(Face Claim: Levi Miller)

From as long as Alex could remember, magic had been a part of his life. His earliest memory was Christmas when he was three years old. His oldest brother, Liam, was 11 and just got his first broom. He was flying around the house on it, despite his mum’s shouting. Ben and Rhys were attempting to play Wizard’s chess, but they really weren’t old enough for the pieces to listen to them. They would start getting bored and walking off the board. One knight even pierced Rhys with his sword. The sword was no bigger than a splinter, but Rhys’s howls echoed through the house. Alex was too young to fully understand the chaos and pulled on his favorite dog’s ears instead.
Yes, they had actual dogs—the Muggle pet. His father was a Muggle, a professor of Physics at Oxford University. They grew up just outside the college town so they could have enough of a yard for the Wheaten Terriers that his father loved to breed. It was a strange hybrid of both Muggle and Wizard background, but Alex loved his family.
As he grew older, Alex found himself taking after his father more than his mother. He attended a Muggle school (his father insisted all his children did, until they got their Hogwarts letters) and excelled in maths like his father. He loved the dogs, and they loved him, more than his brothers. And he hadn’t shown any sign of magic. Alex spent much of his childhood out in the field with the dogs, staring at the grass and demanding it to grow or trying to telepathically command the confused dogs to roll over. But nothing worked for him.
His brothers, all Hogwarts students, teased him good-naturedly for awhile. When that stopped, it terrified Alex. All three of them displayed some kind of magic before the age of 5. Ben actually had to be homeschooled throughout primary school because he couldn’t control his sudden bursts of temper that would shatter glass or set rubbish bins aflame.
It wasn’t until they visited a school friend of his mum’s when Alex was 10 that his powers first manifested. She had just moved back to England and his dad was ecstatic to meet her pack of crups. Alex was playing with one of the young crups outside, when it ran into the street. A car sped around the corner at that exact moment. Alex threw out his hands and the crup flew backwards and into his arms.
They sent owls to his brothers at school immediately and threw a party for him that night. Alex was relieved, but still worried it wouldn’t be enough to get him into Hogwarts. Lucky for him, his letter came over the summer holiday, on the day of his birthday, and additional celebrations ensued. Alex had never felt happier.
As the days went on and Alex failed to produce any additional magic, he became more and more worried that there was some sort of mistake. He spent all summer reading through his brother’s old textbooks and practicing incantations, vowing to work harder than any other student to prove he deserved to be there. With Liam working as an Auror, Ben a Prefect, and Rhys a successful student probably on his way to be both of those things, he had a lot to live up to.