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"Kyle it's time to get up or else your fathers going to eat all the food before you get to it." My mom says while opening up the door to my room.
"I'm up mom I was just cleaning up a bit ill be right down and tell dad he better save me some or his secrets out." I say while picking up the last of the toys.
"You do know I know the secret right?" She says with a sigh.
"Yeah I do but he doesn't and that's all that matters!" I say with a smirk on my face.
"Fine I'll tell him but hurry up I think he's catching on to your little trick." She says while shaking her head and walking away
'I'm starting to like this of course it might just be because I never had a proper family dynamic in my previous life with a dad gone to get milk and a teen mother who got tossed out by her family and turned to drugs.' Shaking my head to get the thoughts away I quickly put on some jeans and a blue t-shirt before slipping on some socks and shoes and heading down stairs.
Entering the dining room I see my dad a relatively average looking man with brown hair and eye's to match which is where most of my looks come from. Besides my eyes which are a greenish blue just like mom's.
Seeing dad reaching for the last of the bacon I rush forward and slap his hand before grabbing it and putting it on my plate before looking up at him only to see a big grin on his face.
"What do I have something on my face?" I say with a bit of confusion.
"Oh no I was just admiring your bed head!" He says while chuckling.
"That's enough you two Kyle eat your breakfast and George go do whatever it is you do in the garage besides cleaning it!"
"See you in a bit Kyle." My dad says as he sloppily throws whatever is left on his plate in-between two pieces of toast and makes a run for it.
'I keep getting dragged into all this playful banter and I can't seem to stop it. Well it's not like I want to but that's not the point. It might have such a dramatic effect on me because I was barely eighteen when I died thus having spent more time as a child than an adult? That's probably it well not like it matters to much I'll just have to be careful when I start hogwarts. Speaking of which I wonder when I'll get my letter?'
"What you thinking about so hard about sweat heart?" Mom says while sitting down across from me with her own plate of food.
"Nothing important." I say with a smile before starting to eat my breakfast only to be interrupted part way through when my dad busted through the door practically buzzing with excitement and waving a letter around.
"Honey is that what i think it is?" Mom says with nervousness in her voice
"Yeah it's the real thing came with a owl and everything!" Dad says before practically running over to me and handing me a letter with a familiar red seal on it
"Go ahead sweat heart and open it up." Mom says with a warm smile.
"Haha I got to let my brother know that his one and only nephew is a wizard just like him!" Dad says while running towards the phone only to get held back by mom and receive a stern look. While all this is happening I open the letter and begin reading the contents
『HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr Knight,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress』
『HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic
by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory
by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration
by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions
by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring, if they desire, a creature under the 1 star danger rating administered by the Ministry of Magic.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK
Yours sincerely,
Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions』
"Mom, Dad is this actually real and why are you both so excited?" I ask with a sceptical look on my face.
'Seems like my parents are aware of the Magical world and that it somewhat runs in the family?'
"Haha of course it's real though we were starting to get worried that you took on all my traits and not enough of your mother's." Dad says with a laugh.
"Your fathers right he comes from a small Wizarding family but he was born as a squib with no talent for magic. As for me I'm a witch born to Muggle parents though I can't do much magic myself I mainly specialize in alchemy. We've been on the lookout for any accidental magic coming from you since that typically happens somewhere between your tenth and eleventh birthday but your probably just a late bloomer." Mom says with a serious face as she explains the situation.
"Um about this magic you speak of are you referring to the energy right above my belly button?" I ask with a unsure expression.
'Why did I never know I was so good at acting?'
"What!? You can feel it! For how long!? You haven't been suppressing it have you!?" Dad bombards me with questions while picking up my arms and checking my body with a worried expression only to get a smack on the back of the head from mom.
"George calm down and let him explain!" She says with a fire in her eyes.