Book Of Male Reader One-Shots:

The Magic of a Soul:

3rd POV:

It was a cold stormy night on a lone island near the shores of Scotland, resting on this undeterred rock was a singular Tudor-styled house that was surrounded by trees that swayed and trembled at the ferocity of the howling winds. But something was off and it wasn't the power of nature that was the cause of it, a small orb of blue light appeared at the doorstep of the home as it began to expand with bolts of lightning striking the ground and trees nearby it was clear that this had alerted the occupants within it. Eventually, the orb vanished and in its place was a crying baby boy with (h/c) coloured hair and bright purple eyes, the boy wrapped in a blanket was in a small straw basket with what seemed to be a metal cylindrical object resting beside the boy which was about half his size.

The occupants of the home suddenly swung their front door open, both of them holding two crafted wooden sticks out into the darkness only to look down at the crying boy on their porch. One of the residents was a woman and was the first to react to the small child as she quickly picked up the crying infant and attempted to soothe his cries, to say the woman was beautiful would be an understatement as her long pitch-black hair moved with her and her glowing blue eyes that held a loving warmth captivated the child who showed his own unique eyes to her. The other resident was a man, who looked as if he was built to lift a mountain with his bare hands yet despite his rugged build his soft brown hair and caring black eyes opposed his intimidating stature, and he took it upon himself to pick up the basket and the unusual metal container turning it over to find a note attached to it.

"M/n, there's a note on this, " the man addressed as he closed the door and showed the note to the woman holding the baby boy who was now playing with her hair.

"Well don't put me in suspense D/n, what does it say?", the now-named M/n replied as she smiled at the child in her arms.

"Ok ok, uh let's see,", he began as the pair sat down on the sofa in their open living room resting his small square glasses on his nose, " Hello Mr and Mrs L/n, I cannot tell you who I am nor the origins of the child that I have sent to you but I beg that you treat him as if he were your own. I can only trust you of keeping this boy safe from the dangers of the magical world that you have removed yourselves from, at least until you deem he is ready for such tribulations. As you probably already suspected this child is unique and will only continue to be so, the container this note was attached to houses something that only the boy will be able to use so until he is of age will the unit open. I am unsure if I will be able to contact you after this intervention but for now, I hope that you give him all the love in the world. You may choose a name for him yourself.", D/n finished as he looked at the child that now rested his head on M/n's chest.

"Well?"

"Y/n.", M/n muttered as she stroked the boy's hair.

"I guess we have no choice then, you did say you always wanted a child of your own even after-", but D/n cut himself off as he stared at M/n who began to softly cry as she embraced the boy tighter, "We'll just have to see how unique this boy is.", he finished as he hugged the crying woman beside him.

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D/n's POV:

It has been more than a few years since Y/n arrived on our doorstep, just like the note had said, he was indeed unique. He was not a normal child, he was smart insanely so, he was able to remember everything we had taught him of the wizarding world and beyond the things one would find in a textbook. But M/n and I have come to a realisation, whatever our son is it is clear he isn't human. There have been many clues during our time of raising him that points to this conclusion: