He was staring at Alana, clenching his fists; Lorin was seated before the wizengamot, beads of sweat trailing down his angry face. They were asking him questions about the diary, and somewhere behind him, he could hear his mother and father shouting, cursing him. The sentence was being passed by his own sister. And he found himself almost frozen in fear for a moment after she told him that he would be spending the rest of his life in Azkaban. What horrors lurked in the wizarding prison? Lorin wasn't going to wait and find out. He let the rage boil inside, let the cursing and shouting fill his soul with violent anger. And then, unpredictably, his arms began to bulk out, breaking the restraints that fixed him into the chair. Alana's face was like stone. The rest of Lorin began to grow, too- his legs extended, his shoulders became evermore muscular and.. Within moments, he had transformed into an enormous black dragon, sweeping its tail around to bowl over anyone behind, taking up most of the room, looking at Alana with those large orange eyes, glaring, opening its mouth, preparing to breath its fiery breath, when-
Tap, tap, tap!
Lorin awoke with a start, looking about to check where he was, even reaching up a hand to feel the face that was so vacant of scales. He didn't know what to make of the dream, and he didn't want to think of it for longer than was necessary. He pushed his sheets aside, stretched out his arms and yawned. He didn't hate Alana, not really, but his dislike for her, just about reached its limits. Lorin wrenched open the curtains, jumping back with a slight "Ah!" as he came face-to-face with a large eagle owl. Instinctively, Lorin approached the window, heaving it open. A slight cracking noise could be heard as the old window swung open. The owl immediately flew in, circled the room and dropped something rectangular straight into Lorin's hands before it flew out and left Lorin turn from the window and stare down at the thing in his hands; a letter.
It didn't occur to Lorin to close his bedroom door, which had been opened by the sheer force of the air flooding in from the bedroom window. Instead, his eyes remained glued to letter. It was parchment coloured with neat green writing on the front. And it was very specifically addressed to him. Lorin touched his index finger on his name. His heart was thudding in his ears. Who on Earth even knew of his existence, other than those related to him? .. That was it, it must have been from a far away relative who knew what his life was like, and was coming to rescue him. Lorin smiled to himself, almost wishing this was true, but as he turned the envelope over, he noticed the crest and the seal. The crest was, again, very neat, and consisted of four animals surrounding the letter 'H'; a lion, a snake, a badger and an eagle. His eyes were drawn most to the lion and the badger. The lion.. Oh, how he wished he could be strong like one of those, mentally and physically. And the badger just seemed to have a strange warmth connected to it. Lorin broke the red 'H' seal, extracted the letter from within, and began to read the contents.
He had not been unaware of the wizarding world, or his heritage, not in the slightest.. And yet, this still came as a great surprise. His mother had once mentioned moving to some other country, so that Lorin could attend her old school. A shocked expression melted onto his face, and Lorin stepped back, perching on the side of his bed, hardly noticing what he was doing. And his eyes continued to hungrily devour the words on the page. He read the letter through at least three times before it started to sink in; he was going to be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
