To Prove One's Self and Find Love

Prologue

Jacob Robertson, a reserved seventeen year old boy living in Montreal, is a wizard. He has attended Whitestar Academy of Magic since he was six years old, the standard age kids start harnessing their magic in Canada. He had an okay childhood, dad walked out before he was born and mum had him just out of high school, she gave him up to her parents and never once entered his life, instead disappearing like his dad. Living with his grandparents, he grew up surrounded by magic, being that his grandparents and parents are all wizards. Being a magical being in Canada was very different than being one in Europe or the USA, magical beings were known in Canada, the magical school was right in Quebec City. Jacob always felt like he wasn't good enough, being abandoned by both parents, always working hard to get top marks and increase his magical strength.

When he received his grade 12 supply letter, he was intrigued to find out that the academy was going to Hogwarts for the Quadwizard Tournament, thinking he found his moment to prove to others that he was good enough, but secretly he was proving to himself. 

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I woke up this morning to the magnificent smell of grandma's cooking, today's smelling like a bacon and cheese quiche. Hopping out of bed I put on and tie my robe heading downstairs and into the dining room. Entering I see my grandpa, Rupert Robertson, sitting at the table with a coffee in one hand and today's issue of The Wizard Sun newspaper, the Canadian version of The Daily Prophet. I sit across from grandpa and take a drink out of my already poured glass of 100% Canadian milk. At that moment my grandma, Winnifred Robertson walked in carrying a steaming fresh bacon and cheese quiche with crepes on top of it for grandpa.

"Look who decided to wake up finally, eh?" jested grandma, putting the two dishes onto the table and taking a seat next to grandpa. "I hear that your letter is due to arrive today, your final one and then you go out into the real world", she informed while cutting a quiche slice for the both of us. "Mon trèsor is all grown up and won't be needing us now," she spoke in quivering voice.

"Now Winnie don't say that he'll always come back to visit all the time," voiced grandpa.

"Surely you can't mean all the time, I mean I'll have a job after I graduate, my own place, and maybe a girlfriend, I'll be swamped," I joke.

"Well yes but you'll always have time for your grandma won't you, and don't call me Shirley," grandpa quips back.

"Boys, boys eat your food before it gets cold, then it's no good, especially you Jacob, much too thin I can practically see your ribs," she jokes right alongside us.

In the middle of my third helping there comes the sound of the doorbell. Curious, because we were not expecting guests, I get up to answer it and see the mailman , cheerful as ever with three letters in hand.

"Bonjour Monsieur Robertson, how are you this fine morning," spoke the courier.

"I'm doing very well thank you for asking Monsieur Lemieux, any of those for me," I greeted back.

"In deed one is here you are, the others are for your grandparents," Lemieux informed me.

"Merci beaucoup, have a good day," I responded while being handed the letters and closing the door. Looking down at the letters I see two with the Whitestar crest and the other one with the federal government crest on it. After locking the door I head back into the dining room mulling over what could be in the two not addressed to me. "Hey grandpa, grandma, got letters for you two, the government is contacting you two for whatever reason," I said with surprise in my voice.

"Give them here now son, let's see what Chrétien wants with us," grandpa grumbles. He gets up and heads to the writing desk in the living to grab the letter opener. Once reading his eyebrows shoot up and his eyes. "Well it looks like you and Whitestar are going to England this year and are leaving next week. Makes sense since you are taking the train and going through Russia. Well we should open your school letters and get your things as soon as possible."