Inducting an Heir Solo Closed

Finally, the day had arrived. A commencement of sorts. The Gardener family was once again indulging another member - not just any member, an important one for that - into Hogwarts. It had been quite the while since the walls of the castle built to educate young witches and wizards had seen a fair-haired child, almost a man, stepping inside. In fact, the last Gardener wizard to have ever attended Hogwarts was Eden’s uncle and his father’s youngest brother. Meaning it was ages ago. Eden hadn’t been born yet.

But there he was, standing proudly in the middle of everyone; muggles and pure-bloods alike. The boy sniffed at the sight of such puny weaklings. Even their scents irritated him - made him scratch his neck and sniff his nose. His brows furrowed like an angry little toddler giving a cold, mean look to his denying parent. His father stood tall behind them, one cold hand resting on little Ed’s shoulder. His mother had tried to grab hold of his hand, but her son denied every opportunity.
‘I’m a man now,’ he had often repeated, ‘I don’t want my classmates-to-be to see me holding hands with my mother.’ And every time, his mother released a pout, she felt stabbed. A year ago, Eden would willingly run for his mother’s embrace. How long will he last at Hogwarts without it?

“Son,” Lord Gardener had broken down the silence that hummed over the three, “this is it. You’re leaving us to make us proud. To make History. You’ll soon be stepping into that ancient hall, where I sat to be sorted. Where your grandfather sat, and his father before him. Generation after generation, we wore the green robes of Slytherin, the Sorting Hat will recognize you the second it sits on top of your head, you’ll be immediately put into the best House Hogwarts has.” The wise man spoke confidently, his tone stern and solid, like a rock’s surface.

Eden’s face shined too, his chin lifted up and his eyes glimmering in ambition. His hair flicked off from one side to another - perfectly matching the style and colour of his father’s. However, his face dimmed quickly, in a halt. Like an eclipse, the moon passed by in front of the sun and everything turned pitch black. A particular worry dwelled over the boy’s mind.
“But what if…” he hesitated to speak, his eyes hovering his surroundings anxiously, “what if I end up anywhere but in Slytherin?” Usually, Eden didn’t worry about quite literally anything at all. However, inside of him lurked a shadow that made him think of the things he never wanted to fail at - disappoint. A lot of pressure weighed on his shoulders, and regardless of how heavy it is, he wanted to stand tall.
“Son, if you think that that hat is going to put you in anywhere but where you rightfully deserve to be, you’re wrong. But if that blabbering hat starts to hint at such mischief, threaten it, tell it who you are. It’ll send its pointy top curving in fear.”

Eden crooked a smile and giggled. He liked the sound of that, reaching out for power immediately meant he could plant his dominance at Hogwarts and make it clear that he was on top of the food chain.

His mother swept by and bent forwards to peck a kiss on the boy’s cheek. Her lips were warm, and her dark raven hair flowed like a summery wave - calm and peaceful. Although Eden hated to admit it, he yearned for his mother’s embrace, regardless, he softly pushed away from her grip - he was a grown-up now. He didn’t want to be seen being spoiled by his mother in front of everyone - muggle or not. What if there were possible future-classmates around? The risk was not worth it.
“I love you,” she whispered compassionately, her eyes gazing at his. He was her only son. Her oldest child. And he was departing off already. She couldn’t believe it. No longer would she have to yell out his name whenever he went missing, only to find him running on top of the roof, or climbing up places where one shouldn’t even think about climbing.
“I would write you every day, but father says once a week is enough. Expect one tomorrow, make sure to check out the owlery daily. We might have some news - I’m sure you will have many things to tell us about as well.” Her lips aimed forward for his forehead this time, and Eden pulled back.
“Don’t worry mother. I will make you and father proud. I promise to not disappoint.”

With a rush of sadness sprinting through the young lad’s mind, Eden let out a frown and then waved one last goodbye.

Knowing what had to be done, he stood a few feet away from the column that transported witches and wizards from the muggle world to that magical. His feet took off like a billywig flapping it’s wings. Rapidly, he even felt a light scorch tightening around his thighs. That rush of adrenaline one gets while running - it filled him with energy and hype, some source of adventure. Which, not only did he had plenty off, but more awaited him behind this one wall he ran towards to. And suddenly, he vanished like dust in the wind, and appeared in a whole other station, which looked almost the same like the other one. Just more magical, appealing and satisfying to observe.