Alright. Here we go.

Dedalus Void is Xisuma's uncle. He's been caring for him and many other children around the neighborhood, mostly because their parents are busy. Those who are half-bloods don't know it until they get their letters, for reasons you'll see as the story goes on.

Starting at year one, and they're the same age as Harry.

Those who are here from the first version, you'll notice some differences. I'll try to keep the magic of the last version, while also adding my current writing style and ideas to this.

The main purpose of this is to have fun. So if something contradicts canon, or maybe there's a plot hole or something else... just suspend your disbelief.

Also fuck JK Rowling. Fuck her. One day Harry Potter will be public domain and she will be able to do nothing but watch as the fandom thrives, as the message of love conquering hate booms over her own bigotry and hypocrisy.

That is what this story is about, by the way. That's what Harry Potter is to us. Love conquering all hate, all of the pointless oppression and harmful stereotypes. Understanding what others need in order to break out of those mindsets that they are not enough somehow, or that they need to be a certain way in order to be accepted.

And that love is magical. That all kinds of love are magical and deserve attention. That growing up is both painful and beautiful. That we can mourn the loss of innocence... while also looking forward to our future. That we should fight for a better future. I think that's why the Hermits fit into this so well. They're a wonderful group of people, of friends, that have been enduring through this hellhole of a world together to create something more than any of them could make individually. To give hope to the people who watch them, that people are kind, and silly, and stupid, and smart, all at once.

But at ten to eleven, all this philosophy stuff is not quite on your mind just yet. No... not yet, not for most. For now, let them dream. For in dreams, we enter a world that is entirely our own. Let them swim in the deepest ocean, or glide over the highest cloud.

For in dreams.... We can imagine something better. Something new.

Enjoy. And thank you.

- CaptainCinnabon (asks if someone would be willing to make a cover? Pretty please-)