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Jon heard distant noises, he had lost consciousness after the great pain that the tree had inflicted on him, he felt very weak and it seemed that his body had been used by a bear as a toy, he wanted with all his being to lose consciousness again to relieve the pain, however, he heard voices and trying not to attract attention, He listen

"Repeat to me again where and how you found him, Hagrid," an old, serene, polite voice was heard, an older man without a doubt, however, his voice had something special, as if it had immense contained power, he didn't know how to explain the feeling he got from listening to it.

"We found him on the shore of black lake professor, he was soaked and unconscious, he had this sword and this strange branch in his hands, to be honest at first I thought he was dead, it was until I got closer that I could see his chest rise weakly, after that I hurried to bring him to the infirmary with Poppy," exclaimed another man, He could intuit from his tone of voice that it was big, a rough voice of someone who was used to rough work, however, he still sounded friendly, he understood that this was a contradiction but it was difficult to explain to his tired mind.

"I understand, old friend, maybe our unexpected guest can help us by clarifying some things, do you agree, young man?" exclaimed the professor as he looked at the boy on the bed, expectantly

Jon cursed to himself, he didn’t know how was discovered, he did not move at all, the man was as cunning as a fox, he knew that he was not in a position to defend himself, and apparently, they did not want to hurt him, at least for the moment, so, against his better judgment he opened his eyes and looked at the strangers who had him defenseless.

Jon knew that the man who had discovered him was older, but as he looked at him Jon couldn't believe that a person of that age could still stand unsupported, as wrinkled as a raisin, his hair was long and as white as his homeland, and the most gruesome color-pickled robe he could have ever imagined. it was something he imagined the pompous Lord Tyrrell would wear, really, magenta and lime green?

“I see that you are with us young man, you gave us a good scare when we found you on the shore of the lake, we thought that a tragedy had happened, my name is Albus Dumbledore, could you share your name with us?” said the old man

Young Snow stared at the principal for a moment, analyzing him, the old man was used to being in charge, that was clear, he had a presence that commanded quite a bit of respect, the façade of the crazy old man was a mask, of that he was sure, however, he had been polite so Jon responded in kind

"My name is Jon, son of Lord Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell, nice to meet you Lord Dumbledore," Jon exclaimed with a slight nod of his head

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Stark, you are at Hogwarts, a school of witchcraft and wizardry located in the heart of the Scottish Highlands, and I'm not the Lord of this castle, boy, I'm the headmaster of the school," the old man replied serenely

Jon was going to correct the man when he referred to him as Mr. Stark, he was a Snow, not a Stark, but the next thing he said left him perplexed and quite skeptical, a school of magic? yes as if, the old man wanted to fool me, that was sure

"You don't have to lie to me director, magic no longer exists, it died with the death of the last dragons," Jon replied harshly

The old man raised an eyebrow in an amused way and with a quick movement he took a stick out of his sleeve, Jon had no doubt, the old man was senile, to be dressed in robes and with a stick in his sleeve to think of himself as a magician was quite worrying, Jon was going to speak again when suddenly the old man gave an elegant movement of his hand and the bed where he was recovering rose Instantly, such an act managed to make the black-haired man mute with nothing to say, the old man continued to rotate the bed so that Jon would have no doubt that, in fact, he was responsible for such an act and slowly moved the bed back to the floor.

"I assure you young Stark that magic is real and although unfortunately some species of dragons are no longer with us, they are wonderful magical creatures that still inhabit the world" replied the old man with a rather annoyed twinkle in his eyes, but Jon let him go for something more important
“He's a magician! A real one! Like the ancient sorcerers of ancient Valyria! How is this possible?” Jon asked quite excitedly

"Calm down young Stark," replied the headmaster quite amused, he had already checked that the boy was not a danger to his school “and about how is it possible, everything I know I learned it here, at Hogwarts, the best magic school in the world, where young wizards like you, go to learn how to use their gifts” continued the old man

“Like me? He must be wrong, I'm not a wizard, I'm not special, I'm just a bastard” Jon replied in denial and quite agitated

"There is no mistake, if you were not a wizard you would not have been able to enter the castle, you would have been repelled before entering the grounds, however, you are here, and the castle welcomes you warmly, quite pleased that you are here" insisted the old wizard

Jon lost his words again; did he have magic? He shook his head, that was not possible, magic no longer existed, everyone knew it, it was public knowledge that magic died with the dragons, although he remembered the last incident with the heart tree, that voice that referred to him as a son and the ethereal words before waking up in this castle, undoubtedly that event was the work of the ancient gods, They sent him here for a purpose, they talked about restoring what was lost and succeeding where others failed, could it be that they were referring to this? To the restoration of magic in the first men? I was very confused, I needed answers

"I understand, professor, but first of all could you tell me, where are we? Are we still in North Westeros? Or is it Essos?” Jon asked
Shaking his head to one side, the old man replied, "Westeros and Essos don't ring a bell to me, are they cities or perhaps villages? Is that where you come from? At the moment you are in Scotland, which belongs to the United Kingdom, along with England and Wales, which in turn belong to the continent of Europe, do these names ring a bell?” asked the director
Jon shook his head, not having the strength to lie, those names didn't mean anything, apparently he was lost – I'm sorry, but no, those names are an enigma to me – replied Jon, who was about to continue talking when he was interrupted by another man

"You can't believe what the brat Albus says, it's obvious that he's lying, how can it be possible that he doesn't know the country, kingdom and continent in which he is and on top of that he mentions invented continents, or a centaur kicked him in the face or he is a liar" replied a man who had gone unnoticed until now. He wore black robes with a cloak that fluttered unnaturally, he had a large nose and greasy hair, he was thin and quite pale, without muscle mass, it was evident that he did not do much physical activity, but he was far from stupid, a full-fledged intellectual, but if he, like Dumbledore, was a wizard, Jon would do well to stay alert

"Silence Severus, the boy tells the truth, I believe him," replied the director looking directly at the man, who, looking into the director's eyes, was silent for a few seconds and proceeded to remain silent as he walked away from Jon's bed

“What will happen to me headmaster?” asked the black-haired man anxiously, he had no money, he didn't know where he was, he had no allies, he knew that he was at the mercy of the old director

"Mother Magic has brought you to the castle for a particular reason, my boy, and you tell me you're a Stark, don't you? A respected family, although it was believed to be extinct, you would have to ask Gringotts about the financial status of that house, I offer you a place at school, so that you can learn to handle the special gift that you possess” Dumbledore replied, with a twinkle in his eye

“Were there Starks here? What happened to them? I can't believe that they are extinct as you say" Jon replied relieved, at the idea that there was a history of his family in these lands, alien to Westeros, although it also made him sad to know that they were extinct, he wondered what had happened for that to happen

“Indeed young man, the Stark house was an ancestral and powerful family that helped forge the foundations of what is the magical world today, they were characterized by their gray eyes as steel and had a special bond with ancient runes and beast taming, they were one of the most feared and respected families, the last head of the family, Lord Edwille Stark, disappeared without a trace 500 years ago, after 3 generations without any heir apparent, the house has been declared extinct” Dumbledore informed the young man

“Edwille is a common name among the Starks, the last one was Lord Edwille, father of Rickard, my grandfather, perhaps if they are the same family! “Jon replied with emotion

“You will be able to find out in due time, I am sure that your family's history calls you like a moth to the light, however, you have not answered me, will you accept the offer to study at Hogwarts for your magical preparation?” asked the director again with a tone of hope.

Jon was thoughtful for a long time, it was a unique opportunity, knowing that magic was real, that he had the gift and that he could learn to control it was too good to be true, it was a great opportunity and Jon swore at that moment that he would become the best magician in the world sooner or later

"If you swear that you will help me learn more about the Starks of these lands, I will gladly accept your offer, Professor Dumbledore," replied the black-haired man solemnly

The old headmaster nodded his head with a slight smile and just said, "We have a deal, my boy, however, you're still quite weak, we'll talk as soon as you wake up, for now, sleep," the wizard said as he waved his wand with a gentle gesture over Jon

"But I'm not tired anymore..." Jon felt a deep tiredness invade him as he fell back into a deep sleep.