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Authors Note: I didn't have much time to write lately and just got to doing another chapter. I'm keeping the first few chapters short until I get into a rhythm and get my writing style down.
A boy with a shock of unruly white hair and sparkling green eyes was walking along the beach at Portmeirion. He didn't know it was called that, he simply wanted to see the sea. The 8 year old child looked out of place especially since he was Barefoot and very lightly clothed. The chill in the air that told of the coming winter didn't seem to affect him much. He spread his arms in the face of the cold wind that blew his hair in all directions. His eyes gave the feeling of something old and peaceful yet full of the strength and life. Almost like the sea that he was looking at. Suddenly he was sniffing the air for some scent that seemed to excite him. He began running in a random direction and in mid-run he transformed into a wolf with the same silvery fur as his hair with one black line of fur across his back. The wolf soon found the origin of the smell to be coming from a steaming pie that was sitting in a small kitchen of a beach house. He looked inside the window with longing. He had had pie before and he quite liked it. He had also had bad experiences with taking food from people. They usually called him a thief if he appeared as a boy and if he was as a wolf they would either scream or try to chase him away by shouting at him. He transformed back into the boy since he couldn't open the window with his paws. He looked up and into the kitchen and froze just as he was about to reach for the window frame.
Hermione Granger was on holiday with her parents. They were staying in a beach house that had been lent to Mr. Granger by one of his friends from the golfing club. Hermione had been reading an exciting novel about mystical creatures and brave knights from Arthurian Legends. She had also been feeling a little hungry by now and remembered the pie that her mother had brought from home and heated up in the small kitchen. She sighed and marked the page she had been reading before standing up and walking towards the kitchen. But right as she was stepping through the door something caught her eyes that made her freeze. Right across from her outside the kitchen window stood one of the strangest boys she had ever seen. What stood out to her the most was the shock of white hair and his bright green eyes. Upon further notice she found that he was only dressed in a blue hoodie and black knee length shorts. Curiosity about the boy staring at her taking over, she slowly walked over to the window and pulled it up. "Aren't you cold?" was the first question out of her mouth. He looked at her for a while and then simply said "I'm always warm". "What are you doing here? Where are your parents? Where did you come from?" she asked in rapid succession gaining confidence from the strange boys answer. "I like pie" he said simply pointing at the pie on the kitchen table. Hermione looked back and forth between the boy and the pie and his sparkly big eyes that were so like those of an adorable puppy. "Do you want some? Come in I wanted to eat some too" she said to him and the boy climbed through the window as soon as she told him to come in. She looked at him shocked and then simply shrugged and walked over to the cabinet and took out two plates and served two pieces of pie and sat down. The boy promptly sat down next to her and began eating slowly. Hermione meanwhile had completely forgotten about her pie and was looking curiously at his hair.
Thus it was that Mrs. Granger was shocked out of her wits when she walked in to the kitchen to see a strange boy sitting next to her daughter at the kitchen table eating their pie. For a moment she was utterly speechless as she took in the scene of her daughter petting said boy on his head like some pet while he was eating. "Hermione?" she said in a questioning tone not knowing what to say. Hermione turned around and saw her mother looking at the boy questioningly. "He was standing outside the window and wanted some pie" was her reply as she turned back to play with the strange white hair again. Her daughter's next comment took her completely by surprise, "His hair is really soft" she said smiling at the boy who was still eating not paying the least attention to what was going on. Jane Granger simply didn't know what to say.