor level student, and barely passable for a Masters level student, was not even remotely close to understanding PhD level Physics, which most of the Geniuses have.

I did copy a lot of their memories, as I had nothing else to do. Along with Physics, I took chemistry, biology, Math, and anything I could find on Medical sciences. I had always imagined myself being a doctor, as Mason, so that information will definitely be helpful for me.

But, with good times, also come bad times. I found a.. man, who had killed a lot of people, but was still hiding from the bobbies. It was the first time I ever directly controlled someone's mind, and made it so that he never tells lies.

He was caught the next day, when he confessed to the crime, along with a few other crimes he was not even suspected of.

Any minor criminal I found, I let them live. Petty thieves either do it because they're hungry, because they're addicted to stealing, or because they simply like the thrill.

But major criminals like murderers, rapists, traffickers, or God forbid, terrorists, them I made confess in front of witnesses.

Anywho, that was telepathy. Now comes telekinesis! That was a very tough road in the beginning.

Like any other telekinetic, I began with small stuff. Floating pebbles, floating bigger pebbles, then rocks, then bigger rocks, etc. Fortunately, my strength was superb. So I graduated from throwing pebbles around, to throwing big stones around in only a day.

Unfortunately, my control was shite. I could not keep a small pebble steady for a few minutes, until the month ended! A month! To simply float a small pebble!

Once that was mastered, I moved down, to a classic Naruto trick. Leaves. I began floating leaves around, in a pattern I decided for myself, and sometimes even randomly.

After I mastered that trick, I moved forward to floating bigger rocks. Like, giant rocks. I only found one such rock, and I was barely able to lift it one inch. But I was 10 the last time I did that.

Thankfully, the rock was in the small woods behind us. What? Stockwell has a big campus, alright.

Now, back to Occlumency. Thanks to my quick mastery in Telepathy, I quickly managed to build my Mind Palace, exactly how I wanted it. I saw the house in a magazine, and instantly loved it. And like any other weeb, I went overboard.

First off, when anyone tries to listen to my thoughts, or to view my memories, they'll have to go through a transparent telepathic shield that surrounds my brain. This shield keeps all the electric signals from my brain, inside my brain.

If, and that's a big if, they manage to go through the shields, then they'll face a house, with a door. There's no password or anything, but any peeking cat would have to either open that door, or break it down.

Unfortunately, that's a trick door. It does not open. Never. It's just a door painted on the wall.

The real door is 6 feet to the left, disguised as a window. I'm so smart.

Anyway, the door leads to the living room, then a hallway goes to the bathroom, toilet, 2 bedrooms, kitchen, the attic, and the basement. It's all labelled too!

Again, no label shows where the door actually leads. Well, you get the point.

There's a fake library behind the door labelled Toilet, and it's filled with useless Tom and Jerry runs. Underneath the carpet, is the entrance to the actual Library, containing my memories of this life. They'll expect that to be enough, so they'll completely miss the second shelf underneath the ground. And the one below it. And the one below it. And the.. you get the point.

Getting through my mind barriers is next to impossible for any normal telepath, but even if they do, by any chance get through, they'll get lost in the house, giving me ample opportunity, and time to go through their own minds.

Opening door between minds is not just a one way street. If I read your mind, you can theoretically read my mind at the same time. That's if you're competent though. This is where my Mind Palace shines.

Pure Telepathy= strong.

Pure Magic Occlumency= strong.

Both together? Super strong.

Anyway, when it comes to actually magic, I'm actually not that ahead. I'm still better than any future classmate of mine will ever be, but it's still not enough for me.

By rereading the books, I'd managed to learn the incantations of quite a lot of spells, and by re-watching the movies, I'd managed to get the pronunciation right. But still, my spells were not.. good enough. All of this was possible thanks to Occlumency, of course.

I started with a simple lighting charm, as I knew it was the first spell taught. It was fairly difficult to get it, that too without a wand. I used my finger first, so I have I point to shine my light on.

2 days, and an unconscious spell later, I succeeded, and moved on to a hovering light above my hands. That took a few more days. Then I controlled where the light went, how bright it was, what colour it was, etc. Basically, I played it up.

In such a way, I'd managed to learn Lumos, Nox, the Levitation charm, Accio, tempus, and the Reparo. Out of the few hundred spells I'd remembered reading, 6 was not a great number. But still, I was trying. And I had mastered those 6 spells good enough that I can cast them wandlessly, and in my sleep.

I was learning the cutting charm now, after which was the Aguamenti, followed by the Incendio. But there was still time for that. I was awesome, as it is.

"KNOCK! KNOCK!" a knock on the door to my room sounds, bringing me out of my self praise, about how amazing I am at all my powers.

Who the hell could it be? Sister Agnes simply enters the rooms without asking. Walking towards the door, I open it up, and look at who was knocking. It was Sister Agnes, along with a man, who looked in his 30s. He was wearing a grey suit, with purple trimmings of all things, and had half moon glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Dr Watson?" I mumble out loud, by mistake I assure you, as soon as I see that man, before Sister Agnes can even say anything.

Sister Agnes shakes her head, and asks, "Huhh?- No, Mason. This is Professor Albert-" before she can continue, the Jude Law lookalike, comes forward, interrupting her.

He says, "Hellow Mr Aves. My name is Professor Albus Dumbledore. Can I talk to you about an opportunity, please?"

I look at Dumbledore like he was a creepy pedo, which knowing my luck, he probably was, and refrain from sending out my telepathy. I look him over, say, "I don't want to buy anything." And shut the door in his face.

That. Felt. Awesome! I don't know which version of Dumbledore this is, but I already love pissing him off. Hah! The look on his face.

The door rattles a few times, and then opens up, showing an angry Sister Agnes. She strolls right in, and pulls my ear. "Ow, ow, oww! Sister Agnes, that hurts!" I yell out, thanks to her pulling my ear.

"Young man! You just spoke to the Professor of a prestigious school for the gifted! And you shut the door in his face?! Have I taught you nothing?!" Sister Agnes says, pulling a bit more, making me wince.

"Okay, ALRIGHT! I'M SORRY SISTER AGNES! I'M SORRY!" I scream, honestly terrified for my ear.

She smacks my head and points to the amused man standing at the door. I scowl at him, and say, "I'm sorry you look like a hobo."

It's my turn to be amused, while Dumbles is scowling at my disrespect.

Sister Agnes simply raises her hands to show she's serious, while glaring at me, so I back peddle, and say, "I'm sorry, Professor. You wanted to talk to me? What for, may I ask?"

Dumbles simply raises an eyebrow, and his lip twitches upwards a bit. Huh. Maybe he's not an Evil Dumbledore. But I'm still staying careful. Plus he hasn't tried to read my mind yet. That's a point in his favour.

He strokes his beard, which was not even close to being as impressive as the HP movie Dumbledore had, and says, "You called me Dr Watson. From Sherlock Holmes?"

I nod, and say, "You simply look like the image I have of Dr Watson. Exactly the same. Well, except for.." I just vaguely point towards his clothes.

While better than what the movies showed, he did not fit in. He was wearing a grey suit, with purple trimmings, a purple hat, with stars on them, purple boots, and thankfully, black tie.

"Ah." Dumbles says, and nods. He looks towards the glaring Sister Agnes, glaring at me that is, and says, "Sister Agnes. May I speak to young Mr Aves? Alone if you please?"

Sister Agnes hesitates, and looks towards me. I nod and smile brightly. I say, "Don't worry. If he tries anything I'll scream 'stranger danger.' I have my whistle here too!" I proudly show her the whistle, removing it from my pocket.

It's Dumbles's turn to be embarrassed now, while Sister Agnes looks relieved. She nods at him, and walks out while saying, "If you need anything at all, I'll be down in the kitchen, preparing tea."

Dumbles nods, while I wave at her. I won't bore you with the details. Dumbles spoke vaguely about Magic, and then showed me the proof of it's existence by waving his wand and transfiguring my bed into a tiger, and back.

I acted all kinds of surprised, and shocked at the appropriate moments. I even got in a "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!" when he showed me a transfigured Hippogriff.

Obviously, he explained only briefly, along with, "You'll learn all this, and more, when you get to Hogwarts."

So of course, I agreed, and accepted the Hogwarts Invitation letter from him. I stare at it, and keep staring at my name, and the Hogwarts logo.

Mason Lucas Aves,

Room no. 22,

2nd floor- Stockwell Orphanage, London.

How many years have I waited for this? 30? 35? More? Probably. I've been waiting for this letter ever since the first movie came out. So, math.

"Where will I even get all of this? How will I pay for this stuff?" I mumble out, because that's the only thing that's bugging me. I don't have money. And I don't think Goblins will appreciate me messing with their heads.

I think I remember something about an Orphans fund, but I can't be too sure that it exists here.

And I don't even think my rapist family has any cash in their vaults. I don't even think they have vaults left at this point in time.

Dumbledore sighs, and says, "Your stay at Hogwarts will be free of all costs, and even the food will be provided by us. As for buying supplies, Hogwarts will provide you with enough money to buy your supplies. Granted, you'll have to buy a few books 2nd hand."

I immediately drop my shoulders, thinking up how much money I can steal in a week or so, both muggle, and Wizarding, and how I can do it most efficiently. I don't want to stick out like a sore thumb with second hand supplies.

"Fortunately," Dumbles speaks up, bringing me out of my unlawful life, and says, "the Muggle Government has funds set aside for the education of young Orphans such as yourself. I think, Sister Agnes will be agreeable to letting a few more notes come your way."

I smile widely, not exactly for the reason Dumbles was thinking. He just gave me a brilliant idea. I'm definitely robbing the rich, and giving to the poor, ergo, me.

He chuckles at my facial reactions, and says, "Easy there, my boy. I'll come here tomorrow to take you shopping for the school year. Why don't you talk to Sister Agnes, and have her call her superiors?"

I nod at him, as he moves to walk out the door. Before leaving, he says, "Do tell them, that the boarding and tuitions will be paid by the government directly, and the school will provide money from the Orphans fund for the supplies. What they will provide you with, will only be added to our funds that we've set for you."

Saying that last word, he closes the door, and leaves, and I finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Thank God I have a habit not to use Telepathy on the one's in the Orphanage. That would have been a very uncomfortable conversation, for him. I'd have thrown everything at him and run.

STREET SMARTS!

Anyway, Diagon Alley, tomorrow! Talk with Sister Agnes, now!

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A/N: It's 10:27 AM now, and I haven't slept since I woke up yesterday at 12 PM. I'm going to stay awake as long as possible, and try and sleep only after 6 PM.

What will this do? This will correct my body's clock, temporarily curing my insomnia.

Sleep at 7 PM, wake up at 6 AM, then sleep at 9, wake up at 6. Sleep at 10, wake up at 6-7.

Slowly, I'll start sleeping at 11-12, and wake up at 8-9.

Anyway, next chapter, Diagon Alley! Or a short paragraph detailing the trip to Diagon Alley. Depends on my mood.